As I sat
down on Thanksgiving day… I thought of where
I was 55
years ago… saying nothing to anyone
here, I
also
thought.. I am not the only one who is thinking of it,
in
silence.. As it was not on the national
news, at least what I saw.. nor any special program…
It was the
55th year since John Fitzgerald Kennedy was shot. Our
President.. Huge host to conspirators
that go on to this day.
To me.. a
lot of innocence of the nation… was also lost.
We are all
to young to know about or lived the past of President killing of Garfield and
Lincoln. We only read it in the history
books at school. But reading in books at
school, was a far cry from our day of 1963…our day of civilization, and
security. JFK’s murder kept the nation glued to their TV’s for days.. Then the
killing of Oswald by Ruby in a police station.. Unheard of. And of course it
was a rare person who did not watch JFK’s funeral. The widow, the saluting son,
the officials of every country following down the street. People gathered in their homes.. in the home
of those who had tv’s (not everyone had a tv in those days) or at a store
front. Where the owner would point the screen towards the street with the
funeral being broadcasted. Tears flowed.
While I am
sure as human nature, there were naysayers, I never heard a word. There was a great deal of respect. And we
wanted answers to why. It was the CIA…it
was Cuba’s
Castro…. it was the FBI… even Johnson was named…. It was Russia. It
wasn’t Oswald, there was a gunman on the lawn. That Oswald was a pawn. There were books written about it.. there
were movies shown. And we will never in our life time…if ever know the truth.
As no one has come forward to admit who, why or how it was done. Or was it
really a flute only gunman named Oswald.
Even Lincolns was shroud in
theories that Booth wasn’t the only one.
My
generation lived in a bubble of good times.
It was after World War Two, and
even with the Korean War, there was still the good times.. Jobs, houses being
build and owned by the regular man.. That was the only credit one had…with a
bank. Called a mortgages. You didn’t buy things unless you had money.. and you
had a job, so you put money away to have that.. years later came credit as
stores. But it was good times in America… for
most. There were hard workers, honor, loyalty,
with hard work being the norm.
Yes, I do
believe it was the end of innocence to what we have now.
Our
generation remembers what it use to be. And saddens us to know our
grandchildren and great grandchildren won’t have that innocence. A child playing with out fear of an adult
stealing them away, teens without fear of failure, and even to of being led
astray by adults, harming them… kidnapping them. Internet has open a huge door.
They won’t
get to know, the safety of church, schools, shopping malls and places where
people gather, being shot at now. To
find that murder, greed, lies, disloyal are the norm.
We know
that it was there since the being of time. But we didn’t hear about it often. As
you do now, daily, moment to moment .
In the old
days, it was newspapers or letters and later radio that told of these turmoil’s…
For most of us.. it was local and occasional nation wide, and by that time the
facts were there, which was mostly true. Not the instant opinions of half
truths.
In this day
and age of internet we have it in our faces minute by minute which what they
THINK happen…
Yes, the
beginning of the end of innocence ended in 1963.
Where we
saw film of the President being shot.. and his killer being shot in the tunnel
at a police station, surrounded by police officers..
I still
remember where I was.. what I did, as I heard the news.. I am sure if you are
my generation…you remember it as well… but we are close to having it …just in
history books to be forgotten, like Pearl Harbor.
