Serendipity and Assassination w/guest John Barbour
Replay of 11/2015 Soapbox on the Garrison Tapes and Barbour's Investigations with Jim Garrison
CINDY SHEEHAN'S SOAPBOX
NOVEMBER 22, 2015
Today, on the 52nd (NOW 60TH) anniversary of the assassination of US President John F. Kennedy, Cindy chats with actor/comedian/activist/author/raconteur John Barbour about his connection to the Kennedy assassination via his many conversations with New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison.
Cindy and John note many instances of serendipity that led to his new documentary (premiering today) about those interviews with Jim Garrison (JFK) and to this installment of The Soapbox.
Please listen to this show and then watch:
The Garrison Tapes: A John Barbour Film
On this day in 1963, I was in first grade.
I remember it was a beautiful, sunny November day in Southern California. My friends and I were out playing on the jungle gym and our friend Karen, who was the daughter of our teacher that year, came out to us and she told us that all the teachers in the teacher’s break room were crying because the “president was shot.”
At the time of the assassination, I really identified with the First Family because Caroline was my age and I used to imagine we were sisters. My thoughts then weren’t a powerful man was murdered, but Caroline’s daddy was and that’s the part of the event that frightened me the most, at the time.
That’s my “where were you” story.
If you were alive and aware on 11/22/63, where were you? How did the news make you feel?
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I kind of look at this day as the end of my innocence. I was in 4th grade and my brother was the captain of the crossing guards and he came in and announced very solemnly, "The President has been shot." Shortly afterward he came and said, "The President is dead." The nuns hustled us over to the church where they had put a black cloth over some chairs like a coffin. The next few days were surreal with the killing of Lee Harvey Oswald during Sunday dinner and then the funeral on Monday. I really related to Caroline and John-John too.
After that I started thinking about death alot and feeling nervous where before I had been a very happy-go-lucky kid. Of course the subsequent assassinations, the Vietnam war and everything after that further convinced me that the world is a very dangerous place.
remember getting home early from school and seeing my mom crying by the TV
I heard other stories like that through the years...
years later I wrote a poem about that moment
the more I learn the more I miss him