Abstract
In 1967, I returned to the United States after nearly three years in Nepal and India. I was thirty years old. I had two babies and was about to have a third. I was thoroughly middle class, well educated, of an optimistic and liberal turn of mind, and I was undergoing severe culture shock. It was immediately clear that something was dreadfully amiss. There was a war going on in Indochina which I had not much thought about, and knew nothing about. It did not take long to decide that the war had to be stopped.