I was alive on November 22, 1963 but have no memory of it.
Never cared much about “Camelot” one way or another.
Always thought he handled the Bay of Pigs and the Missiles of October with about the same degree of political competence. PR is everything.
Don’t think he would have been quite as good on Civil Rights as Lyndon Johnson (though we’ll never know).
Don’t think he would have kept us out of Viet Nam (though we’ll never know).
Don’t think he would have been a better war leader than LBJ (though we’ll never know).
Don’t think all those preppie college kids would have ever found themselves chanting “JFK, JFK, how many kids did you kill today?” no matter how many kids he killed, even though “JFK” fits as well as the “LBJ” they did chant. (Though we’ll never know.)
Don’t think his death was the spur for Beatlemania. Always assumed the Beatles were the principal reason for Beatlemania. Though if you need another reason, the Civil Rights Movement and the concomitant Rise of Rock and Roll America and its burgeoning coalition of blacks, hillbillies and urban immigrants, was a far more realistic and existential threat to the Old Order than either Kennedy or the Kennedy Assassination. (Though, of course, we’ll never know).
Don’t think Oswald acted alone (though we’ll certainly never know).
I also don’t think the fiftieth anniversary of JFK’s assassination would resonate with anything like the same Lincolnian force if the assassination itself had happened in relative isolation after the manner of Garfield’s or McKinley’s (i.e., as a self-evident aberration of the sort that fill the course of human events.)
It did not happen in isolation, as exactly no one among the quite a lot of “someones” I saw or heard on television or radio today managed to say or even imply.
So, with the sun safely down, here’s Dion to remind us…singing “Abraham, Martin and John” as the straight blues it was perhaps always meant to be.