Friday, September 10, 2021

Lee Harvey Oswald and me: A strange obsession of a lifetime

In the room where Lee Harvey Oswald slept, I tried to commune with his spirit.
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Twenty-four-year-old Lee Harvey Oswald lingers in the deep corners of my mind — tormenting me, mocking me, smirking at me like a madman.

As a teen growing up in suburban Pittsburgh, I pored over everything about my tormentor and JFK's assassination — Life, Time, Look and other magazines, newsletters and scores of books. TV documentaries, too. 

In 1975, I watched, horrified, as the Zapruder film played on American TV for the first time, on the late-night show "Good Night America" hosted by Geraldo Rivera. Then I bought a bootleg copy of the film of Kennedy's murder to study it for myself. In our basement, I watched, aghast, when Frame 313 — the gruesome head-shot impact frame — melted from the heat from my family's ancient 8-millimeter projector. 

A Life magazine, a tattered assassination book
 and a bootleg copy of the Zapruder film
 — the stuff that occupied my time long ago.
Full of fury, I called into a local radio talk show to argue with U.S. Sen. Arlen Specter about his "Single-Bullet Theory." Eager to test my interrogation skills, I purchased a Dallas phone book to call assassination witnesses. 

While peering through the scope of a deer rifle in the snowy woods in northwestern Pennsylvania, I thought of The Smirker. In a Russian class in high school, he often occupied my daydreams — smirking, of course. I studied the language, naturally, because my tormentor spoke it, too.

To uncover the "truth" about the "The Crime of the Century," I considered becoming a CIA agent. 

As a 25-year-old, I took a job in the sports department at The Dallas Morning News, in part, because of you-know-who. In Dallas, I often visited Dealey Plaza after deadline and the downtown bars had closed. 

Full of beer and bluster, I stood behind the infamous picket fence on the grassy knoll and then on the Elm Street "X" — the spot where a president died and time stood still. When director Oliver Stone filmed the motorcade scene in Dealey Plaza for his awful "JFK," I watched from the sixth floor of the old Texas School Book Depository, near the sniper's nest. 

The Smirker's nest.

A historical marker at 10th and Patton streets
 near where Lee Harvey Oswald 
murdered
police officer J.D. Tippit.
Upon meeting Marina, my tormentor's  Russian-born wife, I handed the 60ish woman photos of her family from 1963. (Don't ask.) Before marriage to Mrs. B, I took her to an assassination conference attended by a mishmash of oddballs, buffs and academics. 

Years later, our 9-year-old daughter in tow, I met a prominent conspiracy author at another gathering of the crazies. When I told him he was the sole reason for my attendance, the man loudly said, "No shit!" I smiled and laughed, nervously.

In the strip of ground across from the grassy knoll, I got an autograph from "The Lady in Red," assassination witness Jean Hill. The tattered card with her signature remained in my wallet for years.

In Dallas' West End, I met a man so obsessed with the assassination that he became a postman in the Oak Cliff neighborhood  of the city where The Smirker murdered Dallas police officer J.D. Tippit. While delivering mail in the neighborhood, the man quizzed witnesses to the crime.

I understood his obsession because it was mine, too.

The 'morgue,' a visit to his grave and a new haunt


Holding left-wing literature and a rifle, Lee Harvey Oswald stands in the backyard
of his apartment on West Neely Street in the Oak Cliff section of Dallas;
 Right, the same site today.

In Oak Cliff, I stood outside the grungy apartments where my tormentor once lived with Marina. With two other like-minded souls, I peered over a fence at the University Park mansion where The Smirker squeezed off a rifle shot at Edwin Walker, the loony former U.S. Army major general. (He missed.) The bleak corner of 10th and Patton, where he killed the Dallas cop, became an assassination destination, too. 

This "X" on Elm Street marks the approximate
location of JFK's limo when he received
 his fatal wound.
At The Dallas Morning News' "morgue," where the newspaper stored photos and other treasure, I examined images of his near-lifeless body on a stretcher after strip club owner Jack Ruby had pumped a .38-caliber bullet from a Colt Cobra revolver into his gut in the basement of Dallas Police HQ. At The News, I even worked on the same area on the second floor where Ruby placed ads for his clubs the morning of the assassination. 

At Shannon Rose Hill Park in Fort Worth, I stared at The Smirker's gravestone — the Spanish-speaking workers there weren't supposed to tell me where he lay, so they used hand signals to direct me to his plot when the bosses weren't watching. Perhaps my tormentor weighed on their minds, too.

