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Some were from wealthy families, some were college-educated, some were predators.
But a significant number of us were like me. Having been stigmatized, penalized, and discriminated against by a conformist society, for being too damned smart (check my sig line) and, often, as a result of personal experience of abuse of authority by parents, teachers, or employers, tending to question authority, we were unemployable and had to survive without any support system whatsoever. In addition to whatever part time or temporary jobs we could get while homeless, there were coffee shops where we could sing folksongs or read poetry and pass the hat, survival sex (no AIDS back then, so you could actually survive), drugs (besides getting high, some could make a few bucks dealing, and the drug culture usually provided a place to crash and sometimes food), and crumbs from the tables of those mentioned in the first paragraph. But the country was in great economic shape in those days and fewer people were homeless. There was a "uniform," but those of us who had no money could usually manage to get worn-out jeans and black tees or turtle-necks as hand-me-downs from the wealthy, who, in return, usually took our ideas and songs and poems and disseminated them as their own.
I tried to stay as stoned as I could as I went from being labelled mentally ill, to being called a beatnik (in Mexico we were called existentialists), then a hippie, then back to mentally ill again. I eventually gave up the drugs because it was the only way to escape the predators. Eventually social programs kicked in, I got old enough to qualify for senior benefits, and I'm now in comfortable circumstances, watching fascism grow and wishing I were dead but too much of a coward to off myself.
Along the way I got to spend a few years studying the teachings of Gurdjieff and Ouspensky, and I also learned that we are not a viable species, we overpopulate and die off in regular cycles, that after each overpopulation peak and subsequent large die-off (from the consequences of overpopulation such as famine, disease and wars), life becomes precious again for a few generations, people swear "never again," and then the cycle repeats, we overpopulate, life becomes cheap, lebensraum becomes scarce, food and shelter become unavailable for many, fascism takes advantage of cheap and slave labor, violence, brutality and torture escalate and the next big die-off occurs. Once it is over, life becomes precious again for a generation or two.
But patriarchal religions and societies keep the cycle going and prevent us from becoming a viable species by imposing gender roles that divide us at birth so that we cannot understand each other or communicate and we see each other as two species apart from all other species, instead of one species among many, with common survival needs. The moment you glimpse the truth, and long before you begin to understand it, society recognizes you as a troublemaker and you are cut off, stigmatized, and thrown to the predators.
Once I was beat, now I am beaten.
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