On November 22, 1963, my life and the lives of people around the world were changed. Whether you are old enough to remember or have read about it in books, the assassination of the 35th president of the United States, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, was a shocking event. From the beginning, there were questions surrounding the assassination. Was there only one shooter? Was it a conspiracy and if so, what group worked together to bring down the leader of the Free World?
It was the midst of the ‘Cold War,’ and the US narrowly missed going to war with the Soviet Union over arms in Cuba. Kennedy’s younger brother, Robert F. Kennedy, was the Attorney General of the United States and was actively pursuing organized crime. Groups who supported Cuban President Fidel Castro believed Kennedy wanted to take over Cuba. Groups who were against the Cuban President felt Kennedy wasn’t doing enough to oust Castro and defend the country against the USSR and Communism. Those are just a few of the ‘suspects” in the assassination conspiracy theories.
I was ten years old when the assassination occurred. I watched all the news reports, including the funeral of President Kennedy. It was a devastating time for the country. As stunning as the murder of the president was, more shocking to me was the murder of the accused assassin, Lee Harvey Oswald.
As I grew older, I learned about the questions raised about the accuracy of the Warren Report, and rumors flew about who might have gained from the death of the president. Maybe that’s when the story began to form in my subconscious.
My first book, View From the Sixth Floor: An Oswald Tale was born from my fascination with the assassination, my questions about the event and the players implicated, and Oliver Stone’s film JFK. With the anniversary of the assassination only a few days away I have made my book available free on Amazon Kindle.
Please keep in mind this a completely fictional book and is more about the romance between a senior couple than a revelation about one of the mysteries of the twentieth century. I offer my opinion in vague terms. If you’re looking for insight or new details, they are not here. What you will find is a tale of love, strength, and courage. I hope you choose to read it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. And I hope you will take a few moments to write a review. I’m interested to know what readers think about the assassination.
(As an aside, my younger daughter was born on November 22, 1980!)
“Now I was alone. George was gone. Bill was gone. And I was in London watching the snow fall lightly over the ice skating rink in front of the British Museum. I can’t say I was lonely. I can’t say I wasn’t lonely. I guess I was in a sort of limbo. So, you are probably wondering where this is going. I guess I should rewind a little and fill in the details.”
“Do you want to wait in the car? You don’t have to go with me.” I offered tentatively. Bill turned his head to look directly at me then. “Olivia there would have been little point in my coming with you if I was going to sit in the car while you wander around Dallas.” He hesitated. “Do you have any idea what you want to find out? Do you have any idea at all what has driven you to take this journey? “ “I thought I did. I’m not so sure anymore,” I admitted. “I thought I wanted to see where it happened. But Bill I’m not really sure what did happen. I know the president was assassinated. Coming here isn’t going to tell me anymore than what I’ve read, what I’ve seen in news reports, movies. I guess I just wanted to touch history. Does that make sense? Does that make me bad Bill?” “No Olivia. There are a lot of people who feel that way.” He had turned in his seat and leaned against the car door. “You don’t feel that way,” I pointed out. He gave a half smile. “No I don’t.” I studied him closely. “You were here that day weren’t you?” His eyes seemed to bore into me. “Yes. I was.” “You saw something?” It was a question. “I saw a lot of things.” He leaned toward me. “Let’s go to the Schoolbook Depository. Let’s do what we came to do.”