As the son of a multimillionaire, Robert F. Kennedy grew up to know the lush green lawns of Palm Beach, the snowy slopes of Vermont, the blue skies and waters of Hyannisport. He reached manhood with the barest notion of what life is like in the slums, and with scant concern for the hollow-eyed and hungry who people them.
Nevertheless, when he was assassinated last June in Los Angeles, Bobby Kennedy was the idol of the poor and the deprived, worshiped by blacks, Mexican-Americans and Indians. Cynics were never able to reconcile this devotion. They believed that Kennedy exploited the...
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