I was in class, 7th grade, Catholic school in Gulfport, Mississippi. The news came via the principal on the intercom.
Some of my classmates applauded and exclaimed, “They got the n!gg*r-lover.” I wish I were making this up. Although to actually hear them was shocking, at the same time it wasn’t very surprising. Such was Mississippi at that time.
On the other hand, JFK was revered in our household. And if one of my parents ever heard me or my sibs use the N-word, we were in deep s#!t. Once, much younger, I had mimicked what I’d heard at school, and I don’t remember if I got spanked or just confined to my room, but I never made that mistake again.
There was a decade or so when I was convinced that JFK was killed by a right-domestic conspiracy. I probably read twenty-five books on the conspiracy side. I was CONVINCED. Then I read all 1400 pages of Vincent Bugliosi’s anti-conspiracy book. That book is an amazing accomplishment, written over ten years or something, and ruthlessly, exhaustively researched. I did a 180 on the subject. It doesn’t make as good a story, but LHO was apparently indeed a lone nut.
The thing that had most made me think it was a conspiracy was that LHO was immediately murdered, and in the basement of the police station, no less! But apparently Jack Ruby, although not a loner, was another brand of nut. Not a nut really, but an extremely emotional character who desperately wanted to “be somebody.”
If you are interested in this, I highly recommend the Bugliosi book.
I lived in Gulfport then, but we had moved there from Dallas.
In those days Secret Service procedures were pretty slipshod compared to now. People were allowed to be in windows of buildings all along the parade route. Crazy.
I don’t idolize JFK as some do, but still, he was a great man. That was a terrible, terrible day. I will never forget where I was then, or for the Challenger disaster, or 9/11.