I am included on page 27 of Roger Stone's new book, "The Man Who Killed Kennedy, The Case Against LBJ." I was at Houston Hobby Airport as the News Director of KMSC-FM, across the street from NASA in Clear Lake City. I was standing back about 30 feet , away from where LBJ was shaking hands along a fence line. Suddenly, he took a sharp 90-degree left turn and walked up to me, followed by a bevy of Secret Service agents and Houston police, checking me out from head to toe.
He asked my name, then asked who I was with. I told him KMSC-FM. He said, "No, no. I meant who are you here with?" I replied that I was by myself. In the photo he was handing me some little LBJ donkey pins, which I still have, and asked me to come with him to the LBJ ranch for a BBQ that evening. He said the plane was full, including Lady Bird, but he would bump someone to the press plane so I could get aboard Air Force One. I politely declined, telling him that I had three young children at home with the nanny and that I had to be there.
He smelled strongly of whiskey and was very persistent, but I wouldn't even have considered it. I had never been a fan of LBJ, since I knew of his stealing elections and had had a premonition on the night of Nov. 21, 1963, that JFK was going to be killed. More on that later. I had been a supporter of JFK since the campaign of 1960 in Amarillo as a young rancher's wife. I met JFK at the Amarillo Air Force Base the only time he and LBJ campaigned together.
Kennedy came down the stairs of the plane and took my hand and we just stared into one another's eyes, telecommunicating for about a minute, it seemed, and never said a word. A photo of that occasion appeared in either Time or Newsweek, and my hand with my Zuni turquoise ring is in the photo, which I still have. JFK is touching LBJ on the shoulder, trying to calm him down as he is shaking a finger at something. That something was two F-15 jets sitting close by with their jet engines revved up to 10! General Lee, the head of Amarillo Air Force Base, was a hard-core John Bircher and he had placed those jets there to interfere with the campaign stop on purpose, so no one could hear a thing. It was ear-piercing!
After I divorced and moved to Houston, I worked in the law offices of Phelps & Kilgarlin, the latter of whom was the Harris County Democratic Chairman and later on the Texas Supreme Court. I joined the Young Democrats and was very active in politics, along with Dave and Ann Richards and many other prominent local and state leaders.
I had been at the Rice Hotel the evening Jackie and JFK attended the LULAC reception and she spoke to them in Spanish. As they left the room, I was about 3 feet away from them. Later, a group of Young Democrats were meeting in my living room, trying to decide if we were going to the dinner the next evening at the Municipl Auditorium in Austin. The reason we were undecided is because the "Kennedy Democrats" had been completely shut out of the arrangements for Kennedy's visit to Houston, including Kilgarlin, the official Democratic representative of Harris County. The "Johnson and Connally Democrats" were totally in charge, representing the other side of the Democratic split in Texas.
I had a strong premonition of danger to JFK, and said to those present that he was going to be assassinated. The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife! I could hardly sleep that night and was so distraught I didn't go to work the next day. I called my friend, the District Clerk of Galveston County, V. J. Beninati, to come up to Houston so we could decide if we were going to Austin. He arrived just after lunch and when I turned on the radio at 1:00, we heard about the assassination in Dallas. I was stunned and totally devastated, unbelieving but still believing. My prediction had come to pass.
I still have my invitation to the dinner in Austin, as well as copies of the speeches Kennedy didn't make in Dallas and Austin. I also have a Memorial Album of his most famous speeches and comments by Barry Goldwater, Adlai Stevenson, V. P. Johnson, Sir Alec Home and Pope John XXIII.
Austin, TX 78704