We all get born into situations we have nothing to do with. The decisions we make later comprise us; the choices we make and how we follow them up illustrate our stories.
Bobby Kennedy never had to do a damn thing but be a rich boy in a gilded world. He loved his brother and /or bought in to the instilled family loyalty, so he bit off a little trouble when his brother found himself in a mess at president. He came up with some creative ideas to mask some WH drama during the Bay of Pigs, but somewhere along the way, his heart was opened.
He fought the mob in a way no other AG had before or has since. He began to call things out aloud and in public, and when his brother was murdered in broad daylight-- he believed it was because of his own insistence that the mob must be ended. Who knows.
But that brave, unprecedented war on American mobs was only one thing.
This is how I saw him as a little girl:
http://www.clarionledger.com/story/opinion/columnists/2016/06/26/robert-kennedys-transformation-ran-through-mississippi/86351056/
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