“I will concede you know more about JFK’s assassination than 99% of literate America. Your theory could very possibly be the best one. I concede. You win.
“However, your claims about RFK’s shooting are far less plausible...”
That’s part of a letter I got the other day from a guy I know on the east coast. Maybe it’s the weather.
For years I’ve been finding his comments in my e-mail in basket every time I wrote about one or more of the political assassinations which radically changed the course of American history. They have not been complimentary.
He thinks he’s my friend. Now, I really don’t mind people disagreeing with me. I’ve lived long enough to have been wrong many, many times about a wide range of things, and one of the great benefits of having real friends is that they’ll let you know when they think you’re screwing up.
This guy, though, it’s not that sort of commentary. For one thing, his is not a friendly disagreement. It's closer to a relentless barrage of intellectually-pretentious claptrap. For another, his ignorance of the subject matter is absolutely breathtaking.
The above few lines: on the one hand, after calling me a variety of unpleasant names with respect to my work on the John Kennedy murder, which for a long time he has insisted was done by the government’s chosen patsy, he now backs off. No explanation, no indication that he’s done any research on his own –– other than reading the preposterous Stephen King book –– and there’s the odd “you win” turn of phrase.
I win? What the devil does that mean? It means, apparently, that he thought we were engaged in a contest. It would be cheap to recite the expression concerning the war of wits with an unarmed man, but I’m a cheap sort and this guy, when it comes to knowledge of subject, truly is unarmed.
But he can’t let it go, can he? No. My ‘claims about RFK’s shooting are far less plausible...’ Is that right? And he would arrive at that conclusion based on, uh, what?
Today is the 44th anniversary of Robert Kennedy’s primary victory in 1968. Shortly after midnight, walking with a small entourage through the narrow passageway leading to the kitchen in the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles, he was shot in the head.
With his death, the country was lost. The war in Viet Nam continued for many years, and another 30,000 Americans and a million Vietnamese died while Brown & Root, the precursor to Halliburton, made a fortune. The United States has been on a downward trajectory since then. That is not coincidental.
I’m going to post this brief note and get to bed. It’s late and I’ve got work to do tomorrow. Sometime in the next day or two, I’ll write about Robert Kennedy’s murder. I’ll recite facts and engage in some speculation. Then you can decide whether my ‘claims are...plausible.’