March 28, 1968
by Amy
My Father called me today to ask me about the conference. Would I care to talk to him about it?
I trust him. He’s my Dad, how could I not? He said that people are very concerned about what we’re doing and he would like to write a column about it. I asked him if he thought he could be fair to the Movement. He said he could.
I ran the idea past Glasses, who thought it would be a good idea to talk to him. Glasses sees my Dad as being conflicted. Dad wants to support us, but he also has to deal with the Establishment, meaning his own editors. I don’t know what kind of other Establishment there might be behind that. The Publisher no doubt. Beyond that, who knows?
I don’t want to him to lose his job for supporting us. Or start getting threats.
Dad said that he would be more than happy to talk to Glasses. Would I mind setting up a meeting for tomorrow?
“And don’t worry honey. If they don’t like what I wrote, they won’t kill me. Just the column. We don’t live in the Soviet Union, you know.”
If his column creates a fire, I just hope he can stand the heat.
