When Trujillo’s thugs strangled and clubbed them
to death that bloody November Friday
in 1960, I was in the gym,
prepping for our evening basketball game.
Kennedy had been elected three weeks
earlier. In late May, as I grasped my
diploma, Trujillo’s Chevy was streaked
with bullets, guns supplied by CIA.
The sisters were Catholic. Trujillo
was Catholic. Kennedy Catholic.
I was Catholic. Within three years, though,
just after JFK’s shooting, I quit
going to church. I still must resist her.
But like the U.N., I honor the sisters.
Roger Armbrust
April 22, 2020
