Friday, November 22, 2013

A Bad Dream














Fifty years ago, I woke up and made my way downstairs where my mother was fixing me breakfast.  "They're going to kill President Kennedy today in Dallas," I said.  My mom turned around and said, "No honey, why would you say that?"

"I dreamed it this morning."

"Well that was just a bad dream,"  she said.

I went upstairs and got dressed and got ready for school.  It was a bright sunny day.  As I piled into Mrs. Goodlett's car, I made my proclamation again.

"They are going to kill the president in Dallas today."  Mrs Goodlett turned around and looked at me in the back seat.

"Why would you say that?" she said.

"Because they are," I replied.

All of my other schoolmates just looked at me.  They didn't know the President was going to be in Dallas.  They barely knew who the President was, other than some damn Catholic from the Northeast.

I didn't tell any one else.

But that afternoon when the news came, I was not surprised.  I was vindicated.  It was much later before I would become full of sadness. There was also a haunting growing degree of guilt.  I could have done more. I was fourteen, and as a boy living in the hyper conservative  Texas Panhandle, I suppose it would be wrong to say that folks were sad.  They weren't.  After all, now we would have a Texas President.

Still, my family watched the events of the next few days on my grandfather's new color TV set as if we had just witnessed one of the most important events of our lifetimes.  While we were driving from Pampa to Canadian to join my grandparents, Frank Ruby shot and killed Oswald.  When we arrived,  they were showing the reruns over and over and over. For a while some of us were confusing the microphone to be Ruby's gun.

"How can they let that happen?" we said to each other.

After that, I could not take my eyes off of the events that were unfolding.  For I watched every moment of the funeral with cute John John, and the austere parade with that strong horse who seemed to want to run off with that Marine and those boots placed in the saddle going the wrong way.

It was then that I finally cried.

For I knew that something really terrible had just happened not to just the Kennedys, or to the country, but to us all.  And everyone else on the planet seemed to know it too.

Perhaps the best carrier of the torch of this extinguished hope is Robert F Kennedy Jr.   Here is the opening of his latest piece in Rolling Stone.  It's worth a full read.

JOHN F KENNEDY'S VISION OF PEACE

November 20, 2013 12:30 PM ET

On November 22nd, 1963, my uncle, president John F. Kennedy, went to Dallas intending to condemn as "nonsense" the right-wing notion that "peace is a sign of weakness." He meant to argue that the best way to demonstrate American strength was not by using destructive weapons and threats but by being a nation that "practices what it preaches about equal rights and social justice," striving toward peace instead of "aggressive ambitions."

Despite the Cold War rhetoric of his campaign, JFK's greatest ambition as president was to break the militaristic ideology that has dominated our country since World War II. He told his close friend Ben Bradlee that he wanted the epitaph "He kept the peace," and said to another friend, William Walton, "I am almost a 'peace at any price' president." Hugh Sidey, a journalist and friend, wrote that the governing aspect of JFK's leadership was "a total revulsion" of war. Nevertheless, as James W. Douglass argues in his book JFK and the Unspeakable: Why He Died and Why It Matters, JFK's presidency would be a continuous struggle with his own military and intelligence agencies, which engaged in incessant schemes to trap him into escalating the Cold War into a hot one.

His first major confrontation with the Pentagon, the Bay of Pigs catastrophe, came only three months into his presidency and would set the course for the next 1,000 days. clip

Toward the end of the piece, RFK writes:

On October 10th, after signing the atmospheric-test-ban treaty, Khrushchev sent JFK the last of his personal letters. In that missive, Khrushchev proposed the next steps for ending the Cold War. He recommended the conclusion of a nonaggression pact between the NATO and the Warsaw Pact nations, and a number of steps to stop the spread of nuclear weapons and prevent their use in surprise attacks. JFK would never see the letter. State Department officials hostile toward Khrushchev intercepted it. more

As a young boy, my politics had not really formed yet.  My mother's family were rancher /banker/ Republicans and my father's family were cattle feeding/farmer/Democrats.  At one time, the aunt on my father's side was the district committee woman for the Democrats and my aunt on my mother's side was district committeewoman for the Rs. Both of them went to their respective national conventions in 1964.  One supporting Goldwater, the other Johnson

I loved staying up with my Aunt til four in the morning smoking her Parliaments with the funny filters talking about politics and the future of this country and the world.  But that was before 24 hour news killed the news, before cable, before wedge issues, sound bites, and talking heads.


Before the Bad Dream.

So let us begin anew—remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.
           
Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us.
           
Let both sides, for the first time, formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and control of arms—and bring the absolute power to destroy other nations under the absolute control of all nations.
           
Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce.
           
Let both sides unite to heed in all corners of the earth the command of Isaiah—to "undo the heavy burdens ... and to let the oppressed go free."
           
And if a beachhead of cooperation may push back the jungle of suspicion, let both sides join in creating a new endeavor, not a new balance of power, but a new world of law, where the strong are just and the weak secure and the peace preserved.
           
All this will not be finished in the first 100 days. Nor will it be finished in the first 1,000 days, nor in the life of this Administration, nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet.

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4 Comments:

Blogger Katherine Plowman said...

The night before his assassination, I was in bed in my dorm room at S.S.S., watching, through the windows, the clouds roll across the night sky. Suddenly my entire body convulsed in in an involuntary shiver of utter alarm. I had an innate understanding that someone was going to die, someone important, and I prayed that this person not be my own mother. After a bit, I fell asleep.
The next day, as I sat at my assigned lunch table in the dining hall, one of the teachers stepped up to the microphone from which daily announcements were made, if need be. His words were solemn and as he spoke a silence settled over the dining hall full of students and teachers. "President Kennedy died today at 1:00 P.M. in Dallas." Then the silence ended and everyone exclaimed in disbelief. The next two days no classes were held. I retreated into my dorm room, which I did not share with another, and sat in a state of shock. Later, I went to the bonfire that was happening, sitting with friends, some of us joining in on the songs anyone wished to sing. The photo someone took that night of us sitting around that campfire showed young, very sad faces. I felt helpless as well as guilty, that I had somehow known this was going to happen and had not been able to do anything to prevent it.

11:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was sitting in a bar in Saigon we heard the news. It did not resonate at all at first. We were all called back to base. My pals and I grabbed a cab and went back to air port. Our commander who had put us in this for saken country had been killed. We had nary a clue what it meant. CL

10:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was in Dallas (Oak Cliff) the day he was shot. Like you, I was very concerned that he would be killed from the moment they announced his trip. He had no business coming to Dallas. It was LBJ's idea and his urging.

I've always thought LBJ and his contacts might have been behind the assassination. LBJ did not have time to wait for Kennedy's two terms. Dallas was the center for Catholic and Kennedy hatred. The John Birch Society was riding high and was HDQ in Dallas. LBJ had great contacts in government, the military, and all the agencies to pull this off and keep him hidden.

I have listened to both Ethel Kennedy and Ted Kennedy talk about the assassination when I was their guest at a home near their compound 10 years ago. With no input from me they both strongly suspected LBJ. Their comments came from Bobby Kennedy stories.

Now maybe Oswald did it all on his own and the conspiracy theories are a bunch of BS. But if you wanted to knock off JFK the best place to do it would be in Big D.

Marc

10:42 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65N3eP2yvbQ

Marc, this man thinks you're correct.

PH

1:51 PM  

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