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  1. Armstrong managed to put several blunders in just one paragraph of his book H&L 1. There is no 1960 Memo signed by Thomas B. Casasin, which is 2. the Pseudonym of CIA Japan Station Chief G. B Richardson, and 3. not the Pseudonym of Richard Helms as suggested by a crazy Armstrong-footnote Nr. 39 (page 314 H&L) that reads: Armstrong wants make us believe that there are two memos from Casasin (which, in footnote Nr 39 he suggests is the pseudonym of Helms, while it is the pseudonym of Richardson), one written in 1960 and one written on November 25. 1963. There is only one emo by Casasin. It is the memo of Nov. 25. 1963, which one can read here Casasin is Richardson not Helms In that Memo there is an error made by Casasin/Richardson regarding the YEAR of his conversation. Casasin, which is Richardson, not Helms, corrects that error when confronted with his Nov. 25.11.1963 memo 15 years later by HSCA staff. But that's not the end of Armstrongs blunders he managed to put in just ONE PARAGRAPH of his book. Taking the Casasin memo of 1960 for real ( a memo that only exists in Armstrongs fantasy), he writes, ...which is bullshit built on bullshit, because there was a CIA-Oswald file in 1960, as one can read here(link) Quote. from the site JFK FACTS So there is a Casasin/Helms 1960 memo in Armstrongs head only, indicating a operational interest in Oswald, when there is no such 1960-memo and Casasin is not Helms but Richardson, and then Armstrong wonders how could that be? because there was no CIA-file on Oswald in 1960, when there was one. Armstrong really don't know what he is writing about.
  2. It is not about Priscilla Johnson but another Armstrong-blunder. Quote H&L page 280 "Eight months after interviewing Oswald, Priscilla Johnson was expelled from the Soviet Union (in July, 1960). A short time later, while a corespondent for NANA, she covered Khrushchev's 1960 visit to the United States. " Close quote. Really? Khrushchev visited the United States in 1959 ... arrival: September 15. 1959 ...departure: September 28th 1959 ...
  3. She lied much ... for "national security" reasons, of course ... R.I.P Quote from her "Ossi did it" book "Marina and Lee": "One evening during the last week of August, she (Marina) and June went for a stroll. Arriving home about twilight, they found Lee on the porch (in NOLA September 1963) perched on one knee, pointing his rife toward the street. It was the first time she had seen him with his rifle in months—and she was horrified. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Get the heck out of here,” he said. “Don’t talk to me. Get on about your own a airs.” A few evenings later she again found him on the porch with his rifle. “Playing with your gun again, are you?” she said, sarcastically. “Fidel Castro needs defenders,” Lee said. “I’m going to join his army of volunteers. I’m going to be a revolutionary.” After that, busy indoors, Marina frequently heard a clicking sound out on the porch while Lee was sitting there at dusk. She heard it three times a week, maybe more often, until the middle of September. Often she saw him clean the rifle, but this did not worry her because she knew that he had not taken it out of the house to practice. “So it’s Cuba this time. If he’s got to use his gun,” she thought to herself, “let him take it to his Cuba. They’re always shooting down there anyway. Just so he doesn’t use it here.” But just in case, she exacted a promise from him that he would not use the rifle against anybody in the United States." Close Quote Eric Rogers who was Oswalds neighbor in NOLA in 1963 for five months (May to September) saw him on the porch often ... but never with a rifle ... Warren Commission Hearing The testimony of Eric Rogers was taken on July 21, 1964, at the Old Civil Courts Building, Royal and Conti Streets, New Orleans, La., by Mr. Wesley J. Liebeler, assistant counsel of the President's Commission. Quote: Mr. Liebeler . Did you ever see any rifle or firearms of any type in his possession at that time? Mr. Rogers . No; Close quote BTW: July 21. 7. 1964 was the day Mary Sherman was murdered. Only Eric Rogers testified on that day in NOLA. All the other NOLA witnesses testified in April 1964.
  4. The man with the sun glasses could be Sid Hershman Rorke and Sid Hershman on a plane together in 1963;
  5. According to Armstrongs H&L the Oswald buried in Forth Worth was NOT the Oswald who has undergone a mastoidectomy in the 1940ties. When the body of Oswald was exhumed in 1981 the docs found out there was a bone defect that was having been caused by a mastoidectomy. H&L was refuted 20 years before it was published --- Key points A mastoidectomy is an operation to take away part of the bone from behind the ear. A mastoidectomy is done because of an infection or cholesteatoma that spreads to the mastoid bone. Your child will need an operation to remove the diseased part of the mastoid bone.
