You may want to as well.)
My fingers were fumbling at the keyboard in typing class that day in 1963, exactly 51 years ago, when the teacher from across the hall came into the room and whispered in Miss Jefferson's ear.
Her face turned white.
The other teacher left and Miss Jefferson broke into tears as she announced that President Kennedy had been shot and taken to a hospital in Dallas.
No one said a word.
Moment's later the other teacher returned. He didn't have to say a word. His face, a portrait of horror and helplessness said it all. We knew. He knew we knew. Holding back tears, he shrugged awkardly, turned -- and left.
The unimaginable had happened.
President John Fitzgerald Kennedy, a man who had set the lives of many of us on a trajectory toward public service in the name of American Democracy, had been assassinated.
Within the next five years, three more champions of the real American Dream, the human quest to create a democratic society that fosters human freedom, dignity, equality, and justice had fallen.
|RFK with widowed Mrs. KIng. 2 months later he was dead|
|Martin Luther King and Malcolm X|
Each of these great souls opposed the Vietnam War and advocated true economic and social justice.
Living the Dream to them wasn't about the individual pursuit of self-interested material acquisition and mindless entertainment. It was about things like a more perfect union, establishing justice, promoting the general welfare. You know, the ideals set out in the Preamble of the U.S. Constitution, the same document that our current band of right-wingers seem to think is all about giving a wealthy elite free reign to exploit the rest of us.
I think it's time for Marvin Gaye again. I need a good cry.