Wednesday, May 04, 2016
We were living in Virginia; Joe was more than halfway through his four-year break from college, thanks to the Vietnam War. We were just a year and a half away from our return to Kent State. We were -- literally -- counting the days
And then this.
It's been forty-six years, and we don't hear so much about the Kent State tragedy any more. May the Fourth has turned into a celebration of Star Wars movies.
That makes me sad.
But a lot makes me sad lately. Today I read hateful, racist comments about the President's daughter who will be pursuing her education at Harvard. Today a horrible man running for President insinuated that his chief opponent's father had been involved in the Kennedy assassination. And as of today, it seems, a misogynistic, egotistical, racist boor of reality television fame will be the Republican nominee for President.
It is another horrible May 4. Very sad indeed, but -- incredibly -- not as sad as 1970 when the lives of Allison Krause, Jeffrey Miller, William Schroeder and Sandy Scheuer were senselessly taken.
It has been forty-six years but I will never forget what May 4 is about. And it's not about Star Wars.
Posted by Nancy Stevens on Wednesday, May 04, 2016