Defending the Truth

I wasn't born when JFK and Dr. King were murdered. As for RFk, I was 7 months old. But all three of those men's lives had a profound effect on me, and I'm glad to have been influenced by their sacrifices.

I was about four years away from my parents having the particular episode of sex during which my conception took place.

I was in my livingroom watching TV and the news flash came on. I was only three but remember how upset I was. Even at that age I knew he was a great man. I cried and so did my Mom. I think that was my first experience with death and it scared the crap out of me.

I really couldn't tell you where I was when MLK was shot. I remember seeing it the next day on TV but I really didn't know who he was yet.

I'm really not sure about Bobby either. I know I cried then too but don't remember the details. Long time ago.

I learned about RFK the next day. Somehow, I asked my dad who the assasin was. In my mind, the name Sirhan Sirhan came up, and my dad confirmed it. I just wondered why I guessed that name. It was too easy. My dad was in the newspaper business.

I was watching a soap opera when the "SPECIAL BULLETIN" came through. I thought, "Now what??!!" While they were giving the report, I picked up the phone to call my parents. When my step-father answered the phone, I said "Turn on your television set! The president has been shot!" He said, "That's not even funny." I said, "It's not meant to be. He's been shot!" and he said, "Oh, my God!!"