BLACK PRESIDENT, Chapter 65. Can you imagine Caroline Kennedy hearing that she suddenly has TWO twin brothers, one being the current President of the US?

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CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

As the prayers and good wishes poured into the White House from the sympathetic public who’d learned of her cancer, Sarah and Rudy were surprised to learn about a new, experimental nano-technological treatment, currently in beta-testing, that promised a breakthrough in eradicating her disease. They listened intently as Dr. Ben Thompson explained further.

“If you think of each of these pills as a heat-seeking missile you won't be far from understanding the technology. Within each capsule are particles that are attracted specifically to cancer cells. But where the earlier test versions of this type of medication failed – they delivered just a one-sided attack – these new Forsiden pills send out a multi-particle, three-sixty degree barrage, encircling diseased cells and smothering them to extinction.” Handing the couple a two-page report, Thompson continued. “The amazing results Forsiden achieved when injected in mice exposed to cancer, are discussed here.” (Dr. Thompson always called rats “mice” when speaking with patients, withholding the repugnant rodent classification whenever possible).
“I figure, if mice can be cured, then so can you! So, shall we give modern medical magic a chance here?”

As Rudy and Sarah continued to read the printout, Dr. Thompson swung the mobile computer unit away from his knees. “I’ll give you some time to look it over.” He stood up and exited the room. It took only a three-minute discussion between Sarah and Rudy before they decided to go with the unusual procedure. Since the pill was radioactive, Sarah would have to be isolated in her hospital room for seven days – longer than the usual three days, explained the doctor, because it has a bigger job to do.

Dr. Thompson realized that if the pill worked for Sarah Little, the mother of a sitting U.S. President, sales for the Forsiden company product would go through the roof. The positive publicity would take the stock public and then some. The good doctor already received a generous kickback for each pill sold to his patients. Once the “amazing” results became common knowledge, income from pills sales not to mention his personal stake in the company, could net him hundreds of thousands to even millions of dollars. Certainly enough for a second house in Upstate New York state or rural Vermont somewhere.

Unknown to either Thompson or Forsiden’s board of directors, Lisa Marie Presley, the company’s major stockholder and silent partner had her own plans. All profits of the “cancer-cure,” up to 52% in fact, would be rerouted to a secret war chest for the Scientologist’s run for President in 2020.

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Sarah Little's Forsiden treatment for breast cancer was a tremendous success, affording her a complete recovery. The news of her medical miracle rocketed the stock from $6 to $200 per share overnight. In the secret chambers of the Santa Monica Scientology Center, Lisa Marie and her fellow clears were delirious with joy. They had just made over three billion dollars profit, a huge budget for their future political aspirations. What they couldn't anticipate was that China was poised for a huge sell-off of various stocks and properties in the US within days of the medical breakthrough, which would immediately crash the price of Forsiden and other blue chip holdings down below their previous 2014 highs.

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The next problem to plague the Little Administration was one in which only those obsessed with conspiracy theory pyrotechnics could have predicted. The CIA station chief from New York, John Turner, entered the Oval Office with a startling bit of news – homeless men and women in the downtown New York area had recently been coming down with smallpox. Why this was so significant was that recent intercepts spoke of a biological attack on Americans via smallpox- riddled blankets, using the homeless as vehicles for spreading the disease. Turner stressed that although only a handful of cases had been reported, it was possible that the outbreaks were just the tip of the iceberg. He suggested that all men and women currently residing in lower Manhattan area be immediately tested and treated if possible, to prevent any further contamination.

The Chinese sell-offs and terminations of huge loans to the U.S. government, along with the series of bacterial attacks, immediately sent a shockwave through the New York Stock Exchange and other indexes. With the economy becoming a shambles, along with a continued surge of death threats and international terrorist attacks on the rise, the President again considered revealing his Kennedy roots to shock the country out of its present crisis. Lying on the cool, ironed sheets that the White House laundry supplied daily to its executive suites, Jackson interrupted his and his wife’s Sunday New York Times reading ritual. “Honey, can we talk for a second?”

“Of course,” answered Cissy, placing the Book Review section on the bedside table, next to a half-filled coffee cup. As she sank back against the pillow, she removed her reading glasses.

“Do you think I should grab the focus back from the media with an announcement concerning my Kennedy bloodline?” Jackson sat calmly and waited for a response. He knew the decision would start a firestorm of media attention that could affect his wife, his kids, his mother and Rudy – everyone he knew.

