It was fall 1955 and I was beginning my senior year at Warren Easton Sen. High School in New Orleans. A new movie was to play at the huge Saenger Theater on Canal and North Basin Sts. I would be double dating with Tex Sanders, a tall, friendly guy, and someone with whom I bowled now and then. My date was someone I'd dated before, and was talking some to Mary Jane, a gal I did not know. The theater was packed, and when it ended, it seemed the vast audience let out a collective sigh of relief. Unlike the tv families, where each week the problems of the family were solved within a half hour, not counting the commercials. Perhaps the problems portrayed were not too serious, and the family is happy with the dad's solution. Yet, in this film, 3 families are portrayed, and none are anything like the tv's version of Father Know's Best, Ozzie and Harriet, et al. Sal Mineo's parents send him a check for his birthday, Natalie Wood's dad slaps her and calls her a whore; and James Dean's dad is hen-pecked, dominated by his wife while he wears the apron. The 3 try to form their alternate family for a night or 2. A rare critique of the family of the 50s.
As we all attended the same school, we saw each other after. Mary Jane was a pleasant your gal, and she was worried about me. She had heard I was pushing race-mixing, for example. She explained, that is communism, and I should talk to her dad who knew about the topic. He could set me aright. I did not realize, but her dad was Guy Banister. She elaborated, he had been a leader of the FBI in Chicago, and knew about the Communist ways of causing trouble. She wanted me to meet her father. After Chicago, Guy Banister had served as temporary Supt. of the New Orleans Police Dept. He then opened a detective agency.
It was possible her dad had already heard of me. During the summer of 1955 I had attended Pelican Boys State, sponsored by the American Legion. I had been elected to the Senate, and we were supposed to debate a proposed law in the Louisiana Legislature on our last day. The Legion was hoping the topic would be required ROTC in all public schools. I thought a more pressing issue was at hand and should be debated; I proposed the integration of the public schools of Louisiana. A fellow senator was aghast, and said my proposal should NOT be debated as I was the only person in favor of it. Suddenly, many other senators stood up and disagreed with my opponent. We decided to debate integration on the last day. How would the vote go? I had no idea. Nor did the pro-segregationist Legion, but they must have been sufficiently worried, so that they demanded we close the meeting before a vote could be held.
To satisfy Mary Jane, I went to her hope. Mr. Banister was sorting mail. I went to him, introduced myself, he grunted. There was no real dialog, but we both went through the motions to satisfy Mary Jane, who was a sweet, concerned you gal.
One forgets the turmoil stirred in the South following the 1954 Supreme Court decision overturning a precedent of over half a century, that separate and equal was the proper way to manage racial affairs. Segregation was actually older than that, but the Plessy decision had made it national policy. However, in 1954 syddebkt segregatuib was deemed unConstitutional. The new decision was seen as a threat to our way of life in the South; part of a Communist plot to cause trouble at home. In May 1955, to commemorate the Black Monday decision of 1954, most Easton students left the school to march downtown to show how they felt about Earl Warren's horrible decision. The state got time on the radio to educate the public on this major issue. Thus, the State Sovereignty Commission had expert witnesses expose the origins of the American Civil Liberties Union. Founded by a Communist during the era of WWI, it continued to this day as a trouble-making Commie front. At least 3-hours of radio time were devoted to this expose.
Some leaders of the American Legion were also leaders of LUAC, the Louisiana Un-American Activies Committee. In 1963, along with the newly elected DA of NO, Jim Garrison, they would raid the offices of the Southern Conference Education Fund, a pro-race mixing group. Strangely, LUAC did not go after an open Marxist who was then handing out pro-Castro panphlets, and even given an-hour-long interview on WDSU radio. Strange that LUAC was not interested in Lee Oswald! Oh, and the pro-Communist Oswald was getting the leaflets from the office of the staunch anti-Communist, Guy Banister. How strange!
MORE TO COME, HUGH MURRAY
Meanwhile, you mifht find related material that will explain the Oswald-Guy Banister alliance in New Orleans in summer 1963, and much else in an article recommended by Texan Robert Morrow - The latest exposition on this important topic by Jeremy Kuzmarov of Covert Action Magazine: Should Lee Harvey Oswald Be Exonerated? - CovertAction Magazine
In high school, I found the Unitarian Church and joined it. My first visit, a Black couple sat beside me. I thought, should I leave? Isn't this against the law? I could feel the blood rush to my face. I decided to stay, and returned, knowing the church was for integration. I attended Tulane U. on a scholarship. Met 2 professors at church, one taught at Dillard (HBCU) and his wife taught at Xavier U. a RC HBCU. They were both of Jewish heritage, refugees from Nazi Europe. I asked if I could sit in Dr. Iggers history class at Dillard. A Black who tried to enter Tulane would have been arrested. I had no trouble at Dillard, sat in the class for a year and made friends. No arrest. In spring 1960 I picketed with the new Consumers' League, don't buy where you can't work group. Sit-ins begin in North Carolina, and spread south. But nothing happens in New Orleans. The local NAACP opposes such actions. In the Negro Y on Dryages St. in NO, a local chapter of the Congress of Racial Equality CORE is formed. CORE would sponsor a major training camp for August 1960; 7 members from NO will attend.
