On that same
day, hundreds, if not thousands, of other people all across
America also died suddenly.
The first
event made the news big time. Radio, television,
newspapers, the Internet. And it stayed in the news for a couple of
weeks or so.
Few, if any, of the
other sudden deaths that day received any coverage at all.
Not on radio. Not on TV. Not in newspapers. And not on the Internet.
Why?
Well, you might say
in response, people didn't know any of the others.
But did they
know Mr. Kennedy? No. They knew about him. But
they didn't know him. And there are lots of people the public knows
about whose death receives only a passing acknowledgement in the
so-called news media.
So I don't think
that that answer can reasonably explain the outpouring of
attention given to Kennedy's death when none was given to the death
of any of the others.
OK, then, how about
the value of Mr. Kennedy's life? Was his death a great loss
to the nation? Not really. He hadn't contributed anything of any
significance to his fellow Americans. Not any more than was
contributed by any of the others who suffered a violent death that
day.
What about
potential then? OK, what about it? Was his potential for
service any greater than the potential of any of the others? Who
knows?
And then there was
the placing of flowers and notes and cards on the sidewalk
in front of the building in which Mr. Kennedy had lived by people
who never knew him. Why weren't they doing the same in front of the
building in which the nine-year old who had been innocently gunned
down in a drive-by shooting and who they didn't know either lived?
Or the young man killed in a traffic accident, leaving a wife and
three small children to fend for themselves?
Why? Why,
indeed. I don't think I'll ever understand why. The best I
can come up with is that the mourners, other than the members of
Kennedy's immediate family, felt that identifying with the deceased
gave their lives for one brief moment an importance that those lives
could never otherwise possess. An importance not achievable by
identifying with any of the others who died suddenly that day or by
identifying with Mr. Kennedy himself were he still alive and
unapproachable.
Paraphrasing a
Publilius Syrus maxim of some 2,000 years ago: Some people
believe that it's only in the presence of death that we're all
equal.
If true, how
sad. You see, every life is important, simply by reason of
its own existence. As John Donne put it: The death of any man
diminishes me.
Nevertheless, may
John F. Kennedy, Jr. and all the others who died that day,
suddenly or otherwise, rest in peace.
Think about it.
