“I’d rather my children red than dead,”
~ John F. Kennedy to Mimi Alford during the Cuban Missile Crisis
Mimi Alford’s new explosive tell-all, “Once Upon a Secret: My Affair with President John F. Kennedy and Its Aftermath,” portrays a man who was more his father’s son than the image we were sold. Perhaps it is time for the legacy of the Kennedys to end?
According to the book, he seduced a 19 year old virgin in his wife’s bedroom, dared her into performing a sex act on a friend, and pushed her into taking poppers or something similar. He never changed until the day he died.
The author was old enough at 19 to have said “No.” Also, JFK is not around to defend himself.
Here is one excerpt from the book:
…Four days into her internship, she was invited by an aide to go for a midday swim in the White House pool, where the handsome, 45-year-old president swam daily to ease chronic back pain. JFK slid into the pool and floated up to her.
“It’s Mimi, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“And you’re in the press office this summer, right?”
“Yes, sir, I am,” she replied.
Lightning had struck. Later that day, Mimi was invited by Dave Powers, the president’s “first friend” and later the longtime curator of the Kennedy Library in Boston, to an after-work party. When she arrived at the White House residence, Powers and two other young female staffers were waiting. Powers poured, and frequently refilled, her glass with daiquiris until the commander-in-chief arrived.
The president invited her for a personal tour. She got up, expecting the rest of the group to follow. They didn’t. He took her to “Mrs. Kennedy’s room.”
“I noticed he was moving closer and closer. I could feel his breath on my neck. He put his hand on my shoulder,” she recounts.
The next thing she knew, he was standing above her, looking directly into her eyes and guiding her to the edge of the bed.
“Slowly, he unbuttoned the top of my shirtdress and touched my breasts.
“Then he reached up between my legs and started to pull off my underwear.
“I finished unbuttoning my shirtdress and let it fall off my shoulders.”
Kennedy pulled down his pants but, with his shirt still on, hovered above her on the bed.
He smelled of his cologne, 4711. He paused when he noticed her resisting.
“Haven’t you done this before?” he asked.
“No,” she said.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
So he kept going, this time a little more gently.
“After he finished, he hitched up his pants and smiled at me” and pointed her to the bathroom.
When she was finished, he was outside in the West Sitting Hall, where their evening had begun.
“I was in shock,” she writes. “He, on the other hand, was matter-of-fact, and acted as if what had just occurred was the most natural thing in the world.”
“Would you like something to eat?” he asked. “The kitchen’s right here.”
“No, thank you, Mr. President.”
He called a car to come pick her up and take her home.
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