Must Reads: The busboy who tried to help a wounded Robert F. Kennedy in 1968 dies. His life was haunted by the violence
Juan Romero struggled for decades with a memory he could not escape.
He left Los Angeles and moved to Wyoming, later came back west and settled in San Jose, raised a family and devoted himself to construction work.
But still he was haunted by what happened just after midnight June 5, 1968, when he was on duty as a busboy at the Ambassador Hotel on Wilshire Boulevard near Koreatown. That was the night an assassin took aim at Robert F. Kennedy, a candidate for president of the United States. Romero, just 17 at the time, squatted next to the fallen U.S. senator, cradled Kennedy’s head, and tried to help him up before realizing how gravely wounded Kennedy was.
The photos of that moment, with confusion and despair in Romero’s young, dark eyes, made for searing portraits of 1960s upheaval and followed by two months the assassination of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. and by five years the assassination of RFK’s brother, President John F. Kennedy.
It was only in recent years that Romero began to let go, and in my visits with him three years ago and again this past June, he seemed to have been revived. Finally, he said, he was able to mark his birthday after years of refusing to celebrate because it was in the same month as RFK’s assassination.
That only made the news of Romero’s death this week in Modesto, at age 68, seem all the more tragic.
“He had a heart attack several days ago and his brain went too long without oxygen,” said his longtime friend, TV newsman Rigo Chacon of San Jose. “He passed away on Monday morning.”
A niece and a brother confirmed Romero’s death, but family members were unavailable for comment.
Romero had not been ill, Chacon said. When I met with Romero in June, on the 50th anniversary of Kennedy’s death, he told me he loved the hard, sweaty work of paving driveways and roads, and he had no intention of retiring. His marriage had failed many years earlier, but he said he was in regular contact with his children from that marriage, and he was giddy about a new romance with a Modesto woman.
That day, we met at a downtown San Jose park, near a monument to Kennedy. The candidate had spoken there not long before his death and told throngs of supporters that poverty and illiteracy were indecent, and he warned of “an erosion of a sense of national decency.”
Like many Latinos in Los Angeles in 1968, 17-year-old Juan Romero, a busboy at the Ambassador Hotel, admired Robert F. Kennedy. The night before the California primary he had delivered room service to Kennedy’s hotel suite and had shaken the candidate’s hand.
“He shook my hand as hard as anyone had ever shaken it,” Romero told the Los Angeles Times’ Steve Lopez 35 years later. “I walked out of there 20 feet tall, thinking, ‘I’m not just a busboy, I’m a human being.’ He made me feel that way.”
In your words: Share your memories of Robert F. Kennedy and 1968 (William Dietsch / Los Angeles Times)
Busboy Juan Romero, 17, comforts Robert F. Kennedy moments after Kennedy had been shot in the pantry of the Ambassador Hotel kitchen.
Thirty-five years later, Romero would tell Times columnist Steve Lopez: “He was looking up at the ceiling, and I thought he’d banged his head. I asked, ‘Are you OK? Can you get up?’ ”
In your words: Share your memories of Robert F. Kennedy and 1968 (Boris Yaro / Los Angeles Times)
Robert F. Kennedy, still conscious after the shooting, but mortally wounded.
Describing the scene in the pantry, journalist Jimmy Breslin wrote for the next day’s editions, “Robert Kennedy is on his back. He has this sad look on his face. His lips are open in pain and disgust. His right eye rolls up in his head and his left eye closes but still there is this sadness in his face. You see, he knows so much about this thing.” (Boris Yaro / Los Angeles Times)
“Pray for Bobby”
Lee and Keith Dale, 17 and 15 years old, of Hawthorne, maintain a vigil outside Good Samaritan Hospital, where Kennedy lay gravely wounded.
Describing the scene at the hospital, The Times reported, “A vigil began at Kennedy’s bedside -- a vigil which was observed in the hallways, by newsmen outside, and by thousands of circling cars which passed up and down Wilshire Boulevard, many of them bearing newly printed bumper stickers which read: “Pray for Bobby”
In your words: Share your memories of Robert F. Kennedy and 1968 (R.L. Oliver / Los Angeles Times)
St. Patrick’s Cathedral
The last surviving Kennedy brother, 36-year-old Sen. Edward M. Kennedy, eulogized his brother in St. Patrick’s Cathedral in New York.
