March 30, 1968
by Janine Stephenson
I’m not doing any direct canvassing right now. I asked to help out with the office instead. When Craig asked me why, I said that I just needed some time to myself. Becca came over a little while later and asked me if I was having trouble at home. I told her no.
I don’t know who to talk with about how I’m feeling. Why doesn’t The Senator take positions that help people in the ghettoes? I know that everyone loves The Senator. I still think highly of him. We all expect him to win the primary. There’s almost no doubt that President Johnson can beat him.
Underneath my bed are the magazines I used to read when I was a kid. I pulled out my Teen magazine. It’s almost six years old. I looked through it, just to get my mind off of what’s happening. But then I realized that there are no pictures of black women. The only black man in the magazine is Harry Belafonte.
I always wondered what it would be like to be in Teen Magazine. When I was much younger, I thought that maybe I could be Miss ‘Teen. But if I was black, I would never be able to even think about that. Because I’d know that it would never be a possibility.
