jfk was killed a few days before my sixteenth birthday and his murder has stuck in my soul since then, and this article privides a curious way to see it;
It is rare that Thanksgiving falls on a significant date, as it does
this year, November 22, the date President Kennedy was assassinated in
1963. When we gather to give thanks, we should remember the
extraordinarily courageous John F. Kennedy and the absent presence of a
man whose death, dark and bloody as it was, is a sign of hope in these
For if John Kennedy had not had the spiritual conscience to secretly
carry-on a back channel letter correspondence with the courageous Nikita
Khrushchev, facilitated by Pope John XXIII, we very well might not be
here, having been incinerated in a nuclear holocaust.
As then, so today, do we desperately need such a meeting of minds as
the U.S. continually pushes Russia into a defensive posture that makes a
nuclear confrontation so much more likely.
A true war hero twice over, John Kennedy risked his life to save his
men in World War II, and then, after a radical turn toward peace-making
in the last year of his life, he died in his own country at the hands of
his domestic enemies as a soldier in a non-violent struggle for peace
and reconciliation for all people across the world.
Hope? Not because he was assassinated, but why he was assassinated.
We know who killed him: the national security state, led by the CIA,
killed him, not Lee Harvey Oswald. It was a coup d’état purposely
conducted in plain sight to send a message that every president since
has heeded: Your job is to make war and threaten nuclear annihilation
for the Deep State elites. Follow orders or else. And they have