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INDEED!
I, like you, was a member of a very small minority backing McGovern and was greatly disappointed when he lost.
However, when Nixon resigned in disgrace I dug out my McGovern pin, added a larger pin beside it that said, "TOLD YOU SO!!!!" 
but not the primaries. I recall my mother said Wallace was a racist, so he was out.
My brother said Humphrey was 'too fat to be president' (although from pictures I have no idea how he jumped to that conclusion). By my 5-year-old logic, that left Nixon. I had no understanding of political parties at that time.
I am not sure how my parents voted, but my father had been a Republican precinct delegate in 1960, and thus got mail from them for the rest of his life. I believe my mother was independent at that time, and maybe voted for Nixon based on his promise to end our involvement in the Vietnam war within 6 months (she later complained because he hadn't done it). Both supported McGovern in 1972, and as far as I know, never supported another Republican for President. I recall my mother being particularly pissed at GHW Bush's victory speech, where he said "I want to be your president too"-- after all the shit he pulled in that campaign.
I had no awareness of the '68 presidential primaries or the assassinations, but I have a recollection of what may have been the aftermath of one of them...
After the inner-city riots circa 1965 and later, at my mother's initiative. we began attending a black A.M.E. church, because my mother did not want our only impression of black people to be of them rioting and burning on the TV news. She did not want her children to be racist. Once she told me of watching MLK's "I have a dream" speech, and wishing fervently that she had been there in person. We were the only white people attending this church, and the people loved us. My father eventually became leader of their Boy Scout troop. They were always a very joyful bunch.
Anyway, one Sunday was different, so I remember it. Everyone was crying bitter tears-- everyone. It was so different from usual, that is why I remember it. I did not hear anyone explain what they were crying about, it was apparently unnecessary. It was only later in life that I figured it out.
I believe that must have been the Sunday after Martin Luther King was assassinated.
like all the other slobs, but no, he wanted attention. Well, he got it, but even that wasn't enough. He had to make news by demanding a special diet in jail. Of course over the years, people are not going to remember him as a person or even his name, just that ridiculous image of him in face paint and horns on his head. If you Google him, he comes up as the "man who wore horns". THAT is his legacy.
He's no longer a real person, he is just a caricature and an emblem of a failed insurrection. His mother must be so proud. 
