James C. Bowles
Communications
Supervisor
Dallas Police Department
“McLain assumed since they were government lawyers working for the flag, motherhood, and Chevrolet coupes, that they wouldn’t lie to you. McLain had no idea, in his naïve innocence, that they were trying to concoct a tale and that he was a vital validator to their chain…”
After serving a stint in the Navy and later operating a small business, James Bowles joined the Dallas Police Department in 1951. In 1963, Bowles was the communications supervisor of the dispatch office. In the years following the assassination, Bowles transcribed the so-called Dallas Police Tapes and later wrote a manuscript titled “The Kennedy Assassination Tapes: A Rebuttal to the Acoustics Evidence.” Based on his background with the police department, he is recognized as the authority on the inner workings of the radio communications of the Dallas Police Department and corresponding events at the time of the assassination.
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I was at Love Field as part of the reception for the President while my
dad, Major, was at Baylor Hospital after suffering a stroke. Before the
President arrived, Chief Fisher[1]
came over to me and said that Major had taken a turn for the worse and that
I’d better take his car over to the hospital before it was too late. So I took
his car, rushed to the hospital, and returned as soon as I could. By then the
reception at the airport was over. My dad passed away about the same time as
Kennedy, so I had to divide my attention between family and department matters
for the next couple of days.
Since I was the communications supervisor
in charge of the dispatch office, I became involved with the tapes of all radio
communications of the Dallas Police Department that day, the same tapes which
were analyzed by the Warren Commission and later the House Select Committee on
Assassinations. There should be no controversy about the tapes. The tapes are
very simple and self explanatory if you accept them for what they’re worth.
Now, if you have a bit of imagination, you can use all kinds of dreams and
concoctions to try to fabricate anything you want with them. Very simply, the
tapes are recordings of the two radio channels operating at that time.
Regular police operations were maintained
on Channel 1. All personnel assigned to the Presidential motorcade, which
ultimately became involved in the assassination scenario, were on Channel 2.
It’s hard to say whether they operated
continuously or not. What we had in there was a sound activated recorder with a
delay so it would pick up and hold in the record mode for four seconds after the
sound or noise level dropped, and there were two recording systems, one each on
the two channel operations. On Channel 1 we used a two phase Dictaphone voice
recording. I stress voice recording because it was not a precision quality; it
was a stenographic type recording. You had a comparatively dull stylus making a
simple impression on a thin celluloid belt.
The Channel 2 activity was a little better
in its potential but not as good in reality because of its age. We had an old
Gray recorder; I think they called them Gray audiographs. Anyway, it was a thin
flat disk with the stylus cutting a groove in the disk much like in the typical
phonographic recording. But the machine was old and worn. It was prone quite
frequently to repeating itself, picking up transmissions and not letting them
go. There were times when it was repeating itself that it didn’t pick up
anything. In other words, it just didn’t work. So we have no way of knowing
what traffic would have been on Channel 2 had we had a more sophisticated, state
of the art, by today’s standards, recording capability.
One point that needs to be clarified which
some folks, qualified and unqualified, who have tried to pick up and run with
the assassination investigation, don’t seem to understand. They use the words
“voice activated” very generally and inaccurately. More correctly, it’s
not voice, it’s sound activated. Sound would turn it on if the decibel level
was sufficient. They were sound activated, not just voice activated.
At the time of the initial investigation
following the assassination, we impounded the tapes and held all records for
just that purpose, the ensuing investigation. When the FBI took the tapes and
tried to make audible sense out of them, they found that they couldn’t
comprehend the tape traffic because they couldn’t understand the speech style
used on the radio. The things that were said by the officers on the radio made
complete sense to the officers, but they didn’t make a bit of sense to the
transcribers. So an FBI agent brought the tapes back to the department, and the
chief gave them back to me and asked me to transcribe them for him; of course,
understanding that we didn’t have a lot of conspiracy theorists in our midst
at that that time. It was fairly obvious that Oswald had killed the President;
Oswald then killed Tippit; we captured Oswald, and then Ruby killed Oswald. By
the time we got a chance to run the tapes, it was just a matter of organizing
the information to support the empirical things that we had before us. So I
didn’t go into any effort; in fact, I couldn’t. We didn’t have the
scientific measuring devices then to put the tapes on the digital analysis
machine, nor did we have good recorders then. Today the voice can be analyzed by
voice measurements.
This is no reflection on the Dictaphone
people. In fact, they laughed when I told them what the Assassination
Subcommittee was trying to do with the Dictaphone belts. The head of the company
and their chief engineer said, “I wish we could take credit for being that
good. We’d love to run an advertisement, but I don’t think it would be
supportable.”
The general capability, for example, for
both those recording systems is what is generally referred to as being voice
quality, which is also generally applied to telephone level voice quality:
somewhere between 200–250 decibels [cps—KAR] on the low side to maybe
2400–2500 on the high side. This doesn’t mean that anything less than that
was automatically, at that point, eliminated and cancelled. The machine tried to
hear anything that presented itself via sound waves, but it was most
specifically designed to hear and translate those that came within the frequency
range it was designed to handle. It would try to respond to the other sound
sources, but it didn’t do so quite faithfully. The reason I draw that point is
that when you start making precise scientific measures of a machine that can’t
pick up more than about 2500 cycles recording supersonic frequency indication on
the belt itself, they had to be induced from outside; they couldn’t have been
produced by the system itself. This was especially true when you consider that
we used regular telephone company land lines to transmit radio traffic between
field units and radio transmitter tower, receiving tower, and the radio
transmitting office from downtown.
What we had was any sound coming from the
field came to the radio transmitter tower, then through telephone lines to the
dispatcher’s office to be received and to be transmitted, or monitored and
recorded by the dispatcher’s office. And all radio traffic from the dispatcher
went through the microphone over telephone lines to the tower and then by radio
out to the field units. So radio traffic was filtered several times in the
process. Both signals originating in and being dispatched to the dispatcher’s
office went through telephone company equipment, which again, it was incapable
of handling and was designed to filter out any conflicting frequencies below and
above the normal voice range. This was what the equipment was designed to
handle, and this is what the equipment did handle.
