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JFK: You’re a smart girl, read whatever you want into it.
Mary: Oh, don’t worry, my readers will get it.
JFK: Who is your target audience and what’s your circulation?
Mary: Mostly 6th, 7th and 8th graders. We have an indication some parents glance at the paper and we have a circulation of well over a hundred; but I suspect this interview will bump that up.
Okay, next question: On April 27, 1961 in a speech to the American Newspaper Publishing Association at the Waldorf- Astoria Hotel in New York City you said, and I quote: “Athenian law declared it a crime to shrink from controversy.”What does that mean to you?
JFK: Our role as citizens, if we truly live in a Republic, is to hold our representative’s feet to the fire. Not to shrink from our role as active participants. Hit the streets in protest, shut down big business, send a clear message and use public opinion to ef- fect change. Those who make peaceful revolution impossible, make violent revolution inevitable.
Mary: What does ‘violent revolution’ mean to you?
JFK: Jefferson said: “The tree of liberty needs to be fertilized with the blood of tyrants every twenty years.”We’re long over- due.
Mary: Do you use other people’s quotes to ‘shrink from con- troversy’ or to justify your opinions?
JFK: Both Mary, we stand on the shoulders of giants who cre- ated a Constitution, a living document that works. We revolt- ed violently against England because our citizens resented taxation ‘without’ representation.
Mary: Those giants were also slave holders and used manifest destiny to destroy Indian populations.
JFK: They were men of their times, ‘human beings;’ both good and bad privately, but publicly they served the greater good. Violence is a natural part of human evolution. Everyday we extend our reach around the world through covert CIA action. We clear-cut countries, set-up air strips and pave the way for corporate malfeasance. We steal resources for corporations to sell at their profit. Your tax dollar to help their bottom line! Some day this will come back on us. Just because the media dresses up our behavior as ‘humanitarian’ doesn’t mean we’re not killing innocents and making enemies.
Mary: Do you advocate violence?
JFK: Revolution is a tool. The French Revolution, the American Revolution of 1776 worked, many people died, but the net gain was a type of freedom that has helped the evolution of
‘democracy’ world-wide. We stand on the brink of losing our country, it may be gone already.
Mary: Gone already?
JFK: America’s a manufactured narrative-fable, our ‘democ- racy’ is not vibrant. Our system of elections needs a reality check. Ads and TV dictate our mind-set. We’ve become con- sumers, not citizens. Do you know how Ben Franklyn defined democracy? He said, “A democracy is two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner.”
Mary: Voting for dinner, very clever.
Mary: Next question: On June 10th of this year, you said in a Commencement speech at the American University, you’ve advocated working ‘with’ Kruschev for peace, over nuclear engagement with Communists. Can that be dangerous to say out loud against an industry that adores escalation?
JFK: I’m conflicted, because I swore to uphold the Constitu- tion from all enemies foreign and domestic. But I hate that ... [‘blurry’ line of dialogue] ... balance the wants and needs of the establishment money that elected me with the wants and needs of my constituents, my family and my inner self. In the end, I hope to achieve a few things in four years.
Mary: You won’t run for re-election?
JFK: Nope, you heard it here first. An exclusive!
Mary: Does anyone else know you’re not running again? JFK: Just you and your loyal readers Mary.
Mary: You might want to let the folks around you know, so they can ‘plan’ accordingly; and how does a President go about ‘achieving a few things’?
JFK: Usually, I have to do ten things for ‘the money’ in order to get one for the people.
Mary: Which one are you doing for the people?
JFK: Abolishing the Federal Reserve; taking the printing of the money from the private Central Banks in Europe and giving it back to the American people. This will save future genera- tions trillions in hidden taxes and prop up the dollar for a hun- dred years.
Mary: That sounds dangerous.
JFK: Are you worried about me Mary?
Mary: History’s never been kind to leaders who share the crumbs.
JFK: History’s a fable, written by court historians. They’ll white- wash my life, mythologize me, create a legend or just scrub me from history. I’m a private citizen first, public figure sec- ond, but there’s a part of me that will never be known, except from insightful interviews like this one.
