Shall we talk about how civil the American left was in the late 1960s? Okay. Let's. Story time.
This afternoon I went looking in the NYT archives for info on left-wing bombings in the US in the late sixties and early seventies. They were really common. Like multiple times a week for years in a row common.
I started my search in January 1969, and the first story that caught my eye happened to be from my local police precinct—the one where I grew up, and where I live today.
On the morning of January 19,1969, a cop at Manhattan's 24th precinct discovered a bag full of dynamite behind the police station. The fuse had been lit. 
Five sticks of dynamite behind a cop house. Lit fuse. Only reason it didn't go off was that it sputtered out before the cop found it.
(Gotta hand it to the cop, by the way. He finds this bag of dynamite, and what does he do? He wets his fingers and snuffs out the fuse. Kind of badass.)
Anyway, this is a front-page story, but as you can see it's just two columns, below the fold. A small local interest piece. Imagine the coverage it'd get today.
Why didn't it get that coverage then? BECAUSE THIS KIND OF THING HAPPENED ALL THE TIME IN THE LATE SIXTIES.
Dynamite attack in a Harlem police station in November 68. "Firecracker" broke a window at another cop house the previous week. Explosives pulled from two different cop-car gas tanks in two different precincts in two days in December.
Oh, and it's not until the final grafs of the story, after a bunch of stuff about police-community relations, that they mention the two Black Panthers who shot up a cop car on the Harlem River Drive three days earlier.
Everyone who's freaking out about the out-of-control anti-Trump resistance has the historical memory of a goldfish. A baby goldfish.