“Why now?” was Cissy's initial response. “So many things – world events – are in turmoil. Should you really add this bombshell to the list?”

“I'm thinking Yes, because it would buy me the focus I need to regain the upper hand on this multitude of news events that are rocking the markets. It’s a gamble, but we’d at least beat the news hounds, diffuse the rumors with some facts.”

“Jesus, can I sleep on it?” were the last words the First Lady spoke before leaving to brush her teeth. Returning to bed, she kissed her husband and told him, “Write the 'Kennedy' speech and let me read it, OK?”

“You got it,” said the President, rolling over and kissing his wife.

Upon waking the next morning, Jackson got right to work on an outline for his speech, hoping to take a negative situation and turn it into a trump card. He had to believe the world would again sit up and take notice when the Kennedy name was introduced. Who would have thought that such a scandalous announcement might be needed to insure that the American empire could once again ascend to greatness? In any case, Jackson Little knew that the oration would need to achieve a Gettysburg-level excellence. By dinnertime he had listed the main topics to be covered.

That night, after Cissy and kids were fast asleep, Jackson decided to just dive in with an open heart and see what transpired. Once the words were correct, right in every nuance, then he would announce the press conference. For last-minute confidence, he reminded himself of the “soul- pure” approach to writing his mother had drilled into him so many years before. As he began, he was surprised with the ease in which the language flowed:

“My fellow Americans, and our friends throughout the world. First of all, I want to thank you for sticking with us as we’ve tried to react and respond properly to the recent attacks on our soil, the downslide of the economy, and threats to democracy throughout the globe. This is a very trying time, and I appreciate all your e-mails and letters, even tweets(!) in support of this administration. And allow me to say now that we also appreciate the correspondence critical to our efforts, because your comments help us strike a balance vital to all our national interests. We’re a diverse nation and it’s vital that we hear from all our constituents. So thank you all, for becoming concerned citizens who take the time to exercise your voice.”

With a pause, President Little collected his energies before opening Pandora’s box. He knew that his next words could never be unspoken. Looking over from his notes to the keyboard, he began writing the earth-shattering confession, watching the new sentences track from left to right on his monitor.

“Recently there has been much speculation concerning my brother’s and my possible connection to President John F. Kennedy. We’ve all heard the allegations that our mother had a secret liaison with the former President, resulting in her pregnancy. Anyone who has frequented a supermarket in the last few months has seen the rash of tabloids screaming this off the page. While our stance at the White House has remained one of silence, it’s time to address these rumors, put them to bed once and for all.”

The following morning, two hours before President Little was scheduled to appear on TV concerning his Kennedy bloodline, he took the time to alert Caroline to the upcoming firestorm. “Hello, Schlossberg residence,” said Caroline when she heard the phone ringing down the hall. Her husband had mentioned that he was “in studio” at their New York loft and would not take calls until dinnertime.

“Caroline, it’s me, Jackson Little,” the President said, happy he’d caught up to his benefactor in time. “How’re you doing?”

“Just fine, thanks,” said Caroline, immediately jumping right into the topic of the day. “The media is going nuts today. The crazy rumors and all...are everywhere. The speculation about your press conference...”

“I know, I know. Just wanted you to hear it from me first, before all the spin, the commentators and provocateurs. I hope your seatbelt is fastened.”

“As much as it can be, I suppose.” Caroline sat down on the compact wooden chair that was part of a 1930’s phone station desk that had previously occupied her parent’s hallway, and awaited Jackson’s next words.

“If I may be so bold, dear Caroline,” began Jackson, “I must refer to you from this day forward as...‘sis.’”

“Oh my God!” exclaimed Caroline. She felt a rush of adrenaline shoot through her body. “Then it IS true? All of it?”

“Yes. My mother has kept the secret for over 50 years, finally admitting it to me and John to avoid any more speculation from the bottom-feeders.”

Hearing nothing for a couple seconds, Jackson continued. “We're hoping it can be turned into a positive tool, arm us with a little extra moxie, to better grapple with problems in this country. Mostly, at this point, I wanted to touch base with you and let you know my brother and I were thrown for a loop over this, could not have seen it coming in a million years. So please, let me first ask your forgiveness for any trouble the upcoming announcement will cause you or your – our – family in the next couple of hours. I realize there will be some kind of eruption..."

