Where were you on November 22, 1963?November 22nd, 2011 at 3:11 pm by Bob Grip under FOX10 News, OnPolitix, Uncategorized
It was an awful day that changed the world.
I was in grade school, and had just come back from lunch (in those days, we left to walk home at 11:20 and had to be back in class by 1:00). It was a normal day, except for the sight to our teachers unexpectedly huddled around transistor radios. Nothing unusual was said during classtime, but as we left for the day at 3:30, the sixth grade teacher Mr. Egan looked sternly at all of us and told us to “go straight home”. It was an odd message, and within minutes, I knew why.
Our hometown newspaper had already published a special edition and the black and white television, sitting on the sewing machine cabinet in our kitchen, broadcast the news about the assassination of the President in Dallas, Texas.
To those of us from New England, John Kennedy wasn’t just the President; he was our President. He was a New Englander, and like so many in my hometown, he was a Catholic New Englander.
The idea that someone would shoot and kill our President was truly unthinkable. These were the days before excessively violent video games and movies and non-stop crime coverage gradually desensitized the country.
In the days that followed the assassination, our little television was on all the time, even as we were gathered around the kitchen table for lunch on Sunday. That’s when I watched the murder of the President’s accused assassin live. I remember Tom Pettit’s professional reporting as the country watched Dallas police wrestle nightclub owner Jack Ruby to the ground, and heard Lee Harvey Oswald groan as he died.
For my generation, November 22, 1963 was the day where innocence was lost.