I remember the 60's. We were into "flower power". We made love not war. We realized the predominant values of our culture were materialistic and destructive. We followed swamis, joined medicine wheels, became ecstatic over the music of the Beatles, Bob Dylan, the Grateful Dead.
More seriously, we became nonviolent activists. We revered Gandhi, who taught us satyagraha, non-violent resistance to tyrannical authority. We marched, sat in, picketed. We joined Martin Luther King, Jr. in getting jailed, beaten, water-hosed, even killed in order to gain full citizenship for the descendants of African slaves. With time and patience, we ended the Vietnam war.
Our heritage as peacemakers was two-fold. We honored Native American wisdom, and learned much from our Indian brothers and sisters- about making the planet good for the seventh generation down the line, about sitting in a circle and giving everyone a turn, about using sacred plants and herbs, such as peyote and marijuana, to gain deeper wisdom and insight.
We also honored the Prince of Peace. Martin Luther King, Jr. was a Christian preacher, and gave full credit to Jesus for inspiring his leadership. Some of us believe that Jesus reappeared on this continent as Deganawidah, the Peacemaker, who gave the Great Law of Peace to the Iroquois, on which our Constitution is partially based.