THE STRANGE WORLD of MARGUERITE OSWALD in a Tidy, Unexceptional Little House, an an Un- Killed
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THE STRANGE WORLD OF MARGUERITE OSWALD In a tidy, unexceptional little house, an an un- killed. what 1 have in my possession will be scroll; Iwanted to get up to look at it, but l esceptionel block of unular houses (they were known. And I in my lifetime have got to con- felt this would be presumptuous. particularly be- seedy, but they were not squalid. and in some of tinue what I have been doing, using my emo- cause it was over a writing desk with orderly their front yards roses grew) in Fort Worth, tional stability and speaking out whenever I can. piles of papers, to which my Paul Pry eye would Mrs. Marguerite Oswald received me one Would you like a cup of coffee?" be bound to stray. Neer the television net (it steamy afternoon last May. Without inconse- Because there Wall no break between the confronted the sofa, and the vantage point from quential melt talk. beyond caking me whether proclamation of unwavering purpose and the which it would be looked at was directly under I found the nit conditioning too cool or not cool hospitable question, and because both were dr Mrs. Whistler) there son a low tripod, on which enough (it was exactly right), she plunged livered in the tame tone and at the same pace. stood a jardiniere planted with crotons. whose straightaway Iola her memoirs—or, rather. into I did not immediately take it m. But in a moment patterns were picked out in positive shades of those parts of her memoirs having to do with the I did and said I would. While she busied her purple and red and leonine yellow, the health •nest and murder of her son Lee Harvey that in the kitchen that abutted on the dinette of these leaves wan so obviously robust that they catapulted her to mtemational renown. at the end of the living room. she did not panne testified to a gtecn thumb and made a puzzling . Her voice had a considerable hutnonie range: io her soliloquy She caked herself questions and contrast to the fake !lowers and lake grapes in in a minute's time she could shift her tone from answered them in patient asides, "All the news other parts of the room. I had observed the same resignation to irony, from sonorous patriotism to mediums said he was euch a failure in life. A phenomenon in the small front yard, where personal indignation; but at all tones a central failure in life?" Her voice conveyed stunned heather, far from home and made of was and intelligence was at the controls regulating the disbelief. wire, emerged from a plastic pot. toward which pitch and the volume of mother. citizen, widow, "He was twenty-four year, old when he was a Few late tulips leaned their mortal, languid public figure. murdered! The attorneys that are interviewing heads. She declared at the beginning that she was them witnesses make a hundred to a hundred Mrs. Oswald, pouring hot water over instant "not a mother defending her son." but was and fifty dollars a day, and they never lived this coffee, was laying, "I can absolutely prove my "tpeaking for history," since history. she is per- type life. Lee Harvey Oswald a failure? I am son innocent. I can do it any time I want by going suaded. has been deformed by the puns and the smiling! ( think it took courage for a young boy to Wnthingtoo. D.C., with some pictures; but report of the Warren Commistion't inquiry into to go to Bunia at twenty. for whatever reason I won't do it that way. I want to do it this way, President Kennedy's assassination, which it "all he went. I find this a very intelligent boy, and I getting my story before the public, so young and lies. lies. hes'. think be's coming out to history as very fine old all over the world will know the truth. Why I had gone to Tema to see Mrs. Oswald be- person." She spoke m the accents and cadences don't I go to Washington. D.C.?- cause the S. es she herself said. -• mother in of that part of New Orleans to which she was With this question, she turned to face me. history." And I had hoped that I might be able native, an accent that my late husband, A. J. arms akimbo. Embattled but still cool-headed, to discover from this visit tome of the accd- Liebling, once described as -hard to distinguish the answered it "Because they've been so ugly. dente, loves, antipathies and idiosyncrmitt that from the accent of Hoboken. Jersey City, and to Me and my boy. I'll write a hook. and the had mfiuenced the character of Lee Oswald. Atoms. Lang Island, where the Al Smith inflec- title of it will be 'One and One Make Two' or For all practical outposts, Marguerite Os- tion, extinct in Manhattan. has taken refuge." 'Tills and That.' Oh.. I could write three books weld woo her son's only parent, since his father Point is perm and person it poyson. or five books! I could write hooka and books died before he was horn, and her later marriage Accustomed as she was to public speaking. on what I know and what I hove researched." lasted too Assn a time to have much effect on hem. Mn. Oswald did not new to be addressing me My own research, this cursory inspection of rnecifically but, rather, a !mac congregation; her living room. had yielded little but the obser- Mrs. Oswald, an inactive Lutheran. believes this was to be her manner with me on each of vation that whoever lived hem was • good haute- that -If ye leek, ye shall fled," that at last "troth the three occasions I sow her. Taking advantage keeper of modest meant, and hoping In set her trill prevail." and "to correct the false imprem- of my anonymity in this crowd and the fact that back in time, to the days before the concussion of her son and of herself under which her back was turned. I looked around the room that had stunned the world. I asked her ahout most of the nation and moat of the world labor, and tried to think what sort of occupant I her early life in New Orleans. But if she had doe is dedicating her life to her own investigation. would assign to 'a if I did rot already know any nostalgia for that most raffish and romantic From early morning until night. she is at work who she was. of cities. she had suppressed it, and the brushed "researching the case," collating newspaper The house itself was • white stucco bunga- me aside as if there were no time for frivolous stones, studying the theories of conspiracy that low, divided into two apartments, and as I. had parentheses when the Issitinees at hood was his- have been propounded fines Los Angeles to gone up the short path, I had noticed a "For tory. Wet Berlin. -reading between the lines- in die Rent" sign at the approach to the other ride. "Now, maybe Lee Harvey Oswald was the Warren Report, and the accepts any invitation Each apartment consisted of a living room- anamin,- the pursued, stirring the coffee. "But anywhere to appear 011 platforms or on television dining ream that then turned a corner and he- doe. that make him a Imam! No. no. Killing screens, to pus, on her observations and to in- came a kitchen: off the living room there was a doesn't necesurily mean badness. You find kill- terpret them. For several months after the 7111113- small bedroom and, off that, a heth. The two mg in some very fine homes for one mason or lination. she traveled widely throughout this kitchen doors opened onto • common hack another, and as we all know, President Ken- country and through Canada. "My theme n the porch, screened and looking out to a downward- nedy was a dying man. So I say it is possible American way of life." she laid. "and this was sloping lawn and pleasant shade trees. that nay son war chosen to shoat him in a mercy what I talked abOUL.. The space war limited: but Mrs. Oswald had killing, for the security of the country. And if want the Innis known." the said to me. arranged her furniture deftly, no that I did not this is true, it wan a fine thing to do and my son sitting erect on a sofa, her hands crossed at the feel nudged, and the furniture itself. while it was n hero." wrists, palm upward. "I believe the .Amerman was middle-aged and had been nondescript all I was caught off guard by these speculations people are entitled to the truth, and I believe its life Concept for a Danish modern chair up- tutted at irrefutable fact., and I breathed deeply they want to know. Now, I will agree that im- holstered in carroty polyethylene). was solid before I said, "I had not heard that President mediately after the antatsination and while Pres- and m good repair and comfortable. The arm- Kennedy was dying." Indeed, the conjecture ident Johnson teat taking the piece of President chair I sat its was hard enough and wilt enough, was a new one to me; but later on. I learned Kennedy, let me say in all respect that this was and there was an adequate table to the right of that it is popular in certain quarters where the not the time to bring these midst before the pub- it, on which stood an ashtray.