J. D. Tippit: Was he part of the conspiracy?

[William Kelly]

I think this is important. Does anybody else?

Can anyone get a copy of the Texas Ranger affidavit mentioned below? I'd also like to identify the father of Robinson's friend, a Dallas policeman. Is it Frank M. Martin? Is there anything else available on this story? - BK

The Incredible Story of Mike Robinson by Walt Brown, Ph.D

Reprinted from "Treachery in Dallas."

From Probable Cause Australia:

http://74.125.47.132/search?q=cache:9MdD-T...=clnk&gl=us

Anyone who does not believe strongly in either irony or coincidence will have to rethink their attitudes when they hear the revelations given to me by Mike Robinson.

As it is the central thesis of my work that elements within the Dallas Police Department had a far greater involvement in the JFK assassination than heretofore considered, it seems odd that the same police department "gave" me Mike Robinson.

November 22, 1993, was the thirtieth anniversary of the tragedy in Dealey Plaza, and, as such, was the occasion for the dedication of that area as an historic landmark. I arrived there with my wife and Texas researcher Russ McLean early enough to be close enough to be able to see the goings-on. But the local blues were forcing people out of the plaza until all was ready. I was thus manhandled from the reflecting pool across the street to the TSBD, then around the corner to a point on Houston between the TSBD and the former Dal-Tex building. When I met resistance indicating I could be pushed no farther, I found myself next to Mike, who was giving an interview to a local television network.

What he had to say was incredible, and the TV anchorperson was lost for the right questions to ask. She did ask, however, if Mike was willing to take his story to the FBI, and he said he would--if the film crew would come with him to document the event. They declined.

I subsequently contacted Mike, as I had copied his name and phone number from the reporter's notes (Woodward or Bernstein I'm not). I explained that I had been standing next to him for the interview and that I had heard most of his comments, but that I just wanted to make sure I had heard them correctly. Mr. Robinson, not knowing my voice over the phone from Adam's, checked me out through people in Texas and only then shared his story.

Mike Robinson was fourteen years old the day the president was killed. Since I had been sixteen at the time, I felt I could relate to the emotions he told of.

He had watched the motorcade at Main and Harwood, the corner where Dallas police headquarters was located, with a friend whose father was a higher-up in the police. I have since been able to confirm the existence of both the friend, his father's rank, and his father's perhaps too-deep curiosity as to the events of November 22.

After the motorcade passed, the boys went to a theater, bought their tickets and popcorn, and then heard the rapidly spreading news that the president had been shot. Figuring that headquarters would be the center of subsequent action, he and his friend hastened back there in time to get to the third floor, check in with the friend's father, and then see Lee Oswald being led out of the elevator. Since this was a once-in-a-lifetime adventure for a young boy, and since the media were mobbing the area anyway, they stayed and observed the goings-on.

Mike indicated that he overheard in conversation that it was clear to anyone who was talking that the police were convinced beyond all reasonable doubt, even as early as 2:30 P.M., that Oswald was the culprit on both counts. He also learned that J. D. Tippit had been killed. That event, while tragic, was not overly troubling to Mike, as many neighborhood kids knew Tippit from his comings and goings at Austin's Barbeque, and Tippit had arrested Mike's brother for drinking beer in public. The local teenagers, it was noted, had no use for Tippit, whom they viewed as your garden-variety asshole.

Putting that aside, Mike and his friend saw Oswald moved from the various places he was shunted to, and also saw him inside one of the glass homicide cubicles, until such time as newspaper was taped up to keep out the curious. Mike also saw Bobby Hargis, the motorcycle officer splattered by particulate matter from the president, return to headquarters with blood and brain matter on him and his helmet, and when the realization of events hit Hargis, he violently slammed the helmet into a wall and literally went berserk, requiring a number of other officers to restrain him (an event unknown to--or unreported by -- the Warren Commission).

As afternoon approached evening, a trip to the rest room became an absolute necessity, but with extra police and media on the third floor, that was impossible. So Mike was taken, by the ranking officer whose son he was with, down to the lowest level of the building, where the officers had their lockers, and told that the rest room was just past the locker room.

While in a toilet/stall, the enormity of events hit Mike hard and he became emotional about them now that he found himself literally alone with the knowledge that the president he had waved to just a few hours earlier was now in a coffin. As this emotional turmoil came upon him, the rest room serenity was broken by the arrival of three individuals. Not to appear a sissy or be embarrassed, Mike lifted his feet and "hid" in the stall so that anyone observing would think that only the three men who had just entered were present.

Their brief conversation forever changed Mike Robinson's life. Initially there were whispers, but eventually one individual--and these people were police or police-related in the officers' rest room--vented some anger through gritted teeth, with appropriate profanity, to make statements that add great credence to the thesis enunciated herein.

As Mike Robinson reconstructs the statements, their order was:

(angrily) "You knew you were supposed to kill Lee," followed by icy silence, then the same voice in the same nasty tone, "then, you stupid son of a bitch, you go kill a cop .... " At this point, another individual entered the room, and the first three fell silent. The newcomer, whom Mike could identify as wearing blue, "did his business, flushed the urinal, and left." The original three then concluded, "Lee will have to be killed before they take him to Washington."

Naturally uncomfortable with what he had heard, Mike remained in his hideout for a decent span of time after the three men left the room, then left. As he passed through the police locker room, one officer, in the process of changing his clothes, stared at Mike, as if to say, "Were you in there when we were?" Having been shown every available photo of officers on the Dallas police force at that time, Mike Robinson believes that the man who stared at him in a menacing way was Roscoe White.

Caveat emptor: Some of the narrative cited above came to light as a result of hypnosis. This is not uncommon police procedure, as witnesses to crimes can often be hypnotized and reveal details--from clothing to license plates--that they seemed totally unaware of in a conscious state. I was hypnotized in 1984 to begin the cure of a phobic concern, and I can personally report the success of the hypnosis. So if one chooses to see Mike as an opportunist, the obvious criticism is that he did not recall the entire story, although to this day, when he sees the ominous photo of Roscoe White in the Dallas Assassination Information Center, he admits that it scares the living hell out of him.

The hypnosis, which I asked a number of skeptical questions about and which will be well covered in Coke Buchanan's writings about Mike, was done by an expert with a Ph.D. in hypnotherapy. It revealed that it was Mike's deep-seated belief that one of the three bathroom individuals had something to do with an "agency." He also believes "100 percent" that Roscoe White killed J. D. Tippit.

