So this was the day our president was shot to death in
Dallas. This was the day, we baby boomers know we will never forget. We all remember where we were and what we
were doing. This was the day that Thanksgiving dinners
across America were holding the same discussions.
The drum beat that sounded over and over for days on end if
the television was on any channel and is embedded in our memories. The day President Kennedy was shot, a little of
America died off and the Military Industrial Complex took
off in high gear as well as
Vietnam War. Everything changed that day.
Topics of conversations moved to a less civil tone.
The racial tensions were already high but it seemed to get worse. Dr. King and Bobby would soon follow
down an assassin's crosshairs, but that day was the day
I think America started to unfold.
We had come through some dark days from the Cuban Missle Crisis and America had hopes in this young president. His wife was charming and we all wanted to be Jackie Kennedy or at least have her style. Dark days were ahead after that day in Dallas. I was only thirteen but remember the announcement and the teachers gathering in the hallway.
I remember feeling so strange and not knowing why I felt such a loss. I did not know President Kennedy. I knew there was a feeling of sadness all around. All of these years and that sadness still prevails.
Vietnam was about to go full throttle and then we would usher in the Nixon years. The Scandals. The corruption.
Watergate. I know it is not just me because I feel the best of what was hoped for an American dream, lay bleeding in a convertable in the motorcade carrying Our 35th president. John Fitzgerald Kennedy.
The hate is more abundant than ever before. We see it all around and I think of Caroline Kennedy at this time of year as she has lost all of the original Camelot.
Where were you Nov.22,1963 and do you still hear the drums?