Not having any indication that we should
be looking for some mysterious, covert conspiracy indications and not having the
equipment to look for it if we did have suspicions, I just made a recording of
it with a nice reel to reel tape recorder which the FBI furnished to me and then
set about from the original tapes and the original Gray audiograph disks to
transcribe the tapes using the originals because, according to the law, that’s
the best evidence. The tapes were in as good a condition as you would expect
considering the fact that the FBI had tried to transcribe them using a single
stylus.
When playing back the original disk, which
had a dual control head on it which you just flipped to one side and it
recorded, and the other said was playback, if you put it on record, it recorded.
When you flipped it to playback, you set it back over and it would play back
what you’d recorded. The belt was different; you put the belt on a machine and
it used the same stylus. You had a little up, down and neutral position on it;
put it one way and you played back, the other way it recorded. I also made
backup tapes since it was obvious that there would be damage to the original
tapes during the process. They couldn’t take that kind of wear, after wear,
after wear and still be considered unaltered. Every use of them has the
potential, the probability, the inevitability of alteration.
The tapes themselves were in our custody
until we turned them over to the FBI, which would have been in late November or
early December, right after the assassination. I believe it was around March of
the next year that they returned them to us where they were placed in a safe,
probably in Chief George Lumpkin’s office. Eventually they came under the
custody of Paul McCaghren within the police department. I have no reason to
suspect that the FBI did anything with them because the conversation on the tape
is wholly consistent with what people who were actively present remembered from
that day. No one determined anything. But here you would have to impeach the
integrity of the FBI and their laboratory if you want to question whether or not
there was an alteration of the tapes. Remember, even the House Select Committee
and the National Academy of Sciences put in computer monitors on the belts and
on the tapes so that the consistency of the tapes used indicated no
interruption, alteration or changes. Both agreed as well as could be that the
tapes at the last instance are the same as the original tapes in the first
instance. No hanky panky!
Engineers say that anytime you induce some
change there’s liable to be some evidence of difference. There’ll be a
frequency change enough that even using similar equipment that there would be an
induction of however many cycles it runs on, that you’ll hear a certain amount
of interference, a certain noise on the line, and that that noise wasn’t
present. The noise that was present was there all throughout. The tape showed no
interruptions which would indicate no alteration.
This is what I believe happened to the
tapes whenever the House Select Committee felt it convenient to find these
supersonic impressions: sound impressions, which were sounds without making
sounds. They acknowledged that they found similar impressions throughout the
entire belt. Suddenly, when you get within that small parameter, which would be
the approximate place to try to look for something that would tend to support
shots being fired, they found no such. But they found a convenient array where
the approximate separation in time would be the equivalent to the order of the
three shots fired, and then they found some others and identified one of those
as the fourth shot. All other sound impressions that they found were discounted
as having any relevance. This is called selective evidence.
These impression points were all through
the tape. What I believe the House Select Committee was doing was trying to look
at them as line or transmission originated, which they were not; they were
systems originated. You raised and lowered the stylus to listen to it. You had
your earphones on, and you had to listen through a transmission with the stylus
set in playback, and you’d throw it to neutral, tap it back, put it back down
and listen, throw it back to neutral, tap it back. It might be necessary to try
ten or twelve times through one small segment to try to differentiate, say, two
different people who spoke approximately at the same time, or someone might have
said something over someone and you’d try to separate the two. You might go
back and forth any number of times, raising and lowering the stylus, and each
time you raise and lower it, you’d put a little peck mark on the disk. I
don’t know how those read on a computer and the House Select Committee
wouldn’t tell me. It might be that they would have no effect. But for some
reason, they didn’t want to explain to anyone’s satisfaction, scientific or
layman, how you can look on 100 percent of the belt and find similar injections
of a sound source, as they called it, and say that these four, because we need
them to be exactly there at that time and in exact order, are shots and all the
rest are nothing? Now, that’s fantastic! I had my findings ready for them but
they declined. They rebutted what they must. But you have to understand what
they wanted: a conspiracy. They wanted someone else to be shooting at the
President. It was important to them to have someone besides Oswald as the
assassin. So they had the difficult situation of absolutely removing Oswald from
a solo shooting situation and inserting someone else and being able to prove it
or at least open the elastic consideration: someone else must have been
shooting, too. To prove this, they needed some kind of scientific corroboration
that a second person at least fired at the President. Thus, you can suggest a
conspiracy.
In the end, when the House Select
Committee made its famous announcement on the afternoon of New Year’s Eve,
“Our clock has run out. Our committee is adjourned right on time,” they
didn’t determine anything: they concluded. Determination implies a bit
stronger qualification of evidence. I don’t use words casually if I can avoid
it. They didn’t determine anything other than what they decided to determine.
They concluded from the processes they chose to use certain conclusions which
were wholly inaccurate and unsupportable. As a dedicated career police officer,
the thing I am most concerned with is to always be honest and keep things clean.
I don’t know whether there was a conspiracy, but as a peace officer I would be
a corrupt officer to try to let my personal beliefs inject something as supposed
evidence for or against conspiracy because it would compromise any later
development. Take for example this mockery of evidence that says a fourth shot
was fired from behind the fence on the grassy knoll. The House Select Committee
was a very expensive federally funded investigation. If some evidence
subsequently turned up that a person was identified as an assassin, and that
person did, in fact, fire at President Kennedy but not from the grassy knoll;
they instead fired from some other location significantly apart, then they have
a multi-million dollar defense built in because the government, through this
federally funded investigation, has stated that the only other shot came fro the
grassy knoll. There was no other shot fired from here, or there, or somewhere
else. Absolutely not! So what they’ve done is to let conjured evidence
adulterate the purity of an ongoing investigation. It’s a murder and will
never be closed statutorially. It’s open forever!
