I also finished teching The Trial of the Catonsville 9, a play written by Catholic priest and peace activist Daniel Berrigan, who poured napalm on draft records with 8 of his friends in (wait for it) Catonsville. It's a weird show, very static and cerebral and talky and almost a vanity piece for Berrigan, but the monologues are poetic in that fittingly Biblical, Steinbeck sort of way, and you do get the sense that Vietnam really shook people to their core, even people who supported it or were prohibited by law or duty from opposing it. My ex-bandmates' mom, who was a hippie during that time, once explained to me that very few people's feelings about Vietnam were absolute, and that most people were just scared and lost and didn't know what the hell to make of it, or any of the other crazy shit going on at the same time.
Part of Trial included a panel of Baltimore peace activists, i.e. crusty old hippies who told awesome stories about getting arrested and were/are really nice, genuine people. They're a font of knowledge about Baltimore activism and how it related to what was going on elsewhere, but one guy they mentioned was Abe Sherman, a WWI vet whose newsstand carried, among other things, every subversive publication you could think of "out of sheer cussedness," as George Figgs puts it. Abe also insulted people who read papers without buying them and from all accounts took no shit from anyone. He is now my hero.
I'm rambling now because it's 2:30am and the sleep madness has overtaken me. But I needed to update this thing and now seemed like a good time. I need to give HTMLGiant a shoutout for being such a damn fine lit. community too, but that can wait until I've gotten some shut-eye.