I Am So Sick & Tired of John F. Kennedy Documentaries

After watching Bill Moyers' Journal at 11:00 a.m., I left public TV on for a minute while reading reddit and the Salon. Another commercial came on advertising the newest John F. Kennedy documentary. I mean no disrespect for the man. I met him in the Senate parking lot when he was a young senator, alone, handsome, smiling, and blushing with embarrassment when my mother yelled, "Look kids! There's our next president!"

All our heroes were assassinated when I was just a young woman in college. I'd met all of them. I essentially rode on Robert F. Kennedy's back when the crowd pushed me onto him at a winery in upstate New York when I was very young while he was campaigning there. His security team was hysterical that he exposed himself the way he did to his admirers.

I remember apologizing to RFK. "They're pushing me," I said into his ear, literally.

"It's okay," he said. He let me know he understood. He was up to the challenge, but he wasn't up to the bullet that struck him down in California. I remember the grief I felt, again, that another one of our heroes in the sixties had been struck down.

I met Martin Luther King at a nearby college between Geneva, New York, where I graduated from high school, and Ithaca, New York, where I graduated from Cornell University. I met his wife, too, who was dressed all in yellow, with yellow gloves and a yellow hat.

But enough, already. I'm tired of the sentimentality over old heroes when we have so few new heroes to claim. I'd rather have a documentary about the conspiracies that killed those heroes and get some transparency, too, about the new heroes who have been condemned as traitors: Julian Assange of Wikileaks and Edward Snowden, the National Security Agency whistleblower who called our attention to the NSA's serious violations of the Fourth Amendment to the Constitution, currently in exile in Russia.