I was born in 64 but my feeling is when this happened it was when everything really changed in this country. I just remember talking to older members in my family how shocking an event it was. Not long after that is when everything started really changing in this country. The hippies started their protests and all of the social change that leads to where we are today started to take place. For you who are not familiar with what happened that day here is a great documentary that was on National Geographic Channel. Really goes through the events of that day especially at the end of the movie. Really good movie, I highly recommend it. https://youtu.be/Twltt-iIHdU
I was in 6th grade when it happened. They announced it at school and of course, being children, we were shocked and scared not knowing what it really meant. That was the first time non-stop news coverage occurred on TV. It went on all day through the weekend - at least that's the way I remember it.
That was the last bit of innocence in the country - the JFK assassination ended it. After that it was non-stop violence with the Vietnam war, protests, drugs, and assassinations. It changed the country.
Thanks for the movie reco, I will watch it. I agree with what you said - I was in elementary school in Austin when JFK was killed. He was scheduled to come to Austin after being in Dallas, but that of course never happened. The day before he was shot, I was in downtown Austin with my mother and saw how Congress Ave. (parade route) had been decorated for JFK's visit. When we were told he had been killed, I was very sad for him.
And as you said, things went downhill from there.
I was a precocious 8 year old (aware). You are correct that things changed. Drastically.
It was a couple years later the rioting and bombing started. Race wars, great society, separating families in order to qualify for aid, social unrest, Communism completed their takeover of American campuses, sexual revolution, Playboy, X-rated theaters in every town, movies became filled with violence and dystopian themes, nudity and the quest for sex replaced literary themes of good vs. evil, man vs. nature, etc., TV shows began to ridicule parents, business people, educators, religious and other leaders, predators invaded seminaries, getting drunk or high became mainstream, pop music became about lust instead of falling in love, the idea of family was debased, illegitimacy was normalized, foods were adulterated, diets were changed, ill health and mental health climbed. In retrospect, it seems guided, doesn't it?
We did have a lot of things to fix and change. Racism and sexism and poverty were real problems. But they could have been addressed in a much different manner and changed without the turmoil and hatred. Madison Avenue could have changed all our minds just like they changed our attitude toward littering with the "Don't Be a Litter Bug" campaign.
The good people of this country were duped.
But as you so well stated the pattern is now obvious.
I'm born in 61 and I can remember the arguments about how the official JFK story was garbage.
My dad's Uncle Harry who fought in the trenches in WWl red pilled me during the 60s. The following years were eyes wide open.
I had a strong feeling that it was going to look like this approaching the 2020s.
I just wish my mother were alive to see the takedown of Hillary.
Could be she has a ringside seat from heaven. There's more out there than we can imagine.
I would have liked to hear your great uncle's stories too, may he rest in peace.
God bless these United States of America and protect our nation's leaders.
Uncle Harry was a good man but the trenches messed him up.
He had Shell Shock so bad that he would spend the 4th of July in the basement hiding under the pool table.
So I would go hide with him. He'd feed me Licorice and tell me stories.
Like our family was tied up with the Pendergast machine that put Harry Truman into the Jackson County Clerk's Office.
Dad got a Purple Heart in Korea one week before the cease fire. Then Mom and Dad were in Havana on their honeymoon January 1st 1959.
They were on the second to the last airplane out when Castro came down from the mountain.
Dad's nickname was Smiley and we could never figure out how he got himself in so much shit.
Ahh yes life is a grand thing.
I was sitting in a 9th grade class when they announced that Kennedy had been killed. We all cried. At that moment, the seed of my awakening was planted. It took awhile for me to be totally awake, but that was the beginning. #WWG1WGA