street, we started to smell teargas fanning over the town....
there wasn't much wind that night, just enough to spread
it around like a drop of oil spreading over a glass of water.
This was Saturday night, May 2, 1970. These same National
Guardsmen had been out on another civil disorder....a labor
strike. They were tired and hungry. Now they were coming
onto campus, the seat of a natural enemy of sorts. Here was
a nation choosing up sides for an internal fight. More than
four hundred college campuses had been closed down when the
White House delivered the famous "incursion" announcement that
a war no one wanted was being expanded. Berkeley was the
likely place for real trouble. Why not Columbia University?
But, they're the extremes....let's confine ourselves to where we
started this soliloquy, here in the quiet of the midwest, here in
Ohio. For sake of discussion, let us assume the National Guard
moved onto our campus with live ammunition in their M-l rifles.
I am a major in speech therapy and my concern was with this
little boy with a lisp. Most of my morning had been spent with
him and now I wanted to get back to my room....I still had that
exam facing me. But the campus was a mess. I came out of Taylor
Hall and saw all these people coming around from the Pagoda and
Blanket Hill. It was the long way, but I headed for the parking
in front of Prentice Hall to get away from the turmoil....it was
in that parking lot....
(She places an M-l bullet upright on the pedestal. Departs.)