JFK Jr.,

JFK Jr.,

  On his 3rd birthday, salutes his father, President John Fitzgerald Kennedy as his coffin passes by his sister Carolyn, mother Jackie, Bobby, Ted and the rest of the Kennedy clan. On a cold and blustery day 25, November 1963 in Washington D.C. It would seem odd to me then and now, that despite the hellish nightmare of those four days in 1963, there were no  hard questions asked of the Dallas Police, The Secret Service, The F.B.I. or the C.I.A. As it seemed a dark cloud of grief had silenced all the people. Perhaps this was expected by the evil, elite, cabal who laid the plans, made the arrangements, executed the man, told the lies,  and stood with the mourners at the grave. Then watched thr ritual of lighting the eternal flame that still burns, signifying to all men, to remember and never ever forget, that no man, not even this great man, will stop them from their plans. Now today, it is still the same quiet. No one is asking any questions. No one is asking for the truth. No one is even standing.                           

                       "JFK Jr., 25,November 1963" Ink on matte board,22 X 20 ©RO'R 1996