Remembering Bobby Kennedy Fifty Years Later

Vintage Photo of RFK childhood campaigners and RFK campaign brochure

The ardent passion of my fledging politics in the upheaval of that epoch year 1968. (L) Politics in the suburbs- the author and her friend Karen Levine holding a home-made poster for Robert Kennedy for President R) Campaign brochure for Kennedy for President

1968 was no ordinary time and Robert Kennedy was no ordinary candidate. Fifty years later, the wave of young activists feel similar to that infamous year when Bobby had fired up Americas youth.

Including a barely teen age me.

drawing of Robert Kennedy by Sally Edelstein

“I Wanna Be Bobby’s Girl” A 1968 portrait of Bobby Kennedy by an infatuated 12-year-old idealist – me.

I never met Robert Kennedy but I was always grateful that not only did I get a chance to volunteer on his campaign, but I was able to bid Bobby a final goodbye.

On a sweltering Friday in June of 1968, I joined the hundreds of thousands who lined up outside St, Patrick’s Cathedral in N.Y.C to pay their final respects to their fallen hero.

Americans were in a state of disbelief.

John kennedy and Robert Kennedy painting

Pop culture would quickly immortalize the 2 slain Kennedy brothers. 1968 Poster

It could not happen again – yet there it was. With terrible symmetry an assassin had struck down Robert Kennedy in a moment of triumph, dying early in the morning of June 5th and once again a nation was left to watch and grieve and wonder.

The awful drama that had played out on TV the past few days had left us all, young and old, feeling lost and helpless.

Kennedy Robert campaign worker mourns 1968

A worker at Kennedy campaign headquarters in NYC was overcome with grief. 1968

Still reeling from the horror of the King assassination a mere two months earlier, few will ever forget the shock of that night in June and what it would mean. RFK was a man who spoke to so many people in so many different ways. After that terrible night of June 4th when Robert Kennedy was assassinated – all the hopes and dreams ended on the floor of a hotel kitchen in Los Angeles.

For four full days until his body was lowered to its grave on the green slopes of Arlington near his brother John, the television screens glowed through almost every waking hour, not unlike those four days in November 1963.

The Kennedy family had flown his body from California to N.Y. where he would lay in state at St. Patrick’s Cathedral giving the public an opportunity to pay their respects on Friday.

Like millions of others engulfed by the drama of those past few days, I needed to touch the event myself, to establish even the smallest piece of it,  to see it and believe it and lock it in personal recollection. A half hour train ride to Manhattan from my suburban home was all that was necessary.

As a 13-year-old who had volunteered my afternoons working on Kennedy’s Campaign for President it seemed essential.

These Are Not Ordinary Times

Kennedy Campaign literature 1968

Kennedy spoke to the youth of America and explained why their help was vital. “Young Americans made this years election a test of faith. They have taken the deepest beliefs of our country at face value: individual freedom, commitment to social justice, willingness to examine old ideas, and choose new ones. This faith and energy behind it has turned this election into a confrontation of issues and ideas. Robert Kennedy shares that faith and that energy.” Kennedy campaign literature 1968

In the tumultuous spring of 1968, Bobby Kennedy beckoned the youth of America to join him in his presidential fight.

Mobilized and energized with the earnestness of a teenager I responded.


Kennedy Robert McCarthy 1968 Campaign Posters

Minnesota Senator Eugene McCarthy whose anti-war campaign attracted thousands of “Get Clean With Gene” young people to New Hampshire and NY Senator Robert Kennedy who after entering the race late brought together Blacks and working class. Democratic Presidential hopefuls Campaign posters 1968

Sure there were those who liked “Clean Gene” who spoke to the college kids with his single issue of anti-war.

But Bobby was about the hope.

Cover Sat. Evening Post 1968 Robert kennedy campaigning

“How Bobby Plans to Win” June 1, 1968 Saturday Evening Post Cover “If we come out roaring in California, nothing will stop us in Chicago.”

RFK had a sense of outrage and he spoke from his gut. He seemed to care about the outsider traveling to the Mississippi Delta where African-Americans were literally going hungry, to Eastern Kentucky where people had been without jobs for years and to the migrant labor camps in California.

He would heal a divided nation.

