Set against the backdrop of the Vietnam War and the protest era of the early 1970s, a gripping novel of a power, corruption, injustice, courage, and hopeâand one tenacious young man whose determination to overturn the system holds unexpected consequences for his own life.
Steve Logan, an idealistic young man who wants to make the world better. Weeks before his graduation from Brown, heâs meets a reform-minded cop from New York City who convinces Steve that to change the system, he has to get involved. Fueled by a strong sense of moral justice, Steve joins the Providence Police Department. Though heâs eager to make a difference, fighting the establishment is overwhelming. His education makes him an outsider, and his honesty makes him a threat to the corrupt and sadistic cops who use the badge for money and power. At home, his college friends think heâs a traitor, and even Roxy, the compassionate med student he loves, has begun to pull away. But Steve isnât going to give up. He devises a dangerous plan to radically shake up the system and take his enemies down . . . unless they take him out first.
Set against the backdrop of the Vietnam War and the protest era of the early 1970s, a gripping novel of a power, corruption, injustice, courage, and hopeâand one tenacious young man whose determination to overturn the system holds unexpected consequences for his own life.
Steve Logan, an idealistic young man who wants to make the world better. Weeks before his graduation from Brown, heâs meets a reform-minded cop from New York City who convinces Steve that to change the system, he has to get involved. Fueled by a strong sense of moral justice, Steve joins the Providence Police Department. Though heâs eager to make a difference, fighting the establishment is overwhelming. His education makes him an outsider, and his honesty makes him a threat to the corrupt and sadistic cops who use the badge for money and power. At home, his college friends think heâs a traitor, and even Roxy, the compassionate med student he loves, has begun to pull away. But Steve isnât going to give up. He devises a dangerous plan to radically shake up the system and take his enemies down . . . unless they take him out first.
May 1970
When Steve Logan stepped into the sunlight that Monday, he began to make small decisions that would change his life. he felt a very different vibe on the Brown University campus. The mellow spring weekend had turned to an eerie chill. Students were pouring out of classrooms, not in their normal sleepy stroll but in panic and confusion. The action passed in slow motion chaos as a knot grew in Steveâs stomach. What didnât he know?
he grabbed a thin, intense kid with black glasses who looked like he was on the path to Faunce house, the student union. âWhatâs going on?â
âTheyâre killing kids on campus.â The boyâs acned face was a mix-
ture of fear and incomprehension. he stood perfectly still, looking at the ground.
âWhat? Where? here?â
âKent someplaceâshooting protesters. Itâs on the news.â
Steve released the boy, who ran toward the student center without looking back. Killing kids on campus . . . anti-war demonstrations
had been growing since Nixon had invaded Cambodia but. . . . It had to be a mistake. As Logan sprinted toward his apartment, his long brown hair trailing like a pennant, he thought how Nixon had increased the venom about college protesters. But shooting kids on campus? he stretched his legs, glad for the power heâd built through lacrosse, as the trees flew byâit was one more block. he had to get home to Roxy.
he dug deeper into his training for more speed. This was fucked up. It couldnât be true. It had to be something elseâan assassination or madman with a gun.
Taking two steps at a time up, he flew to the third floor of the wooden New England floor-through. Roxy Fisher, wearing a white peasant blouse, was sitting in the maroon salvaged chair in the living room under a full-wall mural, whose screaming, clashing colors reflected the turmoil Steve felt. her lips were drawn tightly, and small tears were running from her eyes. Steve bent and kissed her on the cheek, wiping her tears with his shirt. his roommates, Cal Metcalf IV, a thin, over-achieving Boston prep-school kid, and Andy Powers, with his blond afro, were sitting on the sagging couch. They were watching Walter Cronkite on a small black-and-white tv on the table next to three empty Narragansett bottles. Steve inhaled deeply to catch his breath as he listened.
Today at Kent State University in Ohio, four students were killed and nine wounded when students attacked the National Guard troops as they were trying to prevent the students from taking over administration buildings. The National Guard said they were in fear of their lives by the mob.
âShit. Shit! Kids are attacking armed troops? We had a half a million at Woodstock last summer and no violence,â Cal said, his face lined with sweat.
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âA million march on Washington to end this fucking war. No violence. A bunch of kids at nowhere U, and the National Guard in full battle gear shoots them down. This is fucked up,â Andy yelled at the television in his Long Island accent.
Roxy rose. âI canât believe Iâm watching this.â She buried herself
in Steveâs chest. âIs this the start of the revolution?â
Steve quietly stroked her head, trying to comprehend the scene
on the television. he watched the Vietnam Warâbody countsâ death on tv every nightâit was destroying the country. his fatherâs generationâthe World War II veteransâdidnât understand why his generation hated this war.
Steve tried to explain to his father that there wasnât a Pearl harborâthe Vietnamese didnât attack. There were no front lines, no war objectives, just drafting kids as cannon fodder to fight little men in black pajamas. Nixon just expanded the endless war, dividing the country more than ever. And now body counts had come to the college campus. he felt the country had, without warning, begun devouring its young. College students like Steve and his roommates, students who should be making the world a better place.
he felt sick, like when the box on the schoolroom wall had announced President Kennedy was dead. These were just kids, like them, protesting just like them, not thinking of the consequences. Murdered by American troops?
Roxy turned and stared at the tv, small tears still seeping from her eyes. She was so vulnerable. Steve wanted to protect her because she had recently lost her father and sister, and her relationship with her mother was badly frayed. She leaned back against him and he surrounded her shoulders with his arms. he could smell the baby shampoo in her hair. Could he leave her for law school? he felt her quiver in his arms, and he pulled her tighter.
