Think about this: Jacqueline Kennedy, a thirty-four-year-old widow and mother who held the nation together after narrowly escaping the assassin’s bullets that killed her husband—who signaled to the world that America would not only survive this trauma but emerge stronger—was, upon her remarriage five years later, castigated as a whore who had sold herself to the highest bidder. That mantle hung over Jackie’s fascinating, difficult, creative, controversial life until the day she died. A man would never have been so denigrated. What happened to Jackie would be unthinkable today.