  6. Armstrong claims: Robert Lee Oswald, (Oswalds older brother, born 1934) grew up knowing his real mother (Marguerite ONE) and brother (Lee).(You don't say) ... BUT AT SOME POINT IN THE 1950ties they (his real mother and his real brother) WHERE REPLACED BY THE OTHER MOTHER (Marguerite TWO) AND THE OTHER BROTHER Harvey) without him noticing. ROFLMAO The Life Summary of Robert Edward Lee who did not realize that in the 1950ties his mother and his brother where secretly replaced by another mother and another brother ... When Robert Edward Lee Oswald Jr was born on 7 April 1934, in New Orleans, Orleans, Louisiana, United States, his father, Robert Lee Oswald, was 38 and his mother, Marguerite Francis Claverie, was 26. He lived in Denton Township, Roscommon, Michigan, United States in 1989. He died on 27 November 2017, in Wichita Falls, Wichita, Texas, United States, at the age of 83, and was buried in Wichita Falls, Wichita, Texas, United States.
  7. Well there is some Info at the end of WCH Vol 15. But that is no true index it is crap. It only provides a list of names within the volumes. There are no city names, such as New Orleans, San Francisco, Chicago, or Dallas. There is no Moscow. No Minsk. There are no agency names, such as FBI, CIA, or ONI. And why do you think Sylvia Meagher sat down and compiled the only usable and true Masterindex of all of the WC Volumes??? Armstrongs claim in H&L, quote: proves, that he don't know what he is talking about ... Another one: In Armstrongs H&L Oswalds address when he worked for Leslie Welding at Montgomery Ward in Forth Worth, is wrong. It is not, as Armstrong claims 2703 Mercedes Street, it is 2703 Mercedes Avenue. There is no Mercedes Street in Forth Worth. This misinfo is in the Warren Commission Volumes too ... which makes me wonder what other misinfo Armstrong took uncritically out of the WC Volumes whenever it fit his crazy story. KK
  8. H&L, quote: Problem here: There is no index to the Warren Commission 26 Volumes made by the Commission. Only the Warren Commission Report has an index. And there the CIA is mentioned several times: Index Warren Commission Report: Central Intelligence Agency, 22, 245, 258, 259, 266, 269, 272, 274-275, 279^ 280, 284, 305, 309-310, 327, 359, 365, 371, 433-434, 438, 456, 459, 461, 463- 464, 659-660, 748, 762, 777.
  9. And that is, what Robert Lee Oswald has to say on the evening of Nov. 25.11.1963 when interviewed by SS Agent Howard at SIX FLAGS HOTEL: It was his brother Lee Harvey Oswald who Robert Lee Oswald saw in September 1959 (they were rabbit hunting together for last time), and it was his brother Lee Harvey Oswald he picked up at Lovefield/Dallas at June 14th 1962 ... and Lee harvey Oswald was acc. to his brother ... THE BOY I HAD ALWAYS KNOWN ... But Armstrong know better: Lee left his brother in September 1959 and some Lee- impostor HARVEY ( a Hungarian born refugee who spoke Russian, Hungarian and English, raised in New York) came back in 1962 ... of course ... Robert Lee Oswald was the last close relative who saw his brother LHO (at a hunting trip mid September 1959)just days before he went to Russia. And he was the first close relative who saw LHO when he picked him(and Marina) up at Lovefield airport June 14th 1962 ... an acc. to hom: HE WAS THE BOY I HAD ALWAYS KNOWN ...Robert Lee Oswald said that on November the 25th 1963 about 30 hours after the murder of his brother in his first interview with government officials. Not once but twice ...
  10. The two moms are the running gag of H&L: Armstrongs book should have the title: "Harvey and Marguerite plus Lee and Frances Claverie Oswald". Or is it the other way around? "Harvey and Frances Claverie plus Lee and Marguerite Oswald"? "Harvey and Lee and Marguerite and Frances Claverie" would also be a possibility ... ... two Ossis and two Moms and Marina Oswald never knew if she was sleeping with Ossi or Lee and to whom she was talking to Marguerite or Frances Claverie ... H&L is a joke while secret labs to weaponize cancer or viruses are not a joke.
