50 years (almost) beyond the assassination of John F. Kennedy, and I still believe Lee Harvey Oswald to have been some sort of fall guy--a patsy--for the real thugs who killed our president. On November 22, 1963, I was naive, shy, but already passionate about many things I witnessed in the mad-dog racist reality of early 1960s Alabama. After November 22, 1963, my world was never the same. I lost my heart that day--not all of it, but when I found it again there were pieces missing. Those pieces could not be found in part because the more I knew the less I believed. It is still hard for me to fathom that Kennedy died before the Civil Rights Act, before the Voting Rights Act, before the Beatles, and before I really knew myself. I would love to have started the fifth grade (in 1964) as the same kid who had begun the 4th grade a year before, but coming home that November day to find my dad sitting in the kitchen crying his eyes out changed me forever. I have always thought Lee Harvey Oswald to have been such a lonely, sad, and mysterious man. Even as a kid my heart went out to his widow, Marina Oswald, and to the family he left behind. I never hated Oswald, and never believed that his desperation alone did all of that to us on that terrible day. He was a fall guy, and those who took our innocence still have all they took from us. I am not a conspiracy theorist or a man who is mistrustful of all around me. I can spot a sham from a mile away, however, and I know when something is not right. Nothing was right about November 22, 1963, and nothing ever will be.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 15:10:44 +0000
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