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Despite the passing years, Bob's appearance and mannerisms remain vivid in my memory ─ the perceptive blue eyes, the tousled brown hair, the large forearms and his hands, trembling during a speech; the sloping shoulders and the hunched, leaning walk; the angular nose; the quizzical look and his broad, crinkling smile; the vulnerability that a child could penetrate, but an adult could not...
We Band of Brothers by Edwin Guthman
Rome, 1966
I've seen it in other videos too, but he sits with his knees together in such a cute way. Sometimes I worry he might fall on his bottom like that...
It might be a little obsessive, but I'm making a timeline of Bobby's life. I probably won't finish it…
Jack was a precious commodity and was not to be scratched, worn down or irritated… A campaign is a difficult thing and there are endless decisions to be made. Not only must the candidate be saved from making them in order to conserve his time, but more ─ a lot of the decisions are cruel, they have an element of rejection in them, and they can make enemies. Thus a person whose campaign idea or campaign role is rejected must not be made to think that it was the candidate who had turned him down. He must think that it was unsympathetic underlings. In this case it was the illiberal Bobby who was blocking him out. It was also Bobby who had to separate the endless fights between the local reform groups and the local machines, while keeping both in the Kennedy camp. It must always be the Good Jack and the Bad Bobby.
The Unfinished Odyssey of Robert Kennedy by David Halberstam
When he himself became a presidential candidate, he was scratched and worn down, denied the luxury of pacing himself. Reflecting on that, even the version of him known as “Bad Bobby” looks truly beautiful. He was able to do for others what had never been done for him.
April 22, 1968 — Evansville, Indiana — Senator Robert F. Kennedy pulls a boy getting crushed in the crowd, to safety during a campaign rally at the Roberts Municipal Stadium where he spoke to an estimated crowd of 2,000 people.
Actually, I finally bought a book by Evan Thomas the other day. I had been hesitant to buy the biographies he wrote for a long time. If I translated the book, I'd be at a loss as to what to read next. But I couldn't resist and ordered one of them. I think it's probably crossing the ocean by now. I think I'll refrain from buying any more books by Schlesinger for a while. I want to cherish the time I spend thinking about Bobby.
in 1964
Physically, it was a miserable start. Day after day, he was scratched, squeezed, pummeled, and thrashed. He began wearing suits off-the-rack since they were shredded within a few days. He sported cloth cuff links instead of the gold ones Jack had given him since they were repeatedly torn from his wrists. He bled mostly from the hands, though a woman gashed his chin. In Plattsburgh, a large man squeezed the back of his neck and pounded his back with exuberance. “Bobby! Bobby!” Flowers, confetti, and rice flitted in the air like a disorienting dream. Three times , they bowled him over, Markham and Guthman holding fast to his legs and belt. Riding away from Plattsburgh’s dedication of the John F. Kennedy Bridge, Bobby asked in a weak voice, “Do I have to make another speech?” “One more here, Bob. There are a lot of people waiting in town.” Each day ended by cleaning the scratches with ointment to ward off infection.
The Revolution of Robert Kennedy by John Bohrer looks back at the 1964 Senate elections
In another little pool of light on the greasy floor was a huddle of clothes and staring out of it the face of Bobby Kennedy, like the stone face of a child’s effigy on a cathedral tomb.
─ Alistair Cooke looks back at the event of June 5, 1968
The single word that was broadcast for two and one-half hours, from 8:20 A.M. to 11 A.M., over WPIX-TV yesterday. Instead of cartoons, a rise- and shine exercise show, a comedy and two dramatic programs, the single word "Shame" appeared on the television screens of viewers watching WPIX-TV (Channel 11) yesterday morning. “Shame is what everybody should be feeling,” Fred M. Thrower, president of WPIX, Inc., said yesterday. He said it would have been “ludicrous” to start the day as usual with regular programming in view of the shooting of Senator Robert F. Kennedy. The station usually goes on the air at 8:20 A.M., with a test pattern. Regular programming begins 10 minutes later. Mr. Thrower said that it was not possible "to gear up and get news working" in time to start the day. "But we wanted to try and say something," Mr. Thrower added, and so he thought of the message, "Shame." No slide makers were in the studio so a piece of glass was covered with dust and the word written on it with a finger.
The New York Times June 6, 1968
My female relative used to workfor a theater company that consisted only of women. This troupe had been performing since 1914, in the past, they even put on a play with Jack as the main character. All the roles, from Jackie to Martin Luther King to Edgar Hoover, are played by Asian women, so if an American were to actually see it, they might burst out laughing. Or will intolerant people get furious? However, since actors are trained to play either male or female roles and must play any role regardless of race, nationality, or age, it doesn't seem so strange to those who are used to it. Unfortunately, the play starring Jack is over thirty years old, and I've only seen fragments of it on video. According to those who were there at the time, the script had quite a few problems. Bobby is also treated far less favorably than he was in reality. That said, Bobby, portrayed as a lively younger brother who loves his older brother, was quite adorable. I'd like to see the full story someday.
Robert Kennedy attending the funeral of Cardinal Spellman on December 7, 1967. When the U.S. entered the Vietnam War, Spellman staunchly supported the intervention and called the war a “war for civilization” and “Christ's war against the Viet Cong and the people of North Vietnam.”
Heretical was Kennedy's mood at Cardinal Spellman's funeral. The Kennedy family had long been at odds with Spellman, who favored Nixon for the Presidency in I960. Riding to the services at St. Patrick's Cathedral, Kennedy was complaining that he would have to sit through a boring, three-hour service next to Lyndon Johnson, while keeping a solemn expression on his face. When I offered him a copy of The Village Voice to read, he got an even more irreverent idea, and dispatched an aide to find him a copy of the Old Testament, which he would covertly read all through the services. The next day I asked him if he had actually read the Old Testament. He answered, “All the way up to Absalom, Absalom. Test me, and I'll prove it.”
─ Jack Newfield
Photo by Jean-Pierre Laffont
Exactly six months later, Robert Kennedy's funeral was held at this spot.
Schenectady, N.Y. on Sept.19, 1964.
On August 22, 1964 ─ “still a wounded animal, half a zombie,” as reporter Jack Newfield later put it ─ he announced his candidacy against the liberal republican incumbent, Kenneth Keating... One Democratic activist, Ronnie Eldridge, recalled Kennedy's appearance before a group of reform Democrats on the eve of his nomination. “Almost everybody was sitting there, waiting for this ruthless, aggressive man to come in, and they were filled with resentment,” she remembered. “And the doorbell rang... And, I'll never forget, this scared little guy came in. And he really just looked so out of it all, and he looked slightly schizophrenic... I mean, he was just not with it: very shy, his eyes down on the floor all the time, and it just took everybody by such surprise because they were really there to eat him up, and there really wasn't anything, you know, to eat up. And it was very sad.”
The Revolution of Robert Kennedy by John Bohrer
