We went to see Bobby last night, the movie revisits the night Robert F. Kennedy was gunned down at the Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles in 1968. It brings the voice of RFK to life again. Of course, I knew how the story would end, but it still brought me to tears, not just damp eyes, fullout sobbing.
I realized how much this particular voice influenced me, a young girl from the midwest, at a time of her life when she was listening and starting to form her own voice. This particular voice still stands for all that is important to me today. A voice of tolerance and equality.
It worries me that the voice of the current administration, a voice of intolerance and inequality is having the same profound, lifelong impact on another child, at this critical crossroad, growing up in that same city, on that same street. I worry.
The day after seeing the movie, I find myself wondering, if only. If only RFK's voice had not been silenced over 36 years ago, would we not be fighting this wrong war in Iraq, would our environment not be past the tipping point, would all Americans have healthcare, would the US be a compassionate, respected nation. If only.