Posted on 11/22/2024 2:58:47 AM PST by Oscar in Batangas
At about 1:30 PM on another Friday in November some 61 years ago, Mr. Lew Hitch announced to the biology class, that the President had been shot in Dallas. Within the hour we learned that John F. Kennedy had died from his wounds. I think that for most of us, it was the largest dose of bad news our country had ever experienced.
1200 or so high schoolers took the early dismissal announcement in quiet sadness and made our ways home where other shocking events would be learned over the next three days.
The Nation wept. Our Camelot era was over. November 22, 1963, became a date to be recalled every year for perhaps 25-30 years longer.
We hardly knew where a country called Vietnam was located, but we all were about to figure that out.
The assassination of the President would be the Nation's singular most tragic event until September 11, 2001.
For my generation, November 22, 1963, was the day we all grew up a bit.
I’m almost halfway through it. Very interesting, I’ve not heard of him before. He sounds credible to me.
I had just turned five. I knew the President had been killed but I didn’t understand what that meant. The one thing I still remember is throwing a tantrum because the funeral was pre-empting my cartoons.
LOL, kids have their priorities straight.
Actually Allen Dulles who got his revenge for being FIRED by JFK. Oh, and then he because lead Warren Commission investigator of his own crime.
I can remember my father announcing the Bay of Pigs invasion at dinner when it happened. I think Kennedy thought he could conceal the US involvement if he called off the promised air support.
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