肯尼迪总统的葬礼在国会大厦举行。1963年11月

And she wasn't even the first to refuse to move. Amazing

Technically Rosa Parks was lain in honor which is similar, but not identical. It was created by Congress to honor distinguished people who do not meet the requirements for laying in state. [link](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/State_funerals_in_the_United_States#List_of_lying_in_state_and_honor_recipients)

If this is true then why does every other image of presidents lying in state have the guards facing inwards as well? Edit: sure go downvote me for trying to ask questions about this story that everyone is buying without question as the most top voted comment Don’t be a sheep guys

I had to click a couple of times to get to the full article. Here it is: Washington -- Clifton Pollard was pretty sure he was going to be working on Sunday, so when he woke up at 9 a.m., in his three-room apartment on Corcoran Street, he put on khaki overalls before going into the kitchen for breakfast. His wife, Hettie, made bacon and eggs for him. Pollard was in the middle of eating them when he received the phone call he had been expecting. It was from Mazo Kawalchik, who is the foreman of the gravediggers at Arlington National Cemetery, which is where Pollard works for a living. "Polly, could you please be here by eleven o'clock this morning?" Kawalchik asked. "I guess you know what it's for." Pollard did. He hung up the phone, finished breakfast, and left his apartment so he could spend Sunday digging a grave for John Fitzgerald Kennedy. When Pollard got to the row of yellow wooden garages where the cemetery equipment is stored, Kawalchik and John Metzler, the cemetery superintendent, were waiting for him. "Sorry to pull you out like this on a Sunday," Metzler said. "Oh, don't say that," Pollard said. "Why, it's an honor for me to be here." Pollard got behind the wheel of a machine called a reverse hoe. Gravedigging is not done with men and shovels at Arlington. The reverse hoe is a green machine with a yellow bucket that scoops the earth toward the operator, not away from it as a crane does. At the bottom of the hill in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier, Pollard started the digging (Editor Note: At the bottom of the hill in front of the Custis-Lee Mansion). Leaves covered the grass. When the yellow teeth of the reverse hoe first bit into the ground, the leaves made a threshing sound which could be heard above the motor of the machine. When the bucket came up with its first scoop of dirt, Metzler, the cemetery superintendent, walked over and looked at it. "That's nice soil," Metzler said. "I'd like to save a little of it," Pollard said. "The machine made some tracks in the grass over here and I'd like to sort of fill them in and get some good grass growing there, I'd like to have everything, you know, nice." James Winners, another gravedigger, nodded. He said he would fill a couple of carts with this extra-good soil and take it back to the garage and grow good turf on it. "He was a good man," Pollard said. "Yes, he was," Metzler said. "Now they're going to come and put him right here in this grave I'm making up," Pollard said. "You know, it's an honor just for me to do this." Pollard is 42. He is a slim man with a mustache who was born in Pittsburgh and served as a private in the 352nd Engineers battalion in Burma in World War II. He is an equipment operator, grade 10, which means he gets $3.01 an hour. One of the last to serve John Fitzgerald Kennedy, who was the thirty-fifth President of this country, was a working man who earns $3.01 an hour and said it was an honor to dig the grave. Yesterday morning, at 11:15, Jacqueline Kennedy started toward the grave. She came out from under the north portico of the White House and slowly followed the body of her husband, which was in a flag-covered coffin that was strapped with two black leather belts to a black caisson that had polished brass axles. She walked straight and her head was high. She walked down the bluestone and blacktop driveway and through shadows thrown by the branches of seven leafless oak trees. She walked slowly past the sailors who held up flags of the states of this country. She walked past silent people who strained to see her and then, seeing her, dropped their heads and put their hands over their eyes. She walked out the northwest gate and into the middle of Pennsylvania Avenue. She walked with tight steps and her head was high and she followed the body of her murdered husband through the streets of Washington. Everybody watched her while she walked. She is the mother of two fatherless children and she was walking into the history of this country because she was showing everybody who felt old and helpless and without hope that she had this terrible strength that everybody needed so badly. Even though they had killed her husband and his blood ran onto her lap while he died, she could walk through the streets and to his grave and help us all while she walked. There was mass, and then the procession to Arlington. When she came up to the grave at the cemetery, the casket already was in place. It was set between brass railings and it was ready to be lowered into the ground. This must be the worst time of all, when a woman sees the coffin with her husband inside and it is in place to be buried under the earth. Now she knows that it is forever. Now there is nothing. There is no casket to kiss or hold with your hands. Nothing material to cling to. But she walked up to the burial area and stood in front of a row of six green-covered chairs and she started to sit down, but then she got up quickly and stood straight because she was not going to sit down until the man directing the funeral told her what seat he wanted her to take. The ceremonies began, with jet planes roaring overhead and leaves falling from the sky. On this hill behind the coffin, people prayed aloud. They were cameramen and writers and soldiers and Secret Service men and they were saying prayers out loud and choking. In front of the grave, Lyndon Johnson kept his head turned to his right. He is president and he had to remain composed. It was better that he did not look at the casket and grave of John Fitzgerald Kennedy too often. Then it was over and black limousines rushed under the cemetery trees and out onto the boulevard toward the White House. "What time is it?" a man standing on the hill was asked. He looked at his watch. "Twenty minutes past three," he said. Clifton Pollard wasn't at the funeral. He was over behind the hill, digging graves for $3.01 an hour in another section of the cemetery. He didn't know who the graves were for. He was just digging them and then covering them with boards. "They'll be used," he said. "We just don't know when. I tried to go over to see the grave," he said. "But it was so crowded a soldier told me I couldn't get through. So I just stayed here and worked, sir. But I'll get over there later a little bit. Just sort of look around and see how it is, you know. Like I told you, it's an honor."

Wow, very moving. That description of Jackie is really something. Thanks for sharing.

This is exactly what I saw in my mind after seeing that picture.

That’s not the king, that’s Tywin Lannister. Funnily it becomes clear from the story that he is the real power in the kingdom despite not wearing a crown.

Kennedy was also very popular in other countries. His "Ich bin ein Berliner" speech in Germany was one of the most important ones held by american politicians in Germany and an iconic piece of german history. It had an immense impact on germans back then.

More than that. Can you imagine how different our country would be had he lived? I imagine the entire world would be a much better place. Our problems today are relatively small problems that no one with the power is willing to fix. I feel like JFK would have set us on a path where the middle class would be healthy and robust, shifting the political power towards people who cared more about the common good than themselves.

What do you mean?

It's what's known as a [State funeral](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/State_funeral_of_John_F._Kennedy?wprov=sfla1)

Cemeteries are the location of the burial ceremonies, not the funeral.

Too many deaths for 1 family to have.

In a rather revealing note, they had to ask journalists covering the funeral to be pallbearers because there weren't enough people mourning him to do the job.

Which CIA agent is that?

I'm inclined to agree with you. He had mis-steps with his handling of the Bay of Pigs invasion and later Vietnam. But, I just finished reading "One Minute to Midnight" about the Cuban Missile Crisis and JFK and the men around him kept the world from being destroyed along with some rational actors on the Russian side. You look at the current readers of the world, and it's frightening to think about the modern equivalent of that crisis.

Very intentional renaissance.