JFK Assassination

In November of 1963, my mom was in the hospital for something minor. I was visiting with her after school. She had a TV in her room (not all of them did). We were watching some soap opera that she liked when the network broke in with the news about Kennedy being shot in Dealy Plaza in Dallas. 

My mom and I were transfixed by the report. Me, because I had liked JFK, and my mom, because she thought the Catholics were going to riot in the streets.  My mom and dad were both racists, and anti-Catholic in about equal measure. My mom believed that the Catholics had guns and ammo stored in the basements of their churches, just waiting for the catalyst to begin a religious riot. Kennedy was the first Catholic president, and my mom was convinced this was the spark to light the powder keg.