Campaign Volunteer

collage Kennedy Campaign posters

A vintage Kennedy Collage of campaign paraphernalia by the author from 1968

Every day after school that spring, my best friend Karen and I rode our Schwinn bicycles to the local Robert Kennedy for President headquarters where we volunteered.

handmade poster RFK for President 1968

A hand-made poster from 1968, one of several that I posted around the neighborhood. “Vote Right” did not carry the same connotation it carries today. By the way, my graphics may have improved in the following years, but my spelling, not so much.

Located in an abandoned suburban storefront, I would spend my afternoons and weekends stuffing envelopes making phone calls and doing whatever grunt work was needed to help ensure that Bobby would be the 1968 Democratic candidate.

A flyer asking for volunteers for RFK. Tragically the meeting to explain the canvassing was called for June 4th the day he would be assassinated.


Kennedy Robert Calif Ambassador Hotel 1968

As Robert Kennedy and his wife Ethel learned that he had won the Calif. primary their expressions were jubilant. The crowds at the Ambassador Hotel cheered his victory ecstatically. Moments later tragedy struck.

After a triumphant win in California ensuring his nomination in Chicago, tragedy struck and the dream vanished.

Friday-A Day Of Mourning

Kennedy Funeral Card

Robert Kennedy Funeral Card 1968

Long before my mother and I boarded the Long Island Railroad that Friday morning, the lines of mourners had already begun forming. By early morning when the St. Patrick’s Cathedral doors swung open, the line of mourners was already swelling to well over a hundred thousand waiting in the early morning humidity.

Simmering in the June heat, the crowded city streets were bustling with commerce as Mom and I made our way uptown to St Patrick’s from Penn Station.

New York, New York

I loved Manhattan with the noise and grime and glitz and especially the kaleidoscope of people.

Swinging down crowded Madison Avenue lined with skyscrapers and smart shops, girls rushed to their glitzy secretarial job to fetch coffee and type 60 words a minute on their IBM electric typewriters.

Liberated career girls on-the-go in-the-know-letting their now young looks show, with frosted pink lips and frosted hair, dressed in Bobbie Brooks groovy go togethers they were taking dictation by day, yeah yeah yeah, making the scene by night frugging the night away at their favorite discotheque.

Madison Avenue mod fashionistas glided like gazelles sporting their -Vidal Sasoon’s hard-edged geometry hairdos on their way to Conde Nast.

The real Mad Men of Madison Avenue fresh off the 7:37 from Greenwich were sprinting from Grand Central in giant strides , wrinkle free and fresh in their summer weight Dacron suits to make their 9:00 meetings

By the time Mom and I arrived at St Patricks, the lines were strung out over 6 and 8 and 10 abreast over 25 blocks of mid-town Manhattan forming a vast chain of sadness.

The crush of people was overwhelming.

Robert Kennedy Campaign poster 1968

Kennedy For President Poster 1968

The vibrance of the crowd belied the sorrow that loomed over us all. It was a crazy crush of color happy Celanese separates, vibrant in sun corals, refreshing in turquoise and electric in jubilee orange.

The sun was baking down and the crowds were wilting from the 90 degree heat but their no wilt, wrinkle-free clothes looked as  fresh as the zingy floral prints, popping polka dots and pastel paisleys that decorated them.

Making the Scene

Kennedy Mourners memorial

(L) In the heat, some of the 150,000 mourners were offered water while waiting their turn to view RFK’s casket at St Patrick’s Photo: Life Magazine Special Edition The Kennedy’s 1968 (R) Robert Kennedy Memorial Issue M.F. Enterprise 1968

Out of some deep sorrowing patience they stood all day in a wilting sun and through a stifling night – an amalgam of populace from all walks of life.

Heartbroken housewives from Bayridge Brooklyn, a gaggle of amber waves of trouble-free Toni home permanents that had not unfurled in the humidity stood side by side with Park Avenue doyens fresh from their standing Friday hair appointment at Kenneth’s, that flawlessly tailored pet of the set who flocked  to his posh paisley swathed town house at 19 East 54th Street.

Ladies who lunched,  their red-rimmed sorrowful  eyes hidden behind their Foster Grants who stopped by after a quick run through at Saks Fifth Avenue, shared space with teens with ravaged faces splotched with skin colored Clearasil, teens with angry sunburns gotten the weekend before on Memorial Day, teens, who like me had taken the day off from school.

Nuns, shrouded in black in their austere habits, their normally stern moral certitude shattered, mindlessly fingered rosary beads, lined up next to weeping girls in mini skirts and Dynel wigs their Maybelline mascara running copiously down their cheeks.

