Why don't you ask your wife, John, and actually find out how it was instead of passing on nonsense. You do this regularly, and I'll call you on this one. As Ralph indicates, our campuses were alive with anti-war protests at that time - you couldn't take a breath without discussing the war - and if you would google UCLA and Vietnam you would get some feeling for what was happening.
Is it possible that some misguided zealot incorrectly told your wife that she wasn't allowed to discuss Vietnam (or that you misunderstood what she told you, or only heard the part that registered with your preconceptions) - sure! But if your wife was on the campus in 1967 she certainly must have been aware that Vietnam was discussed, daily and frequently, and with great emotion. Read Ralph's post again. That's what was happening. I don't know what "Thank you, Julie. Probably that is the way it was" is supposed to mean, but I'll interpret it as an attempt to slide out of another one of those incidents where you take a half of a half of a story and present it as a universal truth, and this time around I'll make a fuss about it. Meanwhile, if you want to be blithely superficial I suggest you keep it to poetry.
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