I have checked with sources to see if it was in any way possible that Oswald could have been in that bathroom, or if media people had made statements that could have been confused. I was assured that Oswald did "his business" in his cell, or in the third-floor rest room, and that the one place that would have been off-limits to press, and thus private to officers, was the area in question.

** UPDATE **

I promised Mike I would be in contact with him at the time of publication (whenever that was, as it was unclear in November, 1993, although the original completed book had been submitted in August, 1993); so in the summer of 1995, I got in touch with Mike, and he became slightly concerned about the publication. Taking steps to protect himself, he visited the barracks of the "Texas Rangers" (the state police), and gave a statement very similar to that which I described in Treachery in Dallas. He told the officer that he was concerned for his safety once my publication of his observations came to pass. The officer told him, among other things, that not too many people in the Texas law enforcement community believed the "official version" of Oswald alone, although they didn't comment for the record about the possibility of law-enforcement people being involved.

Mike has also been "driven" by something else he saw that day... on several occasions, he saw someone, approximately 17-18 years of age and wearing some kind of uniform--ROTC, Scouts, whatever, being taken around through the third floor, and the story was that this person had been arrested with a weapon on the motorcade route. [There is a record of a "boy scout" with a fake pistol, but that is as far as the record goes.] Yet Mike Robinson recalls the incident vividly, and is convinced there is more to it. He has since visited as many local high schools in the area as possible, and has combed yearbooks from the classes of 1962-1964 to try and get a visual on the person he saw, with no luck.

But he insisted to me, both on the phone and when we met at Dallas COPA '96, (a wonderfully surprising reunion), that if it were possible to find the media coverage of the third floor on Friday, November 22 afternoon, you could see the individual, and more than once, as he was taken right past the camera during his detention.

Mike still stands by the story I added to Treachery in Dallas in 1993 (published 1995), and still has a keen pedestrian interest in the assass

[David Andrews]

It's an old saw that when a cop is killed and there's no obvious perp, another cop may be to blame. That's who knows another cop's schedule, can gain his trust and lure him into a trap, can cover up best. Just saying...

Bill, I'm going to get back to you soon by e-mail.

[David Andrews]

"Mike has also been "driven" by something else he saw that day... on several occasions, he saw someone, approximately 17-18 years of age and wearing some kind of uniform--ROTC, Scouts, whatever, being taken around through the third floor, and the story was that this person had been arrested with a weapon on the motorcade route. [There is a record of a "boy scout" with a fake pistol, but that is as far as the record goes.] Yet Mike Robinson recalls the incident vividly, and is convinced there is more to it. He has since visited as many local high schools in the area as possible, and has combed yearbooks from the classes of 1962-1964 to try and get a visual on the person he saw, with no luck."

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Were there Civil Air Patrol uniforms?

Edited August 26, 2009 by David Andrews

[William Kelly]

"Mike has also been "driven" by something else he saw that day... on several occasions, he saw someone, approximately 17-18 years of age and wearing some kind of uniform--ROTC, Scouts, whatever, being taken around through the third floor, and the story was that this person had been arrested with a weapon on the motorcade route. [There is a record of a "boy scout" with a fake pistol, but that is as far as the record goes.] Yet Mike Robinson recalls the incident vividly, and is convinced there is more to it. He has since visited as many local high schools in the area as possible, and has combed yearbooks from the classes of 1962-1964 to try and get a visual on the person he saw, with no luck."

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Were there Civil Air Patrol uniforms?

Good question.

Mike Robinson said that the kid in uniform can be seen in photos and film taken at the DPD.

I'd like to know whey I can't find this post by Steve Gaal

http://educationforum.ipbhost.com/index.ph...&pid=171548

on this thread topic?

http://educationforum.ipbhost.com/index.ph...mp;#entry171548

I know I responded to it.

Did somebody remove it?

Or am I missing something?

BK

[William Kelly]

I think this is important. Does anybody else?

Can anyone get a copy of the Texas Ranger affidavit mentioned below? I'd also like to identify the father of Robinson's friend, a Dallas policeman. Is it Frank M. Martin? Is there anything else available on this story? - BK

The Incredible Story of Mike Robinson by Walt Brown, Ph.D

Reprinted from "Treachery in Dallas."

From Probable Cause Australia:

http://74.125.47.132/search?q=cache:9MdD-T...=clnk&gl=us

Anyone who does not believe strongly in either irony or coincidence will have to rethink their attitudes when they hear the revelations given to me by Mike Robinson.

As it is the central thesis of my work that elements within the Dallas Police Department had a far greater involvement in the JFK assassination than heretofore considered, it seems odd that the same police department "gave" me Mike Robinson.

November 22, 1993, was the thirtieth anniversary of the tragedy in Dealey Plaza, and, as such, was the occasion for the dedication of that area as an historic landmark. I arrived there with my wife and Texas researcher Russ McLean early enough to be close enough to be able to see the goings-on. But the local blues were forcing people out of the plaza until all was ready. I was thus manhandled from the reflecting pool across the street to the TSBD, then around the corner to a point on Houston between the TSBD and the former Dal-Tex building. When I met resistance indicating I could be pushed no farther, I found myself next to Mike, who was giving an interview to a local television network.

What he had to say was incredible, and the TV anchorperson was lost for the right questions to ask. She did ask, however, if Mike was willing to take his story to the FBI, and he said he would--if the film crew would come with him to document the event. They declined.

I subsequently contacted Mike, as I had copied his name and phone number from the reporter's notes (Woodward or Bernstein I'm not). I explained that I had been standing next to him for the interview and that I had heard most of his comments, but that I just wanted to make sure I had heard them correctly. Mr. Robinson, not knowing my voice over the phone from Adam's, checked me out through people in Texas and only then shared his story.

Mike Robinson was fourteen years old the day the president was killed. Since I had been sixteen at the time, I felt I could relate to the emotions he told of.

He had watched the motorcade at Main and Harwood, the corner where Dallas police headquarters was located, with a friend whose father was a higher-up in the police. I have since been able to confirm the existence of both the friend, his father's rank, and his father's perhaps too-deep curiosity as to the events of November 22.

After the motorcade passed, the boys went to a theater, bought their tickets and popcorn, and then heard the rapidly spreading news that the president had been shot. Figuring that headquarters would be the center of subsequent action, he and his friend hastened back there in time to get to the third floor, check in with the friend's father, and then see Lee Oswald being led out of the elevator. Since this was a once-in-a-lifetime adventure for a young boy, and since the media were mobbing the area anyway, they stayed and observed the goings-on.

