Here's a quick trans. of a piece from the article I posted before by Vittorio Zucconi, Italian journalist and Washington corrispondent for la Reppubblica:
JFK: Young and powerful, the secrets of a universal myth.
Kennedy and Camelot was meant to have led one to believe, during the nearly 1000 days of his course in office, that wars were finally over, that the McCarthyist folly was forever consumed, that white, puritanical and protestant America had finally “passed the torch” to the most desperate of European immigrants: the Irish Catholics. And that a wisp of that Europe humiliated and destroyed by its own hands between two suicide wars, were to have also been transmitted to its conquerors-liberators, not only through Jack, but also Jackie, Jacqueline Bouvier, by her French blood, her taste for Euro-chic in the (fake) Chanel tailleurs and her regard for dress; following decades of dignified first ladies in outfits fit for Sunday ministers and gentlemen in their redingotes, or else jackets fit for retired generals.
We would only have discovered decades later, what truths were hidden behind the façade of the perfect couple: the disheveled sailor and the impeccable petit madam under the riding cap. One didn’t know at the time, even if one had supposed, that that smashing drunk “Norma Jean” who purred “Happy Birthday Mr. President” was in fact his and his brother’s lover, in a torpid love triangle. The journalists, closed in a complicit chauvinism of the times, had been ignoring, though secretly approving and certainly envying the salacious gossip, in a race around the White House desks to catch “Fiddle” and “Faddle,” the two secretaries that pretended to evade them. They silenced the love affair with Judith Campbell, the babe of Cosa Nostra, who was a bit lover, a bit courier between JFK and Sam Giancana - the godfather of Chicago who had strongly supported Kennedy against Nixon in November of 1960, earning for the city on the lake that famous expression: “Come to Chicago, the city were even the dead can vote.”