The Patsy

“Shortly after noon on November 22, 1963, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated as he rode in a motorcade through Dealey Plaza in downtown Dallas, Texas.” John F. Kennedy Library and Museum

John F. Kennedy
Image by Mike Foster from Pixabay

Make a right on Houston from Main. Left on Elm Street. Past that big brick building. You know the one where crowds are gathering outside—waiting anxiously for the Boy King. A charming symbol of this here America.

I stack the heavy boxes of textbooks 
moving them to the sixth-floor window
a hiding place.

The Dallas Morning News. The black border ad is like a death notice. Warning the Boy King. Don’t come. We mean it.

(Did they know something?)  
This morning the bile  
 was slowly bubbling up 
nerves pushing it down. 
Marina fussing 
about money 
and promises made.

The 6.5×52mm Carcano Model 91/38 infantry rifle. Wrapped in brown paper. On the floor.

The cheers and boos rise high from below. 
Washing over my ears. 
My face darkens 
my mind runs slowly 
fear battling courage 
searching for reasons
history over infamy.  
Zapruder Frame 313: The JFK Assassination | 100 Photos | TIME

The cavalcade of power. Drives forward through lunch hour crowds. Waves and hope. Cheers and jeers.

It will be simple 
they said 
not to worry 
they said 
over in seconds
they said.

12:30 p.m. CST

I rest the rifle 
against the window frame 
my hands shaking 
my eyes squinting
they said  
for the first pop 
they said
then shoot  
they said.

Spiraling bullets thrust forward. One. Two. Three.

JFK Assassination: Zapruder Film Enhancement & Umbrella Man Testimony (1978)
One misses. 
Two and three 
don’t miss.

Exploding blood. People running. Jackie with her cute pink hat and pink Chanel suit. Men in black jumping on black cars. Jetting into history. 

Who Was the Umbrella Man? | JFK Assassination Documentary | The New York Times
I want to run  
down. Out. But 
be calm  
they said  
act normal 
they said  
we will take care of you 
they said.  

America is changed.

I will be changed.  
John F. Kennedy
Image by WikiImages from Pixabay

In the twister, that is history. We will never know the future. Or the promises made. Only infamy. 

What do I know
I’m just the patsy.

Author: Antonio Pedro Ruiz

Antonio Ruiz is an ex-junkie-alcoholic, former seminarian, one-time radio host-producer, past community organizer, continuing to be a media advocate, retired television reporter, ex-commission executive director, once a street vendor of jewelry and gloves, waitron (waiter to you), a former bartender who drank too much on the job, an ex-motorcycle courier who learned to ride a bike just for the job, ex-airport shuttle driver, former Entertainment news director-producer, the best time of my life, one-time live TV events red carpet producer-executive producer, ex-small business consultant, ex-youth media and journalism mentor, and now a college student who also has been married three times (thirds the charm), and just couldn't help living with two other women because well, that's part of my story.

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