One day our teacher/speaker was Jackie Robinson, the baseball player who integrated the major leagues. It was an election year, and he was openly for Nixon and the Republicans, as were many if not most Blacks in the South who experienced the Democrats as white supremists. A few days later, to a far smaller audience, Martin Luther King spoke to our CORE group, about his experience in changing the rules with the Montgomery bus boycott. The reason for the small audience - half of our CORE folks were in jail. We had sought to integrate a restaurant inside Shell's City super market. Most of our goup sat at integrated tables, and they were arrested. New Orleans Ruth Dispenza and I sat at a table; she was a light-skinned Black, and the waitress thought we were a white couple. So, no arrest. King told us he was quietly for Kennedy and the Democrats, though his dad, minister of a major church in Atlanta, favored Nixon and the Republicans. One reason, Kennedy was a Roman Catholic, and that proved a big drawback even when Al Smith ran against Hoover in 1928.
We returned to NO, and within a week conducted the first sit-in in modern NO history, despite the NAACP's opposition. The NAACP Youth Chapter quicky supported us with picketing, and the adult organization quietly ended its opposition. The Mayor and Chief of Police remained hostile, denouncing the violation of state law, and asserted such lawlessness would not be tolerated. We were arrested, but at night released on bail. We had missed all meals in jail. Archie Allen, Black from Dillard, one of the 7 arrested, Carlos Zervigon, Hispanic sympathetic supporter, and I went to a Black place to eat. We entered and sat at a table. The waiter approached, "I can serve you (to Archie), but not you two. He looked again, Wait, I can serve you (Archie) and you (to Carlos), but not you (to me). Are we going to have a 2nd sit-in the same day. No. We just left without eating.
Tulane's policy - students arrested are suspended until proven innocent. I hhad a weekend job at a Tulane library and was a grad student, but now all was up in the air. I could not stay home, so went from one friend to another that week. My dad let me keep the car. Tulane's Board relented - the old rule for usual crimes would remain, but these were political crimes, so the punishment would not occur. Meanwhile the local judge had other ideas. When the 7 of us sat together in his court room, when he entered, he began shouting at us for integrating his court in violation of state laws, and he would hold us in contempt if we did not sit properly. The 2 whites moved to the side. We were all found guilty and became convicted felons, years before Donald Trump would be given the same title.
Meanwhile, Oliver, the other white from NO who had gone to Miami, and was arrested there, was tired of living in a distant burb and wanted to live in the city of NO, and I needed a place, We decided to look for a place together. Found one, furnished, $45 a month, living room, bed room, kitchen, bath. 2 blocks from the St. Charles street car line. I barely knew Oliver. In Miami we were assigned rooms to integrate the conference, so I roomed with 2 Black students and was surprised when they did not shave in the morning but used a depilatory cream to dissolve the hair. I learned more about Oliver when we moved together. First, his annoying habit of never looking at you directly when speaking to you, I found the reason - he was legally blind. He probably did not know precisely where my eyes were. I learned he had a rough time growing up, was on the path to becoming a juvenile delinquent, quitting school, etc. There were 2 people who would set him on the proper path, one a relative, who taught him the basics so he could be an electrician. If all else failed, he would have a job. Second, he joined the Civil Air Patrol, and its leader David Ferrie, a pilot who seemed to know so much, pushed Oliver to return to school and go on despite his disability. David Ferrie was gay, but Oliver, I found out as his roommate, was strictly straight. Ferrie pushed Oliver to go on, and he did so at Loyola U. (next door to Tulane U). In time, I was paid to read some of Oliver's sociology text books to him. Father Fichter at Loyola was pushing him too. Oliver was a year or 2 older than I was but seemed much more self assured of himself.
One night I returned, and Oliver said, "*i want you to learn how to use this," as he handed me a box. I opened it, and surprise, it was a pistol. A Ruger, like the famous German Luger. But I had applied for a draft status as a conscientious objector. Our efforts in CORE were using non-violence to change society. How can I now start to use a gun? My parents were getting threating calls on the phone all the time, but no one was after them - it was me they wanted. We never got such calls, but the reason: we had no telephone. Maybe the enemy was outside just outside, but we would not know until too late.. Am I supposed to let the blind guy defend us? While I do nothing? No, I could not throw this burden on a legally blind man. I would have to learn how to use the pistol. And a few weeks later, I wrote my draft board, I was no longer claiming a CO status.