“Yes, there will be many people wanting answers. But, personally, I couldn’t be happier that you and I are linked in this way.” Caroline could feel her face almost in a blush from the realization. “I've admired you long before this whole thing, and my admiration has only grown since you took office. Congratulations to all of us on this propitious and historical fact of heredity."

Before Jackson could respond, Caroline finished up. “Please let me get off the phone so I may alert my...our other family members, so they hear this from me first. Just know how happy I am to have two new brothers!”

“Thank you so much Caroline. I'm so grateful to be welcomed warmly and to have a great sister like you. I love you. See you soon.”

“Love you too, Jackson. I’ll be watching! Good luck! Bye.”

Jackson was pleased that his short speech had passed the muster with his wife. Cissy had told him with a kiss that it was “A+” and ready for public consumption. It was now time to lay it on the line, in the clearest language possible. He had warned his immediate family members of the horrendous flack they should expect that afternoon. Brother John had just two words to say; Bring it!

At exactly 11:30AM Eastern time, regular programming was suddenly interrupted by a news bulletin announcing that President Little would address the nation. Throughout the viewing and listening public, it polled that 150 million worldwide were tuned in. After a short countdown, President Jackson Little raised his eyes up from his desk and looked into the cold glass of the TV camera lens. It was with his next words that history was changed.

“Everything you’ve heard – the Kennedy paternity of my brother and myself – is true.”

Throughout the known world there was a collective gasp as Sarah’s secret was revealed. People could scarcely believe what they’d just heard. Did he just say what I think he said? was verbalized by hose standing or sitting nearby. Did he just say he was JFK's illegitimate son? President Little's huge audience awaited further verification.

“My brother John and I were fathered by President John Fitzgerald Kennedy.”

Listeners at home, in bars and restaurants, airport lounges and online venues suddenly reacted more audibly, with cries and screams. Oh my God! People listening said almost in unison, He said it again!

But disbelief crept back. NO! It’s true? Really? Before any additional thoughts passed through the minds of his audience, the President launched into his in-depth explanation.

“Our mother, Sarah Little, was seduced by President Kennedy while she was on a church tour of the White House in 1961. She was young – too young to repel the advances of the President of the United States. His proclivity for sexual activity is now a well-documented fact. That difficult secret haunted her first marriage, finally bringing it to a painful end. Her distress surrounding this event has been her cross to bear for all these many years, and I assure you that it would be unfair to inflict further abuse or undeserved scorn upon her now. In this regard, she and I have conferred, and it has been decided that she will decline all offers for interviews, whether in print or live media, and will not comment to any press regarding this matter, now or at any time in the future.

“But my brother and I are public officials, and not immune to such scrutiny. So we have mutually agreed to submit to DNA testing to resolve this issue in a final and definitive manner. We are proud to be Black members of the Kennedy bloodline because, after all, our father provided great leadership and steadfastness in the face of the greatest challenges of the 20th century.

“While it is useless for me or my family to apologize to the Kennedy clan for so abruptly announcing our connection to their bloodline, the truth must be allowed to prevail if we are to disarm the dark forces that besiege our very way of life. I might add that I have talked personally with my sister, Caroline Kennedy Schlossberg, about this matter, and am happy to report she has offered her love and support to both my brother and myself.

It slowly dawned on the viewers that America had another Kennedy in the White House, two if you counted his brother.

“If being Kennedys makes this job easier, then we will be grateful. If it doesn’t, then we will accept that consequence as well. In any case, we will continue to stay the course, to usher this great country forward. Each of us – all of us – are descendants of earlier generations of men and women who tried to forge a good life for themselves and their families, homesteading in this relatively new land of North America. My brother and I stand before you now, to humbly continue our work on your behalf.
“In closing, I wish you all a bright future, and a great good night.”

So he IS the son of JFK!
And his brother too!
The world slowly accepted the new truth, that their President was actually a Kennedy.

Ultimately, it was Caroline Kennedy who had the last laugh. Here, she had been forced to step down from high office in 2012, because a 1960s Kennedy vendetta had threatened either her life or that of her family. So she had transferred the Presidency to her appointed Vice President, Jackson Little, making him – her Kennedy brother – President of the United States. How ironic, she thought, was that?

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