A few of my closest friends and members of my immediate family know that Robert F. Kennedy was the first politician I grew to actually admire.
I watched him grow from a ruthless operative to a serious leader of Americans looking for a serious change in the political landscape.
An assassin ended that dream in June 1968.
I am dismayed, then, to read that RFK harbored some doubts about the official findings associated with the death of his brother, President John Kennedy, who also was cut down by an assassin on Nov. 22, 1963.
According to author Philip Shenon, Bobby Kennedy believed the mob had a hand in his brother’s death. The Warren Commission, charged by President Johnson to examine the details of the assassination, didn’t interview RFK, who reportedly had this notion that the mob figures working with Cuban dictator Fidel Castro played a role in the murder in Dallas.
I cannot pretend to know all the details. RFK, then the attorney general of the United States, had access to information very few Americans ever will have. Who am I to doubt his view that Lee Harvey Oswald was part of a grand conspiracy?
Well, I keep going back to this fundamental question: How does anyone keep quiet about such a monstrous act over the course of 51 years?
The answer I keep getting is this: Because there’s no one to blab; the one guy who did the deed was himself shot to death in the Dallas Police Department basement two days after he killed the president.
Still, this notion presents another set of questions.
What precisely did RFK know? If he knew something was amiss, why in the world didn’t he say something publicly at the time when the Warren Commission released its findings?
We cannot know the answer to either of those questions. Robert Francis Kennedy is the one man with the answer. We cannot bring him back.
Thus, these theories live on.