NOTE: She is dying, and I would like to cut her as much slack as possible, but the virtue signals have to stop somewhere. They shouldn’t have to stop with death, but I have a gut feeling that this is where we’re headed.
Tatiana Schlossberg, the 35-year-old granddaughter of JFK and daughter of Caroline Kennedy, chose her final public act not for grace or reflection, but for a petty, politicized screed in The New Yorker. Published on November 22, 2025—the anniversary of her grandfather’s assassination.
Her essay, “A Battle with My Blood” is less a memoir of her brutal fight with acute myeloid leukemia (AML) and more a venomous and medically incorrect parting shot at her cousin once removed, Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
Facing a horribly sad prognosis—months at best after failed chemo, transplants, and CAR-T therapy—she could have focused on her young children, her environmental passions, or even a call for unity. Instead, she weaponized her terminal illness to bash RFK Jr., now HHS Secretary, accusing his budget cuts of dooming patients like her. Why didn’t someone guide her away from this?
Tatiana’s cancer was fatal from day one, untouchable by any policy tweak. No slashed NIH grant caused her cancer or blocked her remission. Yet she paints RFK Jr. as a killer, tying her sea-sponge-derived chemo drug to the very federal research he’s trimming. It’s not related and it’s patently untrue.
Worse, her mother, Caroline Kennedy, amplified this nonsense. As former U.S. ambassador to Australia and Japan, Caroline had the clout to lobby against RFK Jr.’s confirmation earlier in 2025. She did, rallying Kennedy kin to denounce him as a “liar” unfit for HHS, all while Tatiana withered in a hospital bed at Memorial Sloan Kettering.
Imagine: instead of cherishing even a tiny last drop of final moments with her daughter, reading to grandkids, sharing family lore, or just holding hands amid the beeps of IV machine, Caroline burned energy on political sabotage.
Why? Petty family feuds and partisan loyalty. RFK Jr.’s Trump alliance and vaccine skepticism made him the black sheep, so Caroline prioritized discrediting him over bedside vigil. Tatiana’s husband, a Columbia researcher hit by those same cuts (180 jobs lost), watched helplessly as the matriarch played Washington games.
What a waste: Caroline could have been the rock, not the wrecking ball, in her daughter’s darkest hour. Now, with Tatiana’s clock ticking, that lost time stings like a botched transfusion.
But Tatiana’s lashing out? Undignified doesn’t cover it. Terminal illness grants no jerk pass. Sure, rage is human, grief boils over. But channeling it into a public hit piece? That’s calculated cruelty, not catharsis.
She inflates her “writer” status (a 2019 book on climate’s “hidden costs,” yawn) to mourn unfinished ocean tomes, warning of seas “boiling and being turned into garbage dumps”—standard green hysteria, ignoring real progress. You see, there is no fame or money or virtue attached to how much has been done to clean the oceans. The virtue gold mine is only unearthed by finding crud where there is none.
Why not dignity: a quiet farewell, a legacy of love? Instead, she drags RFK Jr. through the mud, implying his austerity kills “thousands,” when her fate was sealed pre-policy. It’s entitlement wrapped in victimhood, a Kennedy trait. Having months left doesn’t license score-settling; it demands elevation.
If Marilyn Monroe had been handed the same death sentence at 35 and used her final breath to publish a 4,000-word exposé on exactly how the Kennedy brothers had used and discarded her, no one would call it “undignified”; they’d call it the most justified revenge in American history.
Instead, Tatiana Schlossberg took the same stage, the same ticking clock, and the same Kennedy name to settle a subjective, partisan score against a cousin whose policy decisions had zero bearing on her already-fatal leukemia, proving that even terminal illness can’t manufacture real grievances when the only thing dying is a family grudge.
