This weekend I happened to be in Dallas, TX to work a Canucks and Stars game on Saturday night. We stayed at the Hyatt downtown. I got there about 6pm on Friday, and got up to my room to see the view. Right outside my hotel room window a few minute walk away was the infamous book depository from where Lee Harvey Oswald shot JFK.
Setting off in the 88 degree heat of the early evening, I headed over to have a look, meeting up with one of my co-workers along the way.
The site is basically an intersection on the north side of an elevated rail line. The site is a park called Dealey Plaza, with some plaques around that explain where the motorcade route was. We headed over to where the shooting took place. You stand on the side of the road, on the left is the book depository, on the right is the grassy knoll. In the middle of the street are 2 ‘X’s where the bullets hit. On the sidewalk are a few conspiracy theorists selling newspapers, but overall it’s just a small, quiet park on a well used thoroughfare. The most interesting part wasn’t the site itself, but the people who were there.
There are some steps on the side of the grassy knoll where people can sit. There must have been 15 or 20 people there having a look around. The younger people were looking around and chatting as they theorized about whether or not Lee Harvey Oswald could have squeezed off those shots in that small of a space that quickly. But there was a marked difference with the older people who came.
Many of them were just sitting and silently lost in thought as they gazed upon the place where JFK was gunned down. For them, it was a real memory, one of those things where you knew where you were and exactly what you were doing when you heard the news. The spot has a real effect on people, taking them right back to that day almost 45 years ago.
Their memories aren’t necessarily about what happened at that spot, but about their own personal experience of that event. Many would have been school children, being gathered in a hasty school assembly and sent home for the day. Many were at home watching a teary Walter Cronkite. The image of John Jr. saluting the funeral procession. At that spot, the communal experience of the assassination blended with the personal memories.
Often times we make too much of celebrities in our culture. But today, these are often the people who also become part of our daily experience through the power of mass media. Most of the time it’s trivial, but in some places, like sitting on the grassy knoll on Friday, it truly is a part of our lives.