  11. Not only Craig and Weitzman were talking about a Mauser. (Sad enough Weitzman in 1967 was brainwashed by CBS to "confess" on camera he never saw a Mauser ... ) Quote Garrison "On the trail of the assassins" : "A great deal of confusion surrounded this second-rate Italian rifle because there was compelling evidence that it was not the weapon found in the assassin’s lair shortly after the assassination. Officer Seymour Weitzman, part of the Dallas police search team, later described the discovery of the rifle on the afternoon of November 22. He stated that it had been so well hidden under boxes of books that the officers stumbled over it many times before they found it. Officer Weitzman, who had an engineering degree and also operated a sporting goods store, was recognized as an authority on weapons. Consequently, Dallas Homicide Chief Will Fritz, who was on the scene, asked him the make of the rifle. Weitzman identified it as a 7.65 Mauser, a highly accurate German-made weapon. Deputy Sheriff Roger Craig was also there and later recalled the word “Mauser” inscribed in the metal of the gun. And Deputy Sheriff Eugene Boone executed a sworn affidavit in which he described the rifle as a Mauser. As late as midnight of November 22, Dallas District Attorney Henry Wade told the media that the weapon found was a Mauser." Close Quote At the very time Kennedys manipulative autopsy in the Bethesda-morgue was closed and Oswald was officially accused of killing Kennedy (shortly after the midnight conference 22.11.1963) the Mauser which was in Wades office that Friday, became a Carcano ... and not just one Carcano, as Gil Jesus points out, but three ...
  12. Combing the Internet I stumbled over this database which IMO is a helpful research tool. Never knew that Oswald had the cryptonym GPFLOOR, JFK was GPIDEAL that RFK was GPFOCUS and Lyndon Johnson GPLOGIC. Maybe that's not news , anyhow here's the link, worth a read ... CIA CRYPTONYMS
  13. @Pamela Brown Are you implying that nurse Ratched should take care of Haslam and Baker? -- And Oliver Stone too who said to Baker, quote: "I believe you?" close quote. That's really something ... 🧐
  14. Maybe that too was the reason why CBS all of a sudden canceled their 60 Minute piece on JVB? Or why Fauci and his gain of function gang are XXXXX? Or Julian Assange is rotting in prison? There is a can of worms in high places ...
  15. Here are the Connallys in January 1992 on Larry King, with their statements ( start 4min into the clip), ceushing the SBT implicating more then one shooter and a conspiracy. Connally January 1992 on Larry King An exhumation of Connally would turn to light some remaining bullet fragments in his left thigh. There are no missing bullet fragment on CE 399 (which is presented to the world having caused Kennedys head, neck and all of Conallys injuries.)
  16. Alien secrets or not ... I can't prove it. What I can see is that JFK was about to put an end to the cold war, a move, which was not in the playbook of the hawks who surrounded him (and his brother.) Therefore they pushed the "magic button". And another thing: Just like the UFO's tales were always used to distract us to see the more profane reasons of the Kennedy-Killings, I wonder for what reason UFO's are used these days. To distract us from what? Some crazy little viruses, maybe ... 😉
  17. The last paragraph of this New York Tomes Obituary of David Belin shows author Eric Paces sense of humor ... quote: David W. Belin, Warren Commission Lawyer, Dies at 70 By Eric Pace Jan. 18, 1999 David W. Belin, a lawyer for the Warren Commission, which investigated the Kennedy assassination, and for the Rockefeller Commission, which looked at Central Intelligence Agency activities, died yesterday at St. Mary's Hospital of the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minn. He was 70 and lived in Windsor Heights, Iowa, and on the East Side of Manhattan. The cause was head injuries sustained in a fall in his hotel room in Rochester, where he had gone for his annual physical checkup at the Mayo Clinic, said Michael Gartner, the editor of The Tribune in Ames, Iowa. After the fall, Mr. Belin was in a coma for 12 days. Mr. Belin (pronounced ''BELL-in'') was a co-owner of The Tribune with Mr. Gartner, a former president of NBC News, and of other Midwestern publications. At his death, he was the senior partner in the Des Moines law firm Belin Lamson McCormick Zumbach Flynn. He worked in various areas of the law, including corporate law, litigation and estate law. In New York, he served as an adviser to wealthy families. He was described, in an editorial written for today's issue of The Tribune, as ''a moderate Republican who had no use for the far right of his party or the far left of the Democratic Party.'' Mr. Belin was appointed by Chief Justice Earl Warren in 1964 to be assistant counsel to the Warren Commission, whose formal name was the President's Commission to Report Upon the Assassination of President Kennedy. The commission was created by executive order of President Lyndon B. Johnson and given broad powers. Mr. Belin concluded that Lee Harvey Oswald had worked entirely on his own as the President's assassin, and the commission's main finding was that speculation that conspirators or Government elements were involved in the killing was false. In its final report, the commission affirmed that Mr. Oswald had acted on his own. In later years, Mr. Belin defended his work against those who criticized the investigation of the President's death, and his writings included two books about the assassination. The truth, he liked to say, was all that was sought, and he