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memorial service for jfk jr. and carolyn bessette (july 23, 1999). “once, when they asked john what he would do if he went into politics and was elected president, he said: "i guess the first thing is call up uncle teddy and gloat." i loved that. it was so like his father. from the first day of his life, john seemed to belong not only to our family, but to the american family. the whole world knew his name before he did. a famous photograph showed john racing across the lawn as his father landed in the white house helicopter and swept up john in his arms. when my brother saw that photo, he exclaimed, "every mother in the united states is saying, 'isn't it wonderful to see that love between a son and his father, the way that john races to be with his father.' little do they know that son would have raced right by his father to get to that helicopter." but john was so much more than those long ago images emblazoned in our minds. he was a boy who grew into a man with a zest for life and a love of adventure. he was a pied piper who brought us all along. he was blessed with a father and mother who never thought anything mattered more than their children. when they left the white house, jackie's soft and gentle voice and unbreakable strength of spirit guided him surely and securely to the future. he had a legacy, and he learned to treasure it. he was part of a legend, and he learned to live with it. above all, jackie gave him a place to be himself, to grow up, to laugh and cry, to dream and strive on his own. john learned that lesson well. he had amazing grace. he accepted who he was, but he cared more about what he could and should become. he saw things that could be lost in the glare of the spotlight. and he could laugh at the absurdity of too much pomp and circumstance. he loved to travel across this city by subway, bicycle and roller blade. he lived as if he were unrecognizable — although he was known by everyone he encountered. he always introduced himself, rather than take anything for granted. he drove his own car and flew his own plane, which is how he wanted it. he was the king of his domain. he thought politics should be an integral part of our popular culture and that popular culture should be an integral part of politics. he transformed that belief into the creation of george. john shaped and honed a fresh, often irreverent journal. his new political magazine attracted a new generation, many of whom had never read about politics before. john also brought to george a wit that was quick and sure. the premier issue of george caused a stir with a cover photograph of cindy crawford dressed as george washington with a bare belly button. the "reliable source" in the washington post printed a mock cover of george showing not cindy crawford, but me dressed as george washington, with my belly button exposed. i suggested to john that perhaps i should have been the model for the first cover of his magazine. without missing a beat, john told me that he stood by his original editorial decision. john brought this same playful wit to other aspects of his life. he campaigned for me during my 1994 election and always caused a stir when he arrived in massachusetts. before one of his trips to boston, john told the campaign he was bringing along a companion, but would need only one hotel room. interested, but discreet, a senior campaign worker picked john up at the airport and prepared to handle any media barrage that might accompany john's arrival with his mystery companion. john landed with the companion all right — an enormous german shepherd dog named sam he had just rescued from the pound. he loved to talk about the expression on the campaign worker's face and the reaction of the clerk at the charles hotel when john and sam checked in. i think now not only of these wonderful adventures, but of the kind of person john was. he was the son who quietly gave extraordinary time and ideas to the institute of politics at harvard that bears his father's name. he brought to the institute his distinctive insight that politics could have a broader appeal, that it was not just about elections, but about the larger forces that shape our whole society. john was also the son who was once protected by his mother.he went on to become her pride — and then her protector in her final days. he was the kennedy who loved us all, but who especially cherished his sister, caroline, celebrated her brilliance and took strength and joy from their lifelong mutual admiration society. and for a thousand days, he was a husband who adored the wife who became his perfect soul mate. john's father taught us all to reach for the moon and the stars. John did that in all he did — and he found his shining star when he married carolyn bessette. how often our family will think of the two of them, cuddling affectionately on a boat, surrounded by family — aunts, uncles, caroline and ed and their children, rose, tatiana, and jack — kennedy cousins, radziwill cousins, shriver cousins, smith cousins, law ford cousins — as we sailed nantucket sound. then we would come home “and before dinner, on the lawn where his father had played, john would lead a spirited game of