I wasn’t planning to write about this — and in case anyone cares, I kind of recycled a similar post with the same headline from three years ago. But I couldn’t get it out of my mind as I was running this morning. Kent State and May 4, 1970. That’s more than 40 years and a lifetime ago — but I still think about Allison Krause and the others who were killed and injured that day.
I didn’t know Allison — or Jeffrey Miller, Sandra Scheuer and William Schroeder. But I think about Allison because of the Pittsburgh connection, hers and mine. And I think what a shame. Allison and the others would have been — should have been — in their late 50s or early 60s now. Maybe they would be ending careers. Maybe they would be parents — possibly grandparents. I can’t shake those thoughts having been at Kent State myself in 1970, although graduating in March and back home in Pittsburgh in May.
I know there is no point in rehashing what happened on May 4, 1970, and the days immediately before it. If you have an opinion, like me, it has been anchored in concrete for years. For most others now — it’s history.
Yet it is a day in America’s history worth remembering.