2004-06-30 05:23:05 UTC
personal diary journal, 11-22-63 assassination observations of close
assassination witness, JUNE DISHONG.
The observations were discovered recently by her daughter after JUNE DISHONG
died. The daughter has described that her mother hardly ever mentioned the
assassination and that she was a close witness to it because it made JUNE sad
to the day she died. DISHONG never initiated conversations about the attack,
and it was hard to get her to discuss the details, which surprised her family
because, other than her reluctance to discuss the assassination, DISHONG was a
very gregarious and talkative person.
In reading DISHONG's observations it appears to me that DISHONG wrote them
throughout the day of 11-22-63. It appears to me that her assassination related
comments end early in the afternoon because her last portable diary journal
entry lines talk about tv scenes at PH of persons reacting to the announcement
of President KENNEDY’s death.
DISHONG is seen in the ZAPRUDER film standing along the Elm Street north
curbline, just east (Z-frame leftward) of the "Stemmons" freeway sign. She is
the fourth person to the frame-apparent left of the sign, with darker, somewhat
short hair, wearing a blouse with red and blue plaid stripes, and a dark
colored skirt. (in her diary she estimated that she was 30’ from the corner
--which I took to be the Elm Street curving abutment corner between Elm Street
and the Elm Street Extension road-- but DISHONG’s family has confirmed to me
that she pointed herself out to the family in a "Life" magazine they still have
that she said she was the 4th person seen to the left of the SFS in Z-film)
Her position has also been calculated on my Dealey Plaza map, available here:
She can also be seen in the BETZNER photo (Zf-186), and the BRONSON photo
Importantly, and very relative to her attack observations of DISHONG
remembering hearing 3 audible muzzle blasts and/or mechanically-suppress-fired
bullet bow shockwaves, President KENNEDY was exactly even with her at
Zf-222/223, when just as he passed DISHONG, the president‘s waving arm
dropped down and then slipped off the side of the car, when the first blast or
shockwave (or the first closely spaced volley of shots, I would add) of the 3
that DISHONG remembered hearing occurred.
DISHONG’s living daughter has told me….
"She said that the shots came from behind her, on the knoll."
Her daughter also said that her mother "worked for ’Higginbottom and Baily’
(spelling?) on the corner," and that DISHONG had previously stated the name of
a woman co-worker she was with, but the daughter cannot recall the co-witness
This morning started as
usual with the alarm radio
rousing us at 5:45 AM.
As we go through the hectic
hour of dressing, breakfast and
readying(sp) our self for a
days work my thoughts are
on a trip to K.C. It is misting
rain this morning and I had
better wear a raincoat and
take my umbrella as I have
6 blocks to walk from where
I park to where I work at
the corner of Elm + Houston.
I had read an item or
two of President Kennedy’s tour
and this was the day he would
drive though Dallas, but
I was absorbed in the starting
of my day and my work
Better hurry its 10 to 7 and I
must be at work by 7:45.
The morning is long - its
only 9 AM. I look out
the front window of the building
I work in and think - there’s not
many people on the street but
its early for them to start
gathering - looks like it will clear
off. hope the sun comes out
for the motorcade. I wonder
what time they will be by here.
At 10 AM - coffee break. I learned
that the Presidents party was
due at this end of town around
noon. Although I hadn’t considered
going down stairs to watch
for them I began to get excited
about the thought of seeing the
President and his wife and
mulled over the thought of going down stairs.
Another trip to the front
window. The sun is out and
it’s a beautiful day - how nice.
11:45 the excitement is building.
Word came from the front office
the(that) the Kennedy plane has landed
but he is delayed shaking
hands with people.
12:00 He is late getting downtown.
We have time to eat lunch
and get out in front.
12:15 Better put on my jacket
it might be chilly although
the sun is shining bright.
We go down the elevator at the
back of the building and across
down the side walk in
front of the Texas book
depository and about 30
feet beyond the corner.
The sun is warm. I’ll take
off my jacket we might have
quite a wait for the president’s car.
I look back up the mall.
The grass is green and the
shrubbery is orange
and brown foliage and is
beautiful in the bright sun-
shine. I hear the sounds
up around the corner. The
people are leaning out the
windows and I can see
a large group on the
roof that hang out from
the Court house. Around the
corner come 4 motor cycle police
men with their white helmets and
gunning their motors as they move
along slowly. A car full of
men a short distance behind
them. Still no car with Jack + Jackey.
Suddenly the crowd begins
to respond and we can see
people in the windows at the
court house waving and shouting.
4 more motor cycle policemen
and here come the president
and his wife -
No hat on his head. His
arm in the air waving and
that great big smile of his.
Jackie beside him her arm
raised in greeting to all of us
A pink suit. Pill box hat
to match. Black hair
just as we had seen
them so many times on
T.V. - it was beautiful.
He drops his arm as they
go by - possibly 20 feet.
Suddenly - a sound.
Gun shots? So hard to tell above
the clamor of the crowd.
The President bent forward into
his wife’s lap as his arm
slipped off the side of the
car. Jackey circled him with
her arm. Another shot.
Panic among the people.
Woman with children. Parents
pushing them to the ground.
No one knows where the shots
are coming from.
A cry. The President has
A third shot. People
I can’t believe what I have
seen. The picture of the
man falling forward.
I cover my face to blot out the
picture, but that I can’t do.
I must get away from that
horrible picture. I turn and
run back to our building
up 3 flights of stairs. Already
the word has proceeded us.
What has happened. Someone
says someone has been shot.
The President --no no.
Dear God no. Where is he
How bad. Who did it.
I think I’m going to be sick.
All I can see is that form
crumbling forward. I can’t shut
out the picture. I can’t think.
Only a cry inside myself. It
can’t be so. May be he was
just getting out of the way.
We turned on radios. It
was true. He had been shot once or
twice. No one knows. We know we
heard 3 shots.
Police cars. FBI men.
The street seething with them.
The building across the street.
They’ve found the gun. Shells. 6 floor
If any one of us had looked
up when we were looking out
possibly we would have seen this
No one even thinks of working.
Just milling around.
People crying. Praying
At last, word he is dead.
I must go home where
I can shut my doors and draw
the blinds. This horrible thing
has happened to this man.
The symbol of our country and
all we believe in, in this city
that I am a part of. Among
people that are gentle and kind
and deeply aware of God
and the bible. I fight this
feeling. I must get as far
away as possible because
miles won’t take away the
tragedy of this day and no
matter how bright the sun is it
will be forever a dark day
At home. Trying to think.
Turn on T.V. Everyone in a
turmoil. Word from the hospital
of his last moments and Jackie.
People gathered around the building
crying. Dazed. Unable to
accept the fact
....Along with her closely detailed, timestamped attack observations, I found
interesting her describing a gathering of persons on top of the roof of the
CV-67, "Big John," USS John F. Kennedy Plank Walker
Sooner, or later, the Truth emerges Clearly
"(D)rehm (sic) seemed to think the shots came from in FRONT OF or BESIDE the
President." (my EMPHASIS)
---CHARLES F. BREHM, a gunfire-battle experienced, WWII D-day, United States
Army Ranger veteran, "Dallas Times Herald," 11-22-63, final edition