WHEN HENRY KEITH STERZING ARRIVED FOR WORK at John Foster Dulles High School in Sugar Land on the morning of February 28, 1968, he was informed that he had been relieved of his duties. School board members and the district superintendent were seemingly unhappy that during the previous semester, in response to a question from a student about the marriage of U.S. Secretary of State Dean Rusk’s daughter to a black man, the popular young social studies teacher had said that he saw nothing wrong with interracial marriage.
It was the beginning of one of the most tumultuous years in modern history, and as Sterzing and everyone else would discover, we were all in for a hell of a ride. Assassinations, riots, burning cities, a revolution: In 1968 we expected the extraordinary, and nearly every day we got it. From France to Czechoslovakia to Texas, those who gripped the reins of power could feel the radiating ripples of change and were desperately trying to hang on—although, ironically, the Texan in the White House was trying to figure out how best to let go. “He was thinking, ‘If I’m not going to run, what can I get out of it that’s worthwhile to the country,’” recalls George Christian, who was Lyndon Johnson’s press secretary at the time. “He thought that maybe he could jolt Ho Chi Minh into doing something about peace talks.”
That spring, a 28-year-old philosophy professor at the University of Texas at Austin was administering his own jolt. “Either you change everything or you change nothing,” Larry Caroline told a peace rally on the steps of the Capitol. “The whole bloody thing has to go.” Although Caroline—the faculty sponsor of UT’s chapter of Students for a Democratic Society—later insisted that he wasn’t advocating violence, his remarks incensed Frank Erwin, Jr., the powerful chair of the board of regents. “I’m absolutely outraged that any teaching employee of the university would do such a thing,” Erwin told the Houston Post, “and I’m going to do something about it.” He didn’t have to: Caroline’s colleagues voted to remove him from his job after a year.
The powers that be were skittish elsewhere too. In Brownwood, officials of Howard Payne College announced they would not allow “hippies” to enroll. “Nor,” they added, “may students use drugs, alcohol, or participate in any movement that would directly or indirectly embarrass the president or the Congress of the United States.”
Early in 1968 John Connally, who was tired of being governor, declined to seek a fourth term, so a real political campaign began to heat up. The GOP chose its most viable candidate in years, Wichita Falls oil and gas lawyer Paul Eggers, while Lieutenant Governor Preston Smith, a colorless conservative from Lubbock, defeated nine fellow Democrats. (Among them was Dallas businessman Eugene Locke, whose incessant radio jingle—“Yew-Gene Locke should be guv-uh-ner of Texas / The guv-uh-ner of Texas should be Yew-Gene Locke”—so insinuated itself into our minds that it took Texans years to erase it.) Yet even if Connally was a lame duck in 1968, he was determined to wield his influence over the Texas delegation to the Democratic National Convention. His tool was the unit rule, which required that the votes of the state’s delegates be cast as a single block. Labor liberals were just as determined to thwart him. How determined? A fistfight erupted at the state Democratic convention.
Wichita Falls elected its first black city councilman in 1968, Austin its first black school board member, but in Texas, as elsewhere, racial strife was the norm. On April 4, when Martin Luther King, Jr., was murdered, student leaders at Prairie View A&M University asked school officials to postpone a dance. They refused, provoking a near-riot by four hundred people.
Three months later, Robert Kennedy was murdered, and as the summer wore on, anti-war protesters marched and carried placards. In August one of those protesters, Lee Otis Johnson, a young black field secretary for the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee, was found guilty of selling a marijuana cigarette to an undercover police officer in Houston. An all-white jury sentenced Johnson to thirty years for the crime. (Appearing in Houston two years later, Governor Preston Smith was met by a crowd chanting “Free Lee Otis!” “What’s all this about beans?” he asked a reporter, thinking he’d heard “frijoles.”)
Also in August Texas Democrats were still squabbling when they headed to Chicago for the national convention. Liberals who supported Eugene McCarthy, the peace candidate, organized a protest delegation, hoping to unseat the “Connallycrats.” The convention tossed out the unit rule, but the Texas delegation stayed with Vice President Hubert Humphrey. There was talk of a movement to draft Johnson, and Johnson himself had Connally and his appointments secretary, Marvin Watson, canvass Southern governors. Word came back to stay away. “I think the president was sorely tempted to go