campaign I worked on at age 19.

I was 19 in August. A girl on fire tired of watching her friends die.

Saddest day of my life.

Seemingly endless, two leaders murdered, a disastrous Dem convention and on n on. We can never forget our history and lessons learned..even the painful ones

with some of the neighborhood kids and my brothers , by a campfire when the news came on . One of the older guys had a transistor radio and we sat there listening, and he started crying .
I was 14 yrs old and watched the older boy crying and felt like the world had broken .
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It happened at the very end of my seventh grade year, 1967-1968. He and Ethel had appeared in Medford, Oregon, a couple of weeks prior for the Oregon primary. One of the regrets in my life is I never got to see him, but both of my sisters did. They even took some brief film footage of the visit. I was plenty old to have gone there and appreciated it.

I remember it well. I was invited to the Ambassador Hotel in LA to celebrate his California primary win. I didn’t go because I had a college final early the next morning, and I lived more than an hour away. I watched it on tv.

It broke my heart. That was the day I lost hope.

I took my dad's transistor radio to sleep w me. I woke up after 4+AM, and turned the radio on. But turned it right off.

So my sister told me he'd been shot when I was still trying sleep a bit more before getting up for HS.

Dragged around all day, in a distressed state. Had to go to a group get togther for a class "play" rehearshal. Then went to hang out with a like minded friend before going home to keep following the news.

Went to sleep eventually. Had transistor radio. Woke up with the same weird pains around 4AM or so Turned on the radio, they'd just announced he had died. Worse day at school.

Ugh. Terrible memories!

I was just home from my freshman year in college and stayed up late to watch the California primary returns. I went upstairs and woke my parents to tell them.

I was in the dorm studying for finals and the news spread. We gathered in the packed dorm lobby and watched the television coverage. So many tears streaming down our faces. We talked about just going through the Martin Luther King assassination two months before and about being Freshmen in high school when John Kennedy was assassinated. So many of us had been going to protests all year and we felt helpless.

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After voting for Sen. Kennedy earlier that day, my parents had gone to Dodger Stadium with other Southern California Ford dealers. I was in charge of my very easy-to-deal-with 8-year-old brother. I also was writing my speech for ninth-grade promotion at the end of that week. The TV was on. I watched the Senator’s speech and what happened after. My parents returned later to an emotionally devastated daughter.

Kerry writes a beautiful tribute to her father who was taken too young from this world.


Kerry Kennedy
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My father lived his life in pursuit of justice and service: to his country, to his principles, and to communities too often ignored or left behind. He held many titles, Attorney General, Senator, Presidential candidate, but the roles he cherished most were those of husband and father.

Daddy wasn’t driven by titles or ambition, but by a moral compass that pointed fiercely toward justice. He believed that change was possible, even in the face of impossible odds.

When asked in 1968 by David Frost how he’d like to be remembered, Daddy quoted Albert Camus: “Perhaps we cannot prevent this world from being a world in which children are tortured. But we can reduce the number of tortured children.” He then added, “I’d like to feel I’d done something to lessen the suffering.”

Miss you, Daddy. Today and every day.

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I wish I had been wrong.

It would have been an interesting presidential election to have seen Nixon vs. Kennedy instead of Nixon vs. Humphrey.

What might have been, what might have not been, what might be today without this tragedy.

She said that she didn't care if Nixon or Humphrey won as long as it wasn't "that Wallace!" George Wallace was also in the running.

And I have often wondered what this country would be like now if we hadn't lost JFK, RFK and MLK.

as Bobby was running late. They brought home one of his campaign posters which I still have

I don’t know much about it except that they were kept there a very long time and it was terrible.

Woke up to my mother crying. Had to take a final that day...everyone was just kind of walking around in a daze.