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You know, this year, this anniversary is so strange for me: sometimes it just passes by, and I hardly even notice it; this year, it feels as if I am living in it, all again. Maybe because of all of the fabulous RFK panels, from the Kennedy Library, that have been on C-SPAN.
I actually saw Robert Kennedy once, as a kid of 9, at a Democratic rally on a big commercial parking lot, to promote some of our Michigan Dems who were running again that year; Kennedy was the headliner, huge crowd. My beloved Mom, who has also since died, took me there. Kennedy as Senator from New York, was very popular--I knew somebody who lived in New York State at the time, who told me how people there called Kennedy "Senator Bobby," and I even remember a novelty hit at the time, based on "Wild Thing," by "Senator Bobby," and featuring a lame recorder solo supposedly by Ted. It was a great song. Kennedy was famous for having long hair, of couse, and at that time, that meant that you were going to get a "Beatle" comment of some kind. At this rally, as Kennedy was speaking and doing the famous push-the-hair-out-of-the-eyes motion, I heard an adult male shout, "Hey, Bobby, where's your guitar?" It was not unfriendly. I can still see this day in my mind, and it was one of my most cherished memories; this is one of the things I consider to be "the real Democratic Party," when we were the prevailing force in society.
I will not get into the insult of comparing the third-rate rhetoric of Barack Obama to the literary genius of Kennedy, except to refer people to things such as Kennedy's speech to the crowd in Indianapolis, to tell them that Dr. King had been murdered; deeply moving, and as all interviewers always said--from Merv Griffin to David Frost again recently, Robert Kennedy never gave "canned" answers, always listened, always spoke honestly--it was almost unique as a trait. Kennedy's thought process took a long journey, from a hard--the word used was always "ruthless"--prosecutor/Attorney General, Cold War internationalist, and strict disciplinarian father, to, after John Kennedy's death, a compassionate, wounded, much kinder and gentler living soul. Robert Kennedy Jr. has talked very beautifully about this change. After the President's murder, Robert Kennedy was well-known among people who worked in Washington, D.C. then, to visit the grave and stay, for hours each night, alone. Later came the famous trips to Appalachia, the poorest blacks and whites, the trips speaking to black people in Northern ghettos, where whites had never cared to go before. Much of the journey was of a very shy, serious person, awaking to the world, and to tragedy.
When I was a kid and loved to go shopping with my Mom, at one period of time, she told me, several times, "We aren't going to buy grapes this week," or "I think we'll wait until next time to buy lettuce." I'm sure, by the timing, that it was when Cesar Chavez of the Farm Workers' Union had declared the fast, and the workers went on their dangerous strike. We respected every single call that the Farm Workers made, to boycott lettuce, grapes, etc.
When Kennedy was shot, I think it was just after midnight California time, and so it was 3AM+ here in Michigan. We didn't know about it. My Mom had the TV on, to Primary coverage, and I was going to watch a little of it before I went off to school. About 5 minutes later, there was the shooting, Kennedy was mortally woulnded, I was in total shock, called my Mom in, who was horrified and sent me to school, as I was now getting to be late. For years, I thought I had witnessed the tragedy live, just as I was going to school, then realized later when I learned the time of the shooting, that it must have been a taped replay, kind of new then. As the funeral procession went back to Washington, D.C., and the huge crowds--JFK and FDR like--one of the last stops it made, showing again the always-present Kennedy class, was to the by-then disbanding Poor People's March encampment, where people wept, sang the "Battle Hymn of the Republic," and really knew what they had lost. Kennedy's concern for the poor and for justice was real, not "sudden," not put-on, and would have changed our country immeasurably for the good.
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