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May 3,
2003
Tears of Rage
Remembering May 1970
By RON JACOBS
One of the most hopeful aspects of the current
movement against war is the large numbers of young people who
are not only involved, but are taking the initiative. In our
local coalition here in Vermont, the high school and college
students (and those of that age who are not in school) have involved
themselves in most of the planning and strategizing. To their
credit, most of the older folks have encouraged this and invited
these coalition members' input. As a person who opposed the US
war in Vietnam while in high school, my empathy for today's younger
protestors stems from the frustration I felt when ignored by
older activists merely because of my age. Indeed, the only antiwarriors
who encouraged me to write and organize back in the early 1970s
were the GIs who I hung out with in Germany.
As the month of May rolls around again,
I am reminded of two dates from that month: May 4th and May 14th.
These are the anniversaries of the 1970 murders of student antiwar
protestors at Kent State University in Ohio and Jackson State
College in Mississippi by military and lawmen. These murders
marked a turning point in the war and the protest against it.
The antiwar movement grew up with those murders. Now, protest
meant risking one's life. The U.S. government had made it clear
once and for all that it would tolerate only so much dissent.
Of course, African-American and other protestors of color-and
the revolutionary anti-imperialist wing of the antiwar movement-had
known this all along. After the original burst of anger that
brought millions into the streets and shut down universities
and high schools around the country, many protestors put away
their banners and raised fists for a life with less confrontation.
The rest of us reaffirmed our commitment to do whatever it took
to stop the war.
Despite its relatively short life, the
current movement against the war and whatever else lies ahead
is in its adolescence. We share an innocence with that pre-May
1970 movement, yet at the same time know that the state is willing
to do whatever it takes to keep its power and its wars. Messrs.
Bush, Ashcroft, and Rumsfeld have left us no doubt in that regard.
We have yet to see police or army murders of protestors in the
US this time around, although two Western members of the international
movement have been killed by the Israeli military in the last
couple of months (and a third mortally wounded).
I've jotted down some memories from those
days in early May 1970. My dad returned from Da Nang, Vietnam
in February of that year, where he had spent the previous year
as an officer in the Air Force. I had become more opposed to
the war during that same time. I was in ninth grade.
Dad came back in February of 1970. Although
I was glad to see him out of harm's way, there were times I wished
I was somewhere else.
We arrived in Frankfurt am Main in March
1970. Within a week, my siblings and I were back in school. The
junior high I attended was on the other side of the city on a
military compound. It had been a German women's prison prior
to its utilization as a school. The school building was surrounded
by a twelve foot high wall. Each of its corners held an empty
guard tower. Most of the students felt that prison was an appropriate
metaphor for their experiences there. I made a few friends pretty
quickly.
This always happened on military bases
since most of the students were always in transit, but the fact
that I owned some rock records that hadn't made it to the Post
Exchange or into the German music stores certainly helped. With
most students feeling that the epicenter of our (counter)culture
lay in the U.S., anyone who arrived from the States and was just
a little bit hip was milked for updates on what was really happening.
Neither the Stars & Stripes newspaper nor the Armed Forces
Radio Network were providing that kind of news. The only news
the Stars and Stripes was really good for was sports news, and
that wasn't something I discussed with my new counterculture
friends.
When I awoke on May 1 that year, I was,
like many other people in the world, incredulous and pissed off
that Nixon had sent troops into Cambodia. Although my political
awareness was still relatively unformed, it had taken me no time
to realize that Richard Nixon was a pig. Still, I didn't think
he or anyone else would actually expand the war in Southeast
Asia when everybody--including my dad--wanted it to end. When
I went to the kitchen for breakfast my father was still there
and we had a short debate about the invasion before he headed
off to work. That interaction got me fired up for a day of debate.
Sure enough, even though homeroom was run by the gym teacher
(a man with the last name of Agnew who usually didn't talk about
anything other than sports), we spent the whole class period
arguing about the war. By the time civics class came up right
before lunch, some of the more radical students (whom I was just
beginning to know) were trying to organize some kind of protest.
However, since the weekend was coming up, nothing concrete was
devised.
When we got back to school on Monday,
May 4, most of us who cared had heard the news reports all weekend
about the massive protests taking place all over the US against
Nixon's move into Cambodia. In addition, the German students
had kept the police busy all weekend in Frankfurt with constant
rallies and marches against the invasion, of which I attended
at least one. By noon on Monday, some hastily drawn posters began
appearing on the walls of our junior high urging students to
protest the war on Wednesday, May 6, by wearing black armbands
and refusing to go to homeroom. Of course, as soon as the posters
appeared, they were ripped down by administrators or a pro-war
student or teacher. One girl was suspended when she refused to
remove a poster she had just put up. That night I found some
black material and made myself an armband.
Like always, I turned on the radio when
I awoke the next morning, May 5th. I liked to listen to the news,
especially when something big was happening. I was not prepared,
however, for the news that morning. Nor do I think I will ever
forget how I felt when I first heard it. Four students had been
shot dead in Kent, Ohio by the National Guard while protesting
the war. Several others were injured. I knew what Dylan meant
when he sang of his tears of rage. My eyes were brimming over
with such tears and my heart was pounding in anger and disbelief.
I didn't say much as I got ready for school. My mom was silent
as I read the Stars and Stripes report on the killings over Cheerios.
My older sister and I talked about them while we ate.
I put my armband on while waiting for
the school bus. Upon arriving at school, I searched for some
of the kids most involved in the antiwar planning. In homeroom,
Mr. Agnew read a memo from the principal expressing regret over
the slayings in Ohio, but warned that no protest of any kind
would be allowed at Frankfurt American Junior High School. The
gym teacher (who I was beginning to believe opposed the war as
much as I did) looked around, noting that three or four of us
wore black armbands, and said nothing. One of the guys asked
if he could read something relevant to the current events and
the teacher said yes. Steve took out a copy of the text to Arlo
Guthrie's antiwar poem "Alice's Restaurant Massacree"
and began reading, complete with four-part harmony. By the time
he finished, class was over.
Most of the teachers turned the classroom
time that day into a discussion of the war in Vietnam and the
repression of the movement against it. Those students who wanted
to do more than just wear armbands passed the word that people
should still refuse to go to homeroom the following day. We would
hold a silent vigil in the parking lot instead. A few students
were forced to remove their armbands by the more reactionary
teachers. Other teachers took armbands provided by the students
and wore them themselves, probably risking a pay raise if not
their jobs, especially seeing as how the school was on a military
base.
When the bell signaling the beginning
of classes rang Wednesday morning, about a hundred students in
the parking lot made no moves toward the building. We waited
for a signal of some kind from one of the protest organizers.
As we milled around, certain teachers known for their allegiance
to the rules appeared on the outskirts of our small crowd. Slowly
but surely they herded us towards the entrance doors and slowly
but surely we filed in. I don't think we had a failure of will
as much as we had no organization. Later that day there was a
two-hour all-school assembly where, after some sanctimonious
nonsense from the principal and an Army officer about defending
freedom (both of whom were eventually shouted down), we argued
about the war. By the time the Jackson State murders took place
on May 14th, there was no more arguing left to do. And tears
were not enough.
Ron Jacobs
is author of The
Way the Wind Blew: a history of the Weather Underground.
He can be reached at: rjacobs@zoo.uvm.edu
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