In
1963, Dallas, Texas, a bullet smashed through the skull of the then
president of the united states of America. Two other potentially fatal
wounds were also inflicted, to his thorax and neck. He died. That
description might seems too passive in a way – rather he was killed,
murdered or assassinated. This is not insignificant. Here is a man who
has reached the highest office in the so called free world, which one
would imagine on it's own would make him an excellent target for
killing, and is killed. A man who lied and adulterated throughout his
term and presumably before hand also. Yet he is heralded as an Icon. He
was unquestionably extremely charismatic. He orated well and made
proclamations of peace, a better understanding between people and of
hope. But he died. Perhaps he meant well. I very much doubt it though. I
see a privileged, randy, cold war politician who made no significant
changes to the society his administration governed. He gave the 'okay'
to the Bay of Pigs invasion, recovered admirably, and repented by
escalating the war in Vietnam. He also committed a great deal of thought
and money to putting people on the Moon, which though inspirational at
the time might be judged contrived and wasteful by our standards. Then
he caught a bullet in the brain and became an immortal. JFK was taken
from us only for the evil Nixon to fill the void. So the narrative goes.
Narrative history appears to describe a really unhelpful account of
events to my mind. It misses the truth. It is primarily disseminated by
mass media and consumed by a mass audience and as such there should be a
sufficient degree of responsibility and integrity to the truth. There
generally is not, rather there appears to be a desire to craft some
crude dichotomy or other. I find this lazy and insulting.
Friday, 6 December 2013
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