John F. Kennedy Assassination
The 44th Anniversary
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On November 22nd, 1963 at 12:30 PM CST in Dallas, Texas, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, the 35th President of the United States of America, was shot and killed.
There are moments and events that define generations. December 7th, 1941, the day that Pearl Harbor was attacked was one. September 11th, 2001 was another. If you were alive on those days, days which may have begun as ordinary days, you will remember the moment when you heard the news. Life would go on for most of us, but in retrospect, our world's would be changed. We would always remember where we were when we heard the news.
I was a young boy, leaving public school and on my way home when I heard the news This was in the Bronx, in New York City. People were shouting to each other across the city streets. There was a certain disbelief, of skepticism. Had it really happened? Impossible, who would have shot the President? A half an hour after the President was shot, he was pronounced dead. By that time, I was home and glued to the TV (black and white, of course) and my mom had the radio on as well. Then there was a sense of fear and uncertainty. What would happen next? Were the Russians or the Cubans to blame? Was this the beginning of an atomic war?
At 2:38 PM CST, Lyndon B. Johnson took the oath of office and we had a new President.
Lee Harvey Oswald would be arrested and two days later, we would be shocked to see him shot down as he left the Dallas Police Headquarters. Jacob Rubinstein, a nightclub owner better known as Jack Ruby, would be convicted for that murder and would die in prison in 1967.
Camelot had ended and the world was sadder and grayer.
There are moments and events that define generations. December 7th, 1941, the day that Pearl Harbor was attacked was one. September 11th, 2001 was another. If you were alive on those days, days which may have begun as ordinary days, you will remember the moment when you heard the news. Life would go on for most of us, but in retrospect, our world's would be changed. We would always remember where we were when we heard the news.
I was a young boy, leaving public school and on my way home when I heard the news This was in the Bronx, in New York City. People were shouting to each other across the city streets. There was a certain disbelief, of skepticism. Had it really happened? Impossible, who would have shot the President? A half an hour after the President was shot, he was pronounced dead. By that time, I was home and glued to the TV (black and white, of course) and my mom had the radio on as well. Then there was a sense of fear and uncertainty. What would happen next? Were the Russians or the Cubans to blame? Was this the beginning of an atomic war?
At 2:38 PM CST, Lyndon B. Johnson took the oath of office and we had a new President.
Lee Harvey Oswald would be arrested and two days later, we would be shocked to see him shot down as he left the Dallas Police Headquarters. Jacob Rubinstein, a nightclub owner better known as Jack Ruby, would be convicted for that murder and would die in prison in 1967.
Camelot had ended and the world was sadder and grayer.
