Walking up to this massive white monument as a child I remember thinking it must contain something really spectacular. The disappointment upon seeing the empty space was a dramatic letdown. Twenty years later I was downtown for jury duty and decided to take another look. Again, there was the buildup of anticipation and the disappointing emptiness. There should be a statue in here. Where is Kennedy?! That’s when it dawned on me this memorial isn’t about the glorification of JFK. It’s about the eradication of future potential. Today I find this memorial to be a somber place for personal reflection very much like the Rothko Chapel in Houston.
646 Main St. Dallas TX.
Copyright 2012, Brad Ford Smith.