Sunday, November 24, 1963

Sunday, November 24, 1963


        I was babysitting while Betty attended Mass. Digesting the news that Lee Harvey Oswald had killed Dallas Police Officer Tippit. He would’ve also killed Officer M. N. McDonald except the firing pin missed the firing cap. Six officers subdued Oswald and took him to City Hall.  The TV announcer blared these events just as Lee Harvey Oswald, the accused assassin, was being transferred from the Dallas Police Station. He was escorted by two plainclothes officers followed by several others. Of the three, only Oswald gazed left, before turning to look straight ahead. That’s when a man in a dark suit appeared holding an exposed gun pointed at Oswald. The newcomer, Jack Ruby, pressed the gun into Oswald’s stomach. He fired one shot before the police could react, but not before the news photographers could take multiple pictures. The officer next to Oswald, in a cream or white color suit, looked to be in shock and failed to react. A Detective named Combest, who knew Ruby, claimed he spotted him. “I knew what he planned to do, and shouted, Jack, you son of a bitch,” while attempting to reach over to him.

        I must admit that a cry of joy left my lips. I so wanted the man who killed Kennedy to die. I couldn’t wait until Betty got home to tell of the latest events. This led to another day, learning all I could about Jack Ruby, also known as Rubinstein.

      Much of the day’s programming consisted of foreign presidents and prime ministers arriving from 50-nations, all of whom Mrs. Kennedy would have to host at the White House as her last official duty. It was however, a handpicked, 24-strong, elite honor guard from Ireland, requested by Jackie Kennedy that made all Irish-Americans stand proud. America’s Ambassador, Matt McCloskey from Philadelphia, had passed on her request.

        I thought it ironic, that even as the Dallas officials proclaimed with certainty that Kennedy was the target and Oswald the shooter, they added 20-extra Highway patrol officers to guard Governor Connally. In taking personal charge, Colonel Garrison, head of the Department of Public Safety, ruled that he alone had to approve all visitors, including those from the Secret Service and the FBI. I can understand his concern about the FBI, whose director J. Edgar Hoover loathed both Jack and Bobby Kennedy—but the Secret Service?

      Today after 49-years have passed, I’ve had a change of heart. Not about wanting Kennedy’s assassin to die, to this day that’s my fervent wish. I now believe Oswald could not have fired the fatal shot. My rationale is explained in “Ultimate Analysis of JFK’s Assassination,” a short story in my eBook Western Civilization. An epiphany written after I researched the Coroner’s Report, the Warren Report, read many of the conspiracy theories, and reviewed a number of the internet videos showing the assassination. If only Oswald had survived, we might have learned the truth.



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