Let humanity transcend politics and parties
Kerri Thoreson
On Nov. 22, 1963, I was an 11-year-old sixth grader in LaHabra, Calif., I recall being in the cafeteria and getting ready for my duty as a student lunch-ticket-taker. Before all of the kids came in for lunch, the adults gathered in little groups talking. Not long after, they announced that the president had been assassinated and we were all to go home for the day. Most of us had no clue what assassinated meant, but we knew that getting out of school early on a sunny Friday was a good thing.
I ran most of the several blocks home and into the house. My mother, then in her early 30s, was sitting on a footstool in front of our black and white TV watching the breaking news with tears running down her face. Ours was a political family and I knew she wasn’t much of a fan of President John F. Kennedy, so I asked her why she was so sad.
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