JFK in '63. Malcolm in '65. MLK, Jr. in April of '68.
But it was the execution of Robert Francis Kennedy on June 5, 1968 which not only broke the country's heart, but ripped that heart out for good. Looking back, it was the moment that opened the door to the fetid, depraved, lying, psychopathic shitpile we've become.
He descended to acknowledge his victory -- victory in the California primary and with it the chance to kick Richard Nixon's ass in the fall -- to talk about the violence and the hope, and to let a world discover in his death what it never understood or appreciated about him during his life.
Now on Netflix (and coming soon to the blog).