The gas station where Oswald tossed his
 jacket after killing Dallas cop J.D. Tippit
 at 10th and Patton.
Ever the curious journalist, I recently stopped by old assassination-related haunts in Dallas for the first time in ages — The Smirker's now-decrepit West Neely Street apartment, site of the infamous backyard photos; 10th & Patton; the gas station on Jefferson, where he tossed his jacket after killing Tippit; the Texas Theatre, where Dallas police captured him; and grimy Dealey Plaza, where contemptible tourists smile for selfies on that Elm Street "X." 

I also visited a new haunt — the Oak Cliff rooming house where The Smirker, then estranged from Marina, lived for six weeks leading up to 11/22/63. For 30 bucks, Pat Hall — granddaughter of the house's 1963 owner, Gladys Johnson — will show you around and tell stories. It's her home now.

The rooming house at 1026 North Beckley


Pat Hall, granddaugther of the 1963 owner of the rooming house where Oswald lived
for six weeks in the fall of 1963. Oswald watched TV and read newspapers in this room, she told me.

Red, white and blue bunting hangs from the porch at 1026 North Beckley, an 89-year-old, one-story brick house with a 1963 vibe. The place seems small from the outside, but back then it included 18 rooms — six in the basement. Grandma Johnson rented rooms to single men — a large room cost 18 bucks a week, 12 bucks for a mid-size. A tiny room cost The Smirker, a loner with little means of support, eight bucks a week. 

The Dallas rooming house where Oswald
 lived in the fall of 1963. You can go inside
... for 30 bucks.
In the corner of the musty living room stands an ancient Silverstone television, just like the one there on that day. Like a scene from The Twilight Zone, it plays newscasts from Nov. 22, 1963. Above the television sit more than a dozen assassination books, each signed by the author. 

In the living room, The Smirker watched the 10 o'clock evening news and read Grandma Johnson's newspapers — she usually purchased four, the two Dallas dailies, one from Fort Worth and another from New York.  

On a coffee table rest original assassination newspapers, pieces torn off some by souvenir hunters. On a wall hangs a framed photo of Hall's father, who bears a passing resemblance to Elvis Presley. Steps away are photos of Hall's brothers, Hal and Mike. On a small table sits a framed copy of the president's "memorial certificate," an autopsy report for those into the macabre. "Shot by a high powered rifle," it says about JFK. 

Near the doorway and a sign for the rooming house Facebook page, visitors often stuff donations into the slot of a wooden box. 

A copy of the president's "memorial
certificate." 
Business for Hall fluctuates from two or three appointments a week to two a day.  Other visitors come with guides from three area tour companies, who give Hall a cut of their profit to supplement the 69-year-old's Social Security and to pay for work on a house that needs TLC. On the 50th anniversary of the assassination in 2013, Hall did 42 tours by herself. 

Visitors come from all over — Australia, Russia, "several African countries and all of Europe," says Hall. Hell, even California.

As we sit on the couch — the same one The Smirker plopped down on in 1963 — I wince as Hall talks about him. 

"We knew him as a sweet, kind compassionate man who loved children," says Hall, who was 11 in '63. She and her family called him "Mr. Lee" — he registered in the rooming house under a pseudonym, "O.H. Lee."

In the small front yard, "Mr. Lee" played with Hal, 10 in 1963, and Mike, then 6. Both the boys are long gone. 

"Grandma didn’t want them playing in the driveway because she was afraid they’d throw the ball and hit a window. It was perfectly fine to play in the front yard and roll the ball into the street," Hall, a  lifelong Oak Cliff resident, says with a chuckle. 

The Texas Theatre, where Dallas police
apprehended Lee Harvey Oswald
on Nov. 22, 1963.
On the day of the assassination, Hall attended school at James Bowie Elementary. Teachers watched coverage of JFK's visit on a TV stationed in the hallway that Friday. After the assassination, Hall sensed the mood change dramatically. Then the principal announced the president's death on the speaker system.

Blocks away, Hall's mother, Fay Puckett — who owned a photography studio on Jefferson Boulevard, across from the Texas Theatre — witnessed the arrest of "Mr. Lee." She was horrified. 

That's the man who played with my kids at Grandma’s rooming house! 

At home, Puckett unplugged the TV, refusing to turn it on until Sunday morning. 

That's the day Jack Ruby murdered The Smirker on live TV. Pat, Hal and Mike watched, aghast.

“That’s Mr. Lee!" they cried. "Why did they shoot Mr. Lee?!”