Mike indicated that he overheard in conversation that it was clear to anyone who was talking that the police were convinced beyond all reasonable doubt, even as early as 2:30 P.M., that Oswald was the culprit on both counts. He also learned that J. D. Tippit had been killed. That event, while tragic, was not overly troubling to Mike, as many neighborhood kids knew Tippit from his comings and goings at Austin's Barbeque, and Tippit had arrested Mike's brother for drinking beer in public. The local teenagers, it was noted, had no use for Tippit, whom they viewed as your garden-variety asshole.

Putting that aside, Mike and his friend saw Oswald moved from the various places he was shunted to, and also saw him inside one of the glass homicide cubicles, until such time as newspaper was taped up to keep out the curious. Mike also saw Bobby Hargis, the motorcycle officer splattered by particulate matter from the president, return to headquarters with blood and brain matter on him and his helmet, and when the realization of events hit Hargis, he violently slammed the helmet into a wall and literally went berserk, requiring a number of other officers to restrain him (an event unknown to--or unreported by -- the Warren Commission).

As afternoon approached evening, a trip to the rest room became an absolute necessity, but with extra police and media on the third floor, that was impossible. So Mike was taken, by the ranking officer whose son he was with, down to the lowest level of the building, where the officers had their lockers, and told that the rest room was just past the locker room.

While in a toilet/stall, the enormity of events hit Mike hard and he became emotional about them now that he found himself literally alone with the knowledge that the president he had waved to just a few hours earlier was now in a coffin. As this emotional turmoil came upon him, the rest room serenity was broken by the arrival of three individuals. Not to appear a sissy or be embarrassed, Mike lifted his feet and "hid" in the stall so that anyone observing would think that only the three men who had just entered were present.

Their brief conversation forever changed Mike Robinson's life. Initially there were whispers, but eventually one individual--and these people were police or police-related in the officers' rest room--vented some anger through gritted teeth, with appropriate profanity, to make statements that add great credence to the thesis enunciated herein.

As Mike Robinson reconstructs the statements, their order was:

(angrily) "You knew you were supposed to kill Lee," followed by icy silence, then the same voice in the same nasty tone, "then, you stupid son of a bitch, you go kill a cop .... " At this point, another individual entered the room, and the first three fell silent. The newcomer, whom Mike could identify as wearing blue, "did his business, flushed the urinal, and left." The original three then concluded, "Lee will have to be killed before they take him to Washington."

Naturally uncomfortable with what he had heard, Mike remained in his hideout for a decent span of time after the three men left the room, then left. As he passed through the police locker room, one officer, in the process of changing his clothes, stared at Mike, as if to say, "Were you in there when we were?" Having been shown every available photo of officers on the Dallas police force at that time, Mike Robinson believes that the man who stared at him in a menacing way was Roscoe White.

Caveat emptor: Some of the narrative cited above came to light as a result of hypnosis. This is not uncommon police procedure, as witnesses to crimes can often be hypnotized and reveal details--from clothing to license plates--that they seemed totally unaware of in a conscious state. I was hypnotized in 1984 to begin the cure of a phobic concern, and I can personally report the success of the hypnosis. So if one chooses to see Mike as an opportunist, the obvious criticism is that he did not recall the entire story, although to this day, when he sees the ominous photo of Roscoe White in the Dallas Assassination Information Center, he admits that it scares the living hell out of him.

The hypnosis, which I asked a number of skeptical questions about and which will be well covered in Coke Buchanan's writings about Mike, was done by an expert with a Ph.D. in hypnotherapy. It revealed that it was Mike's deep-seated belief that one of the three bathroom individuals had something to do with an "agency." He also believes "100 percent" that Roscoe White killed J. D. Tippit.

I have checked with sources to see if it was in any way possible that Oswald could have been in that bathroom, or if media people had made statements that could have been confused. I was assured that Oswald did "his business" in his cell, or in the third-floor rest room, and that the one place that would have been off-limits to press, and thus private to officers, was the area in question.

** UPDATE **

I promised Mike I would be in contact with him at the time of publication (whenever that was, as it was unclear in November, 1993, although the original completed book had been submitted in August, 1993); so in the summer of 1995, I got in touch with Mike, and he became slightly concerned about the publication. Taking steps to protect himself, he visited the barracks of the "Texas Rangers" (the state police), and gave a statement very similar to that which I described in Treachery in Dallas. He told the officer that he was concerned for his safety once my publication of his observations came to pass. The officer told him, among other things, that not too many people in the Texas law enforcement community believed the "official version" of Oswald alone, although they didn't comment for the record about the possibility of law-enforcement people being involved.

Mike has also been "driven" by something else he saw that day... on several occasions, he saw someone, approximately 17-18 years of age and wearing some kind of uniform--ROTC, Scouts, whatever, being taken around through the third floor, and the story was that this person had been arrested with a weapon on the motorcade route. [There is a record of a "boy scout" with a fake pistol, but that is as far as the record goes.] Yet Mike Robinson recalls the incident vividly, and is convinced there is more to it. He has since visited as many local high schools in the area as possible, and has combed yearbooks from the classes of 1962-1964 to try and get a visual on the person he saw, with no luck.

But he insisted to me, both on the phone and when we met at Dallas COPA '96, (a wonderfully surprising reunion), that if it were possible to find the media coverage of the third floor on Friday, November 22 afternoon, you could see the individual, and more than once, as he was taken right past the camera during his detention.

Mike still stands by the story I added to Treachery in Dallas in 1993 (published 1995), and still has a keen pedestrian interest in the assass

http://www.maryferrell.org/mffweb/archive/...ult&id=6204

A Record from Mary Ferrell's Database

Record: MARTIN, FRANK M. Jr. (CAPTAIN)

Sources: Forgive My Grief II, Jones, 16

Mary’s Comments: Captain in Dallas Police Juvenile Department. Died June 16, 1966. His widow: Betty J. Martin, owner of Vanity Fair Poodle Salon, 127 W. Jefferson, Dallas, TX.

[bK Notes: This is very odd, and the only known example I’ve come across where Mary fails to mention the Warren Commission testimony of Frank M. Martin – [see below], or his letter (CE 5058) or deposition (CE 5059) and his markings of CE 5060, a map of the Dallas Police basement. Did Mary intentionally leave this out, or did Rex or one of his assistants miss it? ]

http://www.aarclibrary.org/publib/jfk/wc/w...Vol20_0311b.htm

CE 5058

WCH Vol. XX p. 602

November 26, 1963

Mr. J. E. Curry

Chief of Police

Subject: Shooting of Lee Harvey Oswald

Sir:

On Sunday, November 24, 1963, I was stationed in the City Hall basement as security for the transfer of Oswald.

When he came out of the jail office I was standing about mid-way of the driveway going into the parking area. There was a police car between me and the jail office. I did not see anything but heard the shot that was fired. By the time I could get around to the jail, Oswald and Ruby had been pulled back into the jail office. Ruby was down with three or four officers holding him. Oswald was lying on the North side of the jail office on the floor. The doctor and the ambulance arrived shortly after I got into the jail office.

I did know Jack Ruby but did not see him prior to this incident.

Respectfully submitted

F. M. Martin

Captain of Police

Juvenile Bureau

CD5059

Captain FRANK M. MARTIN, Dallas Police Department, Juvenile Division, was interviewed at his home at 609 Five Mile Parkway. Captain MILLER (BKN – sic) advised he was regularly assigned to the Juvenile Bureau and works from 8:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m.; that on November 24, 1963, he received no specific assignment regarding the security aspects of transporting LEE HARVEY OSWALD from the City Jail to the County Jail. He received no instructions and assumed his duties were to control the crowd of people and newsmen in the basement of the police station. He had received no information regarding the threats on OSWALD’s life.

He and the five detectives who were under his supervision went to the basement of the police station at approximately 11:00 a.m. Insasmcuh as they had no specific assignments, they positioned themselves to control the crowd. He gave his men no specific assignments. He is unable to recall exactly when he received his instructions to be at the police station for the transfer of OSWALD.

Captain MARTIN advised he was not informed of any change of plans to transport OSWALD by automobile rather than by the armored truck.

According to Captain MARTIN, he knows JACK RUBY by sight, however, he did not see him in the Compound prior to the shooting. He advised that had he seen RUBY he probably would not have put him out as he had received no instructions in this regard. He knew of no unauthorized persons permitted to be in the basement and had no knowledge of whether person were to identify themselves before entering; however, he left the compound on one occasion and was stopped at one of the ramp entrances by an auxillary officer regarding his identity. He advised that auxillary officers were stationed at each ramp and that to his knowledge this was the only entrance to the Compound which RUBY could have used. He stated the auxillary police are commanded by Captain SOLOMON.

http://www.history-matters.com/archive/jfk...Vol12_0147b.htm

Warren Commission Hearings, Volume XII

P. 277 – 285

Testimony of Captain Frank Martin

p. 284 – 285

Mr. Hubert. Did you have occasion to talk to Ruby at any time thereafter.

Captain Martin. No, No.

Mr. Hubert. Now, Captain Martin, is there anything else you would like to say concerning any aspect of this matter at all?

Captain Martin. I – don’t take this down.

Mr. Hubert. Well, if you don’t want to say it on the record, you’d better not say it at all.

Captain Martin. There is a lot to be said, but probably be better if I don’t say it.

Mr. Hubert. Well, I don’t know what you mean by……

Captain Martin. Well –

Mr. Hubert. That it would be better. What we are seeking to find out is the facts on it.

Captain Martin. I understand.

Mr. Hubert. If what you have to say is more or less a matter of opinion, that is one thing. I don’t want to ask you to express your opinion, but any facts you know that you think might bear upon this matter, I would ask that you state those facts.

Captain Martin. Well, there is not but one thing that I could say about the whole business. Of course, we are not experienced in handling this sort of a prisoner. I don’t guess anybody is, as far as that goes, but the way I saw it, there was no organization at all. I don’t know who was in charge or anything about it. I don’t guess anybody – either people should have been told something – what to do and what to expect. We weren’t –

Mr. Hubert. All right sir. Have you any other facts that you think have any bearing upon. Captain Martin. No, no: I don’t think so. I think it is more or less in that report there [indicating].

Mr. Hubert. That is to say, you are talking about the documents you have identified?

Captain Martin. Yes.

Mr. Hubert. Now, other than the interview that I had with you this morning, have you been interviewed by any other member of the Commission staff?

Captain Martin. No, no.

Mr. Hubert. Now, but I did interview you this morning just prior to lunch, I think at which time we arranged for you to come to have your deposition taken.

Captain Martin. Yes.

Mr. Hubert. Do you perceive at the present time any inconsistency between the interview with me this morning and your testimony in the deposition this afternoon?

Captain Martin. No, no. It is about the same.

Mr. Hubert. Did you state anything, or provide any material, state any facts in the course of the interview this morning which has not been developed in the record this afternoon?

Captain Martin. I don’t recall anything. If there is any you can think of, you can ask me and I will bring it out, but I don’t recall a thing.

Mr. Hubert. No, sir; I don’t. I am just obliged to ask these questions to wrap it up.

Captain Martin. Uh-huh.

Mr. Hubert. We certainly thank you, Captain Martin, and I thank you personally and on behalf of the Commission for your cooperation in this matter. If at any time, if you know that there are some other facts that you may have overlooked, please feel completely free to get in touch with us so that we may bind out what that fact may be. In other words, it is never too late to reveal a fact which has been omitted as a lapse of memory.

Captain Martin. I don’t know of a thing right now.

Mr. Hubert. Thank you very much.

[William Kelly]

I think this is important. Does anybody else?

Can anyone get a copy of the Texas Ranger affidavit mentioned below?

Is there anything else available on this story?

- BK

The Incredible Story of Mike Robinson by Walt Brown, Ph.D

Reprinted from "Treachery in Dallas."

From Probable Cause Australia:

http://74.125.47.132/search?q=cache:9MdD-T...=clnk&gl=us

Anyone who does not believe strongly in either irony or coincidence will have to rethink their attitudes when they hear the revelations given to me by Mike Robinson.

As it is the central thesis of my work that elements within the Dallas Police Department had a far greater involvement in the JFK assassination than heretofore considered, it seems odd that the same police department "gave" me Mike Robinson.

November 22, 1993, was the thirtieth anniversary of the tragedy in Dealey Plaza, and, as such, was the occasion for the dedication of that area as an historic landmark. I arrived there with my wife and Texas researcher Russ McLean early enough to be close enough to be able to see the goings-on. But the local blues were forcing people out of the plaza until all was ready. I was thus manhandled from the reflecting pool across the street to the TSBD, then around the corner to a point on Houston between the TSBD and the former Dal-Tex building. When I met resistance indicating I could be pushed no farther, I found myself next to Mike, who was giving an interview to a local television network.

What he had to say was incredible, and the TV anchorperson was lost for the right questions to ask. She did ask, however, if Mike was willing to take his story to the FBI, and he said he would--if the film crew would come with him to document the event. They declined.

