Detective Leavelle Knew Why Jack Ruby Killed Lee Harvey Oswald Because Ruby Told Him

Detective Leavelle Knew Why Jack Ruby Killed Lee Harvey Oswald Because Ruby Told Him

Jim Leavelle survived Pearl Harbor, testified in the “Trial of the Century,” retired a legendary detective, and attained the age of 99. While researching “The Assassin’s Assassin,” the tall man in the light suit wearing the Stetson hat in Bob Jackson’s famous, Pulitzer Prize-winning photograph told me all about his experience with Jack Ruby, the man who killed Lee Harvey Oswald. Today, in his honor, I’ll share that with you.

Top Row: Brandon Birmingham, Walton Bondies, Phil Burleson, Jr., Margaret Bowie Hirschman, John Mark Dempsey, Gina Causey Hibbs, Toby Shook, Kim Wade.
Bottom Row: Alicia Alexander, Bob Huffaker, Jim Leavelle, Waymon Rose, David Rose.

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Victory Demands Unity

Victory Demands Unity

Sport unifies powerfully. Hustle and effort are admired and revered. Cheating is abhorred. The rules apply the same to everyone. We don’t care where our teammates came from, what they believe, or what they stand for because we stand together. Jerseys make skin color invisible. We stand united against attack. We cheer. We applaud. We pick up the fallen. We encourage the mistaken. We all feel the sting of defeat.
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50 Years Ago Today, Tex Watson’s Killing Spree Began

50 Years Ago Today, Tex Watson’s Killing Spree Began

He was tall, handsome, and raised in a religious house. As a youth he worked in his father’s grocery store. He was a star athlete at Farmersville high school in Denton, a Texas state record holder in the hurdles. He pledged Pi Kappa Alpha at UNT. And if he hadn’t hitchhiked down Sunset Blvd. in the summer of 1968, he might never have met Charlie Manson. His name is Charles “Tex” Watson, and 50 years ago today, he began a mission of murder called “Helter Skelter.”

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The Potential Charge and Punishment in El Paso

August 3rd began like most Saturdays do for me. I slept in a little, planned the day with my wife over coffee, and readied myself for some soon-to-be-played pickup basketball with a prayer not to get injured and a preemptive Advil. First, though, I had to get the groceries for the week. I made it to my local Wal-Mart at about 10:30. Saturday errands like that are woven into the fabric of our lives. I don’t know the exact number of folks who did the same as me, but I bet it was just about everyone we know.

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