Nov. 22, 1963 – The day the world believed that John F. Kennedy, seen as a beacon of hope and peace, was assassinated in Dallas.
Since then we’ve learned that JFK had word of what was planned and was not in the car outside the Texas Book Repository. He’s said to have passed away a couple of years ago and is credited with being, I believe, Q+.
Knowing he survived does repair some of the damage to my heart. But there is still the loss of his leadership and the “return of the suits,” like LBJ, so many of them we now see, complicit in his murder.
No event short of 9/11 has impacted me the way that day in 1963 did.
And today – with mixed emotions, rather than simple grief – we remember.
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