May 3, 1968
by Amy
Rather than signing my cast, people are drawing on it. I have a bunch of peace signs, a yin yang, a smiley face, an infinity symbol, a rough copy of the Cuban flag, and the Chinese symbol for courage on it. Glasses drew a Snoopy, and we all laughed at that. I figured he would’ve at least drawn the Vietnamese symbol for happiness, but no. Snoopy it was.
“All the good ones were taken,” he laughed. “Besides, Snoopy is cool.”
The group, as a whole, is still working on the Parade wrap-up. We haven’t done an official accounting of the event yet. That will come next week. Right now, we have to get our story out about what happened, address community concerns about it, and deal with the legalities of the arrests. Some of this is delegated to committees. Glasses has asked me to come in tomorrow so we can draft letters to community groups and deal with the paperwork.
I haven’t heard from Lesley in a little while, which concerns me. I don’t know where she is right now. I’m hoping she’s not lost in the system. I’m worried.
