Please, boomer JFK fanatics, give it a rest. It’s like a cult.
Of far more significance is that “50 years ago today, C.S. Lewis and Aldous Huxley died.” Huxley wrote the prophetic Brave New World in 1932.
Nevertheless, his [JFK’s] death was at most only a minor tragedy for society at large (if, that is, we ignore the major tragedy that, as Steve points out, was the resulting ascendancy of the scoundrelly and power-mad LBJ into the office that Kennedy held).
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Of course, JFK’s death – because he was a high-ranking politician – was mistakenly treated as a major tragedy. The false impression that his death was a greater tragedy than was the premature death of some now-forgotten Mr. Jones or Ms. Smith, also in November 1963, was furthered by the Pharaoh-like funeral that Kennedy got (mostly at taxpayer expense). (I recall well, as a five-year-old child, watching his funeral live on television. It made quite the impression.) This (admittedly impressive) theater and the many (admittedly often soaring ) encomiums for and eulogies to Kennedy should not fool us into believing that Kennedy was any more important to his fellow human beings than was the life of each of the hundreds of millions of other productive human beings then alive on the globe 50 years ago.
Don’t forget their brother Ted: Chappaquiddick and Mary Jo Kopechne.