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Book Excerpt: "A Hard Rain" by Frye Gaillard

In just seconds, the death of Robert Kennedy extinguishes the hope of a nation.

As Kennedy passed through the kitchen, he paused to shake hands with the hotel staff, including Juan Romero, a seventeen-year-old busboy from Mexico. Two nights earlier, Romero had delivered a room service meal to Kennedy’s suite, and was forever impressed by Kennedy’s response — the strength of the grip as they shook hands, the respectful kindness of Kennedy’s manner as the two of them chatted briefly.

“He made me feel like a regular citizen,” Romero said later. “He made me feel like a human being.”

Finally, around midnight, Kennedy arrived in the ballroom and began to thank everybody he could think of … He talked about the members of his staff and the black and Latino citizens of California … the list went on like some kind of acceptance speech at the Oscars, until he ended finally with words that would soon be broadcast again and again:

“So my thanks to all of you, and on to Chicago, and let’s win there.”

As he turned and reentered the hotel kitchen, Sirhan Sirhan, an angry Palestinian whose motives for the deed were never clear, waited for him with a .22 pistol. Juan Romero, in a rush of exuberance, reached out to shake Kennedy’s hand again, and in that moment he heard a popping sound. He saw the man who had made him feel human slump to the floor. As others wrestled the gun from Sirhan, Romero knelt beside Kennedy, who looked up at him and spoke his last words: “Is everybody okay?”

People have struggled in the months and years since then to describe the import of those final seconds. I remember thinking, like Romero, of a tiny personal moment — a time I shared the backseat of a car with Kennedy and his friend John Glenn on a twenty-minute ride to Vanderbilt University. Somehow, I had known that one of his sons — I think it was Matthew, but can’t remember that for sure — had been sick, and I asked Kennedy how the boy was doing.

“He’s better,” the senator said. “He’s had a rough time, but he’s doing better.”

As the conversation began to drift to other topics, Kennedy turned back to me. “Thank you for asking that,” he said.

It was, of course, a small and ordinary exchange, but somehow for me it injected something personal into the hemorrhaging sadness I shared with millions — with the tens of thousands of every race and class who lined the tracks as his funeral train made its way into Washington; with Sen. Edward Kennedy who choked out a eulogy at the funeral: “My brother need not be idealized, or enlarged in death beyond what he was in life, to be remembered simply as a good and decent man, who saw wrong and tried to right it, saw suffering and tried to heal it, saw war and tried to stop it.”

For me, the most wrenching summation came from Romero — the busboy who knelt in the blood of Robert Kennedy because, he said, “I wanted to protect his head from the cold concrete.” Later, he told the Los Angeles Times the truth of what he learned in that moment — a truth from which the country has not yet recovered.

“No matter how much hope you have, it can be taken away in a second.”

Taken from “A Hard Rain” by Frye Gaillard. Copyright © 2018 by Frye Gaillard. Published by New South Books. “A Hard Rain: America in the 1960s, Our Decade of Hope, Possibility, and Innocence Lost” by Frye Gaillard hits the shelves August 1, 2018 and is available anywhere books are sold.

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Jul 5, 2018 08:35 am
 Posted by  Cynthia "Maggie" Mosteller

Once again, our special friend Frye Gaillard puts us at the scene giving us the feelings along with the information that combine to make his writing so very special - just like Frye. My Love to Frye and Nancy, Maggie Mosteller

Jul 5, 2018 08:38 am
 Posted by  Cynthia "Maggie" Mosteller

Once again our special friend Frye Gaillard puts us at the scene where we experience the feelings as well as the information, making Frye's work so very special - just like Frye. Thank you Frye and much love to you Frye and to Nancy, Maggie Mosteller

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