Robert Francis Kennedy - Blog Posts

It's absolutely atmospheric, Bobby, absolutely.

Attorney General Robert Kennedy photographed by Henri Cartier-Bresson in his office, 1961.

When I was very young, my father was focused on justice as in making sure that people who had ripped off their fellow workers or their employees should be brought to justice. Then later on, he became interested in justice for the whole country. – Kathleen Kennedy Townsend, Robert Kennedy’s daughter

It was a team game, brilliant teamwork.

John Kennedy wasn’t just speaking Robert Kennedy’s words because he improvises at the end of the speech. Robert Kennedy got him to the plate, but it’s John Kennedy who hit the ball out of the park. | American Dynasties: The Kennedys (2018)

profile of grace

Well. I won't use watercolors, and I didn't want to use them. I don't have an art education, so... Yeah I know I have mistakes. I tried my best, with all my love, but damn... Bobby! You deserve better.

Just look! It's... I mean ... Uh, he's so cute!!

Bobby Kennedy, 1964

Oh God. K. I'm crying, thanks.

The horrible year that was 1968 came to an end with the RFK children putting a book together for their mother memorializing Bobby. David’s entry was the standout - an extraordinary piece for a 13-year-old. 

“Daddy was very funny in church because he would embarrass all of us by singing very loud. Daddy did not have a very good voice. There will be no more football with Daddy, no more swimming with him, no more riding with him and no more camping with him. But he was the best father there ever was and I would rather have him for a father for the length of time I did than any other father for a million years.”

- Behind Blue Eyes: The Biography of David Anthony Kennedy by Grahame Bedford

Fear not the path of Truth for the lack of People walking on it.

Damn, I would love to be outside that door!!

kiss-kiss

bye-bye

“In August 1964, Robert F. Kennedy took the podium at the Democratic Convention in Atlantic City. Immediately, a roar of applause took the whole hall. The crowd wouldn't let him speak, they wouldn’t let go of him. He was the representation of what they had lost. If the delegates had a sense of loss, imagine what his feelings were. Every day, every hour, every minute, he felt the loss of his brother. The pandemonium went on for twenty-two long minutes. As the crowd finally grew quiet, he bared his grief, enshrining his brother in words from Romeo and Juliet. When he was finished speaking, he left the hall, sat on the fire escape, and wept.” • RFK: An American Experience