"In 1968, Senator Robert F. Kennedy was shot in Los Angeles after claiming victory in California’s Democratic presidential primary. Gunman Sirhan Bishara Sirhan was arrested."
I'm not going to go over the contradictory evidence regarding the shots and angles, the alleged Manchurian candidate status of Sirhan, the position of assassin Thane Cesar, the polka dot woman, or the CIA infiltration of the LAPD.
What I am going to say before retiring is that looking back on it now, his body splayed out on the floor, that was the moment that the hope of a decent world was done. When when looks back now and considers all that has occurred, all that has happened since, and where we are today, that was the moment. That was the moment, in retrospect, that hope for the future and a better world died. I didn't know it at the time, but I do now.
Then they made us grotesquely wait nearly a whole day before announcing the death. I need to finish up this post now because the water leaking from my eyes is making it hard to see.
"In 1968, Senator Robert F. Kennedy died at Good Samaritan Hospital in Los Angeles, a day after he was shot by Sirhan Bishara Sirhan....
In 1944, during World War II, the liberation of German-occupied western Europe began as Allied forces stormed the beaches of Normandy, France, on ‘‘D-Day.’’
Television is making sure we all know about that.