In Boston on November 22, 1963, hundreds of people learned about the tragedy -- not directly from media -- but from the conductor of the Boston Symphony Orchestra.
The holidays are approaching, but events are making it hard to get in the festive spirit.
Because of the Kennedy promotion machine, because JFK was handsome, charming, witty and self-assured and because of how he exited life, he has received credit for more than he deserves.
For a small group of World War II veterans, the man's political accomplishments are dwarfed by the lengths he went to, and the incredible courage he exhibited, in keeping them alive over the course of several white-knuckle days during the height of the war in the Pacific.
Does the case still matter? Only, I'm afraid, as a cautionary tale about our willingness to accept simplistic explanations for wrenching events (Iraq War? 2008 financial collapse?) that we desperately need to get to the bottom of.
When residing in the U.S., an aspiring but not yet permanent resident, the first crucial step to acquiring the American-ness I have come to love and d...
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Much like 9/11 for Americans of this century, Kennedy's seemingly inexplicable murder inspired an almost existential sense of national and individual vulnerability. One rarely finds anyone who lived through the events of November 1963 that does not think that something profoundly changed in their wake.
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Kennedy thought highly of poetry's wisdom and of its ability to reset a perspective warped by power and politics.
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I was seven. Sometime during the Summer of 1960, my parents put a large Kennedy For President poster, featuring his big toothy-smiling black & white ...
The wall-to-wall media coverage of the past few days has jarred my memory in interesting ways. I have no recollection of President Kennedy's assassination itself. I was only two and half years old. But the event is seared into my brain.
Ruby shoots Oswald -- but what was that third guy doing? I had always wondered. Then I got the chance to ask him. ...
I met John Kennedy twice. He came to meet with the political science majors in 1958, and we spent an hour or so talking about the issues facing the nation. He was charming, handsome, funny, well-informed.
I hope, as we remember a young President, that we will renew our commitment to building with urgency and persistence a just America where every child is valued and enabled to achieve their God given potential regardless of the lottery of birth.