Sunday Morning Coffee — November 21, 2021 — What If?

November 21, 2021 Politics, Uncategorized 10 Comments

Yeah, I know. If “Ifs and Buts” were candy and nuts every day would be Christmas.

But they’re not. In fact, there’s only one day of Christmas. Which leads me to believe that the Jews are in the confectionary business because there are eight days of Hanukkah. Right?

So, ‘What if’ the events of fifty-eight years ago tomorrow never happened? What if November 22, 1963, was just another glorious non-eventful fall day, six calendar spots in front of Thanksgiving?

What if President John F. Kennedy would have listened to his advisers and skipped the early re-election and fundraising campaign tour to Houston and Dallas? Texas wasn’t a particularly friendly state to the President. Even with popular Lone Star statesman Lyndon Johnson on the ticket, the duo barely carried the state in 1960.

What if JFK never went to Texas, instead accepting the invite from Gettysburg to commemorate the 100th anniversary of President Lincoln’s Address?

What if emotionally disturbed, twice court-martialed former U.S. Marine and Russian sympathizer Lee Harvey Oswald never had a chance to smuggle a rifle and use his sharpshooter skills from the sixth floor of the Texas School Book Depository building in Dallas?

What if Dallas police officer J.D. Tippit wasn’t gunned down outside a downtown movie theater moments later by a fleeing Oswald? What if Officer Tippit had a chance to continue his service to his community?

What if two-bit Dallas nightclub owner and small time con guy Jack Ruby never had the opportunity to shoot and kill Oswald in the basement of a Dallas police precinct two days later as a horrified national television audience watched?

What if JFK’s murder didn’t trigger copycat executions of Malcom X, Martin Luther King Jr. and Bobby Kennedy? What if all of them, including JFK, lived?

What if the 11-year-old kid in the sixth grade at Meadowbrook Elementary School on Long Island, and his classmates, weren’t traumatized by stodgy school principal Albert Tyler’s booming PA announcement at 1:35 pm that “President Kennedy has been shot”, followed 30 minutes later by “President Kennedy is dead?” What if that never reverberated through our young hearts as our teachers openly wept?

What if that same kid’s Friday afternoon bowling league at Bowlerama wasn’t canceled? What if it was just another normal night at home, sitting around the dinner table without Walter Cronkite on the Admiral portable television with rabbit ears wrapped in tin foil? What if Mom, who couldn’t take her attention off of Mr. Cronkite, would have cooked as she did every Friday night. But instead, our dinner was delivered by Chicken Delight? What if Mom didn’t take their slogan, ‘Don’t Cook Tonight, call Chicken Delight’ literally?

What if it was just a normal cold, New York football weekend? What if school wasn’t canceled on Monday for JFK’s televised funeral and national Day of Mourning? What if Thanksgiving the next Thursday was joyous as always and let us make fun of our great-uncles as we did every year instead of having to listen to the grown-ups talk about the events of the past week?

The former Texas School Book Depository building (l) looms large over Dealey Plaza.

And what if some 52 years after the incident, still impacted by the events of November 22, 1963, that same kid, now 63, hadn’t finally visited Dealey Plaza, the assassination site? Instead of this wide and vast swath of land in the kid’s minds-eye he was disappointed to find it small and compact, resembling a movie set on the Paramount lot. What if Dealey Plaza was just another urban park known to no one outside of Dallas?

And what if the landscape of American politics hadn’t changed the way it did? What if JFK ran for a second term easily beating Republican punching bag Barry Goldwater? What if? And what if VP Lyndon Johnson had decided to run in 1968 for the top spot? Bobby Kennedy, JFK’s kid brother and sitting U.S. Attorney General, was also positioned to challenge for the nomination to succeed his brother. It would have shaped up like an episode of Succession. And just like Succession, it would have gotten ugly. Johnson and Bobby had a longstanding dislike for each other. Vince McMahon Sr. would have salivated. With JFK’s influence could he have brokered an LBJ-RFK pairing? Could they put whatever their differences were aside? Could they run as a formidable ticket or was their disdain for each other too entrenched? The Republicans would have come back with Richard Nixon in ‘68, just like real time. With no Democratic de-escalation plans for Vietnam and civil rights and urban unrest at home, Nixon wins. Supporters proudly wear their ‘They Can’t Lick Our Dick’ campaign buttons.

