when i woke up on the bus, under a freeway overpass, in front of the house of blues today i didn't realize where i was. i knew i was in dallas, but i forgot what that meant. i went on my daily wander around and very accidentally stumbled upon a little bit of history.
this old courthouse now houses the old red museum of dallas county history & culture. i was drawn to the fountains out front. they looked like some wet, cool fun in the sticky heat.
i still hadn't caught on to where i was, even though big signs with arrows point to local points of interest such as the "kennedy memorial" and "6th floor museum".
i eventually figured it out...
John F. Kennedy Memorial
Market Street/Commerce Street
Philip Johnson 1970
This simple, concrete memorial to President Kennedy dominates a square in downtown Dallas 200 yards from where the President was assassinated. It is a space for contemplation, neither open nor closed. the 50 foot square enclosure with 30 foot high concrete walls would be oppressive, if not open in the center of two opposite walls, and along almost all of the base.
In the center is a black granite slab, deliberately too square to be a tomb, inscribed simply with the President's name.
It is intended to be "not a memorial to the pain and sorrow of death," but "a permanent tribute to the joy and excitement of one man's life."
i don't usually go in for conspiracy theories but i also don't believe that the kennedy assassination doesn't bear further examination. hoards of people visit the Sixth Floor Museum, housed in the famous former "book depository", looking for answers. i was pressed for time and could only take in the scene outside, on the site where our nation's dream died, november 22, 1963.
someone has made sure "allegedly" is emphasized here:
purely by accident, my walk followed the path of the motorcade:
the grassy knoll. everyone out there is trying to figure out what really happened. they stand around pointing and discussing bullet trajectories and such.
i had to pay this guy a dollar so i could take a picture of this.
i'll let you know who i think did it when i'm done with all my research.
i'm still waiting to see what jackie o has to say, the woman who "... after his death refused to remove her blood-stained clothing, and regretted having washed the blood off of her face and hands. She continued to wear the famous stained pink suit as she stood next to Johnson on board the plane when he took the oath of office as President. She told Lady Bird Johnson, "I want them to see what they have done to Jack""
On May 19, 2044, the 50th anniversary of the death of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, if her last child has died, the Kennedy library will release to the public a 500-page transcript of an oral history about John F. Kennedy given by Mrs. Kennedy before her death in 1994.