The rag-tag army of the street marching to free Tom Hayden, one of the Chicago Seven, indicted for conspiracy to riot.
Vaseline prevented tear gas from stinging our skin. Those who brought Vaseline shared it.
Stew Albert (right), Bobby Seale (center) and an unidentified leader of the southern civil rights movement (left) arrive at Lincoln Park to speak.
The line separating onlookers from participants was a thin one. But many Chicagoans were curious and turned out in droves.
In those days, Nixon kids were ready to sell their story to those of us in the street.
"Sieg, Heil!" is what we chanted outside the Hilton Hotel on Michigan Avenue that night after Chicago police charged the crowd, pushing them through the hotel's plate glass window.
Tough love in 1968 meant dressing for combat, but showing your adversaries you were part of the love army.
At this rally on behalf of the Black Panther Party leader, Huey Newton, most of those who attended were white Chicagoans.
The pride and excitement at seeing Bobby Seale, a leader of the Black Panther Party, is evident on these boys' faces.
Allen Ginsberg is chanting "om" in long, sustained breaths, joined by hundreds of participants from all walks of life.
Tom Hayden (left), Rennie Davis (center) and Jerry Rubin (right) put their heads together in the open air at Lincoln Park.
Policemen were usually a generation older than those of us they faced. But like us, they were also scared and excited.
This mother's face was calm and resolute. Bringing her young son was a measure of her confidence and resolve.
General Logan seems to be raising his flag in solidarity with those of us below him. The police were getting ready to sweep the hill.
Giving the one-finger salute to Chicago police as they marched up the hill to clear us off of General Logan's statue.