How may know, I wonder, JFK spent time living in Argentina. He perhaps could have been considered a neighbor of my father who lived in that area during his youth actually.
JFK fell in love there and wanted to marry an Argentinian woman. But fate would change his life to become who he was to us – president of the United States married to Jackie. The woman he fell in love with before Jackie was also from a political family, and they therefore had reason to interact politically over the years of his presidency and they kept in touch until his death. He apparently loved Argentina, enough Jackie made a special trip after her husbands death to spend time with the family he lived with.
This information is public knowledge and came to me unexpectedly about a year and a half ago. For me it was another piece of the puzzle explaining my complicated history.
How many know that John jr. called himself Juan when he was a young child. A fragment that seems insignificant and hardly worth mentioning. Not to me.
How would John jr.’s life changed had he not been seriously considering running for office? Would he still be alive today had he chose to remain out of politics?
How different would my life have been had I been told the truth about my heritage and allowed to decide for myself what to do with such information?
It is my belief it was JFK’s connections which allowed me to have those first 2 years of my life with such loving people in my parents absence. Not of course, the family whom JFK lived with himself, but a couple from the area. I’m sure it was believed I would remain safe there. I’m sure they believed this secret would remain safe with me tucked away in rural Argentina who would care? It was underestimated the level of fear my father represented to those whose powers were once again threatened by his determination.
Politics is nothing more than a game with the players all vying for control and power through financial gain.
My father was not a politician. He was a doctor then a soldier and always a man who believed the elite should not have control over the worlds resources at the expense of those less fortunate. This was why he became a soldier – to fight for those who could not fight back themselves.
Being a soldier means you are caught in a political game though, your life expendable while those who move the chess pieces around the board from safety decide your fate and the fate of the rest of us as we try to live the best life we can.
My point is none of know the whole truth about those in power because they have the means to protect themselves, insulated by the very systems they put in place to keep us under control. They use the system to their benefit, often inflicting their poor judgement on those they are meant to serve.
They do not suffer the consequences of their decisions as we do, therefore they do not have understanding of what correct choices mean for the whole. We like the soldier, become expendable in their game played from such a distance we become invisible.
We believe we know them based on what they allow us to see – like the western town which is nothing more than a facade, an optical illusion. None of us have all the information, yet we allow their hypocrisy.
In my parents day there were rules for the upper class, although their financial privilege afforded them many indiscretions and the ability to hide them. To the world though, one had an image to uphold.
Although my mother was far from perfect and she regularly broke the rules because she had the ability to hide her indiscretions, she had a class and grace she was born with which made her admirable despite her faults.
During her time in the White House she endeavoured to share her knowledge and desire for the importance of the arts to be displayed throughout. It meant a great deal to her the culture and history remained in a way for all who walked the halls to appreciate, especially those less fortunate to not have had the cultural influences she was given.
Today the inhabitants of the White House don’t follow any rules, have no respect for anything or anyone, let alone culture, history or the arts It is not a surprise my mothers rose garden was paved over – a cold and intentional act meant to be a slap in the face because of how much she was loved. Nor does it surprise me the White House is reduced now to all the glitter of a dime store facade. It suits the man pretending he is important.
My father was more like my mother’s husband than most would realize and it is not surprising they both had to be killed. Each were trying to stop the wheel of destruction we are now faced with.
It was Batista whom my father helped to take down under Castro. Cuba during that time, was the playground for the mob – the loss for them when Castro came into power would have been immense. JFK also was, in his own way, trying to undo the corruption in government connected to the mafia.
Over the years I’ve tried to understand why each president other than Obama and Biden have felt the need to destroy Cuba. It is not for resources, nor I think location, so it occurred to me of late it is retaliation. We now have in power the North American version of Batista – a vile man who is willing to destroy the lives of so many in order to take back ownership of what was lost with Castro’s revolution. He is the perfect puppet for the job because the only things he cares about is money and power, even if it’s an illusion – he actually believes he’s got great power right now.
The blood of every Cuban losing their life in this inhumane struggle, will be on his hands and those who support him. It is appalling to to see such disregard for the people of Cuba and well beyond inhumane to keep them from acquiring the very basic needs to survive and then laugh about it.
And now we have Iran and the idiocy of starting yet another war to feed the ego of the corrupt leader of Israel.
He claims he will keep attacking until there is peace in Iran – and I ask how is that even possible? Peace can never be found at the end of a gun. Silence from such devastation is not peace. It is the pot holding the simmering hatred towards those responsible for the destruction of their homes, their lives and their country without regret or understanding of what they were doing or honesty about their decision to begin this war. In the silence are the seeds of retaliation for such needless loss, the cost of which will never be fully calculated or recovered.
This is not a righteous war meant to free the people from tyranny. It is a plan to replace one dictator with another. It is an age old power struggle which will continue until there is nothing left to fight over or until those in uniform say No More! and lay down their weapons, refuse to bomb innocent people and refuse to be deployed to fight in a country they don’t live in.
I repeat…..peace cannot be achieved through hatred and acts of violence, with weapons. Peace will come only when forgiveness is more important than winning through retaliation.
Peace will come when resources are shared openly for the benefit of all, rather than being controlled by the elite.
Peace will come when our differences are respected not exploited, accepted through dialogue not feared.
My father through his life and all he’s been able to impart in me both before and after his death, taught me you have to be ready and accepting of death as a consequence of defending your morality, integrity and the truth. He meant the one truth we all carry, not the myriad of truths people tell themselves to never have to change in order to continue living the way they have become comfortable with.
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