I subsequently contacted Mike, as I had copied his name and phone number from the reporter's notes (Woodward or Bernstein I'm not). I explained that I had been standing next to him for the interview and that I had heard most of his comments, but that I just wanted to make sure I had heard them correctly. Mr. Robinson, not knowing my voice over the phone from Adam's, checked me out through people in Texas and only then shared his story.

Mike Robinson was fourteen years old the day the president was killed. Since I had been sixteen at the time, I felt I could relate to the emotions he told of.

He had watched the motorcade at Main and Harwood, the corner where Dallas police headquarters was located, with a friend whose father was a higher-up in the police. I have since been able to confirm the existence of both the friend, his father's rank, and his father's perhaps too-deep curiosity as to the events of November 22.

After the motorcade passed, the boys went to a theater, bought their tickets and popcorn, and then heard the rapidly spreading news that the president had been shot. Figuring that headquarters would be the center of subsequent action, he and his friend hastened back there in time to get to the third floor, check in with the friend's father, and then see Lee Oswald being led out of the elevator. Since this was a once-in-a-lifetime adventure for a young boy, and since the media were mobbing the area anyway, they stayed and observed the goings-on.

Mike indicated that he overheard in conversation that it was clear to anyone who was talking that the police were convinced beyond all reasonable doubt, even as early as 2:30 P.M., that Oswald was the culprit on both counts. He also learned that J. D. Tippit had been killed. That event, while tragic, was not overly troubling to Mike, as many neighborhood kids knew Tippit from his comings and goings at Austin's Barbeque, and Tippit had arrested Mike's brother for drinking beer in public. The local teenagers, it was noted, had no use for Tippit, whom they viewed as your garden-variety asshole.

Putting that aside, Mike and his friend saw Oswald moved from the various places he was shunted to, and also saw him inside one of the glass homicide cubicles, until such time as newspaper was taped up to keep out the curious. Mike also saw Bobby Hargis, the motorcycle officer splattered by particulate matter from the president, return to headquarters with blood and brain matter on him and his helmet, and when the realization of events hit Hargis, he violently slammed the helmet into a wall and literally went berserk, requiring a number of other officers to restrain him (an event unknown to--or unreported by -- the Warren Commission).

As afternoon approached evening, a trip to the rest room became an absolute necessity, but with extra police and media on the third floor, that was impossible. So Mike was taken, by the ranking officer whose son he was with, down to the lowest level of the building, where the officers had their lockers, and told that the rest room was just past the locker room.

While in a toilet/stall, the enormity of events hit Mike hard and he became emotional about them now that he found himself literally alone with the knowledge that the president he had waved to just a few hours earlier was now in a coffin. As this emotional turmoil came upon him, the rest room serenity was broken by the arrival of three individuals. Not to appear a sissy or be embarrassed, Mike lifted his feet and "hid" in the stall so that anyone observing would think that only the three men who had just entered were present.

Their brief conversation forever changed Mike Robinson's life. Initially there were whispers, but eventually one individual--and these people were police or police-related in the officers' rest room--vented some anger through gritted teeth, with appropriate profanity, to make statements that add great credence to the thesis enunciated herein.

As Mike Robinson reconstructs the statements, their order was:

(angrily) "You knew you were supposed to kill Lee," followed by icy silence, then the same voice in the same nasty tone, "then, you stupid son of a bitch, you go kill a cop .... " At this point, another individual entered the room, and the first three fell silent. The newcomer, whom Mike could identify as wearing blue, "did his business, flushed the urinal, and left." The original three then concluded, "Lee will have to be killed before they take him to Washington."

Naturally uncomfortable with what he had heard, Mike remained in his hideout for a decent span of time after the three men left the room, then left. As he passed through the police locker room, one officer, in the process of changing his clothes, stared at Mike, as if to say, "Were you in there when we were?" Having been shown every available photo of officers on the Dallas police force at that time, Mike Robinson believes that the man who stared at him in a menacing way was Roscoe White.

Caveat emptor: Some of the narrative cited above came to light as a result of hypnosis. This is not uncommon police procedure, as witnesses to crimes can often be hypnotized and reveal details--from clothing to license plates--that they seemed totally unaware of in a conscious state. I was hypnotized in 1984 to begin the cure of a phobic concern, and I can personally report the success of the hypnosis. So if one chooses to see Mike as an opportunist, the obvious criticism is that he did not recall the entire story, although to this day, when he sees the ominous photo of Roscoe White in the Dallas Assassination Information Center, he admits that it scares the living hell out of him.

The hypnosis, which I asked a number of skeptical questions about and which will be well covered in Coke Buchanan's writings about Mike, was done by an expert with a Ph.D. in hypnotherapy. It revealed that it was Mike's deep-seated belief that one of the three bathroom individuals had something to do with an "agency." He also believes "100 percent" that Roscoe White killed J. D. Tippit.

I have checked with sources to see if it was in any way possible that Oswald could have been in that bathroom, or if media people had made statements that could have been confused. I was assured that Oswald did "his business" in his cell, or in the third-floor rest room, and that the one place that would have been off-limits to press, and thus private to officers, was the area in question.

** UPDATE **

I promised Mike I would be in contact with him at the time of publication (whenever that was, as it was unclear in November, 1993, although the original completed book had been submitted in August, 1993); so in the summer of 1995, I got in touch with Mike, and he became slightly concerned about the publication. Taking steps to protect himself, he visited the barracks of the "Texas Rangers" (the state police), and gave a statement very similar to that which I described in Treachery in Dallas. He told the officer that he was concerned for his safety once my publication of his observations came to pass. The officer told him, among other things, that not too many people in the Texas law enforcement community believed the "official version" of Oswald alone, although they didn't comment for the record about the possibility of law-enforcement people being involved.

Mike has also been "driven" by something else he saw that day... on several occasions, he saw someone, approximately 17-18 years of age and wearing some kind of uniform--ROTC, Scouts, whatever, being taken around through the third floor, and the story was that this person had been arrested with a weapon on the motorcade route. [There is a record of a "boy scout" with a fake pistol, but that is as far as the record goes.] Yet Mike Robinson recalls the incident vividly, and is convinced there is more to it. He has since visited as many local high schools in the area as possible, and has combed yearbooks from the classes of 1962-1964 to try and get a visual on the person he saw, with no luck.

