To the present generation, the 1960s and all it represented seem like nostalgic snapshots from a bygone era. Yet despite the placidity of our own prosperous times, the radical assaults of the 1960s are not confined to the past. Its ideology has insinuated itself, disastrously, into the curricula of our schools and colleges; it has significantly altered the texture of sexual relations and family life; it has played havoc with the authority of churches and other repositories of moral wisdom; it has undermined the claims of civic virtue and our national self-understanding; it has degraded the media, the entertainment industry, and popular culture; it has helped to subvert museums and other institutions entrusted with preserving and transmitting high culture. It has even, most poignantly, addled our hearts and innermost assumptions about what counts as the good life: it has perverted our dreams as much as it has prevented us from attaining them.
Roger Kimball (who, oddly enough, looks like a grown Harry Potter) rebuts Tariq Ali on the value of the sixties.
The smartest thing Bill Clinton ever said: “If you look back on the Sixties
and think there was more good than bad, you’re probably a Democrat. If you think there was more harm than
good, you’re probably a Republican.”