President Johnson sits quietly in the Oval Office. A Camel cigarette, his sixtieth of the day, dangles from the corner of his mouth. Smoke swirls past black-framed glasses as he leans back in his leather chair. He exhales with a great sigh as he stares at his reflection in black patent leather shoes propped up on the desk in front of him. Sounds of protest can be heard from outside the gates of the White House. He hears the muffled, shrill voice of someone screaming into a handheld megaphone with chants of “No Justice, No Peace!!”. His gaze slowly turns toward the three TVs across the room. One flashes images…