But he insisted to me, both on the phone and when we met at Dallas COPA '96, (a wonderfully surprising reunion), that if it were possible to find the media coverage of the third floor on Friday, November 22 afternoon, you could see the individual, and more than once, as he was taken right past the camera during his detention.

Mike still stands by the story I added to Treachery in Dallas in 1993 (published 1995), and still has a keen pedestrian interest in the assass

http://www.maryferrell.org/mffweb/archive/...ult&id=6204

A Record from Mary Ferrell's Database

Record: MARTIN, FRANK M. Jr. (CAPTAIN)

Sources: Forgive My Grief II, Jones, 16

Mary’s Comments: Captain in Dallas Police Juvenile Department. Died June 16, 1966. His widow: Betty J. Martin, owner of Vanity Fair Poodle Salon, 127 W. Jefferson, Dallas, TX.

[bK Notes: This is very odd, and the only known example I’ve come across where Mary fails to mention the Warren Commission testimony of Frank M. Martin – [see below], or his letter (CE 5058) or deposition (CE 5059) and his markings of CE 5060, a map of the Dallas Police basement. Did Mary intentionally leave this out, or did Rex or one of his assistants miss it? ]

http://www.aarclibrary.org/publib/jfk/wc/w...Vol20_0311b.htm

CE 5058

WCH Vol. XX p. 602

November 26, 1963

Mr. J. E. Curry

Chief of Police

Subject: Shooting of Lee Harvey Oswald

Sir:

On Sunday, November 24, 1963, I was stationed in the City Hall basement as security for the transfer of Oswald.

When he came out of the jail office I was standing about mid-way of the driveway going into the parking area. There was a police car between me and the jail office. I did not see anything but heard the shot that was fired. By the time I could get around to the jail, Oswald and Ruby had been pulled back into the jail office. Ruby was down with three or four officers holding him. Oswald was lying on the North side of the jail office on the floor. The doctor and the ambulance arrived shortly after I got into the jail office.

I did know Jack Ruby but did not see him prior to this incident.

Respectfully submitted

F. M. Martin

Captain of Police

Juvenile Bureau

CD5059

Captain FRANK M. MARTIN, Dallas Police Department, Juvenile Division, was interviewed at his home at 609 Five Mile Parkway. Captain MILLER (BKN – sic) advised he was regularly assigned to the Juvenile Bureau and works from 8:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m.; that on November 24, 1963, he received no specific assignment regarding the security aspects of transporting LEE HARVEY OSWALD from the City Jail to the County Jail. He received no instructions and assumed his duties were to control the crowd of people and newsmen in the basement of the police station. He had received no information regarding the threats on OSWALD’s life.

He and the five detectives who were under his supervision went to the basement of the police station at approximately 11:00 a.m. Insasmcuh as they had no specific assignments, they positioned themselves to control the crowd. He gave his men no specific assignments. He is unable to recall exactly when he received his instructions to be at the police station for the transfer of OSWALD.

Captain MARTIN advised he was not informed of any change of plans to transport OSWALD by automobile rather than by the armored truck.

According to Captain MARTIN, he knows JACK RUBY by sight, however, he did not see him in the Compound prior to the shooting. He advised that had he seen RUBY he probably would not have put him out as he had received no instructions in this regard. He knew of no unauthorized persons permitted to be in the basement and had no knowledge of whether person were to identify themselves before entering; however, he left the compound on one occasion and was stopped at one of the ramp entrances by an auxillary officer regarding his identity. He advised that auxillary officers were stationed at each ramp and that to his knowledge this was the only entrance to the Compound which RUBY could have used. He stated the auxillary police are commanded by Captain SOLOMON.

http://www.history-matters.com/archive/jfk...Vol12_0147b.htm

Warren Commission Hearings, Volume XII

P. 277 – 285

Testimony of Captain Frank Martin

p. 284 – 285

Mr. Hubert. Did you have occasion to talk to Ruby at any time thereafter.

Captain Martin. No, No.

Mr. Hubert. Now, Captain Martin, is there anything else you would like to say concerning any aspect of this matter at all?

Captain Martin. I – don’t take this down.

Mr. Hubert. Well, if you don’t want to say it on the record, you’d better not say it at all.

Captain Martin. There is a lot to be said, but probably be better if I don’t say it.

Mr. Hubert. Well, I don’t know what you mean by……

Captain Martin. Well –

Mr. Hubert. That it would be better. What we are seeking to find out is the facts on it.

Captain Martin. I understand.

Mr. Hubert. If what you have to say is more or less a matter of opinion, that is one thing. I don’t want to ask you to express your opinion, but any facts you know that you think might bear upon this matter, I would ask that you state those facts.

Captain Martin. Well, there is not but one thing that I could say about the whole business. Of course, we are not experienced in handling this sort of a prisoner. I don’t guess anybody is, as far as that goes, but the way I saw it, there was no organization at all. I don’t know who was in charge or anything about it. I don’t guess anybody – either people should have been told something – what to do and what to expect. We weren’t –

Mr. Hubert. All right sir. Have you any other facts that you think have any bearing upon. Captain Martin. No, no: I don’t think so. I think it is more or less in that report there [indicating].

Mr. Hubert. That is to say, you are talking about the documents you have identified?

Captain Martin. Yes.

Mr. Hubert. Now, other than the interview that I had with you this morning, have you been interviewed by any other member of the Commission staff?

Captain Martin. No, no.

Mr. Hubert. Now, but I did interview you this morning just prior to lunch, I think at which time we arranged for you to come to have your deposition taken.

Captain Martin. Yes.

Mr. Hubert. Do you perceive at the present time any inconsistency between the interview with me this morning and your testimony in the deposition this afternoon?

Captain Martin. No, no. It is about the same.

Mr. Hubert. Did you state anything, or provide any material, state any facts in the course of the interview this morning which has not been developed in the record this afternoon?

Captain Martin. I don’t recall anything. If there is any you can think of, you can ask me and I will bring it out, but I don’t recall a thing.

Mr. Hubert. No, sir; I don’t. I am just obliged to ask these questions to wrap it up.

Captain Martin. Uh-huh.

Mr. Hubert. We certainly thank you, Captain Martin, and I thank you personally and on behalf of the Commission for your cooperation in this matter. If at any time, if you know that there are some other facts that you may have overlooked, please feel completely free to get in touch with us so that we may bind out what that fact may be. In other words, it is never too late to reveal a fact which has been omitted as a lapse of memory.

Captain Martin. I don’t know of a thing right now.

Mr. Hubert. Thank you very much.

[William Kelly]

Does anyone have a contact number for Mike Robinson or Frank Martin's son?