I don’t know why some people have
claimed that the tapes have been altered or how these stories have appeared. Why
does anybody ever tell a story different from the truth? Is it a mistake? Is it
a belief they have and just don’t know? Is it ignorance on their part of
reality, or are they just liars?
I haven’t had the tapes back since 1964,
but I’ve seen the tapes since then because the subsequent investigation
questioned whether the tapes were in the right continuity or whether somebody
might have made substitute tapes and stuck them in. A visual survey of the tapes
indicated that they were wholly consistent with what should be there. I even
took them to the retired telephone clerk who had signed on the belt, and she
confirmed that that was, in fact, her signature and that the belts appeared to
be the legitimate originals. That’s the only time I’ve seen the belts since
then.
I’ve got a first generation reel to reel
of the original tapes after the FBI tapes were made. They are only as clean as
they could be after they were recorded and handled by the FBI and then handled
for two recordings by myself. Now, from those reel to reel tapes, I have made
cassette tapes with a filter and without a filer, and if evidence exists on any
true recording, it would be on those tapes. If somebody has a tape that has
something that’s not on those tapes, they’re going to have to explain why
it’s there. I can’t.
Because of my familiarization with the
transcripts of the tapes and because the House Select Committee was leaning so
hard on the radio tapes to try to make their case, and since I knew that the
tapes could not make their case; in fact, truth was to the contrary, I was
assigned to work with them. But instead of working with them, they opted to take
Officer McLain to Washington and gave him only minimal information and asked him
very carefully couched questions—“Is it possible? Could it be? Is there a
chance that?”—and never gave him anything to the alternative.
McLain assumed, since they were government
lawyers working for the flag, motherhood, and Chevrolet coupes that they
wouldn’t lie to you. McLain had no idea, in his naïve innocence, that they
were trying to concoct a tale and that he was a vital validator to their chain.
He was their missing link.
The day McLain returned I called Chief
Warren and told him that I needed McLain and any person McLain felt comfortable
with, and to send them to me. So Chief Warren got in touch with McLain, and he
brought Lieutenant Sword over with him. He had no idea what it was about. By
this time, Jerry Cohen, of the Los Angeles Times, coincidentally came in
to my office, joining several other newspeople who were there. I said, “No,
you can’t talk to him yet. Mac, I want you and Lieutenant Sword to go into
that office. Here’s a recorder and here are some tapes. Don’t phone anybody,
and don’t let anybody talk to you. Sit down in there and listen to these tapes
all the way through. Don’t say anything till you’re completely through.”
They were in my office for about four
hours listening to the tapes. When they were finished and opened the door and
came out, McLain looked at me and said, “J. C., ain’t no way in the world
that was my radio stuck open!”
I said, “How do you figure that, Mac?”
He replied, “Well, after listening to all this traffic on Channel 2 tapes, it
just comes back like it was yesterday. I remember all that conversation.”
I asked, “Well, is there any reason why
you didn’t relate to that as fact in Washington?”
“They didn’t let me hear those tapes!
They just gave me what they wanted me to hear. They let me listen to a little of
this and a little of that, and they would ask me if this was possible. I
didn’t know whether it was or it wasn’t! I’d have to admit the truth is,
it might be; I don’t remember. So that’s what they told me to answer.”
As a result of that type of an absolute
180 degree back away, Jerry said, “I think what you need to do is take the
information you have and write it down. We’re this many years down the pike
and twenty or twenty-five years from now there’s still going to be inquiries
about this, but your memory and everybody’s recollections are gong to be slim
as the years go by, and frankly, when you people die off there’ll be no track
record if you don’t create one.” So he said, “I really urge you to take
what information you gather, organize it into manuscript format, and then
we’ll have one.” So I did and entitled it The Kennedy Assassination
Tapes: A Rebuttal to the Acoustical Evidence. And I’m glad I did because
we subsequently passed it on to the National Academy of Sciences through the
FBI, and they were able to reach the only conclusion that should have been there
in the beginning.
Something a lot of people really got their
lather up about was whether something was or wasn’t at a certain time. Some
people tried to use stop watches to time that belt to say something happened
after a certain minute, second, or fraction of a second. That is nonsense, utter
nonsense!
My office in communications was off to the
side and then there was a larger office which was the telephone room,. The
conveyor belt went through behind two rows of desks. Behind a glassed partition
there were two dispatchers, Channel 1 and Channel 2, and then behind them was
the radio equipment.
The dispatcher had two types of clocks; he
had a time stamp clock that didn’t show seconds, just minutes, and he had a
digital clock in front of him which had the numerical hour and minutes. That was
the usual clock for general sight and time statements. At the same time, the
same dispatcher might use the digital clock. There was no way in the world that
some six clocks in the telephone room and the two clocks in the dispatching room
were synchronized. They could be as much as a minute or two apart. Usually we
didn’t change them until they became at least two minutes or more out of
synchronization of each other. There was one clock in the office that had a
generally reliable time. It was on the back wall of the telephone room. The only
trouble was that it was way back in the corner which you could hardly see, and
nobody ever looked at it. It was just there. They’d use it only when they
wanted to check its time versus the other time.
An officer, depending on the individual
circumstance at an individual time, might use either the digital clock in front
of him, or he might use the time stamp on the other clock. Using a headset,
let’s say the dispatcher turns away to do something and in the process sees
the digital clock and says, “224, a disturbance at such and such
location—2:13.” He used the digital 2:13. By now the time stamp clock might
be reading 2:15.
He puts it in the slot, turns around, and
now 125 says, “I’m clear.”
