Before the opening of the 1972 Summer Olympics in Munich, I began to realize that this idealistically conceived gathering of the world’s athletes might not offer me an escape from the world’s problems.
Waiting in line with other journalists to get our credentials, I was confronted by a European reporter who noticed I was an American. He began scolding me about the Vietnam War.
Hey, aren’t we all here to enjoy watching beautiful young people strive to run faster, jump higher, and be stronger in a brotherly fashion?