What I lost at Kent State

What I lost at Kent State

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by Elaine Holstein, a retired school secretary and social worker
May. 2, 2010

On Tuesday, it will be 40 years since my son Jeff was shot and killed
on the campus of his college. He and three of his classmates were
murdered by the National Guard at an antiwar demonstration at Kent State.

During a 13-second fusillade of rifle fire, Jeff, Allison Krause,
Sandy Scheuer, and Bill Schroeder were killed and nine of their
fellow students were wounded.

The students who had gathered that day - all unarmed - held a large
range of opinions about the seemingly endless war in Vietnam.

Some, including Jeff, objected intensely to the increasing escalation
of a war that had begun when they were barely in their teens. In
fact, Jeff had written a poem about the war titled "Where Does It
End?" in February 1966, shortly before he turned 16.

Others in the crowd had mixed feelings. Some were just onlookers.
Some, like Sandy, were on their way to their next class.

And so, May 4, 1970, became one of the blackest days in the history
of our country.

It was the day I not only lost my child but also lost my innocence.

I could no longer take on faith what I had been taught all my life
about my "constitutional rights," the rights that supposedly made our
country different from so many others.

The decade that followed was filled for me with grief, anger,
disillusionment, and lawsuits. At the end of our legal battles, we
were pressured by the judge and by our lawyers into accepting a
settlement in which the parents of the dead students discovered that
their sons' and daughters' lives were worth a mere $15,000 each.

It was never about the money for me. I wanted an admission of
culpability, and more than that, I wanted an assurance that no mother
would ever again have to bury a child for simply exercising the
freedom of speech. But all we got was a watered-down statement that
better ways must be found, etc., etc.

I also discovered what I perhaps should have known already: that so
many of my compatriots did not feel as I did. They believed that the
students who were killed or wounded got what they deserved and, as I
heard far too often, the National Guard "should have killed more of
them." And now - 40 years later - those wounded students are almost
senior citizens.

Jeff, however, remains in my memory forever as that bright, funny,
passionate 20-year-old.

I have spent 40 years watching my son Russ, Jeff's big brother, grow
older. I've valued (perhaps more than I would have if Jeff had not
died) the close, satisfying relationship we share.

I've had the great joy of seeing my grandchildren, Jeff (yes, another
Jeff Miller) and Jamie, evolve from cute little children into a
couple of the most admirable adults I know. I've danced at their
weddings and have been made happy by their happiness.

But, once in a while, I wonder about my son Jeff's future, which had
so needlessly been cut short.

What would he have been like now at age 60? What sort of career would
he have had? Would he have married? And what about those other
grandchildren that my husband and I might have enjoyed? Now, as I
watch the news on TV each night, I deplore the increasing ugliness of
politics, and I'm afraid. I know too well what can happen when hatred
takes over.

Please, let us lower the volume and be civil toward one another. For
Jeff's sake. And for all of ours.

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