remained adamant in his conviction that the truth had indeed been determined. The Tribune editorial said: ''He was sure -- more sure than he was of anything else -- that Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone when he killed John F. Kennedy on that awful day in Dallas in 1963. He would argue the minutest detail with anyone who challenged him, and he would excoriate Oliver Stone and others who preached of conspiracies. That issue could make his blood boil.'' In an article in The New York Times Magazine in 1988, Mr. Belin declared: ''The truth is that Lee Harvey Oswald was the lone gunman who murdered President John F. Kennedy and Dallas Police Officer J. D. Tippit on that tragic Friday afternoon in Dallas.'' But he went on to acknowledge that, as he put it, ''25 years after the event, a majority of the American public does not believe the truth. Rather, polls have shown that most Americans believe President Kennedy was assassinated as an outgrowth of a conspiracy.'' In 1975, Mr. Belin was appointed by President Gerald R. Ford, who had been a member of the Warren Commission, to be executive director of Vice President Nelson A. Rockefeller's Commission on C.I.A. Activities Within the United States, which became informally known as the Rockefeller Commission. While serving on the commission's staff, Mr. Belin learned of extensive Government plots to kill the Cuban leader Fidel Castro. He proposed a Congressional investigation to examine ''whether or not there is any credible evidence of a foreign conspiracy.'' ''The Warren Commission found none,'' he said, ''but the Warren Commission did not have any information concerning the C.I.A. assassination plots.'' Around that time a Senate select committee issued a 347-page report declaring that United States officials had ''instigated'' plots to kill two foreign leaders and had known about or supported the overthrow of three others that had resulted in their deaths. The report found no evidence that the C.I.A. had carried out any assassinations. (...) While Mr. Belin lay in a coma in his last days, a friend, visiting him, sought to appraise how ill he really was. He held Mr. Belin's hand, watched his face hopefully and, after a preliminary remark, said, ''David, I think there was a conspiracy to kill John F. Kennedy.'' The friend was grieved when, for once, Mr. Belin gave no rebuttal. Close quote
  18. Quote Harvey and Lee, by john Armstrong " But Oswald was not staying at the Murret's and his whereabouts and activities from April 24-29 (1963)are unknown. " Close quote. False. The whereabouts and activities of LHO from April the 26th to April the 29th a r e known. Quote ME AND LEE, by Judyth Vary Baker Monday April 29th 1963, NOLA: — CHAPTER 9 — THE TARGET Monday, April 29, 1963 After a few hours of restless sleep, I took a bus to Royal Castle, where I once again plunged into the hectic morning rush. I was surprised when Lee walked in, since we had agreed to meet later in the day at Woolworth’s on Canal Street. He sat down and ordered breakfast. As I served him, Lee said that the previous morning his Uncle Dutz had moved his stuff by car from the bus station lockers to the Murret’s garage: Lee was now living with the Murrets. Dutz had also given him the car to use today, which is why Lee could meet me so early. We had wheels for the day! After my shift ended, we headed back to town. On the way, he said he wanted to buy some second-hand clothes for me like Marina would wear. I would have “my own set of Marina clothes, whenever I needed them.” That way, she would not be puzzled about missing clothes. Whenever I needed them? Would I have to meet even more people, at other times, pretending to be Lee’s wife? Whoa! But a sense of adventure had risen in me. I was being brought into Lee’s clandestine world! We stopped at the Salvation Army store, and Lee bought me a skirt and blouse. He was going for the Russian peasant look of that period, which was very plain. I put the clothes on, and they fit fine. In the car, Lee brushed my hair and put it into a ponytail. He said that my hair was finer in texture than Marina’s, but it was the same color and length. He wanted to pass me off as Marina in Banister’s office, so Banister’s staff would not know I existed. It was, after all, a private detective agency, full of nosy and observant people. (…) We got back in the car and Lee drove us to Lafayette Square, located in the 600 block of St. Charles Avenue near the old federal courthouse. He pulled over and let me off on Camp Street, telling me to wait there while he parked the car. He came back on foot in a few minutes and then walked me around the corner to Mr. Banister’s office. Inside, the air was musty from old air conditioners, and the décor reminded me of an out-dated attorney’s office. I saw several people who looked like secretaries working at their desks. Swinging doors guarded the entrance to the file room, providing some privacy for people handling the confidential files. A door which led to Guy Banister’s office was clearly marked with his name. It was closed.We approached the middle-aged secretary and, Lee introduced us by saying “Mr. and Mrs. Oswald are here to see Mr. Banister.” The secretary greeted us in a friendly manner and made a comment to me, but I kept my head down, as Lee had directed, and softly said something back in Russian. “Mrs. Oswald doesn’t speak any English,” Lee explained to the secretary, “so she can’t really talk to you.” The secretary kept talking to me anyway, as women often do. This annoyed Lee, so he stressed the point again by saying, “I am sorry, but Mrs. Oswald does not speak English.” After a