Rabbit Hole: RFK, R.I.P.

In April, 1968, Senator Robert Kennedy, younger brother of John F. Kennedy, had delivered a moving eulogy at the funeral of his close friend Dr. Martin Luther King. But only a month later, moments after accepting the Democratic Party's nomination for the Presidency, Robert Kennedy was shot and killed. A newsman, without knowing it, recorded the shooting on a sound tape. That tape laid in a box for 40 years before the newsman ever listened to it, and what he found gave him chills. A recording engineer analyzed the tape and proved that the sounds were made by not one gun, as had been claimed, but by three--and two of those guns were in RFK's back--his own security guards?
The police destroyed the gun that was claimed to be the murder weapon. No ballistics tests were ever done. They lost all the photographs taken during the investigation, and the entire room--walls and everything, was removed from the hotel and destroyed. (They found thirteen bullets in the walls, and four in Kennedy's back and head, and yet they said it all came from an 8-shot pistol, fired from in front of the victim.) Welcome to America!
As Kennedy's body was transported by train to be buried in Virginia, over a million people came out to stand beside the tracks and pay their respects as the train passed. On the train, a New York Times photographer caught their faces. It is worth looking at...they are us...

The reporter mentioned above was, coincidentally, our old friend Paul Fusco, who thirty years later would be sent to photograph children defomed by radiation from the Russian nuclear disaster.
Here is Mr. Fusco narrating a series of  photos he took during that long train ride with Robert Kennedy's coffin.
Below is footage taken along the way. Think: Based on these images, what did Kennedy mean to these people? Have we had a leader like that since?