Thursday, August 16, 2007
One of Those Days
It's one of those days. I wrote a whole long piece as a Word document, to be cut and pasted as today's entry in The Buddha Diaries--and somewhere in the cutting and pasting process it got swallowed up in cyberspace. It was about a television documentary I saw about Bobby Kennedy--his growth from brash Attorney General to that long period of rage and grief over his brother's death, to his eventual compassionate aptheosis as a presidential candidate for peace and social justice, and his murder at the moment of victory over his personal demons. This all wrote itself with such fluency and ease that I don't have the heart to attempt to find the words again. So, friends, you'll just have to trust that I wrote this marvelous piece that you would have loved to read, and I would have been sitting here waiting for your oohs and aahs... Too bad. Still, as they say, there are no accidents. Maybe it was not half so good as I thought it was. Until later, then...
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I've always thought Bobby Kennedy's story was far more fascinating than his presidential older brother's (save perhaps for the assassination conspiracy business), despite his lower position in public office at the time of his death.
Yet the fact that you lost the entry to the internet's leaky tubes reminds me of the line from Forrest Gump when Forrest mentions JFK's death, then RFK's subsequent murder as well. But then he says, "It must be hard being brothers." The fact that Gump's mind didn't dwell on the political nature of their murders or the social significance of these great men, but rather that they were brothers, and he being an only child couldn't help but wonder what it must be like to have a brother.
This may not make sense to anyone else, but I guess what I'm saying is sometimes we miss the small things because the big things take up so much of our attention. Maybe today is a good opportunity to appreciate how easily the RFK post came flowing out of your fingertips, and not dwell on how it would have been received if it had actually been posted. :)
I remember once many, many years giving Abbie Hoffman a ride in my car (long story) we were talking about Ted Kennedy, and the unbearable weight of his losses. We hoped it would have made him a man of much more depth, and perhaps it had, but he just does not let on. The thing about Robert Kennedy was how he revealed himself transformed by his experiences. There was a compelling beauty to that, one that might have equally transformed our country, had he been allowed to continue.
I am sorry you lost your post, but glad that you reminded me of one of my favorite political heroes.
I was so looking forward to Bobby being president that the news was a big emotional blow. I worked in the Equitable Bldg on Wilshire right across the street from the dastardly crime scene, so I was reminded daily for several years what corrupt plot took place there.
When Jackie, in the car in Dallas, cried, "My god, they are going to kill us all!" and then disapeared to Greece, I knew she knew who "they" were. And they got Bobby too.
Thanks for the responses--and the commiserations. Wise thoughts, Mindtaker! I was actually just laughing at myself, though, when I mentioned those oohs and aahs. Cheers, PaL
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