A Life Preserver

If you are drowning, and someone throws you a life preserver, you are going to reach out and hang onto that life preserver for as long as it takes you to survive.

The Kennedy assassination is no different.

The minute JFK was shot, the focus was on the Dallas police department. It didn’t matter that they were not primarily responsible for the President’s safety, people were looking at Dallas.

Why didn’t you protect him?

Immediately, a black cloud descended upon the City of Dallas, its leaders and the Dallas Police Department (DPD).

In short, the DPD was drowning.

Something had to be done.

The first choice is to undo the Presidents assassination. That wasn’t going to happen.

Behind door number two was the assassin.

Nobody had to tell Henry Wade and Will Fritz to find the assassin PDQ. They were very politically astute, and they knew what they needed to do.

Somehow, someway, someone approached Will Fritz and presented him the mother of all Christmas gifts, a life preserver with the name Lee Harvey Oswald on it.

When you are drowning, you don’t question the quality of the life preserver that’s thrown do you. Beggars can’t be choosers. You hang on to what’s given you, and you never let go.

Such was the state of affairs in Dallas on 11/22/63 at 1 o’clock in the afternoon.

It was game on to save face, and Will Fritz and his officers weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

It’s difficult for me to impugn the integrity of the DPD.

Let’s just say that they were motivated to cling on to Lee Oswald being the assassin. Lee Oswald was their savior. Lee Oswald was their Jesus.

Lee Oswald solved all their problems. One fell stroke, the capture and conviction of Lee Harvey Oswald, transforms the DPD from goat into hero.

Why would they give that up?

The mind is a strange and powerful tool. It is remarkably adept at preserving your life and your reputation. Without you having an iota of a conscious thought, it can instantly make you believe anything.

My stepfather was a radio operator during World War II. He was on a ship patrolling the South Pacific. He told me that one day while on patrol he woke up and couldn’t move his legs. He couldn’t physically move his legs. He couldn’t walk.

His mates took him down to sick bay where the doctor examined him. After checking him out, the doctor told him to get up and get out of sick bay, that there was nothing wrong with him.

My step father got up and was able to walk.

What was going on, I asked him.

Stress, he replied.

Your mind protects you without you having a clue.

It was no different for the Dallas Police Department.

They were drowning professionally, and their minds protected them without them having a clue.

Only an objective observer like a doctor is able to detect what is going on. It’s almost impossible for you to be objective about yourself.

I don’t want to challenge what the DPD officers are saying to us, but it’s obvious from their statements to the press that they were convinced from the get go that LHO was the dreaded assassin of both JFK and JD Tippit.

He was their life preserver.

Copyright 2022 Archer Crosley All Rights Reserved

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