Death at Chappaquiddick

The people in Massachusetts who overlook the real Teddy are every bit as guilty as the jury who knowingly set O.J. Simpson free. Teddy has neither conscience nor soul. On a warm July night in 1969, Teddy had been drinking heavily, demanded the car keys from his chauffeur, and took Mary Jo for a one-way ride. He drove off a bridge he shouldn't have been on, but managed to escape. Mary Jo was not so fortunate. Ten hours later, he essentially blamed her death on Gargan and Markham. Teddy didn't even have a valid driver's license, but voila!...the next morning it WAS valid. Teddy's reputation for over four decades has been well-chronicled: an academic fraud, a philanderer, a cheat, a drunk, a liar, a charlatan, and a political hack. As recently as 1987, he was caught flagrante dilecto with a woman half his age in a taxpayer-funded building. Yet voters in the great Commonwealth of Massachussets continue to reward this elitist monster. The jury in the Simpson trial acquiesced to intellectual dishonesty. Massachussets voters are doing precisely the same every time they cast a vote for Teddy.

I have known about this book for many years. I was reminded of it's existance watching the senior senator from Mass. vilifying ther presidents' nominees for the court.Truly a fascinating read.All of the confusing, conflicting details known about the events make perfect sense, if not perfect justice. I can only say that Uncle Keg has a point when he decries a legal system that is different for the rich and powerful. As this concise little book documents nobody can expound this point with more personal certainty than can EMK.

My forebears travelled on the White Diamond Line's 'SS Washington Irving' - the very same vessel that carried one Patrick Kennedy to Boston Harbour in 1849. Fortunately, they travelled on its voyage to Australia - I say fortunately, because I could not bear to think of them being in such close proximity to such a harbinger of doom and destruction. Buy this book!

One has to feel amazed, reading this book, at how PROUD the people of Massachusetts must be of their esteemed senior US senator. First, he was eminently generous to host a party for six young women who had all toiled so hard to assist with his family's politics. You have to know that lower-level campaign workers of their age rarely receive attention from the more powerful folks in the political apparatus. The girls must have been utterly thrilled, to have been asked to a cook-out and get to mingle with all of those seasoned, powerful men. Edward Kennedy was extremely magnanimous, stooping in that fashion to reward the "little people." Also, the kindness he extended to Ms Kopechne, in offering to drive her back to the mainland after she began feeling tired, was just stupendous. For a busy, powerful man of this nature to offer such a favor to an attractive young woman is simply heart-warming -- it's just not the sort of thing that your typical rich, connected and powerful male will do for a pretty young girl. And then: Tragedy, a horrible, ghastly accident wherein the senator, unfamiliar with the route, drove his car off a bridge. It could have happened to anyone. But then he redeemed himself in the eyes of his family, of her family, his constituency (the citizens of Massachusetts), and the Almighty, by exerting a superhumanly heroic effort to save her from drowning in the car. Diving repeatedly into the dangerously swift current, heedless of his own life and limb -- what a man! -- he just could not extract her from that watery tomb. But the senator then did not let anyone down. He immediately assumed full and complete responsibility, proactively contacting authorities and providing a comprehensive, extremely detailed account of the tragedy that answered all possible questions and completely cleared the air. He made his Massachusetts supporters very, very proud of him, and they immediately decided he can be their senator for the rest of his life. Suffering terrible pain (causing him to need a neck brace), the senator then attended the girl's funeral and comforted her parents -- a godlike gesture from a godlike politician. Edward Kennedy, ambassador of goodness, healer of wounds, dryer of tears, comforter of parents whose daughter gets accidentally drowned and just happens, as fate would have it, not to be clad in any below-the-waist undergarments at the time that older, married man was driving her home. We all should salute the voters of Massachusetts for their superb choice in senators. If we considered the people of Massachusetts a sort of "holy spirit," then we may rightfully call that state's two divine senators the "father" and the "son." World without end, Amen.

Since the only other review of this book doesn't make any sense, I thought it necessary to write a coherent one. This book is truly incredible. It proves Ted Kennedy's guilt with clarity and integrity. The facts are simply undeniable - if it weren't for Ted, Mary Jo would be alive today. The Kennedy family has long been America's sweethearts. It is high time that they are revealed as murders, philanderers, cheaters, liars and losers. Sorry, but this is coming from an Irish Catholic who is ashamed to admit that the Kennedys claim some ties to the land of her origin! They are all bad but Ted Kennedy is the worst. He should be behind bars- this book will tell you why. Read it - it's a well done piece of detective work and it will hold your interest. It may also make your blood boil - but that's not the authors' fault! DOWN WITH THE KENNEDYS!