May 7, 1968
by Janine Stephenson
Today is the Indiana primary. I think I'm supposed to be excited about it and I guess I am. All the people walking around, laughing. Some of the women at the phone bank baked brownies for everyone. It reminded me of the brownies some of the Democratic groups baked back in New Hampshire.
I guess I feel a little down since I know I'm leaving Indiana. We still don't know where we're going next. It seems that most volunteers are going to Nebraska.
Benjamin gave me a big smile this morning, as I walked through the door. "Miss. Stephenson, how are things this morning?" I told him they were fine, and he could come up the campaign headquarters for lunch.
But when he arrived around noon, I made sure that Craig and Becca were around. Ron lingered around for a bit and kept looking over. Those hateful girls weren't around, but I still felt distant from him. I wondered if he felt the same way.
Then I had a terrible thought. What if Ron feels that I shouldn't be around Benjamin? What if he's the same way those girls are?
Moreover, how can people like that be a part of our campaign? Mrs. Stoutmiller used to say that politics attracts all types of people. But how can they be involved with our campaign?
It's around 3 o'clock here now and everyone is gearing up for a big party tonight. We've been told that if The Senator gets more than 20%, it will be good. Benjamin might stay after work to help us celebrate. He has to wake up early the next morning, so he thinks he might have to leave early. Maybe I will as well.
