I met Abbie on several occasions in the years between 1967 and 1969.
The world would be a better place if he, Jerry Rubin, Huey Newton, John Lennon and other 1960s leaders were still around instead of the Frat Boy Draft Dodging Scum like Trump.
From Kinky Friedman, Texas singer, song writer, author and former gubernatorial candidate
A special message from the Kinkster:
I’ve always had a special place in my heart for Jewish troublemakers. And Abbie Hoffman was one of the best! I got to know him during the years of 1974 to 1980, when he was a fugitive on the run from the feds, often topping the FBI’s most wanted list. I’ve always believed that the drug charges against Abbie were totally trumped-up. In truth, he was only guilty of one crime, but it was the crime that is never forgiven: poking fun at authority.
Abbie was a colorful, fun-loving, political prankster, highly adept at skewering the establishment, which, God knows, seems forever in need of being skewered. Abbie hid out at my place in Chappaqua long before Bill and Hillary got there. We shot about a million games of pool, with Abbie losing very few indeed. Later, I harbored my famous fugitive at our family’s ranch, a summer camp for kids, in Texas. We spent the winter playing chess, riding donkeys, and trying to figure out how the world had gotten so screwed-up. A year later, Abbie crashed with me in Hollywood and introduced me to another guy whom he sometimes hid out with, Jack Nicholson.
In the end it seemed as if Abbie had become like the character in the Billy Joe Shaver song, “Cursed to be born a serious soul/ Nobody takes seriously.” The question remains, of course, why would anybody harbor a high-level fugitive in the first place? Perhaps it was the way of my people. Perhaps I liked living dangerously. Perhaps I just liked Abbie. Perhaps I was following Charles Bukowski’s advice, “Run with the hunted.” Perhaps.
I’m writing this today on Abbie’s birthday, November 30th. He would’ve been eighty-one years old if life had been just a little bit different. But it never is. If you want to know more about Abbie, I suppose you could google him. While you’re at it, you could also google Moses and Jesus. After all, they were three good Jewish boys who got in a little trouble with the government.
Happy birthday, Dear Abbie. Wherever you are.