Jeffrey liked to listen to a rock group called the Grateful
Dead....ironically named. He wasn't much of a student, but
faced the world with a variety of his own deep interests. He
was trying to become a rock drummer....even borrowed a set of
drums to learn how to play. Like the Saturday night Rottsy
fire, he again sat down on Sunday night at the Prentice Gate
Affair....actually Jeffrey sat on top of the wall so he could
get a better view. On Monday, May 4, 1970, Jeffrey Glenn Miller
was in that dormitory parking lot....yelling with the others....even
giving the (Up Your's) universal sign of the day....he had not thrown
rocks....a bullet cut into his mouth. His life of twenty years gushed
over the sidewalk....I often look at the news picture of Jeffrey
in death and wonder if it was any different to die here in Ohio
than in some remote rice paddy .... in the deep recesses of my mind,
I have given Jeffrey Miller a hero's burial.
(Tomato juice can in hand.) The same group that we're dealing
with here today -- and there are three or four of them -- they
only have one thing in mind and that is to destroy higher education
in Ohio....you cannot continue to set fires to buildings that are
worth five and ten million dollars....(remains on dock).
Now wait right here. You in the fifth row. Recall that I said
earlier you would hear about building losses....values....that
Army officer set the value of the Rottsy building at fifty thousand....
equipment....thirty-five thousand. Keep facts in perspective.