Barbara Leaming, biographer of Jackie Kennedy, on the First Lady’s ordeal after her husband was killed by her side. Read more
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An intriguing tidbit from a faithful reader about the bullet that allegedly killed President Kennedy.
Reader David Regan asks if anyone has information regarding the story below, in which the Dallas police allegedly encountered a group of men engaging in “target practice” on the Grassy Knoll on November 20, 1963: Has anyone come across confirmation on this? “Target Practice in Dealey Plaza” — from “Mafia Kingfish,” by John Davis (paperback Signet Books edition, 1989):
A few things are known for sure. First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy, 34 years old and dressed in a U.S.-made knock off of a pink Chanel suit, was looking at her husband’s face with concern from inches away when a bullet shattered his head.
After that horrible moment, Jackie had to pull herself together, give Jack the funeral he deserved. She assumed that her husband’s enemies had killed him. A week after the assassination, she and her brother-in-law Robert Kennedy confided in a friend, William Walton. They said they believed Dallas was the work of a high-level domestic plot, meaning JFK’s enemies on the political right.
But mostly Jackie didn’t want to think about who killed Jack. She was close to insane with grief, clutching to her brother-in-law who was devastated as well. She was often suicidal. And so Jackie fades from the crime story. The men who dominate the discussions of JFK conspiracy theories are often united in ignoring the views of the woman closest to the crime.
Four young photographers working for the daily newspaper Dallas Times Herald in 1963 were assigned to the team tasked with capturing the President’s much-anticipated visit to Dallas. They’ll be talking about their memories of that day on Tuesday, November 17 at 7 pm at The Sixth Floor Museum in Dallas.
Tickets are $25.
Former agent Abraham Bolden thinks so. Here’s what he told Susan Cheever in the current issue of Vanity Fair:
Thanks to the miracle of crowdsourcing, we have a definitive answer to Vanessa’s question about a film taken in the presidential motorcade on November 22, 1963. It was taken by JFK’s aide David Powers.
From the past, flickering images and new questions for you cineastes, photo experts, and Internet sages:
Vanessa referred me to some JFK imagery I had never seen: a film of the presidential motorcade in Dallas on November 22, 1963, apparently taken from a Secret Service car.
She asks four very pertinent questions:
A half-century ago, two young black people in Dallas found themselves eyewitnesses to the assassination of President John F. Kennedy — yet their voices have never been heard. Indeed, a half century later, even their names are unknown.
This young man and woman were sitting on the spot famously dubbed “the grassy knoll” on November 22, 1963. They had a front row seat for a key moment in 20th century U.S. history: the murder of a popular liberal president.
“I have read the Warren Commission Report in its entirety and dozens of other books as well, I am sorry to say the only thing I am absolutely sure of today is that at least two of the shots fired that day in Dealey Plaza came from behind where I stood on the knoll, not from the book depository.”
–Cheryl McKinnon,a journalism major who witnessed the assassination of President Kennedy. McKinnon went on to become a newspaper reporter for the San Diego Star News. Read more
Bill Kelly points out that Hunter S. Thompson coined his immortal phrase “fear and loathing” on the day of JFK’s assassination. In three words, the gonzo journalist had captured a mood that would never go away.
You can see them on all on the JFK Facts Video vertical.
With USA Today picking up on Gayle Nix Jackson’s search for the original version of her grandfather’s film of President Kennedy’s assassination, Gerda Dunckel’s film of Orville Nix talking about what he saw and heard on November 22, 1963, is timely.
The national daily revisits a story that JFK Facts highlighted in March, a story that I only learned last fall when I met Gayle Nix Jackson at a book event in Charlottesville, Virginia, and heard the remarkable story of her grandfather.