WE WERE THERE!
My wife Vickie and I were at that most memorable event that night on November 21, 1963, the JFK's visit with LULAC at the Rice Hotel . I will never forget. I was only 28, lived in Richmond, Texas with my wife and 2 children, full of dreams that finally we had someone that would listen to us The Latinos. That we were embarking in a new era of equality and acceptance, of having a feeling that we belong. It's so sad that that our dreams were to be crushed the following day on November 22, 1963 in Dallas, Texas, when President Kennedy was assassinated.
And the struggle continues. Hopefully my kids or grand kids will one day live a life as in "CAMELOT"
I hear you Tio Lawrence. There have been changes although some may think not enough and "others" that too much. You are right the struggle continues although abuses are more subtle nowadays but still there. I do pray that grandkids will have seen even more improvements.
I'm glad I found someone that understands the message. True it has changed but not there yet. Trouble is that this young generation do not have a clue what the previous had to go through. And so they can't see the tree for the forest and are duped too easy into thinking that everything is just fine.
Mr. Herrera was my uncle. I have so many memories of family get together's, holiday's and parties.. I also had the honor of working for my Uncle. I had the pleasure of watching him in the court room. He was larger than life. I miss him dearly. I would love to be informed of any other activities that involve him.
This was lovvely to read
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.