few minutes, Mr. Banister came out and invited us into his private office. Once inside, I saw even more file cabinets and piles of papers stacked on the floor. Mr. Banister was alert and businesslike, with a commanding presence. “So, this is Mrs. Oswald, is it?” he said, as he shook my hand. Then he smiled at Lee, as he closed the door. Banister’s sly smilemade me realize that he already knew I wasn’t really Mrs. Oswald. “I understand you needed to meet me,” he said sternly. I was now standing face to face with a man who was supposed to allay my fears and instill trust in me. His craggy visage was framed by a square jaw and wavygrey hair. His eyes glared with authority that was almost arrogant. And one could not help but notice that he was wearing a shoulder holster which held a large silver pistol. This man was armed and wanted those around him to know it. I was almost speechless, but managed to acknowledge his comment, as my eyes studied the room. The walls were covered with certificates and awards from his years in the FBI, alerting his visitors to his former greatness. (...) Lee gave me a nod to let me know it was time to tell Mr. Banister why I was there. So I explained to Banister that I had misgivings after hearing Dave Ferrie and his Cuban friends talk about killing both Castro and Kennedy. I needed to know if the project that I had been asked to work on was really a secret project for the American government. Mr. Banister assured me it was, and added that Ferrie would often floatideas like that to measure the Cubans’ reactions. It was part of his job as an undercover agent working within the Cuban exile community. He said they were working on a get-Castro project, and that summaries of Ferrie’s cancer research reports were photocopied on the Xerox machine in his office before being sent on to Georgia. Banister said I was needed for this special medical project, and then urged Lee to take me upstairs, gesturing to the room above his head. The only access to this inner chamber was a staircase along one wall. The stairs were newly installed and the wall had not yet been sheetrocked, leaving the wooden studs exposed. He said these stairs would soon be concealed behind a normal-looking wall of sheetrock, so people wouldn’tknow they were there. Not even Banister’s own staff had access to the room above without passing through his private office. We climbed upstairs, where there were even more filing cabinets. These were Banister’s “high treasures.” He proudly explained that these were the secret files that David Ferrie had been helping him with. Information was his business, Banister boasted, and these files were the really important ones. There, in his secret upstairs room, Guy Banister told me Lee Oswald was also working with him, and was being groomed to do his part to save Cuba from Communism. With these comments, my concerns about Lee and Ferrie’s loyalties and Ferrie’s outlandish claims about Kennedy and Castro were put to rest. (...) Once we were back in the car, I asked Lee what in those files was so important. Lee explained Banister’s situation to me. After leaving the FBI, Banister had come to New Orleans to be the Deputy Chief of Police, supposedly to root out corruption. His stay was brief. There was an incident which led to Banister’s dismissal from the NOPD. Lee suggested that Banister may have been framed. But being publicly fired disgraced this proud man, who was determined to get his revenge. In response, he started a private investigation agency and hired spies to gather incriminating information on the New Orleans police and the city’s politicians, concerning their connections to the Mafia. He updated his secret files constantly to chronicle the deep and persistent state of corruption. Ironically, Banister was being paid for these efforts by Carlos Marcello’s attorney. But, Lee cautioned, despite Banister’s moralistic veneer, he was now drinking too much and had taken one of his secretaries as a mistress, both of which made him vulnerable. Lee said Dave Ferrie was concerned about Banister’s drinking, as it increasingly loosened his lips about their secret operations. At last, I understood how Dave could work for the former head of Chicago’s FBI and Carlos Marcello at the same time, despite the apparent conflict of allegiance. (...) We were still in the downtown area, and Lee wanted us to check in with two employment agencies. We did so quickly and then, since we still had his uncle’s car, Lee suggested we go to Pontchartrain Beach, the amusement park on the shores of Lake Pontchartrain that had just opened for the year. I was quite ready for some fun, and my trust in Lee was re-established, so I agreed. (...) We had reached Pontchartrain Beach, and Lee parked the car. (…) After a wonderful day, Lee dropped me off at the place I was now calling “The Mansion.” (...) That night, I was left to myself in my romantic new home. As I looked around, I was shocked to see an eye at the keyhole. Mrs. Webber! That nosy old bat! I stuffed it with paper. Then I locked the sliding doors and went to sleep. End of Monday, April 29th 1963, NOLA. Close Quote LEE AND ME, by Judyth Vary Baker
  19. And don't forget that Howard Hunt told you that JFK was killed because he gave the US-UFO secrets away to the Russians. 🛸
  20. IMO Marina Oswald was (is) a low level IC-assett completely out of the loop and not knowing what is going on around her. The Warren Commission was kneading her like a piece of wax till she fit into the cover ... all her statements and interviews are rather useless ... BTW: With a stroke of her pen she could give permission to release LHOs tax records ...
