Volume 18, Number 6 · April 6, 1972
"My dream came true. I was Mr. Maddox."
By Marshall Frady
Addresses of Lester Garfield Maddox, 1967-1971
by Lester Garfield Maddox
Georgia Department of Archives and History, 538 pp., $10.00
In retrospect, the Sixties seem a decade in the life of this country during which some cellar door was left ajar. Suddenly loose and rampant in the house were all manner of trolls and intruders, manic apparitions, a dark ransacking beserkness from the chaos of the old night outside. With the assassinations of King and the Kennedys, the advents of Wallace and Agnew, the mounting mad incantations of White House rationales for Vietnam, and such sorceries as Nixon's self-wrought exhumation and reanimation, those ten years passed like a malarial dream in which the unthinkable became the familiar, the surreal became the commonplace.
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