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I remember that Black Power salute on a visceral level to this day. My mother was an Olympics junkie, and I have followed in her footsteps on that front. That moment, really, had a huge impact on me for something I've never quite made up my mind about on the inside. Should they have done it? Should they have been punished for it? All I know is that while I've neve quite decided what they ought to have done or what the Olympic committe should have done in response, that's the moment when I became aware of race divisions on a conscious level. I was not quite six, and goodbye to one honking level of innocence. And in keeping with the rest of my feelings on the subject, I'm not entirely sure whether I thank them or not.

What happened in Munich, though, well, I was watching when that news came through and it sickens me to this day. At the time, the sickness was literal.

The question of an assassination attempt - let alone accomplishment - frankly hadn't entered my mind before this moment. I don't know that I'm really too concerned about that, but I do have visions of a great deal of animosity and potential for more scattered violence. We'll just have to wait and see, I guess.

But I think we've hit a point where the direction of the country is probably going to shift significantly, and that always increases the potential for large-scale disaster.