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“The leader ordered us to disband or be arrested,” PSU professor David Horowitz recalled in an interview with historian Doug Kenck-Crispin. “And I think we booed or something like that ... and then they methodically moved in, and they just basically started clubbing people, very methodically.” In the end, about 31 protesters needed medical care, and the most militant among the anti-war people — a group calling itself the “People’s Army Jamboree” — had a new rallying cry. They also had more members, because resentment of the cops’ brutality had radicalized some of the more peaceful ones — many of the people the cops had clubbed had been waiting passively to be arrested, so the force seemed gratuitous to most onlookers. As the Jamboree moved quickly to take advantage of the opportunity, it got help from an unexpected quarter: The American Legion, the socially conservative organization of American veterans. On May 25, the Jamboree members learned that the Legion was holding its annual national convention in Portland in late August, and that Richard Nixon — their bête noir — would be there. What an opportunity, right? Breathless newspaper stories started appearing as May ripened into June and the Jamboree’s leaders talked blithely of a “confrontation” with 50,000 angry rock-throwing radicals squaring off with 25,000 crew-cutted Legionnaires in the streets of Portland as Dick Nixon himself looked on in. Word started getting around that Portland was to be The Scene, the place where the revolution would start. Local Legion members rose to the occasion, boasting on TV about their eagerness to thrash those dirty long-haired pinkos. And as for Commissioner Ivancie, Mayor Shrunk and the other Portland police leaders — well, everybody pretty much knew what kind of role they were looking forward to playing. Meanwhile, Governor McCall, after contacting all the parties to the brewing war, started to realize that none of them really wanted to avoid it. The Nixon administration, it seemed to him, welcomed the prospect of big, scary riots in a faraway city in a fourth-tier state; they’d be just the ticket to drive home the president’s re-election message that law and order were at risk of a full-on breakdown. The People’s Army Jamboree was hoping the prospect of conflict would shore up its support among the less pugnacious of the anti-war activists, whose ardor was fading noticeably as time passed. And the Legion just wanted to put those hippies in their place and show them it would not be pushed around by any crowd of "longhairs." AS TIME MARCHED on, the governor realized he was in a trap. There was nothing he could do, it seemed, but activate the National Guard and wait and hope Portland would somehow fail to explode. Nothing, that is, until those two hippies in the Opel Kadett wore down Westerdahl’s defenses and got their proposal in front of him. We’ll talk about the hippies’ proposal, the governor’s reaction, and the resulting Vortex I music festival in Part Two of this three-part series.
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