Before reading Part 2, please read Part 1. This may be incomprehensible without information from Part 1.------------------------------Hugh Murray
Before I
get lost in the story of Oliver St. Pe, and David Ferrie, I should get back to
November 1963. On Friday the 22nd
President Kennedy was shot and killed in Dallas. On the Sunday the 24th, Oswald was
shot and killed in the basement while being transferred by Texas
authorities. On Tuesday 26th,
I was interviewed by the FBI (after Harold Alderman had been interviewed. A summary report of Alderman’s comments are
included in v. 26 of the Warren Commission material). That week, David Ferrie was interviewed by
District Attorney Jim Garrison’s men in regard to possible connection to the
assassination. He was handed over to the
FBI and then released. I sent Oliver the
news item from the newspaper about Ferrie’s arrest.
All that
and more occurred at the end of November.
On December, all the teachers and staff were paid by the school where I
worked, the Junior University of New Orleans, but most checks bounced. Many of the teachers met and decided to
inquire about suing the school. I was
among those not paid, so I had a new worry.
Around the middle of the month, a group of us sued the school. When the news of the suit was published in
the newspapers, parents began to worry about the economic stability of the new
school. At a meeting in the school, the
administration informed the staff that only those of us who withdrew from the
suit would be paid. I was among those
who walked out of that meeting. Many
were not paid, and the suit continued.
Some teachers sought to form a new private school, and I was invited to
join the group. When they discovered my
integrationist background, I was uninvited.
Meanwhile, JUNO
limped along. But it was losing teachers,
student body, and tuition. To protect
the school from Communist agitators and union thugs, the school hired a private
detective, Guy Banister. Those of you
who have read about the Kennedy assassination already know the name. Banister had been an FBI agent in various
northern cities, came to New Orleans in the early 1950s and was for a time the
Acting Superintendent of the New Orleans Police Dept. He was active in his church (I think it was
Presbyterian) and a strong anti-Communist.
His
daughter, Mary Jane, attended Warren Easton High School, and was in the same
grade as I. Not only did we know each
other, I occasionally bowled with her boy friend, “Tex” Don Sanders.
In high school I was moving toward the Left politically and openly
espousing integration. Mary Jane feared that
I was becoming a Communist. (Example,
when almost the whole student body left the school and marched to keep
segregation on the anniversary of the Supreme Court’s Black Monday decision –
the one that declared segregation un-Constitutional, I was one of the few
students who remained in the school and did not join the march.) Mary Jane urged me to speak with her father,
who might save me from such maddening Left-wing views. I was reluctant to do so, but Mary Jane was a
nice girl (in those days one would not refer to a high school female as a
woman). To please her, I went to her
home and was introduced to her dad. He
seemed as reluctant to meet me as I to meet him. We said a few words, but he showed no
interest in a debate or even a discussion, sorting his mail while we spoke. Our conversation lasted only a few minutes, yet
both of us had formally acceded to Mary Jane’s request. Of course, neither of us had changed our
political views.
Apparently
Oswald may have attended Easton for a short time. Previously, he and I both attended P. T. G.
Beauregard Junior High during the same year, but he was in 7th and I
was in 9th grade, and there were some 1,000 kids. (Beauregard was the officer who gave the
order for the Confederates to fire upon the Federals at Fort Sumter in
Charleston harbor, thus beginning the American Civil War.) Even if I had stood beside Oswald in a lunch
line, I did not know him.
One reads today
that Banister had sent young people to spy on the Left in New Orleans. I cannot attest to this personally. However, while at Tulane University, Clark Rowley
from Connecticut became a friend. I
often spoke politics to him, and in time he became the editor of the Tulane
University student newspaper, The
Hullabaloo. In the fall of 1964 I
was teaching at Dillard University and took one of my Dillard students over to
Tulane for a lecture before the Young Liberals Club. By this time, Tulane had integrated, and the
speaker may have been Birmingham’s civil rights activist Rev. Fred Shuttlesworth,
who was then head of the Southern Conference Education Fund. After the talk, several of the Tulane
students and me, with my Black student, went to a nearby pizza place. There were about eight of us at the
table. The owner came to tell us they
would not serve us, and threatened us with arrest if we did not leave. This surprise incident led to large-scale
picketing of the Maple Street campus eateries.
Clark, editor of the Hullabaloo,
ran some sympathetic stories. He was
getting information from various sources, including mutual friends in the
Liberals Club. One day Clark also told
me then when we first met and began to discuss things, he had been paid to spy
on the Left by Kent Courtney, a leading conservative in New Orleans. This was a shock, but as I said nothing
criminal, I was less concerned. He told
me he quit the job with Courtney.
Moreover, Clark did a good, and fair job as editor, and became a friend.
In January
1964 I was no longer teaching at JUNO, nor at the newer, rival private
school. No one picketed JUNO, and it was
cold and the weathermen had forecast snow flurries. Because it almost never snowed in NO, I hoped
to see some, but nothing stuck to the ground that month. Another Tulane friend who was a teacher at
JUNO suffered the financial pinch too.
He had withdrawn from the law suit, continued to teach there, but
received only the December check. The
school closed down in early 1964, so he too had to search for other work. But while teaching at JUNO in early 1964, he
would see Banister walking around the school with his pistol hanging from his
belt. In those days, it was rare to have
weapons in a school.
A little
later that year Banister was arrested after he stopped a bus when someone had yelled
a remark about a female passenger in his car.
I think he stopped the bus, left his vehicle, and boarded the bus waving
his gun. In June 1964 Banister
died. In late 1963 and 1964 Guy Banister
seemed to have no connection at all to the Kennedy assassination or Oswald or
Dallas. Even though some of the “Hands
Off Cuba” flyers that Oswald had distributed had an address that was for the
same building where Banister had his office, in 1963-64 almost no one would
have connected Oswald to Banister. Nevertheless,
if anyone had picked up one of Oswald’s Fair Play for Cuba flyers that
contained the street address, and had they sent a letter to that address for a Fair
Play Cuban Committee, the probably would have been delivered instead to the
anti-Castro organization housed in Banister’s office. (Banister’s office at some point housed
weapons to be used in an invasion of Castro’s Cuba. Banister felt strongly about the issue.)
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