Some things you can forgive and forget. Some things you never get over. She's right there in my mind with the group of hippies at the Atlanta Air Port when I came through in dress blues in 1971 and they spit on me, called me baby raper and child killer. I hadn't even been to Vietnam yet. If not for some other GIs dragging my butt away I'd probably still be in jail for throttling them.
I can understand your thoughts on that incident. I would have felt the same way if in your shoes.
I bet those were mostly teenagers and maybe a few in their early 20s. I remember when I was that age. I was young and stupid - stupider than most.
I could read a bumper sticker and think I was well versed in the subject.
Those years are when we lost the culture war. The seeds were planted, and the weeds grew.