11.22.63:The Truth

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Submitted: January 25, 2018

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11.22.63:The Truth

By: Lyndon B.Johnson

I, Lyndon B. Johnson am writing this memoir from my death bed. I believe that the public, when the time is right, does deserve the truth about what really happened on this “fateful” day. I have requested that this be released no less than 40 years after my death, when surely everyone else mentioned will also have been long gone. Long story short, 10 years ago, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated while riding in his motorcade in Dallas, Texas. The details though; whether or not it was really Lee Harvey, and who was pulling the strings, nobody is sure. I can clear up the entire matter, with just a few strokes of the pen. And that is exactly what I intend to do. I was the one behind the assassination of John F. Kennedy. And I’ll tell you all about it in the coming pages.

Before I go into John’s death and while I have your attention, let me first tell you a little bit about myself. I was born in Stonewall, Texas, in 1908. I went to middle school, high school and college in Texas. Texas was my home, and I knew almost every influential man there. This later aided me in taking down Kennedy.

My political career began in 1939, when I ran for the U.S House of Representatives in Texas’ 10th Congressional District and won. After losing in my bid for the Senate the first time, in 1948 I entered into a second election, successfully this time.

In 1960, I was expecting to become president. It was my time. I had been waiting for so many long years. I was also getting older in age and felt that 1960 was my last electable year. I could just smell the Oval Office. I was the grizzled, experienced nominee, and I truly believed that this was my year to win the election. But then Kennedy showed up.

Instead of being chosen as the Democratic nominee, the Democratic convention chose Senator John F. Kennedy over me. Although my dreams of becoming the 35th President of the United States were dashed, not all was lost. Kennedy immediately offered me a spot as his Vice President.

While this may seem like a no-brainer decision to most, it wasn’t that simple. First of all, I was not too fond of “Jack” at the time, being that he had just beaten me out for the spot that I was aiming for. I mean the guy just took my job, is it really such a shocker that I wouldn’t want to be working with him again? This brings me to my second problem. Vice President seems sinecure. I didn’t believe that I would be getting anything done if accepted. If I did become VP, I would certainly set out to change that it had become nominal, and would make sure to that I had more authority than the Vice President had previously been given.

But all of this took a backseat to the problem of Robert Kennedy, John’s brother. “Bobby” hated me with a passion. After my meeting with John, the morning following his nomination, we decided that I would be his Vice President. He told me that many of his advisors and close supporters were extremely against the decision but Kennedy felt like he had no choice. He had to make it seem like he cared about the Southern Democrats in order to get their vote. I was not even his first choice. That went to Stuart Symington, but Kennedy offered me the Vice Presidency as a courtesy. He was expecting me to decline but I shocked him by accepting the position. I accepted for one reason only: To stick it to the guys like John and Robert Kennedy, and all of the Northern Liberals, who had protested my being chosen. I needed to prove them all wrong. But I was especially upset at John for offering me a position that he felt I wasn’t worthy of. I was clearly the better option for the presidency in the first place. Now he’s going to try to tease me about the loss? I didn’t think so. That is the reason why I was willing to allow what ultimately happened to JFK. He never wanted me to be a part of his presidency, and I would never forgive him for that. I was also now just a heartbeat away from becoming president.

Once in office, John did whatever he could to keep me busy. He wanted me out of his way and gave me as many unimportant tasks as possible. This wasn’t the main problem I had with him though. His open disdain for me, really began to bother me, as he and his brother Robert, who had then became Attorney General, ridiculed me publicly. I decided that something had to be done. Killing John F. Kennedy would not only give me a free path to the presidency but in doing so would also eliminate Public (or should I say Private) Enemy No. 1. So that is what I decided I was going to do. And what better place than Texas?

A lot of planning goes into a rather seamless murder. So you can only imagine the effort that goes into a presidential assassination. Obviously, having the Vice President on the inside does help. I had a secret unit, called “Firepower” who would meet twice a month to discuss our plans. I wasn’t the only high ranking official involved though. Some of the more well-known members of the secret unit included, George de Mohrenschildt, Lee Harvey Oswald’s CIA handler, E. Howard Hunt, a former CIA operative who was involved in the “Bay of Pigs” operation to oust Cuban leader Fidel Castro, and another man who I will get to later. The CIA and I had a mutual enemy. John F. Kennedy.  Certain CIA higher-ups wanted Kennedy out of office, because he began to seek peace with the Soviet Union.

After long deliberations regarding the day and the action we would take, “Firepower” decided on a date. November 22, 1963. The president would be traveling to Texas to support his next reelection campaign for the 1964 presidential election, and on that date he was going to be having a motorcade through Dallas, Texas.

Now remember, I was the “chosen son” of Texas. I had been involved in Texas’ politics for many years and I knew almost everyone there was to know there. Being that I had the route in stow; the operation was able to run much more smoothly than expected.  So after discussing with the unit, we decided that the proper place to take down the President was as he was passing through Dealey Plaza. We had 6 CIA snipers take positions on every other floor of the Texas School Book Depository, with each having their own specific orders, whether or not to shoot. Lee Harvey Oswald was not involved in the assassination of John F.  Kennedy. He was the one who we first offered the job to, but he vehemently declined, saying that he would not risk the life of his wife and daughter to kill a beloved president.

That’s where things got tricky. Most would think that there would be some major logistical problems in trying to assassinate a President without the 200,000 plus crowd noticing. But surprisingly, that wasn’t the biggest trouble we faced. In fact, aside from a few accounts, which were immediately thrown out by investigators, almost nobody noticed that here had been more than 3 shots fired. Our biggest problem rather, was the fact that the cops arrested Lee Harvey Oswald for the crime. Almost anybody else would have been satisfactory, but Oswald knew about the conspiracy. He would definitely cut a deal to get himself out of prison and he knew the names of everyone in our secret unit. That’s where Jack Ruby came in. Ruby was a part of “Firepower.” He was willing to take the fall and go to jail for the rest of his rather short life, to save the rest of us. And for that I will forever be thankful.

This memoir was written in memory of my good friend Jack Ruby. R.I.P. We miss you buddy.


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