Mary: Now you’re kissing butt. Next question: Six days ago you said in a speech: “There’s a plot in this country to enslave every man, woman and child. Before I leave this high and noble office, I intend to expose this plot.” What is this plot?
JFK: A circulation of one hundred, right?
Mary: Yep.
JFK: Our laws, written by lobbyist-lawyers create wealth-trans- fers to the few at the top. Our representatives will socialize the debt and privatize the wealth. It may take a few years, but the blueprint to eliminate the middle-class is in place. Our middle-class was an anomaly of winning WWII. The GI bill al- lowed for cheap housing and free education, which created the first ‘real’ middle-class in history. And that is considered a misplacement of vast sums of money, so it must be, will be, rectified.
Mary: What do you mean, ‘rectified’?
JFK: The middle-class must disappear. The ancillary benefits of living in a rich, free nation, once understood as a ‘natural right’ will be squeezed dry. In forty to fifty years, anyone with eyes, who ‘wants’ to see, will understand how the game is rigged.
Mary: Like the Chicago election?
JFK: Precisely, ‘very clever’ Mary.
Mary: And finally Jack, what are your plans for tomorrow?
JFK: Just a nice motorcade ride into the downtown, to meet the good people of Dallas.
Mary: Thank you for your time.
JFK: Mary, can you do me a favor? Lighten your pack; you car- ry too much weight on your tiny shoulders. Life’s too short, be happy today, it’s all we really have.
Mary: Thank you ... Mr. President.
On the 50th anniversary of Kennedy’s assassination I tracked down Mary Hart, still in Dallas, retiring from the Public Li- brary. Actually, being ‘put out to pasture’ as Mary stated. I emailed her about the JFK ‘found’ interview while research- ing my film, and I wondered if she had any final thoughts, fifty years later. Here’s what Mary Hart, now 67, emailed me:
Bob, good luck with your film. Water is soft, yet it can penetrate rock, as you well know living in the Grand Canyon state. We must find that internal jujitsu trick that shakes us out of our lethargy. “Be the change we want to see in the world,” as Gandhi said. I now ‘volunteer’ at the same library I worked at for forty years. I will do the same job, with the same hours, for the same employers, but for free. The ‘corporate-state,’ which is the traditional definition of fascism, always wins. Maybe Jack was right
... (find quote) Yours in solidarity, Mary Hart.
| Bob reynolds is a filmmaker, screenwriter, & part-time rake master. bob@thenoise.us
elegy for the Waring Blender by Jill divine
I don’t feel like talking about it, so now
I have to. If you could have heard me scream
hunkered down in the closet you might
have called someone; if not the cops then your mother
or an old friend from years back, because
suddenly you would have been reminded that objects disappear. There were fourteen
stars visible from the porch. After speaking,
a breath would hold in the air for several seconds
before drifting up, dissipating. I thought
it was a way of joining myself
to the mute dark world of the cold, of the
dry winter that stings the eyes; and the lips, once soft, ache. There is nothing left to do
except tell this. The sound of the glass breaking was heavier than the bowl itself. It fell
from his hands onto the floor with the momentum of leaves. I watched it escape the hands, travel
through the air that was as cold inside as out.
There were so many packing boxes, newspaper balls,
Tupperware, and still nothing broke the fall. He was seeing what one sees through that fine mist
of Lortab and Vicodan. When it hit, I thought for a moment I’d been struck. Then I saw it,
two million pieces of glass on the floor.
The baby was in the car sleeping. My parents
wedding gift from fifty years ago was gone. I started weeping and ran down empty rooms of a house cleared.
I wanted out of my body. I knelt on the floor, got up, pounded the door frame, and shrieked.
The nail holes in the walls gaped at me like a crowd.
The outlets and switch plates held
the empty house together. I sat in the closet
and sobbed and moaned and bawled and screamed. I cried until my eyes were tiny red thumbtacks
stuck in my head. I wailed a sound I’d never heard come from me. I finally just whimpered
into my sleeves and climbed out. And that night years ago when everything broke, he said to me
in the car, you sounded as if you’d lost a child. I was level then, shushing the boy.
There were fourteen stars still visible. * * *
| Jill divine is urban nested.
jilliebug33@yahoo.com
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