Thanks,

BK

[William Kelly]

Jersey Shore cop killed in similar way as Tippit.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/17/nyregion/17cops.html

....About 4 p.m. on Friday, Officer Matlosz, 27, pulled his police car alongside Mr. Crockam to talk to him on a pleasant, snowy street in Lakewood, officials said. Mr. Crockam stepped back, drew a handgun and shot Officer Matlosz once in the head before stepping forward to shoot two more times, the Ocean County prosecutor, Marlene Lynch Ford, said.

Officer Matlosz did not have time to draw his weapon or get out of his car, she said. He was pronounced dead at Jersey Shore University Medical Center in Neptune less than an hour later. His fiancée was by his side.

[William Kelly]

Jersey Shore cop killed in similar way as Tippit.

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/01/17/nyregion/17cops.html

....About 4 p.m. on Friday, Officer Matlosz, 27, pulled his police car alongside Mr. Crockam to talk to him on a pleasant, snowy street in Lakewood, officials said. Mr. Crockam stepped back, drew a handgun and shot Officer Matlosz once in the head before stepping forward to shoot two more times, the Ocean County prosecutor, Marlene Lynch Ford, said.

Officer Matlosz did not have time to draw his weapon or get out of his car, she said. He was pronounced dead at Jersey Shore University Medical Center in Neptune less than an hour later. His fiancée was by his side.

[Robert Howard]

Jersey Shore cop killed in similar way as Tippit.

http://www.nytimes.c...ion/17cops.html

....About 4 p.m. on Friday, Officer Matlosz, 27, pulled his police car alongside Mr. Crockam to talk to him on a pleasant, snowy street in Lakewood, officials said. Mr. Crockam stepped back, drew a handgun and shot Officer Matlosz once in the head before stepping forward to shoot two more times, the Ocean County prosecutor, Marlene Lynch Ford, said.

Officer Matlosz did not have time to draw his weapon or get out of his car, she said. He was pronounced dead at Jersey Shore University Medical Center in Neptune less than an hour later. His fiancée was by his side.

Why I Never Believed Oswald Killed Officer Tippit

http://www.maryferre...51&relPageId=79

FBI 105-82555 Oswald HQ File, Section 62

12/4/63

GENE ROBERTS, 1657 Nob Hill Street, Dallas, Texas, WHitehall6-4822

advised on November 22, 1963 at approximately 1:05 P.M., he was sitting in the Beckley Club

drinking coffee. He said the lady that owned the cafe had a radio on the counter and that they

were listening to reports of the assassination of the President.

A white female and male were sitting at the back of the cafe and walked to the front, whereupon

the white male asked "What's going on?" Mr. ROBERTS stated that the President had been

shot and the unknown white male stated that this was the best news he had heard. The white

female with him said he should not have said that. Mr. Roberts advised that the cafe owner also

heard this comment. Mr. Roberts advised that the white male was about 20 to 25, appeared to

be of Cuban or Puerto Rican or foreign extraction, 5'10" to 5'11," dark complexion and dark

hair. He advised the white female was about 18 to 20, 5'2" to 5'3" slender build, dark hair.

Mr. Roberts advised he finished his coffee and then drove down past the area where Officer

Tippit was shot and noticed a number of squad cars in the area. He said he asked some woman

nearby what had happened and they told him that a police officer had been shot and the body

had been removed. At this time Roberts stated he observed the same white male and female from

the cafe walk into a house directly across the street from where Officer Tippit had been shot

and enter a side door. He said this was about 405 E. 10th Street. He said the white male was

wearing a light green cloth jacket with leather patches on his elbows when he entered the

house and had the same jacket on when he came out alone about two minutes later. He said

he was straightening the jacket as if he had something hidden inside. He said the white male

kept looking back and forth over his shoulder and never inquired of any police officers what

had taken place. Roberts advised that he thought this was quite unusual and notified a police

sergeant on the scene about this individual

He advised the police sergeant told him that the man did not fit the description of the person

that had shot Officer Tippit.

On 12/3/63 at Dallas, Texas File DL 89-43

By Special Agent Robert E. Basham and James J Ward:jj Date dictated 12/4/63

Next page

Mr. Roberts advised that he had numerous friends on the police department and city council

and he got in touch with some of them and arrangements were made for him to see Detective

Joe R. Cody which he did shortly thereafter. He said he and Cody went to the area of

405A E. 10th Street, Dallas, Texas, which Detective Cody determined was occupied by a

Mr. and Mrs. PETER CIMINO. He said he made this determination through checking the

mailbox and cars parked in the area. He advised that he thought that the sergeant at the

scene should have arrested this man and found out who he was since he did act very

suspicious as far as he was concerned.

Roberts advised that since the above he had heard a few rumors and wondered whether

or not they had been checked out. He said that he learned from a Constable T. A. Vines,

offices in Oak Cliff Court House, Beckley and 12th Street that the woman was the night

manager of the Dobbs House, Beckley and Colorado, allegedly has claimed that Lee

Harvey Oswald and Jack Ruby used to come into her restaurant two or three times a

week during the early morning hours.

He said he further heard that Lee Harvey Oswald had purchased his bullets for the rifle he

was using from Ray's Gun Shop on Singleton Blvd.

http://www.maryferre...51&relPageId=80

Two witnesses to the officer's murder were Mrs. Aquilla Clemons and Frank Wright, both lived on Tenth Street. Mrs. Clemons stated, "I saw two men near the policeman's car just before the shots. The man with the gun was short and chunky, kind of heavy build, wearing khaki and a white short," a description fitting Ruby, "the second man was thin and tall."

"The chunky man with the gun ran off in one direction, the second man in another."

Mr. Wright heard the shots in his front room, he said, "Stepping out my front door I caught sight of Officer Tippit in time to see him roll over then lie still. I saw a man of medium height wearing a long coat that ended just above his hands, he ran around the police car fast as he could and jumped in a little old gray coupe, he drove away very fast." Within three minutes radio cars and an ambulance arrived. Four empty casings were found on the ground ejected from an automatic pistol.

Sgt. Gerald Hill, an officer with many years of army experience and police work behind him recognized that the shells were ejected from an automatic pistol, he radioed this information immediately to headquarters. At the same time he ordered Office J.M. Poe to mark the casings with his initials to record the chain of evidence. Another patrol officer radioed in, "I have an eyeball witness to the suspect in the shooting, he's a white male armed with a dark finish automatic pistol." When arrested only minutes later in a theater Oswald carried a revolver which does not eject its shells.

