BYU Studies, assassination, essay
On November 21, 1993, the world dozed in watery light and I felt off-balance as the northern hemisphere listed away from the sun. Seasonal blues made watching PBS all day seem like a reasonable choice. Onscreen, a Ford Lincoln Continental zipped through Zapruder’s frame. Tomorrow would be the thirtieth anniversary. Old news footage aired to commemorate the assassination, and I watched as if America’s end of innocence were happening live along with my own. Seeing Jackie statuesque in bloodied nylons, I mourned like I’d discovered the thirty-fifth president was my long-lost grandfather. I was thirteen and had never heard of Camelot when I became a believer.
Webb Reid, Kimberly
"The Road to Dallas,"
BYU Studies Quarterly: Vol. 59:
4, Article 14.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/byusq/vol59/iss4/14