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View Diary: What a Black Armband Means, Forty Years Later (126 comments)

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  •  Free speech is more important than ever. (17+ / 0-)

    This is a paragraph from a diary I wrote a few years ago commemorating the Kent State killings:

    I was eleven years old in May 1970.   The previous October I’d snuck a black armband (cut from the sleeve of my leotard) out of the house against the wishes of my mother.  As soon as I was out of her sight, I put it on to observe the moratorium against the Vietnam War at my suburban Los Angeles elementary school, since I was far too young to head to Washington, D.C., to join with the hundreds of thousands there demonstrating.  I thought it was a good way to show my opposition to the war, and my fear that my two hippie brothers were about to be drafted.

    How amazing to know that I was able to wear that armband in October 1969 because of the case you had won just a few months earlier.  And in my home state, too.

    And it goes on and on.  It is so heartening to see that there are always students who stand up for their beliefs, regardless of the consequences.

    Beautiful diary.  Thank you for telling your story.

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