Today, I'd like to draw your attention to an article in FrontPage Magazine. It takes a lot of courage to tell a story like this. Too many women keep things like this bottled-up inside. It's also a story that provides a first-hand report, on life through Weatherman Bill Ayers eyes.
Remembering a Sixties Terrorist
By Donna Ron
I read occasionally of former Weatherman Bill Ayers and his wife Bernardine Dohrn, both now not only accepted, despite their bombing campaign against America in the 1960s and 70s, but successful , establishment educators whose opinions on social issues are taken seriously. Every time I see Ayers' name I shudder with fear and rage and realize that I will never be able to erase the mark he left on my life one evening 40 years ago.
It was at the Undergraduate Library at the University of Michigan on a Friday night in November 1965. I was a sophomore and was living in a sorority house -- Alpha Epsilon Phi. I was walking down the stairs to leave the library. Billy Ayers was standing on the first floor and started talking to me.
I thought he was cute. There seemed to be jovial kind of instant connection between us.