  21. Quote Harvey and Lee, b< j. Armstoing: " But Oswald was not staying at the Murret's and his whereabouts and activities from April 24-29 (1963)are unknown. " Close quote. The whereabouts and activities of LHO a r e known. Quote ME AND LEE, by Judyth Vary Baker: — CHAPTER 8 — THE PARTY Sunday, April 28, 1963 The next morning, I worked my two-hour shift at Royal Castle and returned to the boarding house on St. Charles Ave. Lee arrived by midmorning as we had planned. First he wanted to locate his father’s grave, then show me the sights of his city. His Uncle Dutz had given him the names of a few relatives who might be willing to help him find the grave. One was an elderly aunt. We caught a streetcar and transferred to a bus. As we rode, Lee pointed to a street and said, “My cousin’s visiting over there. I can use his car later today to show you around the city.” “Why can’t we use it now?” I asked. “They need it to go to Mass, but later, it’ll be okay.” (...) We arrived in the neighborhood where his elderly aunt lived. As we approached her home, Lee thought it best for me to wait a few houses away.“If she blows up at me,” he said, “at least she won’t blow up at you, too.” After half an hour, Lee came out. I could tell by the expression on his face that the meeting had not been pleasant. She had been soured by the news of his defection, but after scolding him she grudgingly gave Lee information concerning his father’s gravesite. We got back on the bus and went to pick up the car. I thought to myself, “At least one of his cousins still likes him.” By now, I knew his relatives shouldn’t be seeing me, so I waited beside the car, while Lee got the keys. Then we got in the car and drove off to find the cemetery. As he drove, Lee talked about his aunt’s bitter rejection.1’ “It’s the price I have to pay,” he told me, “but that doesn’t mean I have to like it,” ending with “I hope someday my children will know the truth about me. “ Lee stared straight ahead as he revealed more about his difficult childhood. His father died two months before he was born. When the insurance money ran out, his brother Robert and his half-brother, John Pic, were taken to the Lutheran Bethlehem orphanage in New Orleans. Lee, at first too young to go there, was sent to stay with his Aunt Lil and Uncle Dutz Murret until he was three years old. Then Marguerite placed Lee with his brothers in the orphanage “to keep the boys together,” visiting them only on weekends. “My aunt and uncle cried when I left. So did I,” Lee admitted. (...) We reached the cemetery, and wandered through a fascinating maze looking for his father’s grave. (…) And we were in a cemetery with no one around. I considered asking him to take me back to the boarding house, but decided to wait until he found his father’s grave. (...) Lee turned the conversation back to his wife Marina. He said Marina had repeatedly been unfaithful to him since the early days of their marriage. “It almost destroyed me when she cheated on me the first time,” he admitted. “But she did it as easily as drinking a bottle of beer.” (...) Lee told me how their relationship began back in the Soviet Union and described it as a marriage of convenience. Lee had feared deportation, and needed to marry a Russian girl to stay in the country. Marina, on the other hand, wanted to marry an American man so she could go to America. (...) Lee drove us to the French Quarter, where we walked around Jackson Square and looked at the artists’ paintings hanging on the fence. There we saw the majestic St. Louis Cathedral, flanked by the historic Cabildo buildings which hold much of the city’s colorful history. We walked down Pirate’s Alley and windowshopped our way down Royal Street’s antique stores and fine art galleries. When we got to Bourbon Street, Lee pointed out a restaurant where he’d swept floors and washed dishes as a teenager. “It was my first lucrative job, working for my uncle’s friends,” he joked, explaining that he spent the money he made on comic books and playing pool. Lee noted that he wasn’t much richer today, though he did have enough change for buses and hoped to have enough money for a trip to the zoo. (…) We were both planning to attend Dave’s party that night, but I needed to get some sleep first, so Lee dropped me off at the boarding house and gave me a brotherly kiss on the cheek. (...) A loud tapping on my window woke me up. It was Lee. He had broughtsome groceries from a deli. I put the perishables in Mrs. Webber’s