The dispatcher says, “125 clear,” and
he looks at the time stamp—2:15, “2:15 KKB364.” Now it would look like to
all the righteous world that 125 cleared two minutes after the radio operator
dispatched the call at 2:13, but he didn’t. It was almost in one breath. So,
under no circumstance could you put any stock in the real world time or any
continuity on time references by the belt because there were no time references
on the belt; they were only spoken times, and those spoken times had no faithful
validity.
More specifically, at the time of the
assassination, when Gerald Henslee, who was operating Channel 2, said, “12:30
KKB364 Police Department, Dallas,” it really wasn’t 12:30 by all that I can
reconstruct by all other parallels. I used several indices to try to correlate
that. There were certain places you could tend to lock Channel 1 and Channel 2
together such as things that transpired where there’s cross talk between the
channels or where they used a simultaneous broadcast and went on both channels.
I made a big, long sheet of paper where Channel 1 was on one side and Channel 2
on the other and slid these papers back and forth to try to line up conversation
in a reasonably faithful lineup. A good close proximity is the best I could
do—no one can do better.
One of the things in the rebuttal I wrote
was to construct the validity: a conclusion that would self sustain rather than
reach a conclusion, and then trying to construct myself into that as my way of
proof. And a lot of this happened to fall into place only after all the people
who were participants provided information, and then to lay those over and see
how well they fitted. So, for a period of three or four months after that, I
located a lot of these officers, some after they had retired, to interview them.
I included in the manuscript the report of one officer who had gone home that
day and wrote down what had happened while the events were still fresh in his
mind.
Jim Chaney was the officer who was
immediately next to the President, but for some reason didn’t get interviewed
by many people. Chaney was a good friend of mine. I helped his sister through
physics in high school and, periodically, when Jim was assigned motorcycle duty
out in the northeast corner of town, when he had finished what he was doing,
he’d stop by my house and sit there in the kitchen at the breakfast table,
drink some coffee and talk. Jim wasn’t given to a lot of talk. But by sitting
down friendly and quietly, he had some things he wanted to talk about, and I
provided him a good listening ear and learned as much about the immediate
assassination of President Kennedy from Jim as I did from anybody. This was long
before anybody started to talk about a fourth shot or whether or not the head
shot was a front or rear shot.
There’s so much proof that there was a
rear shot that I really find it hard to even listen with any degree of good
manners to people who talk to the contrary. It’s such an absurdity! If the
shot, for example, came down from the grassy knoll into the President’s
limousine and hit him in the head from the front, how did it get turned around
so that it went up in the air because it sure as heck didn’t hit the back of
the car anywhere? And if the car is going forward and the bullet hit traveling
toward the rear, why didn’t the brain matter fly to the rear of the President
instead of forward? The brain matter was hit by the final shot which hit in the
back of the head and came out the front as evidenced by the spray forward in the
Zapruder film.
Also, the limousine was not driven at a
constant speed. This is another one of the things that was an inherent error in
the House Select Committee’s scientific analysis. They calculated that the
motorcade ran at an average speed of about 11 M.P.H. I can show places in the
Zapruder film where it went faster or slower. It did not travel at 11 M.P.H. at
a constant rate. You can’t make averages serve you like a master. It’s a
point of reference. In this type of situation, you had to deal with each
occurrence as a matter of fact at the time it occurred. There were times the
limousine almost stopped. When Mrs. Kennedy started out the back and the agent
jumped on the back to put her back in and covered them up, it almost stopped.
From what I gather, part of the motorcade
stopped briefly before it entered the Stemmons Freeway, although the limousine
itself did not. Apparently the lead car driven by Chief Curry and two motorcycle
riders, Ellis and Chaney, for a very brief period had a meeting of the minds
ahead of the limousine after the shots. This was where Chaney told Curry and
Ellis that the President had been hit just prior to their entering the Stemmons
Freeway ramp where Sergeant Bellah was waiting for the signal to stop the north
bound Stemmons traffic.
Another direct rebuttal to the House
Select Committee’s observations, not their findings, concerned the microphone
which was stuck in the open position on Channel 1 at approximately 12:28. They
wanted to have, running at 11 M.P.H., McLain coming down Houston Street, make a
left turn and reverse back, and be so many feet down Elm Street. They took great
pride in their revelation until they realized that one of the errors they had
was the fact that the motorcycle had a windscreen that filtered the noise from
the microphone, and it didn’t square with where he had to be when he turned
the corner until suddenly they remembered, “Well, the motorcycle turned this
way, the screen is here. His mike didn’t go through the screen.” So
beautifully scientific and so utterly absurd! It just didn’t happen that way!
What had happened was that the crowd
encroached on the President at the corner of Houston and Elm. This was the last
place where there was a large crowd, and it’s also a sharp reverse left turn
onto Elm. Making the turn at Elm, the motorcade almost halted, to the point that
the next car behind where McLain and Baker were, had to stop for a second. By
the time the President got around the corner and the motorcade started to move
again, McLain heard what was presumably the first shot because he noticed
pigeons jump up from the Texas School Book Depository. Then, in looking around,
he was not consciously aware of hearing, in his recollection, any other shots.
But he was attracted to his left where there’s an opening in the backdrop to
the little pond there in Dealey Plaza. Through the opening in the wall behind
the pond, he saw the agent running up behind the limousine. As the limousine
almost stopped, the agent jumped on, and he saw Mrs. Kennedy trying to get out
and being pushed back in, then the limousine took off. Moments thereafter,
almost simultaneously, he heard Chief Curry say, “Go to the hospital! Go to
the hospital! Code 3!” At which time, McLain accelerated, turned on his red
lights, turned the corner, and started trying to catch up to the motorcade. When
he pulled around the corner, he saw Hargis’s motorcycle down and thought
something had happened to him. But he noticed at the same time that Hargis was
getting to his feet and was trying to run up the hill. Meanwhile, Hargis had
heard the chief say, “Get somebody up on the hill!” He didn’t know what it
was, but he tried. Curry later said, “No, I didn’t see anything up there. I
just didn’t know. It was just a spontaneous reaction.”
