LA Times: As a skinny teenage busboy, Juan Romero knelt beside a mortally wounded Bobby Kennedy at the Ambassador Hotel. On Saturday morning, more than 42 years later, he knelt again, this time beside RFK’s grave on what would have been Kennedy’s 85th birthday.
Romero was wearing a suit for the first time in his life, saying it was the proper way to show his respect for a man whose memory he has tried to honor by living a life of tolerance and humility.
Getting up the courage to visit Arlington National Cemetery was not easy for Romero, a construction worker from San Jose who has been haunted for decades by the events of June 5, 1968. Under a soft blue sky, with fall colors exploding across the velvety slopes of the cemetery, Romero walked off to be alone and have one last good cry before visiting the grave.
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Lord, Chipsticks, I remember RFK’s death like it happened yesterday after looking at these pictures. I remember the promise he represented to America and to a young black college student. A promise that ended with his premature death. I admire Mr. Romero for having the courage to pay homage to one of America’s shining lights that was extinguished much too soon. I will remember to follow in his path when next I’m in D.C. I didn’t have time to do it when my daughter and I were there in October for the Restoring Sanity Event.
Wow I never saw that photo.
That’s a moving story. I was younger, but it was stunning to see first the President and then his brother taken from us too soon so closely together. Very sad time to watch them leave along with Dr. Martin Luther King and Malcom X. I still remember the images and sounds of the time vividly.
Very moving story. Thanks for bringing it to our attention.
I had seen the TV clips of the assassination of RFK but that still picture is so terribly moving. The look in the eyes of a young Mr. Romero. Bless him. I can’t imagine the fear he felt. I remember John, Martin and Bobby. Those days were so sad. We lost our innocence after those tragedies.
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What a moving story. I have never seen that before. I was a teenager back then and remember that day well.