refrigerator, and then we sat together on the porch swing and ate oranges. Long shadows on the lawn foretold the sunset. (...) Lee had returned the car to his cousin, since I had nixed plans to drive around with him after Dave’s party was over. Now we were on our way by streetcar and bus, sitting quietly together as we traveled. (...) I wanted very much to meet Dr. Sherman, who was slated to make an appearance at the party, but I was still feeling uncertain about Lee. (...) We walked arm-in-arm up to Dave’s apartment. The upstairs porch was brightly lit, with rock and roll music announcing the party. Competing with it was the sound of many loud voices. A number of older cars were parked in the street. I saw two men sitting in one of the cars, kissing. Lee noticed them, too.“Be prepared,” he said. “There will be some unusual people here.” “I’m beginning to notice,” I confirmed. “Dave has to cultivate a variety of contacts,” Lee explained. “You can’t have an information network in this city without running into some of these characters.” “I’m glad you’re with me,” I said, as we walked around to the back door, climbed the stairs and navigated around a pair of boys who were smoking pot and smooching. As we entered Dave’s kitchen, Lee said, “I say, to each his own. It’s a human right to have sex, whatever way you wish, so long as it doesn’t hurt anybody. Is that offensive to you?” “No, no,” I answered. “But my preferences are totally traditional.” “Have you explored other options?” Lee countered. “Not interested,” I assured him. “I am happy with the male variety, thank you very much.” “As for me,” Lee said, “I observed that the original blueprint was successful. Men and women were built to fit together like a puzzle. But if that doesn’t work for somebody, let them do whatever pleases them. I used to tear pictures of pretty women from comic books and catalogs, and take them to bed with me,” he confided, smiling. “I just never had the tendency to tear out pictures of good looking men and fantasize about them. So I guess I’m not gay.”The apartment was filled with people. Dave had put the paraphernalia out of sight, so no one would guess he had a lab in his kitchen. We grabbed some goodies, then moved to greet Dave, who stood between the crowded dining room and the kitchen, chain smoking. He was talking earnestly with some young white males who looked like students. The air was thick with smoke, mingling the sweet aroma of marijuana and illegal Cuban cigars with cigarette tobacco. Dave introduced us as “friends” to several people, but the music was so loud I could hardly understand a word. Most of the guests were fit looking adult males, mostly Cuban and Mexican, some with their girlfriends in tow. (...) Lee and I had fun dancing to a couple of rock ‘n’ roll songs and then took time to rest. I noticed a pair of thin, nervous looking men dressed in black suits. Lee said David Ferrie called them “Martin and Lewis,” a nickname that referred to the comedian Jerry Lewis and his singing pal, Dean Martin. “They look like they’re from the FBI,” I commented. “They should,” Lee answered. “They work for Guy Banister, and he was a big FBI hotshot. They’re probably here to pick up information for Banister.” Lee introduced me to the strange pair. Both apparently had wives who were not present. As Jack Martin continued to drink, he became increasingly obnoxious and started flirting with some of the gay men. David Lewis ignored him and got out one of Ferrie’s chess sets. I didn’t want to play because Dr. Sherman might arrive at any moment. So I sat in a corner with a book and kept an eye on the party while Lee played Lewis.The party was still in full swing when Dr. Sherman arrived. You couldn’t miss her. She was by far the best-dressed person in the room. She was a professional, middle-aged woman with attractive features. Her hair was pulled back severely in a French twist. Dave Ferrie brought me over to her. She was speaking fluent Spanish to two dark men. “Mary, this is Miss Vary,” Dave said. “She’s been anxious to meet you.” “I’m sorry, but I can’t talk to her now,” she told him, without looking at me. “Dr. Sherman,” I interjected, “Has Dr. Ochsner spoken to you about me yet?” “I can’t talk to you now!” she repeated, sharply. “Please excuse me.” She then turned around and resumed talking to the two men in Spanish, as if I were not even there. She led them onto the porch, leaving Dave looking perplexed. My insecurities swelled. Why didn’t Dr. Sherman want to talk to me? “Is she upset with me about something?” I asked Dave. “Let it go, for now,” Dave said. “She must have her reasons.” I felt crushed. “Can I go in your bedroom, and just read until she leaves?” I asked.