At a certain point on the tapes, just
after the shots were fired, the President’s hit, and the motorcade’s on the
way to Parkland, the open microphone picks up three distinct and one straggler
sound of sirens passing the open microphone. The reason I say sirens passing the
open microphone is because, in acoustics, there is the Law of the Doppler
Effect. Simply stated, this is when a recording source and a sound source pass a
certain point the sound blanks itself out and cancels and then picks up again.
It’s not a continuum. There is a stop. The microphone had the ability,
generally, to pick up sound at a distance of about 300 feet maximum. That
didn’t mean that anything 301 feet away could not be picked up and anything
299 feet away would be recorded, but it was just the outer range limits. With
that, there must be considered the loudness, the quality of the sound, the
atmospheric conditions, and the condition of the microphone itself. But we’re
talking about an optimum thing. A siren is a high pitch, high frequency, sound
certainly in excess of the normal 2,400 peak range of the voice grade recording.
Projecting by speed, the ability of the
motorcade to travel certain segments because of the physical layout, the turns,
the ability to get on and off the freeway; and depending on the recollections of
the motorcycle operators themselves as to how fast they were riding at given
points, indicates a continuum projected long away. It would take them from where
they started to where they were at a certain point after the shooting. At the
same time these officers would be making the turn off of the service road at
Stemmons onto Industrial Boulevard, it’s exactly the same time that the sound
on the tapes record the sirens.
There is a distinct recollection by the
motorcycle officers that the motorcade came by in three separate groups. There
was a front group, middle group, and tail group. In addition, one special agent
who got off to a late start had an old siren on his car and came through after
all the rest as a straggler. At the same time, when you position where the open
microphone was by previously determined acoustical information, this is where
the guy who had the open microphone parked his motorcycle. To check this out, if
you place two points on a map representing Industrial Boulevard in front of the
Trade Mart and figure the distance between the two at being a couple hundred
feet around the corner, this is where they would have picked up their speed
after they’d made their slow down off the service road from Stemmons and turn
onto Industrial. There was a crowd there at the Trade Mart, and this crowd was
curious because they thought the President was coming to speak. They didn’t
know that he was going to Parkland.
Most of the motorcycles didn’t have
electric sirens; they had foot operated sirens, and you had to have a certain
amount of speed before they would operate. Navigating the turn onto Industrial
would not allow the sirens to work because of the deceleration, but once on
Industrial, the 200 feet gave them the opportunity to speed up again and operate
the sirens which were picked up at the point of the earliest capability of the
open radio microphone from a distance of 282-½ feet. Once the 282-½ feet had
been traversed to a point at a 90 degree angle with the open microphone,
that’s where the Doppler Effect occurred. The siren’s blank! When the tape
is run to the point where another 282-½ feet elapse, then the first range of
sirens quit because they are out of range of the open microphone. The second
group of motorcycles, the same thing: the sound was picked up and lost where it
should have been. It Dopplered where it should and dropped off where it should.
The same with the third group.
I didn’t write the law on the Doppler
Effect: I didn’t park the motorcycle there; I didn’t sound the siren. I’m
only reporting on what happened. The motorcade turned onto Industrial, and in
200 feet, accelerated to 50–55 M.P.H. Fifty-five M.P.H. travels 80.66 feet per
second. The siren sounds passed in seven second intervals. The source travelling
at 80.66 feet per second for seven seconds will travel 565 feet. That’s 282-½
feet in an approach segment and 282-½ in a departure segment. The middle of
that mark is exactly parallel to the motorcycle with the open microphone,
exactly where the Doppler would occur.
This particular motorcycle had a defective
transmitter which had stuck open intermittently several times during that
morning on Channel 1. At the particular time of relevance, though, at 12:28,
approximately three minutes prior to the assassination, there was another block
of transmission.
During that period beginning at 12:28, we
have the dispatcher talk to 83, check him out; 56 asked for traffic checkout on
a ’56 Chevrolet, didn’t see the license; 75 said he was in service, and the
dispatcher acknowledged that. Then, in the microphone at the same time, he said,
“75 clear, 12:28,” then the microphone stuck open for 17-½ seconds. At that
time, it was transmitting the sounds of a running motorcycle, not sitting still
and idling.
Then the dispatcher answered 38 when he
came on the air, “Might tell some of those people out here at Market Hall that
there’s people walking across southbound Stemmons here in front of the
Marriott Hotel and all the way down south.” As soon as he finished that, the
microphone stuck open and continued open again.
During the conversation, the dispatcher
said, “10-4, 38. Are you still en route to court?”
And 38 acknowledged “10-4” into the
microphone. They’re able to talk over the microphone stuck open because the
signal was strong enough and clear enough to come in. So, sometimes you could
hear transmissions and sometimes you couldn’t. In this case, 38 overloaded the
open transmitter. When he says “10-4,” the microphone continued to stay on
for five minutes and the motorcycle’s engine is running.
Then someone came on and said, “Market
office.”
And somebody else said, “All right.”
Just after that, at about 12:30:55 is when the first shot was fired. The
motorcycle engine at about 12:31 then slowed down its idling noise. Apparently
he had gotten to where he was going and was running much slower. Then, at
12:31:03, just about three seconds after slowing down, the third shot was fired.
Someone else came on the air about
12:31:02 on Channel 2 and said “I’ll check it.” That was a bleed over from
Channel 2.
The same thing happened at 12:28 when on
Channel 2, 125 said, “I’m at the Trade Mart now. I’ll head back out that
way.” And 4 responded, “Naw, that’s all right. I’ll check it.” At that
instant is when we have the same “I’ll check it” being said on Channel 1.
