I was 15 and remember it so clearly. Just that day I had once again listened to "Double Fantasy" for the gazillionth time. I remember just being so sad and wondering, Why?Even 25 years later, the details of his death come rushing back, like a flock of dark birds. It is early December in Manhattan. Shortly before 11 p.m. He's just turned 40, and recording albums for the first time in five years. He and his wife are returning from the studio. He insisted on going home without eating because he wants to see Sean, their 5-year-old boy, before bed. He steps out of the limousine, and someone calls out to him. People have been calling out to him since he was very young. Suddenly he is stumbling through the Gothic Dakota building's entranceway, and struggling up the steps to the doorman's desk. He is trailing blood. He is gasping, "I'm shot!" The doorman rushes out, sees that the killer has dropped his gun and kicks it away. Then the doorman starts crying. He turns to the killer. "Do you know what you just did?" Of course he does: "I just shot John Lennon."
HE was a major reason for me leaving Catholic School. Jan '81 we were asked to write a pper for english class on someone we admired. I chose John Lennon. I remeber getting the paper back with a HUGE "F" scrawled across the front page, and the words "Inappropriate Content" When I went to the teacher to ask why, she said, the world was a better place with that 'communist' dead. The Good Sister asked me for a rewrite of a better role model, perhaps "The Pope"? I tuned in the same paper. She threatened to place me in remedial English, I was in Public school a week later.
My first introduction to censorship.