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November 22, 2008


Dear Danny,
It seems absolutely amazing that I have never read Jackie Kennedy's testimony before now. I was 9 years old at that time in 1963, and I have the same problem with knowing for sure what I remember about it, and what I read or saw later on. In 1972, I was in college and one of the conspiracy theorists showed a copy of the Zapruder film, which was the first time I had seen the unedited (and graphic) version of it. I have no doubt in my mind that there was someone else involved besides Oswald. BTW, am I the only one who ever noticed that Jackie Kennedy and Marilyn Monroe sound very similar when they speak?

Hi Danny, I have been reading your blog for a while now and I really enjoy your historical posts. I am not very familiar with all the JFK assassination theories but seems they run the gamut, from the idea the Oswald didn't act alone to the practically all the evidence we have of the event being faked. What are your main reasons for believing there is more to this story than Oswald? Not trying to open a can of worms, just curious what your take is on this.

It was amazing to be in Dallas for this election, and then visit the Book Depository Museum two days later. Very educational and extremely emotionally moving. I wrote about it here.

Although I was living in Bulawayo, Zimbabwe - former Rhodesia - at the time, I remember standing in our living room and realizing the shock and sadness from my parents' reaction. I was 14.


I already wrote a little on your wall about my experience. Several of my first memories also involve Kennedy, so I share a similar obsession as you about him and the assasination. I was three when he was inaugurated, but I remember watching it with my mom on TV. The other strong memory I have of the assasination, besides my school story and Oswald getting shot, was of the horse, Blackjack, that was following the coffin with boots reversed in the stirrups. The horse was spooked and trying to bolt during much of the procession, and I had nightmares of that horse with its eyes rolling in its head and those empty boots. Wierd.

Thank you for posting this Danny. This was so hard to read, but important. I was 8 years old, and old enough to remember that day, as well as watching the funeral on t.v. It was truly the first time I experienced the power of collective sadness. Watching the Obama family really brings back similar feelings of the Kennedy era. It's nice to feel that again.

Thanks for that great post, Danny - it was the first time I had ever read Jackie Kennedy's testimony. It is, indeed, chilling.

Thanks for this, Danny! As I said on another blog, my mother was ironing too when I rushed home from school. I think women did nothing back then except laundry.

I was 9, and what I remembered most from that weekend is that there was nothing else on TV all weekend except the news, we got off from school on Monday, and none of the grown-ups yelled at anybody the whole weekend.

I also remember the riderless horse with the boots in the stirrups backwards. Also the drumbeat from the funeral procession. And the President's kids--every family back then had young kids--behaving themselves so well and not even crying.

Another great post. I was three weeks away from my sweet 16 party so I knew enough to be sobbing along with your mom. Home from school that day, and undoubtedly doing my favorite thing: reading. I wasn't watching tv, so a friend called when she came home from school, my mom answered and thought she meant the president of the pta was shot!
Glued to the tv for the whole time, indeed I remember the murder of Lee Harvey Oswald. The funeral, everything of those days. The coincidences of the years..1860..1960, the names of his secretary, etc...Later the conspiracy theories, the deaths of those related to the investigation...I also remember Paul Krassner's friend with her conspiracies(can't recall her name. I was so inspired by JFK, my whole life, still hoping for justice. Still believing in the power of the people. Still believing in democracy and equality for all peoples... only now, we add gender and sexual orientation.

I was 8 years old in the third grade and on a field trip to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens when the news broke. I remember our class was lined up ready to get back on the bus and all the teachers and other grownups seemed very shaken but didn't tell us what had happened.

I remember thinking later that afternoon that now we didn't have a president to protect us and the Russians could invade our country (no one had explained to me yet about the transfer of power - I guess a civics lesson was not on my mother's mind at that moment)

That transcript of Jackie Kennedy's testimony is new to me and to quote Woody Allen (not for the first time), I'm still waiting for the non-fiction version of the Warren Report.

I wasn't born when Kennedy was assassinated, but my mother talked about it a lot. I also took a post modern literature class in college where we read Delilo's Libra and parts of the Warren Commission Report. I've never read Jackie Kennedy's testimony and I have to say, I was riveted.

Thanks for this.

It is utterly Harrowing, isn't it? To read her words---I cannot imagine the pain she went through. And the aftermath that never ever stopped.

I was on Broadway in "Spoon River" at the time....I heard the news of him being shot in a cab....It was simply horrifying and unbelievable---I mean, one just couldn't believe it. But he wasn't dead yet. There was still hope that he would not die. That he would survive, Please God. As the cab got closer to my hotel, we stopped at a red light and the cabbie right next to ours yelled over that Kennedy was dead. It was so shocking, one couldn't take it in. Back at the Hotel, I went to Betty's room---she was getting ready to go do an interview---She was crying. I was crying. It was horrific. Every show on Broadway was cancelled that night. Some of us, not knowing what else to do, went to Sardi's to eat dinner. It seemed like a warm caring place to be on this most peculiar night of death and the loss of this President who had brought so much hope to all of us....Sardi's was rather like a tomb. Strangely sundued and so very quiet.

We played the Matinee the next day. The first thing we heard while standing in the wings waiting to go on after the houselights went down, was my voice, coming over the loudspeaker,(as it did to start every show...) singing acapella, "He's Gone Away"....we were deivistated all over again. Everything said and sung on that stage that afternoon was heard in a new most terrible and touchingly painful way---being about people speaking from the grave.
I had to leave the stage because I thought I was going to throw-up....My understudy played the 2nd act. I was in my bed for the next three days...and like you Dammy, saw Jack Ruby shoot Oswald, and watched all the pre-funeral-body-lying-in-state-Jacqueline-kissing-the-casket, etc...and the Funeral.
To read Jacquie Kennedy's exact words is quite stunning. How she managed to testify at all....How she managed to do what she did for those four days after the assassination still astounds me, because she kept the country together as much as anyone possibly could.
It was a terrible terrible time.

But the good old days

For a guy aged 27 even I am moved by the man. What he proposed to do in his era, no other white upper class male was prepared to do. Sure what MLK did was fantastic in itself, but for JFK to step foward from the white mans comfort zone took moral courage. He is the definition of the American Dream and why us Brits & other europeans aspire to live there.

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