Remembering President Kennedy’s Assassination and a Dark Days Afterward

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I will never forget that day — 58 years ago, Nov. 22, 1963, when we listened a news, we was walking between my third and fourth-period classes. we was a comparison during Venice High School in Venice, California. John Fitzgerald Kennedy, a 35th President of a United States, was assassinated in Dallas, Texas.

“Shock” is not an accurately detailed word to explain my feelings during that moment. What we do remember is that my propagandize of about 3,300 students was eerily quiet. No one could talk, and it was apparent that stability classes would be a rubbish of everyone’s time. It was a Friday, and a preference was done to cancel all classes for a residue of a day.

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Like many people dumbfounded by information incompetent to comprehend, we do not remember anything from a subsequent integrate of hours. we know we were sent home, though we can't remember if we walked or took a bus. The subsequent thing we remember was sitting in front of a radio examination a comment of what happened that day in Dallas.

The Zapruder film had not been detected during that time, so many of what we saw were cinema of a plcae and a hospital. Also listened was a replay of Walter Cronkite stealing his eyeglasses and saying:

President Kennedy died during 1 p.m. Central Standard Time, 2 o’clock Eastern Standard Time, some 38 mins ago.

I trust it was after that day when we schooled that a purloin had been found in a third-floor bureau of a book depository. Not prolonged after that, it was announced that a suspect, Lee Harvey Oswald, had been arrested. He had been in a U.S. troops and purchased a purloin used to kill a boss by a mail. We would learn a lot some-more later, information that would outcome in mixed swindling theories.

Most of what we saw was steady constantly until Sunday, when we were frightened to watch Oswald being shot by Jack Ruby. As a Dallas military were relocating a purported murderer by a groundwork of a military station, a owners of mixed frame clubs and dance halls reached out with a handgun sharpened him in a torso.

Oswald died, and Ruby was eventually condemned to death. Ruby had tighten ties with members of a Dallas mafia, that caused an boost in a series of those same swindling theories.

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For 3 days, we cried often. Every American felt an huge loss. A young, energetic, patriotic, and intelligent personality had been taken.

Three images will always sojourn in my subconscious. First, after President Kennedy’s coffin was placed on Air Force One, we bawled as his widow, Jacqueline, dressed in all black, stood with a 36th President, Lyndon Baines Johnson, staring down during a physique of her murdered husband.

The second was Oswald’s face as his physique was invaded by a bullet. The third and many famous was President Kennedy’s immature son, John Junior, “JJ,” as he saluted his father as his box upheld by on a approach to a Capitol Building.

President Kennedy had been intensely renouned with younger Americans. His tongue gave us certainty and hope. Yet, to this day, we trust that a grief was somewhat some-more serious than others. we mostly consternation how he would have rubbed a sharpening conditions in South Vietnam and if a fight would have lasted until 1975 if he had not been taken from us.

It was prevalent for a graduating category of Venice High School to leave something for a subsequent organisation of seniors in an area famous as a “senior court.” My category concluded on a bronze bust of John F. Kennedy.

Op-ed by James Turnage

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