May 4th 1970: When the political becomes the personal
My boyfriend, G, was one of the Kent 25. The 25s’ names were never released, but we knew who they were.
G is listed in FBI records as a high school student. He was not. He was an Army veteran, discharged 7 months earlier after a turn in Germany. Even though thousands of miles away from Viet Nam, the Army had taught G to hate the war. Continue Reading →