I was driving from Minneapolis to my home in St. Pal Park, Minn. when the news bulletin came over the radio. It said that President Kennedy had been shot. It said the president was in Dallas. It said they would tell us more soon. It didn’t say that the President was dead. Not yet. So, there was hope that Kennedy would live. At least it was my hope. But, my hopes were soon shattered. There was a new bulletin. It said the President was dead. It said that L.B.J. was now President.
I continued my drive home looking into cars that passed me, and into cars I passed. There were solemn face, tear streaked faces, and hopeless faces. But, they all said the same thing, “What now?”.
The JFK Assassination: The first few days.
I was 20 years old and finally getting ready to start my first year of college in January. So, I was able to spend the next few days watching the T.V. news coverage with my Parents. I watched as they played the Dealey Plaza footage over and over again. I watched the funeral. I watched all of the interviews. I made a prediction.
They told us when to stay tuned. They told us when they were going to move Lee Harvey Oswald. I told my Parents that they, the reporters, were stupid. I said that someone would kill Oswald. My parents scoffed at me, their innocence still intact, they said it would never happen. My innocence had already left. Jack Ruby shot and killed Lee Harvey Oswald in front of millions of witnesses.
The JFK Assassination: Changes in the Twin Cities.
Although, Department Stores were only open ’till nine p.m. on Mondays and Thursdays and boys still knocked on the door when taking a girl out, the Twin Cities had become a major metropolis. The addition of the Minnesota Twins and the Minnesota Vikings proved that.
Before the Kennedy assassination the Twin Cities could be likened to a Norman Rockwall painting, and after the assassination it was more like a large paint-by-the numbers canvass completed by a hyper six year old. We, as a city, state, and country decided that our Government was feeding us a lot of Bovine Excrement.
The news, as we made our voices heard, was filled with Civil Rights marches, riots, anti-war demonstrations, and even more assassinations. Wide spread drug usage and sexual freedom also claimed their place in the news. We grew as a city, we grew as a country and we grew as a people. But, the cost of our growth was our innocence.
The JFK Assassination: My move to Dallas.
I moved to Dallas, Texas on October, 29, 1979. I watched as the different factions fought over the fate of The Texas School Book Depository. A large faction wanted the building torn down, another faction wanted to preserve it. The latter won out and in 1989 The Kennedy Museum was located on the sixth floor of the Texas School Book Depository.
The Kennedy Assassination was followed by the greatest social change of the century. It brought about a small to significant distrust in our Government, and it brought shame to the city of Dallas. A shame that was undeserved.