Jackie Kennedy: Martin Luther King Jr. A ‘Horrid Little Man’

The exquisitely gorgeous observations of the ineffable Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Oclotheshorse have finally been revealed to an adoring world, affording dowdy little people in off-the-peg tat a rare glimpse into the searingly perceptive mind of the best-dressed wife of somebody important ever to have graced the earth.

You can never hope to look this good

Jackie on Indian premier Indira Gandhi: “I suppose one might charitably begrudge her the tiniest semblance of chic in the choice of dishcloths she affects to wear, given that there probably isn’t enough money in her awful, smelly country to afford even the simplest Dior accessory; but why, why, why must she be so tiresomely middle-aged?”

Jackie on French president Charles de Gaulle: “His supercilious efforts to belittle me with snide compliments in his schoolboy French were, needless to say, no match for a Vassar alumna of my calibre. Quick as you please, I crushed him with a rapier-sharp haw-hee-haw.”

Jackie on Sir Winston Churchill: “Oh my, how he stank of wee.”

Jackie on President Lyndon B. Johnson: “A ghastly, unsophisticated oik from somewhere utterly unfashionable, compounded by the most dreadful potty mouth and an appalling taste in hats.”

Jackie on Martin Luther King Jr.: “A perfectly horrid little man, insulting the sacred memory of my darling Jack by presuming to turn up at the funeral with a skin like that. And a rapist too, no doubt; well, they all are, aren’t they?”