The above quote is from Brian Barbata (Class of 1967). Read the full memory below:

During the first semester of my Freshman year (1963), the Rock was nearing completion. We were hanging out around Jameson House late one night and suddenly there was a loud commotion coming from over on George St. Jameson emptied out to see what was happening….along with seemingly every other dorm and frat house! We joined a growing throng making its way down hill, not knowing anything about what was going on. Eventually we found out: A Brown activist group had organized a march for he odd purpose of burning down the Rock before it was finished! Someone had decided that Mr. Rockefeller (the evil capitalist) was at the core of the dreaded “Military-Industrial Complex”, so his generous donation must have some secret purpose. Mind control, perhaps! In any case, the police took several students away at the Rock, and it was over in a couple of hours. The next day, there was a rumor that a student member of the Black Panther Party (hey, I’m just the messenger), claiming to have been defending himself, broke the neck of a German Shepherd police dog that was keeping the marchers away from the library. It was my first exposure to this kind of activity that would change the country over the next few years. Welcome to The Sixties!