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JUNE 6, 1968 / THE DAY THAT HOPE DIED
June 6th , 1968
I remember that day well
It is frozen in my memory.
Cold stored with feelings
of anguish,
of shock,
of disbelief,
of immense sorrow.
I awoke that morning
to the crushing news of
Robert Kennedys
death .
I was not a democrat
but I was touched by
his humanness ,
I was touched by
his empathy,
I was touched by
his conviction,
I was touched by
his presence.
The wound of his
brothers death
had
barely healed .
He carried a
nations sorrow
in his heart
and it fueled
his sense of
altruism and
service .
He was a tragic
figure but one
we all wanted
to embrace,
to touch,
to listen to.
He was a light
in the darkness ,
He was a voice
in the wilderness,
He was a sanctuary
in the storm,
He was hope
in a disillusioned
world .
I remember the
crowds wanting
to touch him,
wanting to
somehow
absorb his
deep personal
loss
which was also
our loss .
We were not
ready for his
death .
We were not
ready for
another
national tragedy .
We were not
ready for that
day in June,
1968 .
The day that
hope died.
Allen L Roland
http://blogs.salon.com/0002255/2007/06/06.html
OpEdNews columnist Allen L Roland is available for comments , interviews and speaking engagements ( allen@allenroland.com )
Allen L Roland is a practicing psychotherapist, author and lecturer who also shares a daily political and social commentary on his weblog and website allenroland.com He also guest hosts a monthly national radio show TRUTHTALK on www.conscioustalk.net
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