BUT AS MAY 4 HAS ARRIVED,
I CANNOT
I have wanted to be a writer since as
young as I can remember.
I wasn’t motivated by the news of May
4th at Kent (as I was only 5.5 at the time), but Kent is where I
went to journalism school.
My parents, who were endlessly irked
when anything suggested the innocent shot and killed “didn’t get what was
coming to them,” were not thrilled when I announced to them as my freshman year
of high school was wrapping up in May 1980 that I wanted to go to Kent.
I guess they had largely given up resisting
when I went off to Kent in fall 1983. To me, the shootings were long ago – but looking
back, they we’re really.
Back then, the J-School was in Taylor
Hall. The college newspaper was headquartered where the May 4 Visitors
Center now reflects on events with dignity.
My wife-to-be’s dorm window looked
out on the Prentice Hall parking lot where vigils were held for the four dead.
I couldn’t help but confront what it
meant when a right-wing governor decided a military operation was needed to
crush the very dissent protected in the Constitution supposedly beloved by “God
and Country” people like him.
I remember a ton of my colleagues at
the Daily Kent Stater – many now superstars in the field of journalism and
related pursuits – vowing to move out of the state if evil Jim Rhodes ever became
governor again.
I also remember dozens of us talking
about coming back for the 25th and certainly the 50th
anniversary of the events (as the 15th that we witnessed was
important, but not exactly a huge milestone.)
I recall Kent’s administration
struggling to deal with a proper memorial.
A contest to design one was fumbled,
declawed and screwed up just about every way timid leaders -- at a learning
institution afraid to learn from its own past history – could think of.
I openly wept when I returned not that
long ago, to find that the old Stater office was now the appropriate, comprehensive
and dignified visitor’s center that the Kent State community had been yearning
for, for more than four decades.
My wife had the same reaction when we returned
to our native NE Ohio a few years later so she could see the displays.
I certainly was no campus radical. Not
even close. I waned a job, at a large newspaper. My course load, night job and
daytime work for the Stater dominated such ambitions.
But I’ve always been a progressive.
Rooting for the little guy and railing against the privileged one percent
(before we labeled it as such).
I always hoped May 4th would
inspire compassion, decency, fair play and above all, a lifelong commitment to
non-violent approaches/solutions to even our most visceral and explosive
problems.
But as I write this – empathy, kindness
and the very notion that we live under a democracy are under siege by a mad
king president who acts much more like a dictator than a statesman proud to be
serving the same office as Lincoln and Roosevelt.
That evil being’s cabinet is hell-bent
on destroying education for all, access to healthcare and any semblance of a
safety net for those who need it the most.
When I wonder how this POTUS would
have reacted to Kent State, I only have to think of Charlottesville.
A vicious
and violent Ohioan, doubtlessly emboldened by a white supremacist president,
took the life of an innocent.
The great #45’s weak effort to unify the nation
he takes joy in dividing – praising neo-Nazis and worse.
I want to be hopeful. I want to think
that, even though Coronavirus has turned on-campus observances (star-studded
and other) into online activities, people can learn from Kent State.
I want to think that bullying, might
and power are not the end game…to commerce, the body politic or a life lived
well.
But with a GOP owned by the gun lobby
and the supposed leader of the free world goading people to take the law into
their own hands while defying pandemic measures designed to save precious lives,
I am struggling.
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