The persons full name was Eugene Leslie Roberts

DMN 3/14/64 Visiting Reporters See Guilty Verdict

Gene Roberts Detroit Free Press: “I look for 25 to 35 years

There was a period when I thought Ruby might do better

but then the state had about eight witnesses that changed my mind”

Add the duality of Oswald's wallet's, recovered at the Tippit shooting scene; how many were there? possibly as many as four. The fact that the shells recovered at the scene of the Tippit shooting would never have been admissible in a court of law, due to the fact that there was not even a clear chain of evidentiary possession, that the Dallas Police could not even factually state that the shells recovered from Oswald's revolver were identical with the shells recovered from the Tippit crime scene, the time difference factually established, that proves the official time of Officer Tippit's death is a complete sham add up to one big zero in making Oswald the patsy in the Tippit murder.

PS For those [wishful] thinkers that would be pleasantly surprised to learn Gene Roberts was some sort of person of dubious character, you might want to read the following.

http://en.wikipedia....28journalist%29

For myself, persons like Gene Roberts and those like him, serve as an inspiration for researchers, for the simple reason that he did the right thing, he spoke up for the truth, when it wasn't what some people wanted to hear, and not only survived, but

made a life for himself, without compromising who he was.

Edited January 30, 2011 by Robert Howard

[William Kelly]

Robert,

Here's the report he gave the cops:

http://mcadams.posc.mu.edu/russ/testimony/cimino_p.htm

How come the cops didn't talk to his brother?

Could this be him?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pete_Cimino

Cimino started 1963 with the AA Charlotte Hornets. He pitched well early in the season and then moved up again, to the AAA Dallas-Fort Worth Rangers......

Then there's the counterfeiter and the restauranter.

[Robert Howard]

Robert,

Here's the report he gave the cops:

http://mcadams.posc....ny/cimino_p.htm

How come the cops didn't talk to his brother?

Could this be him?

http://en.wikipedia....iki/Pete_Cimino

Cimino started 1963 with the AA Charlotte Hornets. He pitched well early in the season and then moved up again, to the AAA Dallas-Fort Worth Rangers......

Then there's the counterfeiter and the restauranter.

Peter Cimino, Apt 7 403 E. Tenth Street, Dallas, Texas advised SA’s Henry J. Oliver and David H. Barry that

on November 22, 1963 he was residing at 405 E. Tenth Street in an apartment with his wife.

On November 22, 1963 he and his wife had lunch together in a cafe in this neighborhood, and he believes

just after he had lunch and was leaving the cafe he heard that President Kennedy had been shot.

He and his wife then walked from the cafe to his apartment.

When he got home, his brother, Frank Cimino, told him that an officer had been shot in front of their residence

Peter Cimino advised he had not heard any shots nor had he seen any of the shooting and stated he

could not furnish any information regarding the shooting of President Kennedy.

He also advised that he had never heard of Jack Ruby or Lee Oswald and could not furnish any information regarding

these persons.

http://www.maryferrell.org/mffweb/archive/viewer/showDoc.do?docId=10408&relPageId=422

I think the sports star Pete Cimino is a different person, when he scored 114 points for Bristoe High School,

on January 22, 1960, he was living in, or near Bristol, Pennsylvania, There are no dallas newspaper stories,

citing him as local boy hits the big leagues et cetera; so I believe it is a different person altogether.

http://www.baseball-reference.com/players/c/ciminpe01.shtml

There isn't any valid reason, in my mind, as to why this person wasn't given a polygraph

test and the same nitrate test, they gave Oswald, even though nitrate tests are a thing of

the past now, they weren't in 1963.

I mean Gene Roberts, was a very credible witness, for the Dallas police to not act on his

statements, reeks of "we've got our man on both counts."

I bolded the address, note initially, the address is 403 E. Tenth Street, then 405 E. Tenth

Street, I suppose they had more than one apartment. Although he references his "apartment,"

duplexes were in vogue back then......

I also can't help but notice that the above address is not too far from 8th Street, on which

street, the "estate" Harry Olsen was guarding was said to be. The estate, ostensibly

belonged to a woman who was related to Dallas Police Officer Bill Swafford......

I definitely do not plan on just letting this drop without some follow-up, the same as some

other threads I have posted lately.......

[Steve Duffy]

Keep posting guys, some of us stay silent...but we respect the input greatly.

[Duke Lane]

Peter Cimino, Apt 7 403 E. Tenth Street, Dallas, Texas advised SA's Henry J. Oliver and David H. Barry that on November 22, 1963 he was residing at 405 E. Tenth Street in an apartment with his wife.

On November 22, 1963 he and his wife had lunch together in a cafe in this neighborhood, and he believes just after he had lunch and was leaving the cafe he heard that President Kennedy had been shot. He and his wife then walked from the cafe to his apartment.

When he got home, his brother, Frank Cimino, told him that an officer had been shot in front of their residence. Peter Cimino advised he had not heard any shots nor had he seen any of the shooting and stated he could not furnish any information regarding the shooting of President Kennedy.

He also advised that he had never heard of Jack Ruby or Lee Oswald and could not furnish any information regarding these persons.

http://www.maryferre...8&relPageId=422

... There isn't any valid reason, in my mind, as to why this person wasn't given a polygraph test and the same nitrate test, they gave Oswald, even though nitrate tests are a thing of the past now, they weren't in 1963. I mean Gene Roberts, was a very credible witness, for the Dallas police to not act on his statements, reeks of "we've got our man on both counts."

I bolded the address, note initially, the address is 403 E. Tenth Street, then 405 E. Tenth Street, I suppose they had more than one apartment. Although he references his "apartment," duplexes were in vogue back then...... I also can't help but notice that the above address is not too far from 8th Street, on which street, the "estate" Harry Olsen was guarding was said to be. The estate, ostensibly belonged to a woman who was related to Dallas Police Officer Bill Swafford......

I definitely do not plan on just letting this drop without some follow-up, the same as some other threads I have posted lately.......

Aside from the fact that the "estate" story was BS - the "elderly female relative" who received a phone call from her friend while Harry was on watch, later turned into a deceased man whose friends probably realized he wouldn't answer the phone, among other inconsistencies - what leads you to the conclusion that the officer who (according to Harry, who could not remember the guy's name) was on a motorcycle in the motorcade was Bill Swafford?

That area of 10th Street was loaded with duplexes and even quad-plexes at the time. It's been undergoing a lot of renovation and reconstruction these past few years.

[Bernice Moore]

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Edited February 1, 2011 by Bernice Moore