The first time I ever got involved in anything that could be called controversial was when my class in the fifth or sixth grade took a trip to hear a Pete Seeger concert. I was going to school in Brooklyn, and the class went to the venue in a little school bus, and outside the concert, the John Birch Society was picketing. They had all these pamphlets and they were yelling, "Pete is a Commie," and calling him all kinds of names. I walked up to one of the John Birch Society members and asked, "Is this really true?" He said, "Oh, yes," and I said, "Give me those pamphlets. I'm going to help you out."