Around 1952 or53 I graduated from 8th grade at Benjamin Elementary, a co-ed public school. Next year I planned to attend S J Peters Boys High, for 4 years of high school. But the entire school system changed, no more boys and girls separate highs, all public highs would be co-ed. And junior highs were introduced, So K-6, followed by 7-9 for jun. high, and then 10-12 for sen. high. All co-ed. So instead of boys high, I went to 9th grade at Beauregard Jun. High, for one year. That same year in the 8th grade classes was Lee Harvey Oswald. It is possible we spoke, perhaps in a lunch line, "How much is that?" In reality we never met, nor did we converse. Oswald attended Beauregard for 2 years. At the same time he became a member of the Civil Air Patrol, headed by David Ferrie. If Ferrie could help other troubled youths, why not Oswald? Some say while in NYC Oswald had become a juvenile delinquent and was influenced by communists. Ferrie was strongly anti-Communist, working with refugees from Castro's Cuba, working for Carlos Marcello's mafia, and with Guy Banister and other anti-coms. When Oswald finished junior high, he could go on to Easton - my high school. Instead he wanted to join the marines. How many 17-y-o American communists want to join the marine corps? I suspect, far more probable, the patriotic Ferrie pushed Oswald in the patriotic direction. Oswald's mom said a man in a uniform urged her to sign papers so he could join up younger than the usual age. She did so. And Oswald joined up. A patriot!
What did Oliver do after graduation from Loyola, - he signed up with the US Aide for International Development, and he would go to Laos (next to Vietnam) in 1962+. When he returned, he married, had children and led in improving computers and other devices for the blind and other handicapped. There is a building named for him on the UNO campus.
Was Oswald following a similar path? What went wrong?
One more thing re the Oswald-Banister connection. In summer of 1963 I finally finished my MA Thesis and would be able to graduate in August with a Master's degree. My thesis was long, some 260 pages on the Scottsboro, Ala. rape cases of the 1930s, in which I discussed the conflict between the NAACP and a Communist front group, the International Labor Defense, for control of the case and contrast in tactics. Summer in NO is hot and humic, but I was going to the Tulane Library, which like most air-conditioned buildings of that era, was cold, so I had to carry a sweater on entering. Summer break, and few were in the library. I opened the door and no one. Near the stairs was a small table, and today there was a stack of leafets on it. As I passed it, I read, "Hands off Cuba, the Fair Play for Cuba Committee." I only knew one person who had been involved with Fair Play in another city, a Tulane U. grad student in philosophy. I took a leaflet, and went to look for him in the library's closed area except for grad students. He was at his desk. I raised the leaflet so he could see it, and asked, "What are you putting out?" "Iet me see that." He knew nothing about it, nor did I. Should we send our names to the PO address on the leaflet? I joked, well, it might be the FBI. We decided to do nothing till we knew more. He took the leaflet and taped it to the door to his dorm room. Where it remained until November. 1963.
On Tuesday, 26 November I was back from my new teaching job, and my mom told me 2 men at the front door wanted to speak with me. They wanted to know about the leaflet. I explained, I had thought it was published by a friend, Harold Alderman, a philosophy student at Tulane, but he knew nothing about it. Nor did I. I did not follow up with an letter to the address on the leaflet. They asked of my views on Kennedy, and I said, look at the back of my car, I retained the Kennedy sticker for the 1960 election. They left. Soon after, the phone rang. It was Alderman telling me he had given my name to the FBI. Neither of us knew about the origin of the leaflets. The irony, had we written to the address, it would have gone to the office of Guy Banister, anti-com so he could have added our names to his list of local commies. The first book that mentions me is a volume of the Warren Report, perhaps v. 26, that describes this incident. I suspect I was already on Banister's enemies list.
One ajent asked me if I had heard of anyone having connections to Oswald. I had gone out Friday night to a bar looking for friends. "Who the hell is Oswald?" was my question. One person told me they had heard Bob Heller, a Tulane student had seen Oswald distributing leaflets in NO and had spoken to him. The agent took notes, and later interviewed Heller. Heller had seen Oswald leafletting and wondered if he might need legal help, but did not talk to Oswald. Sineibe called me a fink every time he saw me on campus. I have no regrets about cooperating to find what happened in Dallas. Would I have a right to criticize the Warren Commission if I had not cooperated with its inquiry?

