It's also how my parents met and one of the stories I remember above all others was when they met Robert F. Kennedy. My mother with tears in her eyes remembering what an honorable man he was, what hope he held for Latinos and their struggle and how in the prime of his life he was shot down and assasinated at the Ambassador Hotel.
It was with those memories, with those thoughts I read this article and again found familiarity. The waiter who held Robert F Kennedy's hand as he lay dying was from my hometown, San Jose, CA. The man who accompanied him on this fateful trip was none other than Rigo Chacon who was a friend of my father's.
In memory of not just one honorable man, but many.
"What we need in the United States is not division...not hatred...not violence or unlawfulness, but love and wisdom and compassion toward one another, and a feeling of justice toward those who still suffer within our country...Let us dedicate ourselves to what the Greeks wrote so many years ago: to take the savageness of man and make it gentle the life of this world..."
Robert F. Kennedy
The direct link to the article via the LA Times - Kneeling again next to RFK - latimes.com
Peace
~~Angel
Stay Brown!
