Let Me Understand Jackie

Everything started with a gifted girl who eventually flourished into a woman far ahead of her time. A woman whose steps walked on new paths of modesty until the clapping of her hills became all terrain. She won the first place in Vogue writing contest in 1951. She was the lady who was considered the princess of the United States. She was the female who lived in a beautiful and stunning mansion sheltered with victorious white walls. During the day, she was the mother of two children and three angels. During the night, she was the wife of a devoted womanizer. She was like the U.S Holy grail. Her soul died under the flames of a pretty preppy pinky Channel, was buried under dark stylish sunglasses, and revived from the ashes with an ink skin tone. Today, let’s try to analyze Jacqueline Lee Bouvier or criticize Jackie Kennedy; let’s popularize Jackie O. or admire Jackie Kennedy Onassis. Perhaps, I may prefer just to talk about Jackie.
Jacqueline had admirable intellectual personality. She assisted to privileged schools such as Sutton School in France. Her skills became noticeable at the age of 3 when she learned to ride her pony by herself and learned how to speak 4 different languages by her early 20’s. As a teenager, Jacqueline Lee got interested in fashion journalism. Her passion for writing flooded her life until she won the  Vogue magazine writing competition at the age of 22,   competing against  1,279 works.  As a young adult, she became a successful journalist who loved to carry out interviews with celebrities.  Though Jacqueline felt gratified of her accomplishments, her mother was a constant reminder of marriage and motherhood. Throughout her 20’s, all her desires would be bitten by one of her biggest nightmares: a happily ever after with a man who gave her, not quality, but quantity. A man named John F. Kennedy.
Jackie Kennedy always showed her cleverness and strength during her lapse as the first lady. After marrying Mr. Kennedy in 1953, Jackie Kennedy became that cogent and charming white smile that politicians would die to own. After being criticized for her low capability to sympathize with the average American woman because for her high education, Jackie swallowed the tabloids as she gave the ending of her speech in French in her trip to France and gave her entire speech speaking in Spanish in 1961 in trip to Miami. Jackie was the kind of woman who looked like a model walking in getaways just by stepping out the white house.  Her obsession with fashion and toughness were proven in morning of November 22, 1963. That day, Jackie witnessed the assassination of her husband John F. Kennedy. Throughout this black and white day, Jackie’s deepest thoughts were hiding under a delicate pink shell and dried up her tears with refined Channel cotton. That delightful expensive dress stained with hot-red ink fading into cherry pink color marked the end and the beginning of a new Jackie. She kept it on during the succession of presidential power as a sign of the historic catastrophe that destroyed her family. That night, Jackie said, “I will not sneak out the back door, I will go out the usual way, we all will.” That night, Jackie faced those lighted knives wearing her husband’s blood. The day of the funeral,  she walked by the side of some male politicians. Even though she was told to stay in the car with her two kids, she preferred to decorate the streets with the footprints of her hills.
Jackie O. became an exceptional mother role. In 1968, Jackie O.  Married the billionaire Aristoteles Onassis. During this marriage, Jackie O. shared her life with a man, not for love, but because he gave her kids the protection hey needed from paparazzis. One of those life-takers came with the name Ron, Jackie’s personal stalker. After he photographed her son without her permission, she stood up and took legal action, freeing her family from the public eye once forever.
Exhausted of depending on a man, Jackie K. Onassis went back to New York to revive her young years as a journalist, with her daughter and son. Her experience with marriage left her with a unique teaching, “The first time you marry for love, the second for money, and the third for companionship.” Jackie was an active role in Manhattan where she lived her lasts 25 years of life. She also helped to save the Grand Central Station from demolition and brought the Temple of Dendur to the Metropolitan Museum. People from Manhattan say that you can read her story by walking on the streets of the city. Jackie Kennedy learned that journalism and her family was what she needed to be happy.  Jackie died on May 19th, 1994 of lymphatic cancer. “I want to live my life, not record it.” Those were the words that all Jackies  used to honor her farewell.