I’ve been on a short hiatus because of some medical issues I’ve been having, but I’m back and it’s time to continue onwards. Because that’s all we can do, right?
Here we are. 49 years and a few hours from the moment Robert Kennedy was mortally wounded at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles, with the 50th anniversary of it just a few hours away. With it came the loss of a great man, a message of tolerance and compassion, and a willingness to live a life of good during times of turmoil and distress. What we haven’t lost, though, are the ideals that make this man worth remembering.
You’ll always here of how hope died with RFK or that his death signified the end of common decency for this country. I argue against that. What Bobby’s death brought about was not an end, but a continuation for a country, and a world, that values love, compassion, and empathy over hate, greed, and war. Bobby may have been taken from us on June 6th, but what did not die was his message.
We can all do well to learn from those 82 days of hope. When Bobby traveled so much around the country, reaching out his hand to all those who followed his motorcades, that he grew bags under his eyes and had bloody hands from all those desperately reaching out for him, as if they knew he would be taken from us far too soon. We can all do well to learn the message that Bobby brought to this country: that we can do better, and that we should do better. We are not a people of violence and hate. We are a people of empathy and compassion. We boost one another up, not push each other down. We see love in the eyes of every man, woman, and child in this world, not destruction.
People assume that life for Robert Kennedy ceased on June 6th, 1968, but what they failed to notice are the tiny ripples of hope he left for all of us to latch onto. He left us with a duty, and while some may have forgotten it and become the antithesis of what we could become, many of us remember that V for Victory sign at the podium of the Ambassador Hotel, with the words of a man who knew that his ideals would continue on whether or not he survived:
“Now it’s onto Chicago, and let’s win there.”
I still see hope in the eyes of those looking for a savior to come for them, but what we fail to recognize is that that ability to find that hope and act on it is well within ourselves.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.
We are the ones who will carry on Bobby’s legacy.
Bobby was a believer in what mankind had to offer. And I still believe it, too.