The year was 1970, two days after the May 4th killing of 4 students and wounding of nine others by National Guard troops at Kent State. I was a student at the University of Kentucky in Lexington where, the night before, the ROTC building (closed and scheduled for demolition) had burned during a peaceful demonstration on the other side of the campus. Then-Gov. Louie B. Nunn (R), never one to shy away from a press opportunity, called up the Kentucky National Guard to “quell the rioting”.
The campus went on lockdown, except for “essential services”, one of those being the campus radio station, where I was employed on a work-stutdy program as a DJ, newreader, and transmitter logkeeper when on duty. I was told to report to a particular entrance to campus an hour before each shift, where a detail of Guardsmen would escort me to the station. Others would escort me back after shift.
I have rarely been as scared since as I was then. Not of the guns. I’d been raised around guns. Not of the demonstrations taking place on the streets outside of the campus. They were textbook examples of the Constitutional right to “peaceful assemble”. What scared me were the National Guardsmen
Back then, with the Viet Nam War and the draft in full swing, joining the Guard pretty much guaranteed young men not in college or otherwise connected to influence safety from the draft. With rare exception, every single one of those making up the squad of four who marched me to and from the station were my age, just as scared as I was, and carrying military-issued guns. And because the governor of Kentucky, like the governor of Ohio, those guns were loaded with live ammo. Match and powder keg in entirely too close proximity.
There were no riots, peaceful demonstrations only, as I explained to every news outlet who called the station at the time. This was well before CNN et al, but ABC, CBS, NBS, UPI, and AP, as well as numerous major newspapers from all the country went away sadly disappointed, having been told by the governor’s press machine that the UK Campus was being torn apart. Sure, most of the little convenience stores in the area were entirely out of soft drinks, bread, peanut butter, and jelly, because demonstrators had completely bought them out to feed the Guardsmen facing them from across the street. The logistics of their deployment had not, apparently, been well-thought-out. And that ROTC building fire? Yes, it was arson, but the motive turned out to be insurance money.
The Guard today is different from the Guard back then. Mostly older, mostly more experienced, hopefully wiser and steadier. But they’re being deployed into cities and states without mayoral or gubernatorial request. And there’s the addition of the deployment of active-duty military personnel, trained for and possibly experienced in actual warfare, deployed in violation of the Constitution on the orders of one headline-hungry wannabe dictator. The match and powder keg are in even closer proximity today than it was back in 1970. I can’t be the only one made nervous by the situation.