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or accident or coincidence but that these are subjected to naive
etiologies paralleled only by the villainies a Joseph McCarthy or a
Robert Welch had to dream up
to account for
all loose ends, all un–
finished tales, all antinomies and mired complexities.
I left as the question period began. I was among the few to leave
then. Lane had concluded his performance by vowing never to give up
his search, to continue
to
use the money he gathered, and the help he
was 'Offered, to keep his Committee working in Dallas until it finds
out the truth about John F. Kennedy's assassination. "Nothing or any–
body is going to stop me, ladies and gentlemen, I pr'Omise you that,"
Mark Lane said as he ended, and people r'Ose to cheer and applaud,
which they were still doing as I went out.
On the stage Lane didn't look like a martyr; he I'O'Oked now less
like a student, more like a businessman. And a good 'One at that. I
wished such dedication well.
Jack Ludwig
ACCRA
Twenty minutes after John Kennedy was pronQunced dead,
an
African diplQmat in Accra reported the news to an American woman
who had come by his house to borrow some flour. He had heard it on
Radio Brazzaville. HOh no," she said. "It's not possible." Forty minutes
later I dropped in on her and her husband who were having dinner-by
then it was after 8: 00
P.M.
in Ghana. When they told me, I said:
"Oh no! You're kidding, aren't you?"
At about the same time a dapper young Ghanaian heard the news
from an American girl he was visiting. "Such a pity," he said, "that they
killed the wrong President!"
At about the same time Dr. Kwame Nkrumah was telephoning
William Mahoney, the U.S. Ambassador, to express his horror. "Is there
anything I can clo?" Nkrumah
aske~,