The reason this happened, very likely, was this motorcycle slowed down and
pulled up close to where a P.A. speaker was tuned to Channel 2, and the operator
had flipped on the outside speakers so the officers could stand by the
motorcycle and hear it. This occurred just as the “I’ll check it” comment
was made. This bleed is what is called crosstalk which put Channel 1 and Channel
2 within a second of each other. Anytime you can bring them within fifteen to
thirty seconds, that’s pretty darn good. In this case, it is within one
second.
At 12:31:12, 91 said, “Check wanted on
P-Pecos.” Following that was the single tone of a bell. This has caused a
great deal of confusion for which I have a simple explanation which I can’t
prove. A group known as the Young Democrats or the Sons of Liberty, or something
like that, was out at the Trade Mart, and they had a replica of the Liberty Bell
on a trailer. My best guess is that since it was in close proximity to where the
microphone was stuck open on the parked motorcycle, maybe somebody just walked
by and went “Bong!” There is no other explanation that I know of to explain
a bell. However, it could be an electrical sound caused within the electronics
of the system.
The most telling rebuttal to the House
Select Committee’s conclusions that McLain’s microphone picked up the shots
in Dealey Plaza is that the stuck open microphone was on a three-wheel
motorcycle, not the two-wheel solo motorcycle which McLain was riding. It’s
easy to tell from the tapes because of the difference in the engine sounds.
On a three-wheeler, the radio is beside
the back part of the operator’s right knee near the engine. Any change in
engine speed can be heard. Besides that, you can put a strobe cycle on that and
measure the throbbing beat. The small flat-head, three-wheel motorcycle engine
doesn’t run the same way; they are not nearly as sophisticated, nor do they
have the muffler capability that the over-head 74’s had on the Harley
two-wheel motorcycle. In addition, on a two-wheeler, the motorcycle radio sits
up higher with a crossbar and gas tank arrangement, and the engine is down lower
between the officer’s legs. You could sit there with this motorcycle mike open
and it would not pick up near the same engine definition. Besides that, when it
runs, you would hear a different sound between the two. The engines sounded
nothing alike. Thus, it was obvious that the so-called shots in Dealey Plaza
were actually recorded at the Trade Mart on the three-wheeler, which meant,
absolutely, there were no shots picked up by McLain’s motorcycle radio. In
fact, we even know whose motorcycle it was! The House Select Committee was aware
of this, but that information didn’t fit their scenario of a conspiracy, which
was what they were trying to prove. Remember, if it doesn’t fit to your
satisfaction, discount it, explain it away, and maybe nobody will be smart
enough to catch it.
Another thing the House Select Committee
didn’t want to explain was whether the existing communications’ network that
we had back then would record such an audible sound as a shot. Over the years I
have heard several shots broadcast over the police radio during the course of
our business. These were easily identified as shots. When the House Select
Committee came back down here in August of whatever year it was, they blocked
off the street one weekend and ran those trials, including shooting a gun from
behind the stockade fence. Guess what the recording sounded like? BANG!…
BANG!… BANG! You heard gunshots! Now, we heard gunshots in years before the
assassination, and we heard gunshots in years after the assassination, but for
some strange quirk of fate, the shots fired during the assassination were
inaudible sound impressions. The quality of the sounds of the microphone would
not change whether it was stuck open or if it were turned on deliberately.
If you were talking to someone on the
phone and someone fired a shot on the other end of the line, would you hear a
shot? Of course, though, you might not recognize it as a shot because there is
an adulteration of the sound. Unless you were expecting the shot, you might not
perceive it to be a shot, but there would be the distinct BANG. But again, the
House Select Committee found only sound impressions.
Other allowances were not made by the
House Select Committee which further made the tests invalid. The firing tests
were made in August on a clear, dry, hot day. In November it was a cool, moist,
windy day. It’d been raining and the air was fairly heavy, and it was fairly
cool. That makes a difference. There was an additional fifteen years of foliage
on the trees; there were modifications to the buildings; signs and posts had
been moved or removed. For example, the Stemmons sign that the President passed
near the grassy knoll is gone. According to their logic, if there were ten
objects sticking up from the ground and they found an echo that didn’t connect
with anything, “Well, maybe someone was standing there at the time.” Maybe,
maybe, maybe! Again, if it doesn’t fit, ignore it!
Let me put it this way: They tried to
construct the validity by saying that they ran those tests that August and
proved a perfect match on their scenario from a gunshot at the President from
the grassy knoll behind the stockade fence; that it was, in fact, the third
shot, and from the School Book Depository were shots one, two, and four. No one,
again, even mentioned where the bullet went if you fired down into the car from
the front, but they made a sport as to how the so-called “magic bullet”
changed directions when it hit the President as it went through his neck. How
did it change directions and then change directions again to hit Connally?
Equally fantastic would be this bullet which flew down and hit the President,
then maybe had wings and ZOOM! They also didn’t explain why, when the
President was hit, the residue matter went forward, the same way the bullet
would carry it. It reminds me of those Dick Tracy cartoons when I was a kid
where they’d show the impact and they’d show these little marks away from
it. Maybe the House Select Committee thought that Dick Tracy was an authority on
ballistics: that if a bullet hits you the residue bounces back at you. It
doesn’t! It goes the way the impact carries it. There was also a jerk in the
President after he was hit. If you talk to true ballistics’ experts, not
mystery buffs, the jerk is not inconsistent with ballistics.
They also wondered why the hole through
the President’s coat was lower on his coat. It’s hard to keep your shirt
tail in, and it’s hard to keep your coat down when you sit for a period of
time. They tend to creep and crawl. If you’re waving, and waving, and waving
as was the President, that hard back brace that he was wearing also tends to
encourage the coat to creep up. I know from personal experience that every so
often in a parade you have to pull your coat back down. I don’t know if, or
when, he pulled his coat down, but suppose that his coat had hiked up about four
inches in this last bit of maneuvering before the shots, and it happened at a
time when he had not pulled down his coat; then his coat would be bunched up to
about his shoulders. If his coat was hiked up about four inches, and the bullet
goes through, when you lay the coat out over the body, the holes don’t align
properly. The hole in the body is in one place and the hole in the coat in
another. Does that mean that someone has messed with it? No! The law of physics
messed with it. The man was waving and his coat hiked up in the rear. Why try to
find spooks and mystery when simple reality can occur?
