Evidence of Revision pt 4

At the 1964 Democratic National Convention in Atlantic City when Bobby Kennedy was introduced to the crowd he received a 26 minute standing ovation. Later he is reported to have said,"they weren't cheering me, they were cheering him". (meaning deceased brother JFK).

So what's not to love about Bobby? He figthts organized crime, prosecutes old family friends when guilty of criminal activities, and ridicules sleazy witnesses during Senatorial hearings?

He sasses Hoffa and Giancanna, disses the CIA (actually if you google "Operation Mongoose" you will find out that Bobby was up to his ears in anti-Castro activity through the CIA including plots to asassinate the leader himself) and FBI head J Edgar Hoover.

Who the hell did he think he was anyway? Why he was a Kennedy to whom the nortmal rules of existence that advise and inform the wordsand actions of the rest of us do not apply. For a while he got a way with it. He got his way and survived on a smile and the Kennedy charm.

In addition to his incorruptability, he was also a brash, arrogant, abrasive and obnoxious person who was basically clueless about the realities of the world in which he lived for those who weren't born with multimillion dollar family fortunes to back them in their careers.

Bobby didn't know any more about the real world he was entering when he went to Washington than Emmit Till did about the racist state of Mississippi of the 50's where he was visiting. Such ignorance cost both Till and eventually Bobby Kennedy their lives.

Look at those campaign crowds and how unprotected
he was. Or the Ambassador hotel ballroom that was probably stuffed with twice the allowable number of people it should have had. It's as if 11/22/63 never happened--except that it did and Bobby and everyone associated with his campaign should have known better.

The great shame of it all was that Bobby was finally beginning to learn and understand about the realities of both the war in Vietnam and the struggle for civil rights by the oppressed at home in America.

His idealism, rhetoric, and ideas were far greater than big brother Jack from whose shadow he had finally emerged. He was reaching out to Dr King and others and had the potential to mend rifts that were pulling this country apart.

Instead, he collected enough animosity from the likes of LBJ, J Edgar Hoover, the CIA, the Pentagon, and organized crime that when the time came to liquidate him Bobby made it almost too easy to accomplish.

Everyone from the LAPD to the District Attorney's
office, from the FBI to the presiding judge, acted like the three stooges and nobody wondered much why this was so. Those who didn't stick to the script like the Naguchi the Coroner and that brave Latina woman who resisted the badgering of the CIA-LAPD goon trying to get her to change her story, were hounded and bullied relentlessly.

Was Bobby really that naieve and stupid or was he subconsciously desiring to be a martyr like big brother Jack? We shall never really know for sure, but the entire conduct of his career allows for either possibility.

Given the thorougness of the control exerted by the perpetrators of this crime, the anonymiity of the producers of this documentary, and its continued availability for viewing, it is also worth wondering if this production's existence is both a boast and a warning by the perps of this crime to any future politicians or other leaders about who is really in charge and what they are capable of doing.