In early 1960's, the national television network shows that I watched gave broadcast time to some white liberal news commentators or white liberal academic "experts" who sometimes claimed that one of the reasons many Afro-Americans who lived in the northern states, where there wasn't legalized segregation like in the South, were economically impoverished was that, in addition to still being the victims of employment and housing discrimination, they also were "culturally deprived." And these white liberal commentators and white liberal academic "experts" seemed to be sending out the message to the anti-communist, but anti-racist, white liberal youths (like myself at that time), that the best contribution we could personally make, to help free Afro-Americans from economic impoversihment in the North, was to work as teachers in the Northern ghetto public schools; and, thus, provide a quality education to the future generations of supposedly "culturally deprived" Afro-American public school students.
Of course, within a few years, as I became more politically aware and politically radicalized, I came to regard the characterization of the Afro-American community in the USA as being a "culturally deprived" community as a white liberal racist characterization. But by the end of the summer of 1963, the only career aspiration I then had (besides possibly being a playwright or a journalist) was, after fulfilling my then-expected two years of military service, after going to college, in a peacetime U.S. military (which I then still mistakenly assumed protected freedom around the globe) was to just be a social studies or history teacher in a Northern public high school that was predominantly attended by Afro-American students.
And neither before the summer of 1963 nor after the summer of 1963 during my life have I ever had any personal ambition or any personal desire to be particularly involved in the world of U.S. upper-middle-class or upper-class U.S. electoral politics and political office-seeking. In addition, although I had been the Senior Patrol Leader of the boy scout Troop 363 in the neighborhood of Queens in which I lived, for a few months before my family moved to Indianapolis, by the end of the summer of 1963, I had no real personal desire to be "a leader" of any kind of group.
By the end of the summer of 1963, I pretty much felt my social role in life was to mainly only just observe the people and society around me, just honestly write, speak and teach the truth as I perceived it and--when required--just fight collectively with others as a rank and file, volunteer "foot soldier" and grassroots activist in a U.S. movement for equality, justice, freedom and peace.
So, in retrospect, I think that, by the end of the summer of 1963, I likely had completely ruled out the spring of 1963 occasional thought that it might be "interesting" to major in "police administration," when I then expected to enroll at Indiana University a few years later, and eventually become some kind of "honest police detective." But by the end of of the summer of 1963 I now just assumed that, after finishing college and fulfilling my U.S. military service obligation, I would just earn my living by being some kind of high school teacher or some kind of writer/playwright (despite, vaguely, then also still toying with the idea of possibly majoring or minoring in journalism, when I attended IU).
And although my assumption, by the end of the summer of 1963, was still that my future writing might include writing Broadway musicals, the notion that I would ever be writing protest folk songs and folk love songs that I could sing myself by the late 1960's, while accompanying myself on an acoustic guitar, had still not yet been envisioned by me at the end of the summer of 1963.
