Mornin Bitches

The Legacy of Robert F. Kennedy and the Disappointment of Junior

S.J. Mendelson

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Heroes shape our worldviews in ways that echo through decades. Robert F. Kennedy was that transformative figure for me—not just a politician, but a beacon of compassion in a turbulent era. 

Through a reflective reading of a New York Times article, I share the story of RFK's tragic assassination on that fateful night in June 1968. What strikes me most was Kennedy's authenticity—how even in his moment of triumph after winning the California primary, he took time to acknowledge the kitchen workers, predominantly people of color who were invisible to most politicians. This wasn't political calculation but genuine connection. As journalist Pete Hamill described, Kennedy moved through "the sort of place where Puerto Ricans, blacks and Mexican-Americans usually work to fill white stomachs," showing respect to those society often overlooked.

The loss of RFK came just months after Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassination, a devastating one-two punch that left many baby boomers like myself questioning if meaningful change was possible. Kennedy had been the one who broke the news of King's death to a predominantly Black audience with rare vulnerability, noting his own brother had been killed by a white man. While cities burned following King's murder, Indianapolis—where Kennedy spoke—remained calm, a testament to his unique ability to bridge divides.

I can't help but contrast Robert Kennedy's legacy of humility and compassion with what I perceive as the disappointing trajectory of his son, RFK Jr. For those who revered the father, the son's recent political positions feel like a betrayal of everything the original RFK stood for—his love for "everybody, especially the poor and the weak." Between reflections on this political heartbreak, I share glimpses of my current life—cleaning my new apartment, embracing simple joys, and reminding you that if nobody told you today, you are loved just for being you.

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Morning bitches and dolls, and no one told you they love you today. So I love you because you're you. Okay, I'm in the new apartment June 9th no, sorry, july 9th. We moved June, july, august, it's August. Okay, we've been in the apartment for a month and not everything is done yet, but it's getting there Okay and I'm doing a lot of cleaning. So it's TikTok, bobby and I wanted to just say hi to everybody and talk about what's going on.

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To my astonishment and my horror and my sadness, I see this article in the Times about one of my biggest heroes in the world, robert Kennedy. The original, not Junior, forget Junior. I don't know what planet he came from, but he's not my person. From hope to horror Moments before being shot Senator Robert F Kennedy addresses the board. Now, john F Kennedy was not my hero. I was only 13 when he was elected to be president and it was like, okay, it had no effect on me, but when Robert F Kennedy was going to run for president, I knew that he would help everybody in the world. Instinctively, I knew he would help everyone. Okay, so, crime of the Times by Christopher Goffert. Thank you, christopher, for doing this article here. Okay, hope to horror assassination of RFK. Newly released files haven't been much of use to gun them's lawyers in the conspiracy riddled case. Who knows if it's true or not.

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The assassin concealed himself behind an ice machine in a crowded kitchen pantry of the Ambassador Hotel with an eight-shot revolver, a small, wry, pock-mocked young man with curly hair and a hard-to-flace accent. He loitered in the area for hours asking kitchen workers if his target would be coming that way. In the embassy ballroom, robert F Kennedy, 42, new York senator and brother of slain president, had just declared victory in the June 4th 1968 California Democratic primary. The ecstatic crowd chanted we want Bobby. We want Bobby. To study photos of the crowd as they see expressions of unembarrassed love, the kind few candidates inspire. Kennedy's admirers revered him as a secular saint, a figure of hope in a brutal, tumultuous decade. But he was despised on the right and divisive on the left. In East Los Angeles, mexican-american crowds had greeted him rapturously. In Van Nuys his campaign cars were pelted with stones. Van Nuys, of course. Right Assassinations had already left an indelible blight on the decade. John F Kennedy was killed in 1963. In 65, it was Malcolm X.

