The tragic death of Rajiv Gandhi brings back memories of his visit to Los Angeles exactly 30 years ago.
At that time Rajiv was a youth more worried about his acne than about political affairs. His mother, Indira Gandhi, was taking him to enroll in the university at Cambridge. My wife, son Richard and I had the pleasure of being their hosts during the brief pause en route.
Thereafter I frequently corresponded with Mrs. Gandhi, often sending her editorial comments from the American press. She always responded with more than mere superficial comments.
On one occasion I sent her an article critical of her sponsoring Rajiv for leadership in the Indian Congress Party. Her reply from New Delhi on Nov. 8, 1983, was quite touching. It read, in part: