It has been 43 years; nearly half a century.<\/p>\n
Forty-three years ago \u00e2\u20ac\u201d November 22, 1963 \u00e2\u20ac\u201d I was just another high school senior, finishing lunch period and heading back to the career day assembly. I began to notice groups of guys clustered around those little transistor radios we had back then.<\/p>\n
Somebody talked about Kennedy and shots and Johnson. I envisioned them on some sort of outdoor stage and shots being fired. But, frankly, it just didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make any sense.<\/p>\n
Shots? The President? What? Are you serious?<\/p>\n
The mood was apprehensive when the assembly program began several minutes later. Then, one of the priests made a fast-clipped, solitary walk from the back of the gym to the doors leading to the stage. He whispered in the ear of the student leading the session. Jim Egzii stepped to the microphone and announced, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The President of the United States, John F. Kennedy, is dead.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Dead? Dead? What do you mean, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s dead\u00e2\u20ac\u009d?<\/p>\n
Joe Lofy, who sat in front of me, fell to his knees in prayer.<\/p>\n
The next four days found us staring at our black-and-white televisions, watching black- and-white news pictures. There were no commercials. We watched clear into the night, as he lay in state at the Capitol and throughout the following four days: confused reports, arrests, Lee Harvey Oswald, Officer Tippet, Jack Ruby and the Texas Book Depository.<\/p>\n
On the third day, Sunday, I was just about to eat a plate of scrambled eggs after getting home from church, when I looked at the television and saw Oswald being shot.<\/p>\n
And on Monday Jackie, Caroline and John-John led world leaders in a solemn procession from the White House to St. Matthews Cathedral, where the little boy saluted his father\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s coffin. Then the procession to Arlington began; the drums beat over and over and over, interrupted by the funeral dirge and then by the Navy Hymn, which, serendipitously, we\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d learned in Glee Club just weeks before.<\/p>\n
And now the time has lengthened to 43 years, and you have to be of a certain age even to have recalled that horrific, surrealistic time.<\/p>\n
The upcoming anniversary made me search for the facts surrounding the tale I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d heard told of JFK \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcpicking out his grave.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 According to an article Kathie Scarrah wrote for the Voice of America News in May of last year, the President had been at Arlington just days before his trip to Dallas; walking near the front of the Custis-Lee mansion with its magnificent view of the river, Memorial Bridge, the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument and the Capitol further in the distance.<\/p>\n
His guide at the time, Paul Fuqua, told Ms. Scarrah, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153The president didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t know the story of how the Memorial Bridge links Abraham Lincoln and Robert E. Lee, pulling the two sides of the Civil War together. He had never heard that story before, so we talked about that. And then he was standing about where I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m standing now, looking down between the two, and he said that it was so beautiful that he could stay up here forever.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Not long after uttering those words, he did, indeed, stay there forever.<\/p>\n
That vista had contained the March on Washington scene, where Martin Luther King had given his I Have a Dream speech just a few months prior to Kennedy\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s visit. While on television Vietnamese monks were burning themselves alive over religious persecution. Churches in the South were being torched by white racists.<\/p>\n
Then, just days after his wistful moment at Arlington, shots tore through our young president\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head. Driven by his duty, a Secret Service agent had climbed onto the back of the Lincoln limousine; and a black-and-white still photograph showed LBJ being sworn in on Air Force One, with Jackie at his side in her blood-stained outfit.<\/p>\n
No one knew what to think, except that this could not be happening. Not in the United States. These were peaceful times \u00e2\u20ac\u201d peaceful, that is, if you were white \u00e2\u20ac\u201d times when life had a steady, \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcnormal\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 pace.<\/p>\n
It all vanished that weekend in November of 1963. The Christmas pageant was cancelled. But soon there would be the Beatles on Ed Sullivan, and then the killing of the three civil rights workers in Mississippi; the rioting at Ole Miss; and radio reports of black citizens trying, in vain, just to register to vote.<\/p>\n
Nothing was ever the same. Our young president, who\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d, inspired us to give of ourselves for the good of others, had been snuffed out. Tears would well up when you heard Richard Burton sing Camelot. We learned of the ugly side of U.S. policy overseas, the \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcbenign neglect\u00e2\u20ac\u2122 of African Americans robbed of the basic right to vote\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6a right still challenged by those who would suppress from our citizens what we demand of other nations.<\/p>\n
No. Nothing was or is the same as it had been, during that \u00e2\u20ac\u02dcbrief shining moment.\u00e2\u20ac\u2122<\/p>\n
We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve been told, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153We can do better.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Can we? Will we?<\/p>\n
Dare we dream of ever again knowing hope and justice? Is there someone out there who can turn this nation away from selfishness and toward compassion? From \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s in it for me,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d to \u00e2\u20ac\u0153What can I do for them?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n