Searching for Camelot: The Quest

RFK sits with an orphaned, Native American child called “Pretty Boy”. After RFK was murdered, Pretty Boy died two months later in a car crash on the reservation. RFK had asked the young boy to visit him that summer in Cape Cod.

Jackie and Bobby 

November 1963 Lying in state at the United States Capitol. photo credit “Abbie Rowe. White House Photograph. John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum, Boston”

Each of them appealed to the disenfranchised citizens of the world, yet they were members of the Upper Class. But in their speeches and in their actions, they fought for the American Dream. And that was their connection to us. 

The wild Campaign for the President. He often drove into the ghetto’s and small towns and met a huge crowd of supporters.

What is history but a fable agreed upon?

– Napoleon Bonaparte 

As the Queen flees the Capital to protect her children, the Prince regroups and collects his thoughts about the murder of his brother. He keeps track of the new King and makes sure he doesn’t stray too far from his brother’s policies. When the new King and the Prince are not getting along, the Prince flees the Capital for the biggest city in the Kingdom. There he plots his new quest to reclaim the Throne. 

This sounds like the type of history we read about in books or see in plays and movies. Writers throughout history have tried to portray the unique personalities who play in these games of thrones. Human nature has not changed. In this film we try to show that the quest for power is still full of dark and evil games. 

I remember the sixties because my parents always watched the news shows like Cronkite or Huntley/Brinkley. Little did they know that I was down in the finished basement with a large clunker of a TV set watching both sports and the news shows. I was as interested in sports as I was in politics because they were games played by powerful people who won and lost with dignity or dishonor. I followed the sixties as my idealism turned to anger. Our dreams and hopes seemed to end after RFK’s death. After years of asking people, I sensed that the country was rocked by JFK, shocked by Martin Luther King, and finally succumbed to despair with the murder of RFK. 

The idealism of the early 60’s became the stoic reality of the late 60’s where idealism met the new realism. We all knew that it was better to go underground and assimilate in the subculture which ironically became mainstream within the next decades. We became masters of disguise with any “radical” thoughts. Who wanted to get beat up or go to jail or even worse be killed? That was the new realism for most of us sixties kids. 

From my perspective, the story of John, Jackie and Bobby falls somewhere between a Shakespearian tragedy and a Greek tragedy. Were their lives a story of fate dictated by their father and, in Jackie’s case, her mother? Did the Kennedy brothers exhibit a hubris that lead to their death? Was Their fatal flaw their attempts to challenge the gods of power in America and the World? 

Is it a coincidence that two Boston bred Catholics with a liberal philosophy were murdered as they attempted to change the way we governed and the way we lived? In either case, I hope we can agree it was an American Tragedy of epic proportions. It is as contemporary as Shakespeare and as timeless as the Greeks. And I hope we can still dream about the days of Camelot.

Campaigning in California.