I’m old enough to remember 1968 vividly. I remember watching the nightly newscasts with my family in our San Jose home showing college campuses like UC Berkeley in turmoil and Viet Cong-sympathizing rioters and Black Panthers throwing bricks, Molotov cocktails, mixing it up with police, and storming college buildings. The images were not good for my father’s blood pressure.

I remember the 1968 Democrat Convention in Chicago where planned rioting in the streets broke out and physical clashes occurred on the convention floor out for all America to see. Rioting that fractured the Democrat Party with the emergence of Alabama Democrat Governor George Wallace as a third-party candidate. Yet all of that chaos and mayhem wasn’t nearly as widespread as it is today. And I remember how that election turned out.