tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post2980075342093002531..comments2024-02-05T12:20:34.082-08:00Comments on A Tidings of Magpies: excerpt from Robert Kennedy's speech in Indianapolis on April 4, 1968--the night of Martin Luther King's assassinationAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15238905633085051322noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post-81378851331081188202008-04-05T09:01:00.000-07:002008-04-05T09:01:00.000-07:00That was a terrible day. It was a terrible year, a...That was a terrible day. It was a terrible year, and I had forgotten the words of Bobby Kennedy that night and his steadfastness of speaking as was scheduled.He knew the importance of words and the movement of speech.I forget sometimes with all the belly-aching and sniping that we hear from political candidates today what raw truth sounds like.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15238905633085051322noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post-26645758721396970882008-04-05T07:39:00.000-07:002008-04-05T07:39:00.000-07:00I let April 4th go by, and then realized what anni...I let April 4th go by, and then realized what anniversary it was. Oh, God. Thanks for having posted that videoclip.Elisabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06397908781677596824noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6296096399220838318.post-68115179191410606742008-04-04T19:45:00.000-07:002008-04-04T19:45:00.000-07:00Peace be with you also...Peace be with you also...Fliss and Mike Adventureshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07480895260275801501noreply@blogger.com