four dead in ohio

I’ve always had such an exceptionally nice enjoyable time revisiting my past, and even the past in general. Though I’ve never considered it the least bit seriously dysfunctional, this morning I got a bit of a jolt that may end up ultimately changing my mind. Yesterday, the anniversary of the Kent State massacre in 1970, got me wallowing quite obsessively in my lifelong 1960’s obsession. I spent all day long dwelling on the events of that milestone. Today, el Cinco de Mayo, would have been my deceased parents’ fifty eighth wedding anniversary. That brings back quite a lifetime supply of memories too.
This morning I assumed that I should have nothing else to do than to take my virtually inevitable daily walk over to St. Mary of the Isle Church for 9:00 a.m. Mass and then to the Coffee Nut Cafe for a flavored cappuccino. After that, I took for granted, I could count on a relatively typical day. On my way home, though, I got a bit of a jolt.
As I passed by one of the houses in a local neighborhood, I couldn’t help noticing quite an oddly placed stop sign in the driveway. Ever the insatiably curious sort of fellow, I made sure I wandered over toward it to see exactly what it was all about. Predictably, considering the date, I was singing Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young’s song, “Ohio”, to myself, as a true make-believe hippie. Having been plum overtaken by the suspense, I kept going until I found out the hard way just exactly why it would have been quite a good idea to stop. From out of nowhere, it was Tuesday, May 5, 1970. It took me a while to figure it all out though. I was genuinely stunned upon having overheard a bunch of teenagers and young adults claim that “last Thursday”, that scumbag Nixon had made a televised announcement of his decision to send U.S. troops in support of South Viet Nam’s invasion of Cambodia. “Oh!” I thought. “Are they re enacting a scene from April 30, 1970, or what?” Then they started cussing out yesterday’s murder at Kent State University. There were between 61 and 67 shots fired by the Ohio National Guard within thirteen seconds. Four unarmed students were needlessly murdered and nine,also unarmed, were wounded.
People were visibly terrified and crippled. Many had friends and relatives at the school. These people were forced to live through all the things I only knew about in my brain. Trembling anxiety and panic riddled hands grasped copies of that day’s Newsday, with the recent events emblazoned over its front page. Buffalo Springfield’s “For What It’s Worth” was playing on a nearby transistor radio. All were crying over the obscenity of a war that would ultimately end prematurely more than fifty eight thousand American lives. Suddenly all those objective facts and figures were people’s real lives. Eventually it all ended. I came home, took three Motrins for my migraine, and went to bed.
The preceding is a doffing of the hat to the events of forty four years ago yesterday. I’ve always been interested in the 1960’s so I couldn’t resist.



  1. Well-written story. I’m from Ohio and vividly remember the events at Kent State University. I graduated from The University of Akron, Akron, Ohio (now Akron State University). It was a much more conservative university than Kent State. Kent isn’t far from Akron. Unfortuantely, those who graduated around the time of that trouble sometimes had more difficulty getting jobs because it reflected unfavorably on them for no fault of their own. Well done. 🙂



  2. Thanks Larry, About 10 years after all that trouble, my husband and I were living in an apartment behind Kent State. They were planning on building a structure on the campus where some of the trouble had taken place. There had been some people objecting. Two men came to our door. They looked like they might be plain clothes police, FBI, etc. They asked for someone who apparently had lived in that same apartement at the time of the original trouble. When they found out we had no information, they left. That person must have been of a list of possible troublemakers. We never found out what it was about.



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