Fifty years on

I've already written about Where was I when Kennedy died, made a neat blog: I was in Belgrade. People crying in the streets, concerts cancelled, solemn music on TV. Later, reading of international reporters shocked at the jubilation of many of Dallas' society.
Now, fifty years on, Florida, USA during the Obama administration. Reflections on that day? A kind of comfort to remember hostility and gut hatred need have nothing to do with race.