Guest Post by Morbo
I’ve seen a lot of old television footage of Robert F. Kennedy over the past few days. He was assassinated 40 years ago. RFK was shot on June 5, 1968, and died the next day.
I was a kid when this happened. Since I barely remember Bobby, I decided a few months ago to read a biography of him. Unfortunately, I forgot a cardinal rule about the Kennedys: Some people have an irrational hatred of them. The first bio I picked up (at a used book store) turned out to be a hatchet job. I was 50 pages into it and already feeling uncomfortable when the author quoted a source who compared Bobby to Caligula. I threw the book down in disgust.
A little research led me to the book I should have picked up all along: “Robert Kennedy: His Life” by Evan Thomas.
Neither hagiography nor a hit job, Thomas’ book is a fair and balanced look at a gifted, yet flawed man. RFK emerges as a complex, intriguing figure. Above all, Thomas paints a portrait of a man of incredible political gifts with an amazing ability to inspire people. On the campaign trail, Bobby was frequently mobbed by crowds who would pull at his clothes, desperate to get close to him. (A woman once made off with one of his shoes.)
Yet he could be tentative. Bobby did not hesitate to dream big, but sometimes seemed afraid to translate that into public policy. His anger over social injustice was real, but it sometimes seemed as if he lacked focus.
The book is full of interesting details. One of my favorite stories concerned a speech Kennedy gave before a group of medical students. He was outlining an ambitious plan for social programs when a smug attendee challenged him by asking, “Who’s going to pay for all of this?”
Bobby looked the man right in the eye and said, “You are.” Can you imagine a politician with the guts to say that today?
RFK should not be deified. I was surprised to read, for example, that he was homophobic. But I also think that, given the Kennedys’ passion for social justice, Bobby would have kept an open mind, learned and overcome this prejudice, had he lived. Perhaps his brother Ted, a great champion of gay rights, would have led Bobby to a better place.
I finished the book with a lump in my throat. I felt sadness for the loss of Bobby and regret for what might have been.