1960s Diary Entries
November 25, 2012
1960s Diary Entries
Today is August 17, 1965 and has been the first day in a week that I could write. The past six days here in Watts have been almost unbearable for me. I take pen in hand to record the events of this past week to have a written account of the horrific things I have witnessed. The Civil Right Act that was passed last year had given me as well as others the hope that the United States was finally on its way to racial equality, but the condition of Watts has not changed for the better. There is high unemployment, substandard housing, and inadequate schools in this district. ...view middle of the document...
Finally, solders arrived to try and quell the violence that was happening. They began a policing campaign to stop the riots by implementing such things as a curfew for all people. It is six days later and things have quieted down. The news said that 14,000 National Guard troops were deployed, 34 people were killed, over 1,000 injured, and almost 4,000 arrests were made. (Civil Rights Digital Library, 2012) I will remember and regret these past few days for the rest of my life. I just pray that people will take this incident and learn from it. I am going to the store to try to piece it back together. I know I will not be able to open for business today. Oh well, maybe tomorrow will be better.
I find myself at the end to another day in Vietnam. I haven’t posted in several days because our squad has been somewhat busy. I have one more month before I rotate back to the states (if I stay alive that long) and the real world. When they drafted me I was told that we were fighting for the people of South Vietnam’s freedom and to stop the threat of communism. However, once the fighting began I soon realized that conventional fighting methods would not work over here. Not only are we fighting the North Vietnamese in their own territory, we are also fighting the Viet-Cong which is a form of guerilla fighter. (Brinkley, 2012) The Viet-Cong blends in with the South Vietnamese people so we do not know who or where the enemy is until it is too late. That is why I was so happy when I was transferred her to the embassy in Saigon. I thought I could finish my tour in...