But naturally, you have these mystics who
say that obviously he had been shot at a lower spot, and obviously, since the
hole was supposed to have been somewhere else, someone must have doctored the
evidence. Some people even feel that the President’s body was detoured on the
way to Washington and somewhere, someone made changes in the wounds. With what
Jackie Kennedy had been through, is one expected to believe that she would sit
still for that? I hardly think so! She just didn’t show that kind of a lack of
moxie. I think she would have gone absolutely bananas and had a fire fight if
somebody had tried to mess with her or the late president.
In addition, there were twenty people who
were present, and there were obvious suspicions and emotions present. Remember,
the relationship between the Vice-President and the President was somewhat
strained. I don’t think that was a secret. I won’t attribute hostility at a
measured level because that’s not my business. But we do know that there was
not the greatest accord between the two. There was the emotional connection as
to when Kennedy ceased being the President and when Johnson suddenly became the
President. Obviously it was technically when the President was pronounced dead
at Parkland; ceremonially it was when Judge Hughes swore him in. But in the
emotional mind, President Jack Kennedy left Washington, and until they could get
out of this mess and back to Washington, till they could ceremonially,
appropriately, and with dignity dispose of that which was Jack Kennedy, he was
still, by honor, the President. And Johnson, well, who knows? So there was this
turmoil. With that scenario in the plane, does it seem logical that the plane
was detoured somewhere? Check the flight log. Does it seem logical that
something like that could have happened and everybody involved could have kept
quiet for all those years? No chance!
Let’s look at the assassination from
this perspective, and it’s a very simple thing. Here’s this poor bedeviled
individual, Lee Oswald, who gets up in the morning without wakening his wife and
leaves almost all his money in a dish along with his wedding band. He then gets
his curtain rods, somebody else must have gotten his gun, and takes this package
to work. The paper’s found where he took it, or where somebody took it; the
grease on the gun and on the paper were the same. No one knew where the curtain
rods went; they never turned up, but the gun did: the same gun that Oswald had
purchased. But this poor bedeviled little individual, after having probably
carried the rifle in this paper up to the sixth floor, didn’t shoot the
President. Instead, he goes downstairs just after the shooting, drinks a
Coca-Cola in front of his boss and Officer Baker. Poor as a church mouse, he
saunters out the front door, goes down the street, gets on a bus, then realizes
that it’s not going anywhere. Poor as a church mouse as he jumps out of the
bus, runs over to the Greyhound Bus Station, gets in a taxi cab, then tells the
driver to take him to a corner address near his house. He goes by his house for
some reason. Maybe he just loves mysterious behavior. He then pays the cab
driver, walks back to his house, runs in, changes his jacket and shirt, picks up
his pistol, sticks it in his belt and runs down the street to the Texas Theater
to watch a double-feature movie that he can’t afford to go to because he
sneaked in. Now, is that congruent behavior? That’s consistent with what?
Doesn’t everybody do that all the time? When in his past had Oswald been a
movie fan? He hadn’t. But now, with the crime of the century happening in his
presence, the most natural thing to do is go to a movie!
It was a diversion. The man went home not
knowing what to expect. He bypassed his house, knowing that he got away from
Baker but not knowing how long he could continue to get away. Rather than be
caught by the police and held, then be identified and paraffin tested and made
with his gun, he did what any person would have done given the chance: he ducked
out. Getting on the bus was his natural behavior because that’s how he had
normally traveled. Realizing the bus wasn’t going anywhere, he had to take the
expense of the cab. He then bypassed his house to be sure that he hadn’t been
rapped. Seeing that he wasn’t, he ran back to the house, got his pistol,
changed his top clothing and started out. In all likelihood, Officer Tippit saw
his furtive movements, and being a good officer, was attracted. When he saw
Tippit, and Tippit saw him, that electric moment happened, that “click.” You
can’t put it in a bottle and sell it, but if you’re a real police officer,
or if you’re a real suspect, you’ll know it and you’ll feel it. You’ll
feel the officer’s eyes riveted on you; you’ll feel the suspect’s eyes
riveted on you. So he turns around and plays a little cat and mouse.
Anyway, Oswald had been walking along at a
fast pace. Others tried to measure the distance and said that you just
couldn’t walk it that fast. You can when you’re in a hurry! When the
Devil’s behind you, it’s not that hard to do. He’s on his way, remember,
to the picture show. He gets as far as Tenth and Patton. Before then, Tippit
came on the radio with a very unobtrusive, “78.” The dispatcher was too busy
to answer the low profile interrogatory. If he had said, “78!!!,” the
dispatcher would have probably answered and Tippit would have asked, “Do you
have a description on that suspect at the School Book Depository?” Wouldn’t
it have been wonderful? But Tippit, being a kind of low profile, easy-going,
hard to stir up sort of guy just said, “78.” He probably figured the
dispatcher was too busy for him. So he pulled up and said, “Fella”; Oswald
walked over to the door and looked in. Tippit might have said, “Like to talk
to you for a minute.” Some words were exchanged which was corroborated by a
cab driver nearby. Tippit opened the door and started out around to the front of
the car. Oswald, in response, walked around toward the front and BAM! BAM! BAM!
BAM! He walked off saying, “That damn cop” or “That dumb cop” according
to the cab driver.
Oswald then stopped in the yard, spitting
distance from the cabbie, dumped his dead brass, reloaded his gun, put it back
in his belt, and started walking south on Patton Street. Eyewitness Callaway
said, “Hey, what’s going on down there?” Suddenly Oswald made a turn.
