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1. Any erstwhile hippie who didn't know who Jon Jacobs was ain't worth a cigar box worth of dried out seeds and stems.

Jon was the legally blind photographer and writer for the Bird from the paper's beginnings. He came South to join the civil rights movement and wound up with the underground press. He was a "red diaper baby" whose parents were 30s lefties. All are deceased. Jon helped found the last major urban commune, "Big Shanty" on West College Avenue in Decatur, across the tracks from the high school. It was home to the Last Great Jive Assed Jug Band, Elise Witt and the Small Family Orchestra, Lenny and La Banana, Berne, and Deluxe Vaudeville Orchestra and a wacky band of Irish hooligans called A Parcel of Rogues. Several founders of Radio Free Georgia called it home at one time or another. It's also where the Atlanta Juggler's Festival got started. I lived there for three months. God, it was great.

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2. For a solid year, maybe more, Piedmont Park became People's Park. Entire communities set up camp in the wooded area along the concrete drainage ditch and every now and then, their campfires or carelessly discarded doobies would set things ablaze.

Mayor Sam Massell was tolerant at first, then under pressure from Big Bidness, the police crackdowns began. I know of at least two freak riots in the park, one of which was televised with a cop smashing a longhair in the teeth with a billy club without provocation.

If you survived, these were the good old days.

Boyd

3. Atlanta's antiwar protests were unusual in that they included many black protesters. Dr. King's antiwar stance dating back to 1966 perhaps gets credit. This is where the massive May 9, 1970 Mobilization march ended up, at the state capitol. This may be the last positive thing that ever happened at the statue of that ol' racist rabble rouser Tom Watson. By this time, whites had left the civil rights struggle to focus on the war, and many young African Americans were fixed on cultural nationalism.

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4. In the first floor apartment of this 1899 Victorian mansion at Peachtree and 10th, an iconoclastic woman journalist named Margaret Mitchell wrote Gone with the Wind.

When I lived in the Hippie House a.k.a. The Dump a.k.a. Peggy Mitchell's apartment, I was totally alone. I was the caretaker for the abandoned building and lived there rent-free for nine months during 1977. Only gradually did I become aware of the apartment's history. For about three months in the fall of 1976, I had rented a storefront at Peachtree and Crescent where I was going to begin a freelance photography business. Woeful choice. I was broke. So I asked Boyd Taylor of the Australian/Atlantan real estate firm Hooker Barnes whether he had any maintenance work to be done on his properties since I didn't have the rent money. Sure, sez he. We've got this big old house at the end of the block we're going to tear down and replace with a midtown skyscraper. You can stay there rent free if you make sure vandals don't break in and burn it down. And so I became the last resident of The Dump from February-November 1977.

I had two great parties there. One was in the summer on behalf of WABE when public radio superstar Bob Edwards came to Atlanta. It was an old South barbecue in the backyard with Spanish Moss courtesy of my grandfather's place in Florida. The second was a benefit for Radio Free Georgia on Halloween, 1977. While Rodger French and Toni Shifalo juggled flaming torches in the backyard, some looped friends and I went into the abandoned and very dark  third floor with a candle and the hand of a department store mannikin. We held a seance for the spirit of Peggy Mitchell or the daughter of the house's builder, reportedly killed on the third floor by a jealous lover.

The seance worked.

(to be continued)

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5. 5.Kate, my sister, in a friend's apartment on Argonne Street, circa 1971, awaiting a Tai Chi tossing or palm reading or other such hippie nonsense. Kate left a mind-numbing job with Holiday Inn reservations in Memphis to join the circus. After assorted adventures, she wound up crashing in a women-only rental house in Virginia Highland. She's now a respectable matron in a gated community in Myrtle Beach, S.C.
   

6. 6.Longhairs pack Grady High School's gym for a 1970 hearing by the city's Community Relations Commission taking complaints about city police harassment of Bird sellers and hippie types along the Peachtree Strip. The hearing was chaired by the CRC's director the late Rev. Samuel Williams, who taught philosophy to Martin Luther King Jr at Morehouse.
   

7. 7. Poleece. Fuzz, Da Pig. The Man. Here are Atlanta's finest gathered at Peachtree and 15th. They were a reserve force ready to rush down to Piedmont Park in case help was needed to quash yet another hippie musical rebellion antiwar thingy. Mayor Sam Massell tried to establish links with the hoard of longhaired dope-smoking anarchist hooligan fringe early in his administration. He even set up a police precinct on "The Strip" called "The Pig Pen" with a window mural by "J.J. of L.A." of Rich's-like pink pig wearing a patrolman's cap. The cops who worked the office were really cool.
   

8. 8.The Hari Krishnas were an integral part of the alternative lifestyle in the early 70s in Atlanta. They had banquet tables of free vegetarian food in the park during concerts and gave away incense.
   

Few locals went Krishna even though their rhythm section with drums and jingle bells couldn't be beat (ow!). One came away from a theological discussion with Krishnas with a vague impression that a big blue

god named Krishna danced his way through life to please a great big god named Vishnu, who was always asleep, and whose dreams created the reality of everything that is.

When one was zippy, all this made perfect sense.

   9.  Flag wrapped, long haired, bandannaed and a little paranoid, this couple marches along Peachtree Street in a May, 1970 anti war demonstration.

    10. A longhair testifies to police harassment of fellow longhairs at a hearing conducted at Grady High School in 1970 by the city's Community Relations Commission. The CRC

was established in Atlanta following the assassination of Dr. King to provide an escape valve for racial and social tensions in the "city too busy to hate."

    11. Assorted hipsters at a folk music event in 1973. Two of these people wound up working for Ted Turner's Cable News Network, which goes to prove the

infiltration of dope-loving anarchist hippie types in the news media. What Shaun Hannity would do with this information boggles the mind.

    12  Robert Joe Shifalo, AKA "PigIron" performs a solo on a schoolteacher's bell in this 1973 photo. Joe, an erstwhile lawyer, died in 2009 and was remembered as the dude who got an abandoned Atlanta elementary school building and converted it to the Litle Five Points Community Center, home to WRFG, Horizon Theater, and countless artists, social activists and revolutionaries.

We'll miss you, Joe.  Tribute to Pig Iron