Deborah Bradley was Assistant Professor of Music Education, en publiceerde in 2005 dit dagboekfragment. Authentiek?
Friday, April 5, 1968
What an awful day! I don’t want to be here at all. Someone shot Martin Luther King, Jr.
last night in Memphis. Everybody at school is crazy today. Some people are laughing and
making jokes about him; some people are saying they are glad he is dead. I can’t stop
crying. What makes anyone think that killing someone is a good way to solve a problem?
Just when I thought maybe white and black people in this country were beginning to
learn to get along with each other, someone kills Martin Luther King. Now what is going
to happen? I bet whoever is responsible will try to convince us all that Rev. King was
shot by one crazy person acting all alone. Maybe it’s possible. I wonder if I’ll ever find
out who really killed John Kennedy? I probably could believe Lee Harvey Oswald did
that all by himself except that I watched him executed on live TV. I remember my dad
saying exactly that as we watched Oswald bleeding: “if he dies we’ll never know the
truth.” He died.
I had a really hard time concentrating at school today. I wish my mom hadn’t made me
go – she knew I was upset but she thought going to school would take my mind off Rev.
King’s assassination. She doesn’t realize how rotten a place school can be sometimes. If
it weren’t for chorus and my music theory class I would absolutely hate it. . . . .Oh well,
only two more months until we graduate. . . . I guess I can stand it that much longer.