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In April 1968, when Martin Luther King Jr was killed, it fell to Robert F Kennedy to break the news to a largely black crowd in Indianapolis. He spoke of the stain of bloodshed that had spread possibilities of compassion. He said a white man had killed his brother. He quoted Asecolies, his favorite poet. Scores of cities exploded into rioting in the wake of King's murder. Indianapolis did not and Bobby Kennedy's admirers did not think it irrelevant that he had been there Shaking hands with kitchen workers.

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Kennedy waded through the Wilshire Boulevard Hotel in the first minutes of June 5th, heading to the Colonial Room to talk to to talk to pantry was short. Later the staffers Eversay the campaign did not want their candidates, seen among uniformed LAPD or poisonous, to vote if they needed, particularly after the Watts riots of three years ago. I have to cough. Oh, it's for crowd control. Anyway, you know, as I'm reading this I'm thinking about what my life was like in 1968, in June, all hope and promise, like a lot of people from my generation. We were the baby boomers, okay, and I loved Kennedy, robert F Kennedy.

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Okay, the journalist P Hamill had encouraged Kennedy to run for president, writing if he won the country might be saved. True, oh, and to JS Kennedy that night he accompanied Kennedy as he moved to the Ambassador Pantry, which he described as a long, grubby area, the sort of place where Puerto Ricans, blacks and Mexican-Americans usually work to fill white stomachs. Kitchen workers pressed forward to touch him. Then the gunman emerged, kennedy in the back, and the third ended behind his right ear, fragmenting into his brain. Rosie Greer, a hulking defensive Los Angeles Rams, was in the crowd, rushed to in the gunman against a serving table. Get the gun, get the gun, people it, but not fatally.

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Anyway, I'm just reading this thinking how sad. Ok, now I'll go on. Okay, now Alcoa. He believed a security guard had done it, perhaps as part of a CIA. He found him gentle, humble, kind-hearted, frail and harmless JFK Jr. What would his father think about him and what he's done with the things right now? I don't know. I don't know. He'd be ashamed. Okay, that's all I got. That's my opinion, anyway, not just in writing, writing, but in conversation.

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At the 1969 trial, a black trash collector named alvin flock testified about arguing luther king's body home to his family. He said I'm planning on shooting him. If you do, you'll be killing one of the best men in the country. I'm putting that down, that paper. Robert F Kennedy was one of the best men in the country. His son is a shonda as we see You're like, son is a shonda as we see. Your life that, what can I say? That's what I feel. Um, you know, 1968, everything in that house was like upside down, upside down. I don't know about my mother, but I had to get out of the house.

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But Robert F Kennedy gave me hope with a lot of things. People like that gave baby boomers hope that the world could change. Well, what do we think of the world today? A very sad place, a very, very sad place. In a lot of ways, kennedy loved everybody, especially the poor and the weak. He loved everyone. And what does this country do now? Turn on the people who pick the grapes and the strawberries. You know, people who go to work because they need to make money and they see united. What's happened to them? What would Robert F Kennedy think right now if he was alive? Well, hopefully he would have been president, okay.

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So I'm just ashamed of what Junior has done. He knows something? Well, he doesn't know anything, okay. What does he know, right? He knows something? Well, he doesn't know anything. Okay, what does he know, right? Kennedy family. But Robert F Kennedy himself wasn't like that. He was very humble. He was a very humble person, okay.

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So I'm just, you know, happy to be here working. Oh, look at this, I've got a droid I don't know what that is. I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning. I'm just, you know, happy to be here working. Oh, look at this, I've got a dry spot I don't know what that is. I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning, I'm cleaning this apartment. We have no money, but this building, novo 14. Hopefully that we live in a great apartment now.

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I'm doing house cleaning, a lot of house cleaning, and you know, just happy to be on my podcast. He told you they love you today. I, I love you because you're you, you're the, every person that listens to my podcast, and I have no people advertising on here. I would love that, but I don't have anybody advertising. But it doesn't matter, because if you listen to what I have to say, you do have met him. I never met him, but he was definitely one of my heroes. You know Abraham, martin and John and Robert. So have a great Saturday. I'm glad to be back on here and be good to yourself, please, and be yourself. Okay, love you.