If Nixon would have won, American presidential history would have been virtually unchanged. However, if LBJ or Bobby or the combined ticket would have won in 1968, Nixon would be a two-time loser and gone from politics. Their Dick would have been licked. In that case, who would the Republicans have to challenge the incumbent in 1972? Nixon’s two primary foes that year were Ohio’s John Ashbrook and Pete McCloskey of California. Neither would have been a factor. Which left three Georges. George Romney, Mitts’ dad, the sitting governor of Michigan, would have been the Republican nominee. Alabama’s George Wallace, turned away by his fellow Democrats, would have run as an independent and stole votes from the Dems. The third George, McGovern, who lost to Nixon in ‘72, would have stayed in South Dakota as a senator.

Okay, I know this has gone far enough but it wouldn’t be complete without one more ‘what if?’ Let’s say in 1972 Romney and his VP, Nelson Rockefeller, run against the Kennedy brothers, Bobby and Ted. The Kennedys win as Romney and Rocky, not wanting to soil their perfectly tailored suits, tap out to spend their millions away from politics. That means in 1976 we never would have heard of Plains, Georgia, or a peanut farmer and his nutty brother. It also means Ronald Reagan, this time four years earlier in 1976, comes to the rescue and disposes of the one-term Kennedy boys. Ronnie and Nancy easily win re-election in ‘80 and his veep, another George, this one H.W. Bush, becomes a two-termer in 1984 and ‘88. From there play it forward from Bill Clinton to Saturday’s birthday boy, Uncle Joe.

Yet through it all, no matter how the chips would have fallen since 1963, and putting all covfefe aside, all this really means is one thing would have remained constant.  We still wouldn’t have a Wall.

And now, too quickly, we are again a few days away from Thanksgiving. Next to United Nations Day it’s my favorite holiday. What still irks me at this time every year is that November 22, 1963, has been reduced to a footnote, sometimes not even that much, in daily newspapers. The day that made time stand still for us Boomers, is treated like it never happened.

Which makes me want to ask, ‘What if?’

10 Comments

  • Phil says:

    One of the most fascinating books I ever read on the what if aspects from the events of that day was 11/22/63 by Stephen King. Highly recommend it

  • Fran Fisher Fishman says:

    I also was in Meadowbrook Elementary School listening to Mr Tyler. Miss Slifka was my teacher. Such memories. But who knew Chicken Delight delivered? I’d love a copy of this to send to my brother.

  • Richard S. Horowitz, DC says:

    It is very sad that there are so many “What Ifs” to think about.

    9/11. The FBI not talking to the FBI prior to this date about extremist learning to take off and not learning to land.
    The power of our legal system playing games.
    What if our police were allowed to actually do their job without being hand cuffed behind their backs.
    What would be if Hal Steinbrenner were more like his father.
    So many depressing “What ifs”.

    Be safe Roy. Life is a big “What if”.

  • Ken Rich says:

    Yes; unfortunately it is a useless exercise to think about changing the past. I say, “Let’s work together to change the future.”

  • james Murphy says:

    Roy
    The impact in Ireland was HUGH…Irish, Catholic, Charming and had visited only a short time earlier when the country stood still to admire “Its boy made good”
    Took the school system by storm and scrap books were never the same again. Shock and disbelief carried on for years…
    JM

  • David Moses says:

    well done, great commentary on something all of us remember.

  • Lew Matusow says:

    RB, the older I get—and the crazier the country gets (particularly over the past four years)—I think of that day in November and the ‘what ifs.’

    And, in a strange twist of ‘deja vu’ I was in Dallas at a timeshare convention when I took the afternoon off to visit the book depository (a great exhibition). I began daydreaming about that day and what it meant to me, our country and the world when I heard a shot!

    I raced to the window to see a black, convertible limo driving through Dealey Plaza, FBI agents jumping on to the back.

    What the hell? Was I in the Twilight Zone? What was happening?

    “Cut.”

    Yep. They were filming JFK that day and I got to ‘see’ the assassination that day, over and over. Surreal.

    And full of ‘what ifs.’

    Great stuff as usual, RB. No ‘what ifs’ about THAT.

  • Super. I wonder if we’ll ever know the truth.

  • Jeff Gebhardt says:

    Thank you Roy. In a strange twist of fate I am in Dallas on November 22nd. My daughter, Naomi, lived here and we are visiting for Thanksgiving. Missed the chance to see hundreds of Q Anon idiots hanging around Dealy Plaza today waiting for JFK Jr. to appear and announce his candidacy for VP with Donald Trump in ‘24. I was on the golf course. Crazy times.

  • Jay Schlesinger says:

    My old battleaxe of a teacher, Ms. Davies walked into our sixth grade classroom and was crying her eyes out…she was a stoic spinster and I never thought I’d see the day when tears ruled the classroom and we were all sent home from Salisbury elementary school…I wasn’t quite sure what had really happened until later that evening…a day no boomer will ever forget…that was an interesting read Roy, as every Sunday morning coffee is…well done my friend!!

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