I was sitting in my classroom, when my teacher left the room and came back crying. She announced that JFK had been shot and would probably not survive the attack. A lot of my classmates started crying along with her. I don’t think I cried because I didn’t understand the scope of what happened.
I remember our teacher telling us that JFK had died. I never had to process anything like that. Over the next few days, I remember seeing the assassination played on television over and over again and then watching the funeral on television.
It was certainly very shocking. When I first heard what happened, I thought it must have been an accident. But as more information came out and I realized it was an assassination, I remember being scared that a war would start because of it.
I was actually out of school sick that day. I was sitting on the couch, watching TV with my family, when a voice came on that announced that Kennedy had been shot. My whole family just sat there speechless.
My fifth grade teacher came in and asked us if we knew what an assassination was. None of us did. So, she told us and then had us write down how we felt about it. I still have it in a drawer at my home.
I remember sitting in my fifth grade classroom. I started crying along with other kids in my class, and some others just sat there in shock.
I remember not being able to understand why someone would ever want to kill President Kennedy. He was a good man with a good heart, and I also remember coming home and seeing my mother crying in front of our television.
I actually came from a Republican family, but I remember seeing both of my parents crying when I got home from school that day. That taught me a lot about having respect for life, regardless of political affiliation.
BY JOHANN HAMILTON