May 4, 1970 - July 20, 2012
When I looked at the bodies, especially the boy whose head
was bleeding on the asphalt, bleeding so much blood that he could not possibly be alive,
when I looked at them, an eerie quiet had come over the hundreds who, just
moments before, had been shouting at the National Guard, themselves youths in their twenties.
Then one by one a few people shouted ‘fuck you’ or began
sobbing, or screamed a cry of disbelief. Silence returned as adults told everyone to leave.
Time seemed slower---or my dazed perception of it made it
seem slower.
Even though I was an
employee, a graduate counselor, I decided to get in my car, without taking any
clothes or possessions or even telling anyone I was leaving, and simply drive out
of town.
The university phone I had tried to use to call my parents in Connecticut was dead.
I would be trapped if I stayed.
I drove to Cleveland and the phone lines lay on the ground being "repaired" as I abandoned the small Ohio town.
I would be trapped if I stayed.
I drove to Cleveland and the phone lines lay on the ground being "repaired" as I abandoned the small Ohio town.
It was 1970.
It wasKent State .
It was
It is now 42-years later and the worst shooting on American soil
has just occurred early this morning in Aurora ,
Colorado in a movie theater at
midnight on the first showing of the new Batman movie.
Students protest the police shooting of students at Jackson State, 1970. |
The problem is not guns.
The problem is not violence in the media.
The problem is masculinity.
And modern culture’s confusion over what makes a man.
And modern culture’s confusion over what makes a man.
My heart goes out to the victims of this tragedy.
Paul D. Keane
M.A., M.Div., M.Ed.
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