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It was 1966, a paradoxical time in America. Lyndon Johnson had unleashed 385,000 troops on Vietnam, and Truman Capote's In Cold Blood rode atop the best-seller list. The Sound of Music won the Academy Award for best movie and couples slow-danced to "The Shadow of Your Smile." At the same time, the civil-rights movement was at full boil in the aftermath of the Watts riots in Los Angeles.
On a late winter night that year, CBS News held up a mirror to the prideful face of Webster Groves, Missouri "six square miles of the American dream," as the network proclaimed and very few people liked what they saw. Inexplicably, the passage of time has done little to diminish the anger and embarrassment.
What a raw nerve it touched, this hourlong documentary titled Sixteen in Webster Groves. Even today you'd be hard-pressed to find a single adult resident of that St. Louis suburb who hasn't seen it or heard about the rancor it caused.
"They came in with preconceived notions about us," recalls David Dunkman, who back in '66 was a sixteen-year-old varsity pitcher for the Webster High School Statesmen.
In conjunction with a 36-page survey prepared by sociologists at the University of Chicago, CBS identified Webster Groves as the quintessential upper-middle-class slice of mid-America in which to delve into what sixteen-year-old high-school juniors really thought about their community, their school and their future. A nine-member crew shot twenty-eight hours of footage in order to unearth, as narrator Charles Kuralt folksy even then, though slightly less bald put it, "youthful rebellion and dissatisfaction."
What they found instead or what they chose to show after three months nestled amid the shaggy trees and century-old homes was a Babbitt-like conformity, rigid and overbearing parents, an insular and soulless class and a callous indifference to the minuscule number of "negroes" in the community.
"Everyone thought it was going to be a great chamber of commerce piece, and then when it came out, it was a slam on the whole city. It was like Stepford Wives, and people felt very slighted," recalls Dan Dillon, now a producer at KMOV-TV (Channel 4) and author of a St. Louis-centric compendium of homegrown personages entitled So, Where'd You Go to High School?
But on the evening of February 25, 1966, residents were trembling with excitement. Viewing parties were planned throughout the "Queen of the Suburbs." Neighbors sought out fellow residents with color TVs. Members of the upper-crust Monday Club could hardly wait till the clock struck nine. "I even moved up the time of the basketball game so no one would miss it," remembers former coach Richard Schuchardt. Needless to say, no one in Webster would be tuning into The Fugitive or The Flying Nun that night.
"They are sixteen years old," Kuralt intoned. "They live in Webster Groves, Missouri. They are children of abundance, of privilege, of the good life in America.
"But is something missing in their lives something that has nothing to do with good schools, nice houses and two cars in the garage? Is something missing?"
With the ominous foreshadowing complete, the testimonials began. Nearly half the students said they wouldn't mind spending the rest of their lives in Webster. Almost all of them said their biggest worry was getting good grades. The University of Chicago survey revealed that 78 percent of the class had bank accounts; 84 percent were expected to go to college; 96 percent spurned the idea of premarital sex; only 1 in 50 had ever had a drink; and 99 percent knew who Dick Van Dyke was, compared to 20 percent who'd heard of Ho Chi Minh.
Exclaimed a pert blonde: "Good silverware makes you feel good."
A clean-cut boy said his main goal in life was "a good-paying job, money and a nice two-story house."
A mother observed, "Everyone here is so happy in our community, and they don't want anything outside of it."
A pipe-smoking dad said he didn't want his child taking part in any civil-rights demonstrations, adding, "They can't even change their diapers at sixteen."
A pretty home-economics student vowed she wouldn't marry until she turned twenty. "And the husband I marry better be able to support me, because I've already picked out the house I want to live in."
A white football player said negroes are "all right" but he'd never double-date with them.
A fresh-faced youth marveled over his first-ever visit to downtown St. Louis, six miles to the east: "I came across people from the slums, and there were mentally retarded people people from all walks of life."
Observed Kuralt at one point: "Theirs is not a world of rebellion and adventure."
The documentary, which is shown in sociology classes nationwide to this day, also detailed the tensions between "socies" (the most popular kids), the "normies" (most of the rest of Webster's students) and the intellectuals (known as the "weirdos"). Each group kept to itself.
With gross overstatement, Kuralt concluded, "To be sixteen in Webster Groves is to be insulated against all the cold winds of life war, death and poverty."