“Somebody shot the President!” I was walking to the cafeteria at Maryvale High School when I heard someone utter those words in a panicky sort of voice. “What?” I thought. To this day I don’t remember who said it as they scurried by. I don’t even remember if it was a boy or a girl. I do recall exactly where I was. In fact, if you took me back to my old school today, I could show you within a couple of feet where I was walking when I heard those unbelievable words.
I’m pretty sure most Americans of my demographic have a similar recollection. To me, high school is a bit of a blur, but that moment is etched in my memory. I remember my feelings at that moment. Shock and disbelief gave way to anger. Then the dominoes began to fall – Vietnam, more assassinations and riots in the streets. Camelot ended. Not just for the Kennedys but for us too.