Then, realizing that he’d probably been made with that khaki jacket on, he
peeled it off behind a business while going west on Jefferson. Then he was
eyeballed slipping into the Texas Theater. Others say that Oswald was in the
Texas Theater when Tippit was shot. Too many eyewitnesses put him slipping in.
The cashier knows she didn’t sell him a ticket. The shoe salesman saw him
slipping in, found him in the theater, and watched him till the police got
there. There are too many physical facts that square. Why in the name of all
that is holy would Oswald have suddenly decided to do those funny things like
run home and get a pistol, change clothes, and go to a movie? The man’s too
poor to ride in a cab unless he’s trying to get away from the Devil. The
man’s too poor to jump off his job, run home, pick up a pistol and go to the
picture show. What kind of a psycho would do that sort of thing? My little
grandson might want to take his cap pistol with him if he was going to see a
cowboy movie, but reasonable people don’t take real pistols to movies.
Some have said that it couldn’t have
been Oswald who shot Tippit because there was a slight discrepancy in the
physical description. Anytime you take five, ten, or twenty people and let them
see somebody then ask them to describe what they saw, there will be notable
discrepancies.
The Rand Corporation recently conducted a
survey which stated that there is about an 89 percent error margin on
eyewitnesses, Now, this does not mean all of a sudden that as a potential juror
you should discount anything and everything to the 89 percent factor that a
witness testifies to, but it does reveal that obviously there is a reasonable
potential for error in what an eyewitness might say. You’ve got to consider
the accuracy of observation. For example, weight is hard to understand. You
don’t say, “How much did he weigh?”
The reply, “He must have weighed 200
pounds.”
“How much to you think I weigh?”
“You weigh about 180.”
“Well, I weigh 220, so apparently this
person weighs closer to 240,” because you have a skew. Or you could ask,
“How tall was this person?”
“He was well over six feet tall.”
“How tall are you?”
“About 5’8”.”
“Well, then, this guy must have been
6’6” because I’m six feet.”
You don’t generally do this. But the
other part of this was that Oswald couldn’t have done it because Oswald
wasn’t there; he was at the theater. Malarkey! Oswald was there. But, they
might say, this waitress, Helen Markham, said exactly this. The waitress
obviously lied. But did she lie deceitfully, or did she inadvertently? The funny
thing is she was standing there, after holding a man in her lap, trying to
understand what he had been saying, after he had taken four shots, and she
hasn’t got a drop of blood in her lap. Now, something has missed the target.
In her mind, even today, she might think that she talked to the man, but all the
pathologists will tell you that Tippit was dead before he hit the ground, which
is why there was so little blood. The blood seepage that was there was
gravitational flow before coagulation. His vital functions had ceased. Gravity
bleeding was all that was left. Those are physical facts, and when you take the
facts and take the conversation; where the conversation is inconsistent with the
facts, you’ve got to go with the facts.
Take, for example, the ballistics. The
Smith and Wesson pistol that Oswald used was not a standard generic American
made Smith and Wesson .38 caliber pistol, so there was no pure ballistics
capability because of that unique feature. It was specially made for the British
with a resleeved barrel to handle British ammunition, and there weren’t too
many made. It isn’t impossible, but what is the likelihood of a person of an
approximately similar description within such a close distance and exact time
frame having not only the same type Smith and Wesson pistol, but also the same
mismatched mess of ammunition both in the pistol and in their pockets? There
were two different kinds of cartridges in Oswald’s pocket and in the gun.
Ballistics of the hammer fall was approximately identical on both, but because
of the looseness of the cartridge in the case, the tests were not the best. They
were certain beyond a reasonable doubt that it was the same. Also the ballistics
of the bullets fired through the death gun and the bullet fired in tests from
the gun taken off Oswald had the same exact similarities, but you couldn’t put
them on a perfect match because the bullets didn’t fit the land and grooves.
People stop by the office or call quite
frequently to discuss these issues. We’ve had some funny ones, too. One
morning my phone rang at home somewhere between 1:00 and 4:00 A.M., and I
answered rather sleepily. It was a talk show from Australia, live! I asked,
“Do you realize what time it is?”
He responded, “Well, it’s 11:00 A.M.
‘fore noon in Brisbane!”
I said, “Well, it sure isn’t 11:00
A.M. in Dallas!” But he was a congenial fellow, and we went ahead and talked
about it.
On another occasion a lady from the New
York Democrat Women’s Club called several months after the assassination and
asked, “Could I speak with someone who could discuss the assassination with
me?”
So I said, “Well, depending on what
you’d like to know, I’d be glad to try to answer your questions.”
“Are you permitted to speak about it?”
I said, “Certainly. We don’t have
censorship.” So she started asking a lot of questions, much of which came from
the Eastern press coverage which was rather tainted, slanted, heated, and
emotional. I’m not faulting them because they had their jobs to do. They had a
constituency to serve, editors to please, and reputations to live up to, though
I think they, at times, were carried away with events. She asked some rather
pointed questions without any effort to interfere with the answers.
Eventually she said, “This isn’t
consistent with what we’ve been told. Why haven’t you people told us
this?”
I asked her, “Why hasn’t someone
asked? We don’t own a newspaper up in New York. Anyone who cares to know our
side of it, we’re glad to discuss it with them.”
Certainly I’m concerned about how we are
perceived; as to how we performed our jobs on the weekend of the assassination,
and I think, in general, those people of significance and relevance have treated
the Dallas Police Department fairly. As for those weirdos who don’t know from
which side of the pot to pour the coffee, I don’t concern myself with their
evaluations.
James Bowles retired from the Dallas Police Department in 1981 and assumed the role of administrative chief deputy for the sheriff’s department. He has been the sheriff of Dallas County since 1984.
[1] The title “chief” is an umbrella term used by Dallas policemen for assistant chiefs as well as the chief of police.