He was young, dashing, and refreshing. JFK brought youthful idealism to the very core of our nation. Woman swooned; men opined; children dreamed. In Paul Simon's words, "Time it was and what a time it was. A time of innocence. A time of confidences." But, author Joseph Conrad, who made it his devotion to warn others concerning the imprudence of idealism, might turn over in his grave at the obsession with the Kennedys.
And, I learned as a child that Camelot had a huge chink in its idealistic armor. I was 6 years old when the Cuban missile crises took place. I recall those tense moments on television that sent my young emotions into a tailspin. My dad, however, a WWII veteran, always assured me that the Russians were as afraid of us as we were of them. Years later he declared that Kennedy failed to get all those missiles out of Cuba and that he should never have allowed the Berlin wall to go up.
Author Frederick Kempe recently published a book declaring Camelot to be not so Camelot. I'll let Beldar explain the matter and link readers to the book.
Most of you have read books or watched movies about the "Missiles of October," and for the last half century those have nearly uniformly depicted the Kennedy brothers as smart, calm, and shrewd actors who saved the world from disaster. Well, this book is the other half of that story — how those two brothers were culpably responsible for taking the world to the brink of that disaster, and indeed, how they took the U.S. from a position of overwhelming strength and unquestioned strategic superiority under Eisenhower to a full-scale retreat from American commitments around the globe in less than two years. You will definitely be better informed about world history, and particular about the Cold War, after you finish this book. And you'll probably wince the next time you hear anyone refer to Camelot.
Bismarck said that "God has a special providence for fools, drunks, and the United States of America." I hope that's true, but this book suggests that He certainly had a special providence for a hard-drinking, drug-addled, skirt-chasing young Irish-American fool who managed to become POTUS when he didn't have a clue how to perform that job responsibly. This book further convinces me that it was only by divine grace that the world survived long enough for me to see my fifth birthday.









