While other writers contemplated the events of the 1968 Chicago riots from the safety of their hotel rooms, John Schultz was in the city streets, being threatened by police, choking on tear gas, and listening to all the rage, fear, and confusion around him. The result, "No One Was Killed", is his account of the contradictions and chaos of convention week, the adrenaline, the sense of drama and history, and how the mainstream press was getting it all wrong.