“I wouldn’t recommend going in there,” Dave said. “Just go back to your corner, if you want to read. Nobody will bother you.” I curled up with my book again. I thought about asking Lee to take me home, but I didn’t. Dr. Sherman did not stay long. As she prepared to leave, I saw her open the refrigerator and remove the container of mouse tumors. Were they the real reason she had come to the party? (…) David Lewis worked several part-time jobs, mostly handling luggage, but his passions were politics, chess, and classical music. These were interests he shared with Lee. He said that his wife Anna was a waitress at Thompson’s Restaurant on St. Charles Avenue, and he invited Lee and me to stop by the restaurant for a free piece of pie. In the same breath, he warned us not to mention anything about his working for Guy Banister to Anna, because he’d told her he had quit. (...) Things started getting pretty crazy. Ferrie physically ejected Jack Martin from the party, calling him a drunk and telling him to go home. Around two A.M. the police arrived and ordered Ferrie to shut the party down. The music suddenly stopped, and people left. The place was a wreck. Ferrie looked at his disheveled apartment and muttered that he wasn’t going to have another party for a long time. (...) … I was having deep reservations about Dr. David Ferrie and his cancer research project. He was a blatantly suspicious character, who had made subversive remarks against President Kennedy, and claimed that hewas ordered to kill Fidel Castro. This, in combination with the wild nature of the party, Dr. Sherman’s refusal to speak to me, Dave’s drunkenness and the assortment of shady characters made me want to run in the opposite direction. So I put him off, saying I couldn’t make any decisions until I talked to Dr. Ochsner. “That’s fine with me,” Ferrie said. “After all, Ochsner’s the boss.” Dave then offered to drive us home, but Lee, seeing Dave was too tipsy to drive safely, declined the offer. Lee called a cab, and we went outside to wait for it. I said I didn’t believe Ferrie’s project was secretly sponsored by the CIA. I thought it was all a dream in his messed up head. Lee said soothingly, “Dave might sound like he is exaggerating, but he’s not. I don’t know all the details yet,” he went on, “but if Ferrie says it’s that important, it is.” I informed Lee that I wasn’t all that impressed with him, either. As far as I knew Lee could be a spy for the wrong side, right along with this socalled “Dr. Ferrie,” and I wouldn’t agree to anything until I met with Dr. Ochsner later the next week. “It’ll be too late by then,” Lee said, “to get you into the proper position.” “What proper position?” I asked. “I don’t even know if Dr. Sherman will accept me into her lab now.” I was frightened at the thought. Soon we arrived at the boarding house, but the hour was very late. Mrs. Webber, whose schedule seemed to include staying up all night and sleeping until noon, would surely notice. “There’s no law against attending a party,” Lee said firmly, escorting me up the steps. “You have the right to come and go as you please. But I can’t leave you upset like this. What can I do?” “I don’t know,” I told him. “I need proof that Dr. Ferrie isn’t lying and that Dr. Sherman isn’t going to dump me; and that I’m not getting into the wrong crowd.” (...) “I have a solution to your problem. You should meet Guy Banister. He was the head of the FBI’s Chicago office and can verify the legitimacy of our project. Would that make you feel better?” “I would very much like to meet Mr. Banister,” I admitted. “Then you must play a bit of a role,” Lee said. “We don’t want you seen there, so we need to disguise you as my wife. Nobody in Banister’s office has seen her so far. I can fix your hair into a ponytail, like Marina. We can take off your makeup. You can wear her clothes.” “You have her clothes?” “A box or so,” he said. “I’ll look through them.” (…) End of Sunday 28th of April 1963. Close quote ME AND LEE, by Judyth Vary Baker Quote Harvey and Lee, b< j. Armstoing: " But Oswald was not staying at the Murret's and his whereabouts and activities from April 24-29 (1963)are unknown. " Close quote. The whereabouts and activities of LHO a r e known.
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