I've seen this before, almost 45 years ago, during my sophomore year at Kent State University. The same person was running amok then as today, in Ferguson, Mo., and I know his name!!! He was originally called Lucifer, the angel of light, until he rebelled against God when he and one third of the angels were defeated, and cast out of Heaven eternally. From then on, he was referred to as "satan", the deceiver, and he knows he is already judged by God, and he is just waiting for his sentence to be carried out. In the mean time, his best attempt at exacting revenge is to create as much chaos on earth as possible, and he does that with the help of instigators like those last night in Ferguson, Mo., and those who had a field day at Kent State on May 4th, 1970.
On that day, I was leaving my 11:00 to 11:50 class, in the Education building with one of my house-mates, when we ran into his roommate heading to his 12:00 class in the same building. He told us that a "rally" was being held on the "Commons" ( the area set aside for public speaking, between classroom buildings and dormitories), and we decided to go and check it out. We knew that the shortest way there would be to cut through the Student Union building across the street, so we did. As we exited the other side, we heard the sound of what we dismissed as fireworks, but turned out to be the sound of gun shots as a small band of Ohio National Guardsmen opened fire on a group of rock-throwing demonstrators, killing 4, and wounding 9 others. Completely oblivious to any danger, we began to walk across the Commons directly into the path of the retreating band of Guardsmen that had just fired upon the students, putting ourselves in a perfect crossfire position between them and another small band of Guardsmen on the other side of the Journalism building. For some reason, this made us a bit nervous, and we decided to retrace our steps, and go the long way around the Commons, and the Journalism building, where we found the large crowd of students who had just been fired upon, in time to see the last ambulances carry away the dead and wounded. I was struck by a group of some 50, or so, strangers dressed in typical clothing of what we students would refer to as "hippy-types", with all the intended derogatory connotations implied. Kent State was at that time a very apathetic campus with about 21,000 students, who were mostly interested in doing only enough work to stay in school, to keep from getting drafted and sent to Viet Nam, and then to graduate and get a good job. We were not politically motivated, and those who wanted to make a "leftist", or anti-war statement by dressing up as "Hippies" were few enough in number that they were easily recognized, in such a large crowd of over-grown high school kids, as most of us were. As I said I was struck by these "hippy-types", simply because I had never seen any of them before, which convinced me that they were obviously not students, or at least not on our campus. The chances of my not recognizing any of them, from walking around campus was very remote, since their attire was as strange to us as clown costumes, and they stuck out like the proverbial "sore thumbs".
Anyway, these 50, or so, hippies were having a real good time on the steps of the Journalism building, apparently congratulating themselves, probably for their self-supposed efforts to start the "great American Communist Revolution", that they must have assumed would surely follow these atrocities. And I guess that many others expected that to follow as well, including the popular rock band of the day, "Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young" who wrote that classic tribute, "Four Dead In Ohio" to spur on the "Revolution", that never came. One of these hippies was so caught up in his exuberance that he took his home-made Viet Cong battle flag and proceeded to jump into the pool of blood, and brain tissue, that I later realized was the place where Jeffery Miller was killed, and proceeded to hop around in the bloody gore swinging his flag at the bits of brain tissue, and shouting something inaudible to me, which I presumed was some anti-war slogan. While the rest of us turned away in disgust, these punks continued their celebrations.
My point in recounting all this was not to gross out the reader, but to demonstrate that the same spirit of instigated chaos seems to be prevalent today, in Ferguson, Mo., and that people like the "Reverend" Al Sharpton, who's scheduled to make a public appearance there today, can be expected to exploit this for all the "leftist" publicity they can. I personally see no difference between what is happening now, and what happened 45 years ago. It's the same spirit at work here!!! And I know his name!
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