"My brothers went crazy," says Hall. 

The Room

Oswald lived in this room, no bigger than a large walk-in closet. That's me with my foot on
 the bed — with permission of the rooming house owner. The frame
is from Oswald's bed; the mattress does not date to 1963.

"Can I see 'The Room'?" I ask politely, interrupting another of Hall's stories.

Steps from the living room, there it is, his room, no bigger than a large walk-in closet. It was Grandma Johnson's favorite - she put plants in here. After the assassination, "Mr. Lee" returned to this tiny space to grab his jacket and revolver. Law enforcement picked this room apart nearly 58 years ago.

Pat Hall shows a replica Eisenhower jacket
 like the one Oswald wore on Nov. 22, 1963.
He used the armoire in which the
 jacket is stored.
To my right stands a small armoire, the very one The Smirker used. Inside it, wrapped in plastic, hangs an Eisenhower jacket like the one "Mr. Lee" dumped behind the gas station nearby on his mad scramble to the Texas Theatre. 

And then there's the bed. The frame dates to 1963, but the mattress does not.

"That would be too creepy for me,” Hall says.

The Smirker slept here. When "Mr. Lee" went to visit Marina in Irving, Hall says she did.

To show the size of the room, many visitors stretch their arms and touch opposite walls and takes pictures. Hall shoots a photo of me doing just that, with my feet planted on The Smirker's bed in a spike-the-football moment.

I wonder what went through The Smirker's mind here in November 1963.

Why doesn't Marina love me any more?

Do I really need curtain rods for this place?

The rooming house phone from 1963 remains.
Lee Harvey Oswald used it, Pat Hall told me.
Should I really kill Kennedy?

Will my fellow plotters pick me up and take me to Mexico, as they told me? 

Should I call them on that phone steps from my bed?

Is it worth haunting John Banks the rest of his life?

Hall doesn't believe "Mr. Lee" assassinated Kennedy but concedes The Smirker may have been in on the plot to kill the president.

"He could have been a CIA operative," she says.

And then Hall tells another story.

One evening "Mr. Lee" sat on the porch as her brothers wrestled out front. Hal had a short temper. The Smirker separated the brawlers. 

"Boys," he said, according to Hall, "let me tell you something: You gotta care for and love each other.”

There are no words — well, except these:

Curses to you, Lee Harvey Oswald!

"Hello? Is this hell? May I speak to Lee Harvey Oswald?" The phone I hold and wallpaper
behind me in the rooming house date to 1963. (CLICK ON ALL IMAGES TO ENLARGE.)

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17 comments:

  1. My father owned a printing business in downtown New Orleans. In late 1962 or early 1963, a young man dame into the office, wanting a print job on "Free Cuba" flyers. My father took one look at the material and threw him out. My father's place was one of several the young man visited that day. A few days after the assassination, the FBI descended. It turned out that the young man was Lee Harvey Oswald; my father never got his name. My mother grew up with some of the extended Oswald family in New Orleans; I went to junior high and high school with his nephew. And there was the famous (or infamous) probe by City Attorney Jim Garrison.

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    1. Thanks for sharing this, Glynn. I have also visited some of Oswald's haunts in New Orleans. What a strange life he led, eh?

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  2. What a strange blog post! Everyone should read it.

    Oswald's biographies show clearly he was afflicted by malignant narcissism. Had he been born of privilege, he would have run a major corporation.

    JFK paid the price for this pathetic man's affliction. So did the USA.

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  3. Why did he have the photograph taken behind the house and what was the large print on the paper. He is obviously holding it up to be seen..

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  4. In the film, "Oswald's Ghost," they portray him as kissing his wife goodbye, and leaving her money and a wedding band on the chest of drawers before he went to the book building on the morning of Nov. 22. How can this be true if they were estranged and he was staying in the tiny room?

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    1. That was out in Irving, Texas, where he stayed the night of Nov. 21, 1963.

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  5. Fascinating post! My memory of this day is clear as crystal...including the birth of my daughter about five hours after the President's death!

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  6. Great blog John
    I have discovered some new documents which prove KGB and Cuban intel had a joint operation in Mexico at time of the assassination to retrieve Oswald's suitcase containing incriminating evidence to linking thme to murder.
    https://www.lulu.com/en/us/shop/jack-white/recovering-oswalds-suitcase/paperback/product-n547nk.html?page=1&pageSize=4

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    1. To retrieve his suitcase from where?