Middle aged men in sporty natty Lido telescope straw hats rubbed elbows with beefy construction workers in hard hats who stood solemnly next to peace kids in tied dye shirt and beads,  hippies in pieced together outfits from second-hand stores, attic trunks and funky shops.

Grief stricken ex-GI’s and their Blue Cheer- whiter-than-white families living the second generation of American subdivision dream, stood shoulder to shoulder with Blacks from Bedford Stuyvesant, that God forsaken urban blight of burned out houses, forgotten by all except Robert Kennedy.

Reconciliation and Restoration

Kennedy RFK campaign 1968

Robert Kennedy for President Campaign literature 1968

Hundreds of them came from Bed Sty, leaving  the sour stench that permeated the Myrtle Willoughby IND subway station for the rarefied air of Fifth Avenue. To honor the man who had worked so hard for them.

Some were activists and community leaders  from that beleaguered community second generation victims of urban poverty, now mournfully reminiscing for anyone within earshot, of their brief encounters with Kennedy.

Some  had been there that cold day in February 1966 accompanying RFK in his historic walking tour of Bedford Stuyvesant. Kennedy had seen it all, unvarnished, the  burned out buildings, the brownstones in abject decay, plaster falling from walls,,vacant lots teeming with garbage, the  stripped cars rusting on the streets.

Not Forgotten

Now on line outside St. Patricks, one woman standing next to us resplendent in her Sunday best, wept openly as she recalled to Mom and me  how only last June Senator Kennedy had been in Bed Sty, and she along with several hundred people had crowded into the courtyard of an abandoned milk bottling plant to listen to among others, Senator Kennedy speak.

The purpose of the gathering was the announcement of the Bedford Stuyvesant Restoration Corporation, the nations first community development corporation that would try to regenerate Bed Sty. She would never forget that day or the warm handshake  and sense of hope she received from Senator Kennedy. It was the first bit of hope for Bed Sty in decades.

“It’s hard keeping faith when everything’s going so bad,” she wailed repeatedly.

No, he had not forgotten them. They would never forget him.

Kennedy RFK

(R) Mourners passing the casket of RFK at St Patrick’s Cathedral June 1968 Photos: Life Magazine Special Edition The Kennedy’s 1969

For 6 hours we all stood and waited for a seconds glimpse of the coffin with the white wreath at the feet, the spray of roses at the head, the US Flag and the rosary on the burnished lid.

Some snapped cameras. Some touched the wood and crossed themselves.

Scores came out weeping.

Four hundred fainted. A stout black woman collapsed before the coffin sobbing. “Our friend is gone, oh Jesus he is gone, Jesus, Jesus.”

Kennedy RFK Memorial card

Kennedy RFK Memorial Funeral Card

Members of the family appeared only briefly during the day- Ethel in black kneeling at the coffin and touching the flag, her eldest sons Joseph 15 and Robert Jr. 14 taking their turns in the honor guard, Teddy, pale alone into a fortieth row pew.

It was mostly a day for the Bobby people – the young, the poor, the black, the disenfranchised. It was the day the family gave Robert Kennedy to the public for the last time.

Copyright (©) 2018 Sally Edelstein All Rights Reserved

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  1. Thank you Sally, for pulling together this collection of memorabilia and memories of a remarkable man. I too will be writing of the anniversary, posting on Wednesday. I’ll link to your site.

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  2. It was the death of hope. It took a few years more for me to feel America was back on track. We are careening off the tracks again, and one looks for that figure, that Robert Kennedy person of principle who will restore us again to the tracks. I don’t see that person, though there are some who might work out if given the suipport and chance in the coming months and years.

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  3. There was a time when America seemed to produce youthful social leaders who strove to change their country with their personal vision that demanded actions of good from both themselves and their fellow citizens. Popular folk songs like “Michael, row the boat ashore” and “We shall overcome” were a call for everyone of conscience to get involved, to help push social upheaval with an aim to becomng part of a greater, more equitable social good. Pro gun supporters often claim that the best defence is for citizens to have a gun. True, this might lower the statistic of a mass shooting, but they forget that they would still lose that first victim, that King, John, and Bobby. What a price to pay. This unrelenting support for personal freedoms over the social good seems only to have weakened the greater social good.

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  4. You have given me a fresh look at those days when I too was a youngster. His brother had cemented a relationship with Canada and every Canadian. The sound of the train with people lined up along the rail line is a vivid memory. Thank you Sally “I dream things that never were and say why not”


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