“My brother need not be idealized or enlarged in death beyond what he was in life,” the younger brother said, his voice breaking. “He should be remembered simply as a good and decent man, who saw wrong and tried to right it, saw suffering and tried to heal it, saw war and tried to stop it.”
Among the 2,300 mourners who filled the cathedral were President Lyndon B. Johnson, an estimated 200 Catholic priests, and Kennedy’s 77-year-old mother, Rose.
In your words: Share your memories of Robert F. Kennedy and 1968 (AFP/Getty Images)
Workers demolish a wing of the 85-year-old Ambassador Hotel, where Robert F. Kennedy was assassinated. Kennedy’s family had supported the razing of the building to make way for a new public school.
“There could be no better memorial to my father than a living memorial that educates the children of this city,” said Max Kennedy, son of RFK, at a groundbreaking ceremony on Nov. 20, 2006.
In your words: Share your memories of Robert F. Kennedy and 1968 (Carlos Chavez / Los Angeles Times)
Romero was in the habit of leaving flowers at that monument each year to mark RFK’s death. In our many conversations over the years, he said he often felt we were moving further politically from what he saw as a Kennedy legacy of tolerance and compassion.
When I met Romero in 1998, just before the 30th anniversary of the assassination, he fell apart in recalling the fateful night and how he happened to be in the hotel pantry area where Kennedy was shot. Romero told me he had met Kennedy the night before when the candidate ordered room service, and he felt honored by the way Kennedy shook his hand firmly and looked him in the eye with respect.
“I remember walking out of that room … feeling 10 feet tall, feeling like an American,” said Romero, who had moved to Los Angeles from Mexico seven years earlier. He became an Ambassador busboy on the advice of his strict stepfather, who worked at the hotel and wanted Romero to be sure to stay out of trouble on the streets of East Los Angeles.
The next night, after Kennedy won California’s Democratic primary and made a victory speech, he retreated through the kitchen pantry area and Romero pushed through the crowd to congratulate him. He said that just as he shook Kennedy’s hand, the shots were fired. Romero thought that the pops were from firecrackers and that Kennedy had fallen in fright, but Romero then saw blood spilling onto his own hand and realized what had happened as Sirhan Sirhan, the man with the gun, was apprehended. Romero said he was carrying rosary beads in his pocket and stuffed them into Kennedy’s hands.
Romero was taken to the Rampart police station for questioning, then took a bus to Roosevelt High the next morning. He still had Kennedy’s blood on his hand and said he chose not to wash it off.
As if the experience wasn’t traumatic enough, Romero said he got letters from people congratulating him for what he did. That made him uncomfortable, and so did letters from people asking him why he didn’t do something to prevent the assassination. He got tired of being asked by Ambassador guests to pose for photographs, found work in Wyoming, then made his home in San Jose.
In 2010, I met up with Romero in Washington and went with him to Arlington National Cemetery, where RFK is buried. He said he wanted to pay his respects, tell Kennedy he had tried to live a life of tolerance and humility, and to apologize. His buddy Chacon and I told him he had nothing to apologize for, but Romero knelt at the grave, spoke softly and wept.
Five years later, Romero emailed me to say he was finally feeling better with the help of a friend he had met on Facebook. She told him that when she looked at the photos from the Ambassador, she saw a brave young man who tried to help someone who’d been hurt, even as others retreated.
I heard from former California First Lady Maria Shriver, a niece of Bobby Kennedy, after I wrote that column. She said she wanted an address to send a thank-you note to Romero.
“I always felt a great deal of empathy for him … because of how difficult it was for him to move past that,” Shriver told me Wednesday evening when I called her with the news of Romero’s death.
Shriver said she never met Romero but hoped he came to realize he did the humane thing in a tragic moment, and she hoped he had found peace in the end.
“God bless him,” Shriver said. “It’s kind of hard to know why someone gets put into a situation that they’re locked in forever. But as I see it, he was locked into an image of helping someone.”
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