By: Mike Roberts

Mike Roberts
Sat, 09 May 2020 05:58:30 +0000

That morning I walked out of my philosophy of ethics class to find the campus streets lined with national guardsman. I became enraged and walked over to the oval and witnessed kids being rifle-butted just for being there.
I went back to the house I shared with some other students and got my roommate’s gas mask and a glove and returned to the oval and began catching the tear gas canisters in the air and throwing them back. This went on for awhile, and then the sheriff’s riot squad showed up with big machines pumping out tear gas and large plastic shields.
The riot squad pushed all the students off the oval across from the admin building and as I left the oval I was shot in the back with a shotgun that one of the deputies carried.
I was taken to the university hospital by a passing motorist where they dug out most of the buckshot, bandaged me up and sent on my way. There was no investigation and the cops denied shooting anyone.
I will carry piece of lead buckshot in my butt to my grave along with the memory of what happened that day.