I have posted the same thing thousands of times, but consider this
question in your mind:
Did Finck understand thew difference between an ARMY General and a Navy
General? So when he said General he means Army General.
Who there was an Army General and had the authority to order him?
He was ordered by The Commander of the base, Stoval to OBEY the orders
from the unnameble Army General as though they had come from Stoval himself.
The silliest explanation I have ever heard from the cover is when some
kook said he mean General as in Attorney General, which would be Robert
Kennedy, not knowing that the Kennedys were up in a room above the
autopsy and never went down into the autopsy suite.
By Chelsea Brasted
cbra...@nola.com,
NOLA.com | The Times-Picayune
Two men waited in a parked sedan outside Steinberg's Sports Center in
Baton Rouge when Richard Lipsey got to work Jan 18, 1978. It had been a
little more than 15 years since John F. Kennedy was assassinated in
Dallas -- 15 years since Lipsey signed National Security Act documents
swearing he wouldn't talk about what he'd witnessed that day.
The two men got out of the car wearing smart business suits and
approached Lipsey.
"Are you Richard Lipsey? Were you a lieutenant in the U.S. Army in 1963?
And were you in Washington? And did you watch the autopsy of John F.
Kennedy?"
Yes, yes, yes and yes.
The men, who came on behalf of the House Select Committee on
Assassinations, followed Lipsey inside, where for the first time he
recounted exactly how he'd heard the news that the president was shot,
how he'd spent the afternoon preparing for the arrival of the body, how
he'd helped the medical technicians at Bethesda Navy Hospital wipe it
down and how, exactly, he'd stood alongside Jackie Kennedy and a select
group of weary, grieving White House aides during a private 4:30 a.m.
mass the next morning.
It was the first time Lipsey had really thought about what happened that
day. He knew he couldn't talk about it, so not thinking about it seemed
an easy option.
"They really caught me cold," Lipsey said. "It was very difficult at the
time to go through that again with them and try to identify exactly what
they wanted, and they were kind of leading me on."
The recounting opened a kind of Pandora's box inside Lipsey. It was the
spark to ignite his own desire to figure out exactly what happened that
day. Was it Lee Harvey Oswald who shot Kennedy? And if it was, did he
act alone?
It was just after his usual lunch break on Nov. 22, 1963. Lipsey sat in
a car parked outside Maj. Gen. Philip C. Wehle's house when the news
came over the radio that Kennedy had been shot. Lipsey ran to the door,
where Wehle met him on the way out. They'd heard the same news, and they
both had snapped into action.
It was time to go to work.
As aide to Wehle, the commander of the military district of Washington,
D.C., Lipsey had a front row seat to a tumultuous time, including Martin
Luther King Jr.'s historic march just months earlier. Lipsey knew that
at any minute Wehle could be called upon to escort a high ranking
dignitary to meet the president, or he might have to help plan the
funeral for former aging presidents Dwight D. Eisenhower or Harry
Truman. But this was different.
Lipsey had served as sometimes-social aide to Kennedy, had shaken his
hand numerous times after briefing Kennedy on various visitors, and the
pair had developed a friendship.
"He was a hell of a guy. A very smart man," Lipsey said.
When Kennedy's body arrived around 6:30 p.m., he accompanied Wehle and
Jackie Kennedy to Bethesda Naval Hospital. Wehle and a stoic Jackie
Kennedy went upstairs to begin the gargantuan task of planning a
presidential funeral, and Lipsey was given the task of guarding the door.
"Nobody touches that body except the doctors, and no unauthorized person
enters that room," Lipsey remembered Wehle saying.
Lipsey helped the technicians when he was asked, helping to transfer
Kennedy's body to the autopsy table, wiping it off and watching the
calm, slow process of photographing the entry and exit points of the
bullets. Sometime that night, Lipsey chowed down on a burger and Coke
while watching the autopsy from the student's gallery above. Later,
Lipsey would help to dress Kennedy in the suit his wife had chosen
before closing the casket.
The body was moved to the White House in the dead of night, and Lipsey
sat in on the private mass a priest gave before dawn. Jackie Kennedy
asked everyone out of the room, and though he never knew what happened
then, Lipsey is fairly certain he was one of the last people to ever see
Kennedy's body before his burial.
The following days were a torrent of planning, securing and organizing
the funeral procession. He stood next to Wehle and the Kennedy family as
they made their slow walk to the Capitol from the White House. He later
led Princess Grace Kelly to the grave-site, not understanding why Jackie
Kennedy wouldn't see her.
There are many things Lipsey doesn't understand that day, and he doesn't
suppose he'll ever figure them out. What he does know -- and he's
certain of this -- is that it was Lee Harvey Oswald who pulled the trigger.
After delving into the mist in 1978, Lipsey slowly learned more and more
about what happened that day. He remembered hearing the Boston accent of
an FBI agent who'd been outside the autopsy, found him and read through
the agent's report.
"The more I started thinking about it, the more I was able to put the
picture together myself," Lipsey said.
He read the conspiracy theories, he looked at the photographs, he
watched the Oliver Stone movie and he read the books. It all comes down
to one thing: He's certain Lee Harvey Oswald did it.
"This guy was a nut, and he was going to show everybody," Lipsey said.
"Everybody thought he was nuts, but he was going to show everybody that
he can pull off the big one. ... Everybody has a theory about who put
him up to it. Maybe they did? But there's just no evidence that ties him
to any particular group."
Lipsey estimates he has told his story about a dozen times, but only to
select groups, ones he feels a certain connection to. He won't go on
national TV, though he has been asked often, and he won't speak to just
anyone. He prefers to avoid the spotlight, but he acknowledges the
importance of passing his story down to new generations.
In recalling the story, Lipsey doesn't feel any acute sadness or
catharsis. Instead, he recognizes how lucky he was to have known Wehle,
the major general who pulled him out of the group at what was then-Camp
Polk, brought him to Washington, D.C., and mentored him.
"It makes me step back and think about how much I appreciated Gen.
Wehle," Lipsey said.
As for the day Lipsey stood witness to one of the saddest and most
portentous moments in American history, he looks back on it with equanimity.
"It doesn't overwhelm me," Lipsey said.
* * * * * *
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Doesn't this kinda, sorta narrow it down to General Wehle who WAS in
control of the loading dock?
Why he would supervise the autopsy is strange, but you could make up a
conspiracy theory that RFK asked him to watch out for the interests of
the Kennedy family. And why just for the autopsy procedures?
Because during an autopsy they have to remove and examine the organs.
And the Kennedy family did not want the adrenal glands examined, because
that would prove that JFK had been suffering from Addison's Disease
which they had continually been denying, ever since the convention
running against LBJ, whom RFK hated, and rightly so.
This is what we call a CYA cover-up. It doesn't change any facts about
who shot whom, but it protects the privacy of the family.
As an example, sometimes the coroner is asked by the family to not
mention that the loved one had died of AIDS.
I am not going to cite any examples to prove that, but if you are
resourceful you can find them.
Hope this explains it for you. And don't ask me how I know that RFK
asked them to cover up the Addison's Disease. Can you figure out where I
am posting from?