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JFK: I don't know; I was just a toddler, and I don't remember anything about it.
RFK: In my living room in our little apartment in Sherman Oaks; the news on the tv was big and dramatic, my mom was crying, and trying to tell me why this person was such a big loss. It was the first time I'd ever really stopped to think about what kind of mind or heart sets out to take a life.
Elvis: In my new apartment, starting my new life as an "adult," 3 days after my wedding. I was 17. My husband was the Elvis fan; I prepared to comfort him when he got home from work.
9/11: At home. My oldest son called me on the phone and demanded that I turn on the news; I was irritated with him. He knew I never watched tv news. I turned it on to humor him, watched the graphics, and told him, "that's too bad." Then I turned off the tv and went back to whatever I'd been doing before. Something to do with "resting" and "recovering" from the accident I'd just been released from the hospital over; nerve damage, a skull fracture, and a severe frontal lobe concussion. When people kept bringing it up over the next few weeks, I got resentful. I kept thinking, "They sure as hell didn't seem so concerned when my whole life got bombed earlier this year, or when I was laying there in ICU a couple of weeks ago." Of course, that wasn't true. I just resented that no matter what personal destruction I experienced, everyone assumed that because I was "strong," I could deal with it, get over it, and go on. By myself, with little or no support from anyone else on the planet. Yet "America" needed to wallow in hysterical grief and fear, and sign away opposition to GWB's agenda, and all common sense, because they were "grieving," or because they didn't feel "safe," and had to cower behind *s coattails.
12/8/80 On my way to work in the little coffee shop connected to the local bowling alley. Shock, denial, outrage, grief, and a feeling of being lost. Who would take poetry, thought, and humanness to the world with Lennon gone?
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