conspiracy – history – book reviewPosted: November 26, 2012
First grade in 1963 was butchwax, flattop haircuts and big thick plastic glasses. The boys are attired in white shirts and dark pants while the girls sport skirts and plaid jumpers and saddle shoes. This wasn’t a private school with uniforms, this was public school.
It must have been right after recess when we returned all sweaty to sit at our tiny desks all in a row. We usually sat for a minute and Mrs Rasinen would come in and read aloud to us. We were quiet, waiting eagerly for this was the biggest treat of each day.
She burst in, not composed, sure and smiling as always, but red faced and runny nosed. She was weeping, haltingly declared, “It’s the president, he’s been shot. Everything’s going to be OK, come down to the auditorium, until we can send you home.”
The president, who’s that? He was important, I kinda knew, maybe. But she was scared, I was scared. She was crying, almost all the kids were crying. We waited in the dark auditorium while she brooded about us like a mother hen, and then silently we filed out to the buses and home.
Now, nearly fifty years later I sat down with From an Office Building with a High-Powered Rifle: One FBI Agent’s View of the JFK Assassination by Don Adams and read the story of one man who was as close as anyone but the conspirators. Conspirators, you might say? Conspirators, those who killed him, and those Americans in high places who covered it up. It’s a dry book, much like an FBI agent’s reports might have read. It left me sad. For though I am not naive, misplaced trust in high places is everyone’s loss.
How did I find this nonfiction novel? A friend of the family, an ex FBI man vouched for the author and the book.
May you come to conclusions of your own.