The New Yorker today posted the review they did in 1974 of Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein’s All the President’s Men. https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1974/06/17/and-nothing-but-the-truth

I can still see the big TV in front of me. I was lying on the floor my head propped up on one arm. Maybe I was smoking a cigarette in the other hand. It was 1968. June. I was home in our family living room. My father was behind me in a chair. There wasn’t tension between us that day. But there was often tension between us then. Like a lot of fathers and sons then, we saw things differently. Why don’t you guys at school get a haircut? I think the army might do you some good. Not that day though. Bobby Kennedy, our New York Senator Kennedy, was on the train to Arlington. 

‘I loved going to the library. It was the first time I ever saw Black newspapers and magazines like JET, Ebony, the Baltimore Afro-American, or the Chicago Defender. And I’ll never forget my librarian.’
                                     ― John Lewis, March: Book One

                 It still seems to me the most crucial thing.