A few days ago the Daily Star ran one of its time capsules. If you opened it up in the middle, and looked on the right hand side, at the top of the page was a photograph of John Kennedy and right below him a photograph of his brother, Bobby.
I saw John speak in Cincinnati during the summer of 1960 when I was 11. He inspired me to believe that together we could change the world for the betterment for all people.
When John was murdered the world, and I, stood still and wept.
I was there when Bobby spoke at the main auditorium that day at the U of A. They weren’t letting anyone else in by the time I got there because it was filled to capacity. A guy threw a rope out of a second floor window and I climbed up the west side of the building, came through a window and heard Bobby speak.
Listen to “Abraham, Martin and John” sung by Dion. Didn’t you love the things that they stood for?
Now I am waiting, along with Lawrence Ferlinghetti, for that rebirth of wonder.
What the hell has happened to America?
Can anybody tell me where it’s gone?
Evil walks its streets wearing very expensive suits, whispering hate filled moral obscenities in closed, finely furnished rooms.
