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Jim Garrison: So what really happened that day? Let's just for a moment speculate shall we? We have the epileptic seizure around 12:15, p.m. distracting the police making it easier for the shooters to move into their places. The epileptic later vanished, never checking into a hospital. The A-Team gets on the sixth floor of the depository. They were refurbishing the floors that week, which allowed unknown workmen access to the building. They move quickly into position just minutes before the shooting. The spotter on the radio talking to the other two teams has the best overall view, the God spot. B-Team one shooter and one spotter with radio gear and access to the building, moves into the lower floor of the Dal-Tex building. The third team, the C-Team moves into the picket fence behind the Grassy Knoll, where the shooter and the spotter are first spotted by the late Lee Bowers in the watch tower of the rail yard. They have the best position of all. Kennedy is close and on a flat low trajectory. Part of this team is a coordinator who has flashed security credentials at people chasing them out of the parking lot. Probably 2-3 more men are in the crowd on Elm. 10-12 men. Three shooters. Three spotters. The triangulation of fire that Clay Shaw and David Ferrie discussed two months before. They have walked the plaza. They know every inch. They have calibrated their sight. They have practiced on moving targets. They are ready. Kennedy's motorcade makes the turn from Main onto Houston. It's gonna be a turkey shoot. They don't shoot him coming up Houston, which is the easiest shot for a single shot from the Book Depository. They Wait. They wait until he gets in the killing zone, between three rifles. Kennedy makes the final turn from Houston onto Elm, slowing down to some 11 miles an hour. The shooters across Dealy Plaza tighten, taking their aim, waiting for the radio to say "Green! Green!" or "Abort! Abort!". The first shot rings out, sounding like a backfire it misses the car completely. Frame 161, Kennedy stops waiving as he hears something. Connaly's head turns slightly to the right. Frame 193, the second shot hits Kennedy in the throat from the front. Frame 225, the President emerging from behind the road sign, you can see that he's obviously been hit, raising his arms to his throat. The third shot, frame 232, takes Kennedy in the back pulling him downward and forward. Connaly you'll notice shows no signs at all of being hit. He is visibly holding his Stetson, which is impossiable if his wrist has been shattered. Connaly is turning here now, frame 238 the fourth shot. It misses Kennedy and takes Connaly in the back. This is the shot that proves there were two rifles. Connaly yells out "My God! They are going to kill us all." Somewhere around this time another shot that misses the car completely, strikes James Tague down by the underpass. The car brakes. The sixth and fatal shot, frame 313 takes Kennedy in the head from the front. This is the key shot. The President going back and to his left. Shot from the front and right. Totally inconstant with the shot from the Book Depository. So what happens then? Pandemonium.

So, what really happened that day? Let's just, for a moment, speculate, shall we? We have the epileptic seizure around 12:15 p.m. distracting the police, making it easier for the shooters to move into their places. The epileptic later vanished, never checking into the hospital. The A-team gets on the sixth floor of the depository. Now, they were refurbishing the floors in the depository that week, which allowed unknown workmen in and out of the building. They move quickly into position, just minutes before the shooting. The second spotter on the radio talking to the other two teams has the best overall view: The "God spot". B- team, one rifleman and one spotter with a headset and access to the building, moves into the low floor of the Dal-Tex building. The third team, the C-team, moves in behind the picket fence above the grassy knoll, where the shooter and the spotter are first seen by the late Lee Bowers in the watchtower of the rail yard. They have the best position of all. Kennedy's close and on a flat, low trajectory. Part of this team is a coordinator, who's flashed security credentials at several people, chasing them out of the parking lot area. Probably two to three more men are down in the crowd on Elm. Ten to twelve men, three teams, three shooters. The triangulation of fire Clay Shaw and David Ferrie discussed two months before. They've walked the plaza. They know every inch. They've calibrated their sights. They've practiced on moving targets. They're ready. Kennedy's motorcade makes a turn from Main onto Houston. It's gonna be a turkey shoot! They don't shoot him up Houston, the easiest shot for a single shooter in the book depository! They wait! They wait till he gets to the killing zone between three rifles. Kennedy makes the final turn from Houston onto Elm, slowing down to some 11 miles an hour. The shooters across Dealey Plaza tighten, taking their aim, waiting for the radio to say, "Green! Green," or, "Abort! Abort!" The first shot rings out. Sounding like a backfire, it misses the car completely. Frame 161, Kennedy stops waving as he hears something. Connally's head turns slightly to the right. Frame 193, the second shot hits Kennedy in the throat from the front. Frame 225, the President emerging from behind the road sign. You can see that he's obviously been hit, raising his arms to his throat. The third shot, frame 232, hits Kennedy in the back, pulling him downward and forward. Connally, you will notice, shows no signs at all of being hit. He is visibly holding his Stetson, which is impossible if his wrist has been shattered. Connally is turning here, now. Frame 238, the fourth shot. It misses Kennedy and takes Connally in