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Fifty Years On, Americans Remember Where They Were When JFK Died

Fifty Years On, Americans Remember Where They Were When JFK Died

Washington (AFP) – Thomas Wm. Hamilton thought it was a joke.

As a young orbital analyst on the Apollo space program, Hamilton was at the forefront of President John F. Kennedy’s bold challenge to put a man on the moon by the end of the 1960s.

Hamilton was returning to his desk at Grumman Aircraft after lunch at a Long Island farmer’s market on November 22, 1963 when “a draftsman noted for his sick humor said: ‘The president has been shot’.”

“I said, ‘Even for you that’s pretty sick'”, recalled Hamilton, today a retired astronomer, professor and writer who lives in Staten Island, New York. “He insisted it was no joke.”

Being a scientist, Hamilton sought proof, so he called a local newsroom. “Before I could even say anything, a woman who answered said, ‘It’s true, he’s dead,’ and hung up.”

Two out of three Americans today weren’t born when Kennedy was assassinated, but for many of them — including baby boomers now in late middle age or retired — “memorable” barely defines the impact of that moment.

“The news was like a punch in the stomach,” said writer and consultant Paul Robert Edwards, a law clerk who heard the news on the radio at a lunch counter in Kansas City, Missouri.

Angelo Armenti was 23 and studying for a graduate degree in physics in Philadelphia. He campaigned for Kennedy during the 1960 election, and even came within a few feet of shaking hands with him at a campaign event.

“I was backing my car out of a parking lot after lunch when a hysterically crying woman ran behind my car, screaming: ‘Kennedy’s been shot! Kennedy’s been shot!'” remembered Armenti, today a retired university president.

Like so many school children that day, Beatrice Hogg, an African-American coal miner’s daughter in a rural Pennsylvania town with a two-room schoolhouse, was sent home early.

There she found the adults in tears, vulnerable and confused and worried for the future.

“Momma and Cousin Kat talked about what the death of president Kennedy would mean to the fate of the ‘colored’ people in America,” said Hogg, today a writer and editor in California.

Beyond America’s borders, the sense of shock was no less powerful.

Alexander Longolius, a 28-year-old teacher in what was then a divided Berlin, was motoring to a soirée at a U.S. diplomat’s home when he heard Kennedy had been shot.

“Nobody showed up at the reception in a happy mood. I don’t even think we got ourselves a drink. We just stood around and listened to the radio,” said Longolius, who today is retired from German politics.

The hope was that Kennedy — who had made his famous “Ich bin ein Berliner” speech four months before — would pull through. That was not to be.