The Death of Another Kennedy

Happy end of summer (or is it?)
The death of Ted Kennedy brings me back to the summer of 1968, when Bobby Kennedy (RFK) died.
It was the beginning of the summer of 1968, I was 17 years old, thin, I had completed my first year of college at St. Johns University and I was one of a handful of paid employees on the staff of RFK for President, 1968 New York. I was hired because of my experience in running the physical plant of city/wide state/wide political campaigns, and was hired to help run the Eugene Nickerson for U S Senate campaign (run the office, put out mailings, create, prepare, and distribute campaign literature, etc.)
I started working in big city political campaigns when I was 14, when I was on the staff of Screvane, Lehman, Moynihan, during the mayoral election of 1965, and was somewhat of a prodigy. Somewhere in a box are several articles written about me in New York Newspapers when I was a teenager.
I had gotten a call from Ken Auletta, whom I had worked with before in Howard Samuels campaigns, and asked if I would work for the campaign. He was the campaign manager.
I had previously worked for RFK. In 1966 I was employed by “Citizens for a New Constitution”. It was a voter referendum to have a constitutional convention for New York State. It passed, they had the convention, but the new constitution didn’t pass when it was voted on in 1967. I’ll never forget that RFK did the TV commercial to tell people to vote for the referendum. After he made the commercial, we had to go through all kinds of gymnastics to get his social security number, because theoretically he received payment for doing the commercial (the Kennedy’s were never union busters so he got paid scale). There are calls for a new constitution in New York currently, especially with the shenanigans over the leadership of the Senate this past session.
Gene Nickerson was the first democratic county executive in Nassau County. He was a good guy. Bobby Kennedy recognized his abilities and persuaded him to run for US Senate on his ticket. We were running against Joe Resnick, an upstate congressman with a lot of money, who hated Bobby Kennedy; and Paul O ‘Dwyer, who was a New York liberal, running with Eugene McCarthy. We were the favorites, because Kennedy was expected to win the New York primary by a landslide, and we were going to coast in on his coat tails.
Just before the California Primary, Joe Resnick took out a full page ad in the New York Times that said: Bobby Kennedy is a liar. We couldn’t wait for RFK to come in and kick his butt.
The Kennedy Presidential campaign headquarters were set up in a two story store front in mid Manhattan. There was a room where they had the Xerox machine, postage meter, mimeograph machines, etc. A work room. There was also a juke box in this room. But the juke box only had a couple of records on it. The song that kept playing was MacArthur Park. It gets to you after a while, the same long song.
We were located inside in one of the corners. Not a whole lot had occurred in the campaign up to that point, because we didn’t have any money, because the Kennedy money was being used to fight the various primaries around the country. We were busy planning for the day that the campaign was going to return to New York, and what we were going to do then.
That would be the day that RFK comes back to New York to campaign to win the New York Primary-
That was the day after the California primary.
The campaign was supposed to start on June 6, 1968.
We were meeting at 5 am, to start. We were going out on walking tours, rally’s, all over the state with Gene Nickerson along with RFK,
But early in the morning on June 6th, (or in the middle of the night- depends upon how you look at it), my father woke me up to tell me that RFK had been shot.
So on June 6th, 1968; instead of going to work, ready to run, ready to start our state wide senatorial campaign, I walked into a wake.
People were standing around crying, moping, understandably upset.
Well, we had a funeral to run.
First thing that we had to do was send out the invitations.
We are talking about the days before fax machines.
This was the days of the telex. The telex was a cylinder (round) machine that had a metal band around it which spun and sent the message to another telex machine somehow. 1960’s high tech.
We invited every congressman, senator, head of state, governor, mucky muck in the world (except for Joe Resnick, but he showed up anyway). Everyone had to get a telegram or a telex.
We cut the list into manageable sizes, and we delivered them to Western Union offices, and to friends of the campaign who had telex machines in their office.
RFK was laid out at St Patrick’s, and the line to see the coffin was never ending. But they made arrangements for a special time for us to jump the line and pay our last respects.
And then we had to make the arrangements for the train to Washington, the guest list, limo arrangements, seating arrangements, provide for food. All this stuff had to be done.