the back. This is the shot that proves there were two rifles. Connally yells out, "My God! They're going to kill us all!" Somewhere around this time, now, another shot, that misses the car completely, strikes James Teague down by the underpass. The car brakes. The sixth and fatal shot, frame 313, takes Kennedy in the head from the front. This is the key shot. The President going back and to his left, shot from the front and right, totally inconsistent with the shot from the depository. Again, back, and to the left. Back, and to the left. Back, and to the left. Back, and to the left. So, what happens then? Pandemonium. Let's get the hell out of here! We got him... The shooters quickly disassemble their various weapons, all except the Oswald rifle. Patrolman Joe Smith rushes into the parking lot behind the picket fence. He smells gunpowder. The character produced credentials from his pocket that showed him to be Secret Service. Let's see your ID. You see anybody else up here? No, keep looking. So, I accepted that and let him go, and continued the search, but I regretted it, 'cause this guy looked like an auto mechanic. He had on a sports shirt and pants, but he had dirty fingernails. Afterward, it didn't ring true, but at the time... we were so pressed for time. Yet, all Secret Servicemen in Dallas that day are accounted for. None were on foot in Dealey Plaza before or after the shooting till Dallas Secret Service Chief, Forest Sorrels, returned at 12:55. At least twelve other individuals were taken into custody by Dallas Police, no record of their arrest. Men acting like hobos were being pulled off trains, marched through Dealey Plaza, photographed, and yet there's no records of their arrest. Men identifying themselves as Secret Service agents were all over the place, but who was impersonating them? And where was Lee Harvey Oswald? Around 12:15, on her way out of the building to see the motorcade, secretary Carolyn Arnold sees Oswald in the second-floor snack room, where, he said he went for a Coke. He was in a booth on the right side of the room. He was by himself as usual, appeared to be having his lunch. I didn't speak to him, but I recognized him clearly. At the same time, Bonnie Ray Williams is supposedly eating his chicken lunch on the sixth floor. He's there until 12:15, maybe 12:20. He sees nobody. Arnold Rowlands, down on the street, he's looking up. He sees two men in sixth-floor windows, presumably after Bonnie Ray Williams had finished his lunch and left. John Powell, a prisoner on the sixth floor of the Dallas County Jail, sees them. Quite a few of us kind of saw them. Everyone was hollering and yelling and all that. We thought they were security guys. If Oswald was the assassin, he was certainly pretty nonchalant about moving himself into position. Later, he told Dallas Police he was in the second-floor snack room, probably told to wait there by his handler for a phone call, but the phone call never came. A maximum 90 seconds after Kennedy is shot, Patrolman Marrion Baker runs into Oswald in that second-floor lunchroom. Hey, you! Do you know this man? Is he an employee? Yes, he is. The President's been shot! But what the Warren Commission would have us believe is that after firing three bolt-action shots in 5.6 seconds, Oswald then leaves three cartridges neatly side-by-side in the firing nest, wipes the rifle clear of fingerprints, stashes the rifle on the other side of the loft, sprints down five flights of stairs past witnesses Victoria Adams and Sandra Styles who never see him, then shows up, cool and calm, on the second floor in front of Patrolman Baker. All this within a maximum of 90 seconds of the shooting. Hey, you! Do you know this man? Is he an employee? Yes, he is. The President's been shot! Is he out of breath? According to Baker, absolutely not. Assuming he is the sole assassin, Oswald is now free to escape from the building. The longer he delays, the more chance the building will be sealed by police. Is he guilty? Does he walk out the nearest staircase? No, he buys a Coke, and at a slow pace, spotted by Mrs. Reid on the second floor, he strolls out the more distant front exit where cops have gathered! Oddly, considering that three shots had been fired from there, nobody seals the book depository for ten more minutes. Oswald slips out, as do several other employees. Of course, when he realized something had gone wrong and the President had been killed, he knew there was a problem. He may have even known he was the patsy, an intuition, maybe. The President killed in spite of his warning. The phone call that never came. Perhaps fear now came to Oswald for the very first time. So, Oswald returns to his rooming house around 1:00 p.m. a half hour after the assassination. A man shot the President! He puts on his jacket, grabs his .38 revolver, and leaves at 1:04. Earlene Roberts, the housekeeper, said she heard two beeps on a car horn, and two uniformed cops pulled up to the house where Oswald was in his room, like it was a signal or something. Officer Tippit is shot between 1:10 and 1:15, about a mile away, and though no one actually saw him walking or jogging, the government says Oswald covered that distance. Now, giving the government the benefit of the doubt, Oswald would've had to jog a mile in six to eleven minutes, and then commit the murder, then reverse his direction, and walk three-fifths of a mile to the Texas Theater, and arrive sometime before 1:30. It's also a useful conclusion, after all. Why else would Oswald kill Tippit unless he had just shot the President and feared arrest? Domingo Benevides, the closest witness to the shooting, refused to identify Oswald as the killer, and was never taken to a lineup. Acquilla Clemons saw the killer with another man, and says they went off in separate directions. Mrs. Clemons was never taken to a lineup or to the Warren Commission.