It was 1968, I was sound asleep. My mother, a light sleeper, kept a radio at bedside and listened to the news in the wee hours, when we were told that stories would sometimes sneak through unfiltered. That night she woke me up to say “They shot Bobby.”
I was horrified. Mom was no Kennedy lover, but no hater of anyone (except frank Sinatra, whom she called “Snottrag.). I was too young to have opinions of consequence. She was distraught. Whereas on November 22, 1963 she told me “Well, we have a better president tonight than we did this morning,” this time there was no consolation.
The RFK shooting always troubled me far more so than his older brother. Bobby was to me more glamorous. His antiwar posture, while not appealing intellectually, was an emotional stand that I liked. I wished I could agree with him. Decades later, having come through one of the many barriers to enlightenment in our society, I would also be (retroactively) an opponent of the Vietnam War, and would imagine that RFK was just another victim. Continue reading “More holders of the Get Out of Jail Free Card: OJ Simpson, Sirhan Sirhan (Part 2)”