âRoxy, youâre from Ohio. Is that some radical hotbed?â Cal looked
over his glasses at her.
âBaloney with mustard on rye is radical. Why not Berkeley or Columbia?â She turned her head to Steve, and he could feel her rising sadness. he wanted to go back to yesterday, to Spring Weekend with Judy Collins singing on the green and Roxyâs head in his lap. It was all so peaceful. how had the country come to this? The Vietnam War was wrong, and protesting was now punishable by death.
âShut up,â Cal snapped. âLetâs hear the rest.â
The students were unarmed, and observers said they posed no direct threat to the Guardsmen. It is reported that two of the dead were students on their way to class, who were not part of any demonstration. Two male and two female students were killed. Over sixty rounds of ammunition were fired at the unarmed students. Officials are questioning why the Guardsmen were issued live ammunition and who gave the order to fire.
The students were protesting President Nixonâs speech on April 30th, announcing the invasion of Cambodia by u.s. forces, further widening the war in Southeast Asia. Governor James Rhodes justified the shooting, calling the protesters,
âun-American, bent on destroying higher education in Ohio.â
The television replayed tear gas and troops with fixed bayonets marching across the campus as students scattered in every direction. Steve imagined Cal fleeing in fear as the bullets cracked and Andy gasping for air as the tear gas cut off his oxygen. And he was pulling Roxy to safety while she wanted to confront the troops. It happened at Kent State to kids just like them. It could have been in Providence or any other college town. The country would not be the sameâit couldnât go back. But where was forward?
Andy paced in a circle, his mustache flexing as he tightened his jaw and his blond afro seeming to grow. Finally, he pulled up and Four Dead in Ohio 5
spat out, âThey trained a generation of killers of women and children in Vietnam. Now itâs come home. Maybe they will napalm this place and put us all out of our misery.â The longest hairs of his handlebar mustache quivered as he spoke.
Students around the nation are calling for strikes on campus in solidarity with the students killed at Kent State.
Andy stood with his thick arm raised and shouted at the televi-
sion, âThatâs right! Weâve got to shut it down!â Cal jumped to his feet, fist raised.
âIâm so afraid. Whatâs going to happen next?â Roxyâs body tensed. Steve felt cold at the anger in the room. Was all he had been taught about America wrong? These were executions like in some Third World dictatorship. he always believed in the heroes, the good guys with white hats. Too many Westerns and war movies? No, he knew his history, and this was bullshitâjust plain wrong. Was this the beginning of the revolution? Kids against kidsâyoung against the old? But what would he do? he stroked Roxyâs shoulder. her moist eyes were set with determination, and he moved a strand of her dark hair from her face to behind her ear. Who were they? he had thought of politics in the abstract, like most people. But this time, it was very real to him and her. They werenât going to be spectators as the country went up in flames.
âWe canât just watch this on tv,â Roxy said. âAre you going to stay with me?â her green eyes danced under her raised eyebrows. he squeezed
her hand. âYes.â
Cal and Andy were chanting at the tube, âShut it down! Shut it
down! Shut it down!â
Roxy pulled Steveâs arms to her chest. These deaths had changed the stakes. he wasnât afraid but confused. Yesterday, life had been perfect. He wanted to take her away to live in a cabin in the woods or on some commune. But that wasnât going to happen. he wasnât going to run; he had to live up to his expectations. Life had seemed sorted out, with graduation only weeks away and law school. Now she wanted him to stay. So he was without a plan or a defined goal, questioning everything he thought he knew.
What was today about? Assassinations, riots, Black Panthers, peace marches, and Woodstock. Graduation at the end of the month had been the goal, but now he didnât know what would come next.
âYes,â he said trying to imagine some heroic gesture. âWe can
do anything.â
Roxy smiled her liquid warmth, and he pulled her tightly to his chest, not wanting to ever let her go. What he was watching was wrong, he knew that, but what could he do to make it right? They turned and joined the chant. âShut it down! Shut it down!â What would he, could he do?Â
It is hardly a coincidence that Peter Rush has written this story of police brutality and corruption 50 years since the massacre at Kent State University on May 4th 1970 as the story begins with that epic event, and follows the lives of students from Brown University. Rush takes a new look at an event that shook the world.
Steve Logan and his girlfriend Roxy Fisher, share with two others, Cal and Andy â and they are deeply affected by the death of the four Kent State students (nine others were injured) who were protesting President Nixonâs speech on April 3rd 1970 announcing the invasion of Cambodia. Â Steve visits the campus and is horrified to find himself being bullied by State police, and Steve canât believe that one actually held a bayonet to his throat. It is this exposure to police brutality that triggers their various reactions to the draft.
Andy gets his draft notice, Cal joins the Peace Corps to avoid the draft and Steve decides to join the Police Department in Roxyâs home town of Providence after listening to a seminar where one cop said he had chosen to do the âright thingâ. Steve in his naivety thinks he can follow suit â but can he?
As one of the first college-educated rookies on the Police Force he is given a really hard time. His fellow cops openly gun for him or at best keep their distance. He is given the worst assignments, sent to the roughest locations and even brutally attacked in the locker room. But it is out on patrol he learns the extent of the bribery and corruption taking place. Almost every business in town hands over cash on the quiet and Steve starts keeping records of who bribes who, when and how much.
It doesnât take long for him to be completely ostracised by his fellow cops â and when he finds himself and his friends in danger he decides to split. He hands over all the accumulated evidence to an fbi contact, tips off a reporter on the local newspaper, and joins the Peace Corps. His efforts are finally vindicated as the story breaks, the crooked cops from the top down are arrested - and he finally gets back to his girlfriend. Â