touch football. and his beautiful young wife — the new pride of the kennedys — would cheer for john's team and delight her nieces and nephews with her somersaults. we loved carolyn. she and her sister, lauren, were young, extraordinary women of high accomplishment — and their own limitless possibilities. we mourn their loss and honor their lives. the bessette and freeman families will always be part of ours. john was a serious man who brightened our lives with his smile and his grace. he was a son of privilege who founded a program called reaching up to train better caregivers for the mentally disabled. he joined wall street executives on the robin hood foundation to help the city's impoverished children. and he did it all so quietly, without ever calling attention to himself. john was one of jackie's two miracles. he was still becoming the person he would be, and doing it by the beat of his own drummer. he had only just begun. there was in him a great promise of things to come. the irish ambassador recited a poem to john's father and mother soon after john was born. i can hear it again now, at this different and difficult moment: "we wish to the new child a heart that can be beguiled by a flower that the wind lifts as it passes. if the storms break for him may the trees shake for him their blossoms down. in the night that he is troubled may a friend wake for him so that his time may be doubled, and at the end of all loving and love, may the man above give him a crown." we thank the millions who have rained blossoms down on john's memory. he and his bride have gone to be with his mother and father, where there will never be an end to love. he was lost on that troubled night — but we will always wake for him, so that his time, which was not doubled, but cut in half, will live forever in our memory, and in our beguiled and broken hearts. we dared to think, in that other irish phrase, that this john kennedy would live to comb gray hair, with his beloved carolyn by his side. but like his father, he had every gift but length of years. we who have loved him from the day he was born, and watched the remarkable man he became, now bid him farewell. god bless you, john and carolyn. we love you and we always will.” - ted kennedy.

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"In my life, I have watched John Kennedy talk on television about missiles in Cuba. I saw Lyndon Johnson look Richard Russell squarely in the eye and and say, "And we shall overcome." I saw Richard Nixon resign and Gerald Ford tell the Congress that our long national nightmare was over. I saw Jimmy Carter talk about malaise and Ronald Reagan talk about a shining city on a hill. I saw George H.W. Bush deliver the eulogy for the Soviet bloc, and Bill Clinton comfort the survivors of Timothy McVeigh's madness in Oklahoma City. I saw George W. Bush struggle to make sense of it all on September 11, 2001, and I saw Barack Obama sing 'Amazing Grace' in the wounded sanctuary of Mother Emanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina. "These were the presidents of my lifetime. These were not perfect men. They were not perfect presidents, god knows. Not one of them was that. But they approached the job, and they took to the podium, with all the gravitas they could muster as appropriate to the job. They tried, at least, to reach for something in the presidency that was beyond their grasp as ordinary human beings. They were not all ennobled by the attempt, but they tried nonetheless. "And comes now this hopeless, vicious buffoon, and the audience of equally hopeless and vicious buffoons who laughed and cheered when he made sport of a woman whose lasting memory of the trauma she suffered is the laughter of the perpetrators. Now he comes, a man swathed in scandal, with no interest beyond what he can put in his pocket and what he can put over on a universe of suckers, and he does something like this while occupying an office that we gave him, and while endowed with a public trust that he dishonors every day he wakes up in the White House. "The scion of a multigenerational criminal enterprise, the parameters of which we are only now beginning to comprehend. A vessel for all the worst elements of the American condition. And a cheap, soulless bully besides. We never have had such a cheap counterfeit of a president* as currently occupies the office. We never have had a president* so completely deserving of scorn and yet so small in the office that it almost seems a waste of time and energy to summon up the requisite contempt. "Watch how a republic dies in the empty eyes of an empty man who feels nothing but his own imaginary greatness, and who cannot find in himself the decency simply to shut up even when it is in his best interest to do so. Presidents don't have to be heroes to be good presidents. They just have to realize that their humanity is our common humanity, and that their political commonwealth is our political commonwealth, too. Watch him behind the seal of the President of the United States. Isn't he a funny man? Isn't what happened to that lady hilarious? Watch the assembled morons cheer. This is the only story now." - Charles Pierce

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