It would hardly be novel to describe the youth movement of the 1960s as tribalistic.   Hair, the emblematic celebration of the spirit of the age, proudly proclaimed itself “the American tribal love-rock musical;”  and in his book Do It!, radical leader Jerry Rubin prominently featured a photograph of himself in war paint.  In various ways, tribalism was emblazoned all over The Movement.

It was also a time of widespread dissatisfaction by young people with the kind of world they had been born into—despite the fact their lives were far easier and filled with more material abundance than their parents could ever have dreamed of when they were the same age.