Comments on: Kennedy Assassination: 48 Years Later

By: ubikuberalles

ubikuberalles — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 17:44:25 +0000

I visited Dealy plaza back in the 1990’s and it was indeed a surreal experience. I wasn’t sure I was even there, it was so bizarre.

I was three years old when Kennedy was assassinated. I have only one memory of those days: it was during the funeral procession and I asked my mom why everyone was crying.

By: Kevin Moon

Kevin Moon — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 03:31:38 +0000

I missed being alive for that particular event by eight years, but I do remember exactly where I was when Reagan was shot. It was afternoon 4th grade math class, and the announcement came over the intercom, and we got to go home early. I remember seeing the news that night and how they kept replaying the footage over and over. Not long after, SNL lampooned that event with their “Buckwheat Getting Shot” sketch, which took up the majority of the episode. It’s still funny to me this day because I have always understood the historical context. Oh, and as you know, Reagan made it through just fine.

By: Earl Green

Earl Green — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 00:33:49 +0000

I once roared through Jim Garrison’s “On The Trail Of The Assassins” in about a week, because I was curious as to what didn’t make it into the movie version (retitled simply “JFK”). What I quickly discovered was that Oliver Stone was being inordinately generous to Garrison with the movie. In the movie, Garrison comes across as a brilliant sleuth who’s all but got the bad guys cornered. In the book, in Garrison’s own words, he comes across as more than just slightly paranoid: everyone was out to get JFK, and since he was bringing a trial in the case, by extension, everyone was out to get him too.

Like you say, we’ll never know. The number of people who were intimately connected to the assassination or the investigation, who are still in full possession of their faculties and/or memory, is getting pretty slim. I don’t think we’ll get any kind of bombshell revelation at 50 years out or even 100 years (by which point I’ll be 91, or dead, or both).