50 years ago today, one of the greatest Americans ever was shot and killed. I remember vividly how I felt as a young activist that day; i cried and even today, tears come to my eyes when i think about that long series of tragedies; and i'm not even an American.

And that day, "Lynette Ray’s mother entered her sleeping daughter’s bedroom, where last night, they sat in front of the black-and-white TV to watch coverage of the last day of the California Democratic presidential primary, and of their hero Robert Kennedy. The mother holds the morning Oregonian, which she places on the bed. The date is June 5, 1968. “Lynnie,’’ she says softly, “Bobby’s been shot.’’ Lynnie’s memories of President Kennedy’s assassination five years earlier are vivid. After the first reports from Dallas, the principal at her Catholic elementary school told everyone to get on their knees. She can still hear the prayers, and the sobs, from each classroom echoing in the hallway."

Take some time out today to mourn for what was, for what might have been, and for what is, as you watch the disgusting and classless antics perpetrated by the latest crop of dysfunctional and ineffective American politicians. #RFK#assassination

[washingtonpost.com]