President and Mrs Kennedy are driven into the city of Dallas, Texas
The day John Kennedy was assassinated, I was 18 and in grade twelve.
As school president, I was summoned down to the office to read Psalm 23:4 over the PA system:
““Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.”
After the announcement of his death, no one could study so we were all sent home.
I went to my girfriend’s home, nearby, where we watched the unfolding events in stunned silence. I will never forget that day.
As I recall we remained at home the next day, declared a public holiday, to watch his funeral.
I believed everything I was told. Lee Harvey Oswald killed Kennedy and then he himself was killed by Jack Ruby, who was himself killed.
Then Martin Luther King was assassinated and Robert Kennedy. The hits never seemed to stop. And my spirits never seemed to stop sagging.
“The suits” were back, I thought. The old men who’d ruled government since forever would return and Camelot would rapidly disappear. And it did.
I didn’t know that Kennedy was planing to disclose the ET presence, end the Federal Reserve, etc., etc.
I didn’t know about the shooters on the grassy knoll, one of whom was rewarded by being made a general and figured largely in Operation Desert Storm.
I didn’t know that Kennedy’s secret service driver, William Greer, delivered the coup de grace. I didn’t know anything except that Camelot was gone.
At 0:52 we see an explosion happening in front of President Kennedy, coming from the weapon wielded by Secret Service agent and driver William Greer. (1)
The world which had been so promising under Kennedy’s influence was now washed in grey once again. The New Frontier was gone.
Well, not quite. We had the tremendous flowering of consciousness in the later 1960s and 70s but then that also was gone, wiped out in the Recession of the early 1980s, probably by the same forces that killed Kennedy.
But now here it is again. And we’ve even had John Kennedy talk to us. And we’ve heard Michael say that he’ll return as an Earth ambassador.
Here we are, at last, throwing off the chains that we’ve been under since forever.
Fifty-six years after the event, I still weep as I write this.
Footnotes
(1) Years ago I saw versions of the Zapruder video which clearly showed Greer turning around and aiming a specially-designed weapon at Kennedy and firing. I can no longer find those videos. I assume the existing videos have been edited. This one of the frontal explosion as the projectile hits Kennedy is the most accurate that I’m aware of.