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  7. Anonymous2:37 AM

    LBJ top aide Horace Busby: Lyndon Johnson was acutely aware by Nov. 4, 1963 that the Kennedys had sent a SWAT team of over **FORTY** national reporters to Texas to utterly destroy him https://robertmorrowpoliticalresearchblog.blogspot.com/2020/07/lyndon-johnson-was-acutely-aware-by-nov.html How do you think LBJ would have reacted? - Sincerely, Robert Morrow (Austin, TX) My email is Morrow321 (at) Aol (dot) com.

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  8. Anonymous10:59 PM

    John, in my basement is a large box of Kennedy Assassination books and material that I collected since the day he was killed. I too have been to Dallas and to Dealey Plaza, but never had the time for other Dallas site excursions. I have also visited New Orleans. I did spend time interviewing one of Jack Ruby's psychiatrists, who practiced in Detroit. Indeed a strange obsession.

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    1. Bill Christen11:00 PM

      Forgot to add my name.
      Bill Christen

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    2. Anonymous2:38 PM

      Can you share what you learned from the psychiatrist, including his name?

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  9. Anonymous12:27 PM

    So, did the Warren Commission get it right?

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  10. Anonymous8:30 AM

    Remenber james Files claim he was in dallas tx 11-22-1963 He claim Chuck hired drive his vehicles? Nicoletti & Roselli &others there dallas? Read his book do think it true?who is files dad is it files or is it Sutton? Analyze this:J.d Files wed Vera Lollar April27,1935(vera get car accident allen co ky1965) walker ala..census's:1940 James S Files d.o.b.1919 brilliant marion,ala.(see files)census's:1930 Brasseal Ellie wife Lexie children arcelloy,braxton,burrell etc. brilliant marion,ala.( Vera Lollar (Files) married Burrel Leroy Brasseal.)james Daltman Files (aka Jd)d.o.b.8-10-1915 d.o.b.8-28-1997.census1920and1930:head FILES Claude ,wife Pearl Bchildren,J.D,wilburn,James etc. Census1950:J.D wife Mariechildren:Ray,Dav,Pam,Dan etc.J.D.wed Marie3-7-1950 Ark.James Daltman Files(1915-1997 ) & daughter Mary Pearl Johnson(11-16-1936 ) husb Arthur johnson.( arthur johnson shot his wife Mary Pearl Files Johnson St louis missouri 10-31-1959?J.D.wife Marie lives St louis aswell(1959).James Sutton(files) appear in census 1950;with grandparents Lollar Earl-Mary Oakman,walker co ala.(not listed Vera Lollar Files) So sometime later Vera moves Chicago lives with Brasseal 122 22nd ave melrose pk&2924 9th ave suburb chicago.Nicoletti lives 1638 n 19th ave melrose park . Files work gas station mannheim rd.Harlow Grill 2400 North ave.Restaurant Golden Horns 109 N ave N lake il.(n ave goes both cities) Nicoletti born Dec 3,1916 died March 29,1977.Cullotta claim Roselli visit bar Spankys use phone sat bar talk cullotta little bit then left and Cullotta part of chicago outfit mob & pals spilotro bros( Jimmy Miraglia and John “Billy” McCarthy were members of Cullotta’s burglary crew ) whom told story Tony put guy head in vice as nicoletti watch eat spagetti?Marshall J Caifano 2115 Taylor st / 913 Sholta St chicago il pal to files at prison took pix with him could told him many stories about all rumors mob?Files claim Nicoletti wasn’t whack by mob but by _ _ _ ?Files leave wife Eleanor Schramm(kathy) for Faith marlow(shawnn) work coffee cup & Nicoletti comes in have a cup?Gary Marlow wed Kehring ?conyer ga?files said gary shot tippit?

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  11. Anonymous8:47 AM

    Anyone who thinks Oswald was the lone gunman in this assassination has truly not searched the facts and is doing themselves a disservice and anyone else who reads their comments as the sole truth. Facts are what a jury hears to determine the outcome of a trial and in this case the facts if you truly want to search them prove that Oswald was completely set up. Listen to the tape recording where an FBI informant said the president will be shot from a high rise building and there will be a person who will get the blame for it. There were and are people in high places whether anyone wants to believe it or not who has the power to do these things, please search the facts to know the real truth.

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  12. Anonymous9:00 PM

    My dentist went to middle school with Oswald in Fort Worth. He told me they were on the same football team and Oswald was booted off by the coach for some reason. Oswald told some teammates ( my dentist included ) that he was mad and had a rifle at home and wasn’t afraid of using it on the coach. Dangerous guy

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