“Do you know Herbert Huncke?” Allen Ginsberg asked. “He’s the oldest living junkie in New York, and an old sidekick of Burroughs and Kerouac”

“The cops dropped me in the street and disappeared. My face, and my press card, were covered with blood. I went to the hospital to get five stitches in my forehead. So I missed the climax of the Yip-In, but I can pass on various accounts of witnesses”

"The Mayor greeted the march, and reiterat­ed his call for an end to the war. Finally there seemed to be light at the end of the tunnel. So encouraged, 90,000 people came to the Sheep Meadow last Saturday to press for final resolution."

With freedom of the press under attack, we look back at a fearless reporter who fought the good fight until his life was cut short