Can you imagine the arrangements that went into Ted Kennedy’s funeral where they had months to prepare? Longest funeral I’ve ever seen on TV. They even had to provide for umbrellas in case it rained, which it did- did you see all the umbrellas?
Gene Nickerson, the senatorial candidate without a presidential candidate, was still running. But no one wanted to do anything. No active campaigning for a while, don’t forget Martin Luther King had just been assassinated, and now Bobby. All campaigning came to a halt for all of the campaigns.
Except for me.
I didn’t take the train to Washington. I had a campaign to run. I was a professional.
I decided that we would put out a negative mailing about Joe Resnick. The press had noted that he wasn’t invited to the funeral and he showed up anyway.
First thing I did was order One Million Envelopes for the Kennedy campaign. I had them bring it to the shop where the Kennedy mailings were done, so that they would address them (I “borrowed” the Kennedy mailing list). (These were the days before computers also. Rolodex was everything. While everyone was grieving, I was rolodexing).
There was no one to confirm or deny my order, so they did it on my say so, although I had no authorization, just a lot of nerve. I was 17 years old. Besides I had all the right names, numbers, etc.
The campaign finance director owned an insurance company on Madison Avenue. They had three real commercial grade mimeograph machines/ printing presses. I was given access to the equipment, a couple employees, and sufficient supplies after 5pm, and we ran them over night, and printed the million copies of stuff that had to go into the envelopes.
After the funeral, we moved out of the Kennedy Headquarters, into the Doral Hotel on Park Avenue. (I wonder if it’s still there or still called the Doral.) Nickerson and his home staff were from Long Island so they needed a place to change clothes, and stay, etc. I took over their living room, and added an extra room or two to run the campaign from.
I set up a couple of rooms with long tables and showed people how to stuff envelopes (pre-folded the stuffing’s, put them in order, open up the backs of the envelopes- I was pretty good at this stuff).
I grabbed Nickerson, his wife, and his 4 daughters and had them stuff envelopes too. All the mucky mucks from Long Island got to stuff envelopes. And everyone had a great time. Took everyone’s mind off of the assassination.
I stopped people walking on Park Avenue, in front of the hotel, and asked them if they would help Kennedy, and come in and stuff envelopes.
Some of the people who worked in the hotel helped.
I was able to get some of the Kennedy people to help out.
We bought sandwiches’ from a deli on Park Avenue.
I borrowed the Kennedy postage meter. (It had just been loaded because the campaign was about to get started, and they never used it)
I would fill up big postage bags full of mail, and when we had 4 or 5 of them I would take them to the post office. I would go to different post offices because the postal workers often would leave bags around if there were too many. I remember coming back from a run to the post office around 2 or 3 am and parking in front thinking I’d be out again shortly, but I fell asleep. Luckily someone was up when the tow truck was about to take the car (rush hour).
But the mailing got out.
A job well done.
But, unfortunately we lost the primary the following Tuesday.
Thanks to my mailing, Paul O ‘Dwyer won the primary. (His people will say that my mailing had nothing to do with it, but call it literary license, as we get older, our stories get better). I suppose we should have said something in the mailing about voting for us. But we didn’t.
Jacob Javits and Richard Nixon won the general election.
Gene Nickerson went on to become a federal court judge, presiding over Abner Louima, and finding Chin Gigante fit to stand trial. He died in 2002.
Ken Auletta is now a distinguished award winning Journalist, who writes books about media, has written the media column in the New Yorker since 1982, and has written several best sellers. His 11th book, “Googled, the end of the world as we know it” is being published this fall.
After a very short stint with Hubert Humphrey (I quit during the Democratic National Convention), I wound up at Andrew Stein for Assembly but that’s another story for another email.
……….to be continued
NOTES:
After I finished writing this story, I put on my sneakers, and went outside, took out the lawn mower, checked the oil, added some gasoline, took out my hearing aid, and mowed the lawn. Even though I hadn’t done it in almost two months, it all came right back. It’s like riding a bike, once you get started it all comes back.

You know one of the nicest things about mowing the lawn for me is that I don’t have to hear. I put my hearing aid into this small jar with these little balls in it that absorb the moisture, and for a while, I am free, free of having to try to hear, and free of the anxiety of not hearing.