A TRUE AMERICAN PATRIOT SPEAKS OUT
By Bill Gallagher
It ain’t fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air.
Won’t you care for John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air?
— John Lennon, 1971.
DETROIT — Those were the days of Nixonian madness — the hopeless war in Vietnam, the illegal invasion of Cambodia, riots on college campuses, secret police, break-ins, enemies lists, IRS audits, the White House leak-plugging “plumbers unit,” and on and on. But Nixon’s paranoia, crimes, abuses of power, trampling on civil liberties and the Constitution are tame, almost benign, by the standards of the Bushevik regime.
“These guys make Nixon look like a Cub Scout,” says John Sinclair, a poet, musician, journalist, veteran radical, cultural icon and professional disturber of the establishment peace. The native of Davison, Mich., near Flint, became an international cause celebre in 1969 when a fascist-leaning judge sentenced him to 10 years in prison for possessing two marijuana joints. “They gave him 10 for two,” John Lennon wrote in his song about Sinclair’s...