The second murder happened forty-five minutes after the first. It received less attention—a cop instead of a president, a residential street instead of a motorcade. But to anyone reading the file carefully, the Tippit killing is where the story stops making sense. Or starts making a different kind of sense.
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Mrs. Clemmons was never called before the Warren Commission. She reported being visited by a man who "wasn't police" who told her she "might get hurt" if she talked.
Frank Wright was not called before the Warren Commission.
Benavides initially told police he could not identify the shooter. His brother Eddy was shot in the head in February 1964. Case unsolved. Domingo subsequently testified he "thought" it might have been Oswald.
SHELL CASINGS: Four casings recovered at scene. Two were manufactured by Winchester-Western, two by Remington-Peters. These brands are not interchangeable in standard revolver operation. The weapon attributed to Oswald (S&W .38 Special) would require manual reloading between brands.
BULLETS: Three bullets recovered from Tippit's body. One was too damaged for comparison. One was Western-Winchester. One was Remington-Peters. FBI firearms expert testified bullets could NOT be matched to Oswald's revolver.
TIMELINE: Oswald left rooming house at 1:04 PM (per housekeeper). Tippit shooting occurred at 1:14-1:15 PM (per radio log). Distance from rooming house to shooting scene: 0.85 miles. Walking speed required to cover distance: 5.1 mph (near jogging pace). No witness reported seeing Oswald running.
The official story: Lee Harvey Oswald, fleeing the Book Depository, shot Officer Tippit when Tippit tried to stop him. A lone gunman. A chance encounter. A cop doing his duty.
The file tells a different story. A cop outside his district. Witnesses who saw two men. Bullets that don't match. A timeline that barely works. And connections—to Ruby, to the Dallas underworld, to a network of relationships that the Warren Commission chose not to map.
Maybe Tippit was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or maybe he was exactly where he was supposed to be—part of an operation that required a patsy to be stopped, identified, and captured before he could talk to the wrong people. Maybe he recognized Oswald. Maybe he was supposed to do something else entirely.
We'll never know. Tippit is dead. Oswald is dead. The only people who could tell the truth are silent.
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