I was in a Mt. Lebanon English class on November 22, 1963, taking a test when the principal came on the loudspeaker to let us know President Kennedy had been assassinated. Our teacher told us to take a moment of silence. After 60 seconds, we were to resume our test.
As I had so many other times, I refused to comply with the directives of Mt. Lebanon teachers and flunked the test. Sixty seconds? I was outraged. I was sure if Nixon had been president and had been assassinated, we would have been told to go home. A few year earlier, Nixon had joined us briefly in a game of kickball in front of a friend’s house. It was that kind of Republican community. Continue Reading →