Run Run Run, by Abbie Hoffman's brother Jack, with help from Daniel Simon. Funny, I don't remember the sixties that way, or the seventies. I think that maybe poor working people experienced the whole thing way, way differently -- and with no particular help from semi-celebrities and their relatives.
Radicals, right or left, always consider themselves to be a helluva lot more important than they really are. And jerks like J. E. Hoover, Jno. Mitchell, and Nichard Rixon play right into their hands.
Still, I can understand the sadness a family must feel when one of their own flushes himself down the toilet.