Mr. Griffin. You say you were quite surprised when you saw these news people?
Mr. Graves. I was surprised that they were rubbing my elbow. You know, if you saw that film, you saw one of them with a mike in his hand. He actually rubbed my elbow. We were in a slight turn when this thing happened, and my attention had been called to that car door, and this joker was standing there with a microphone in his hand, and others that—I don’t know if they were newsmen—they weren’t officers—had cameras around their necks and everything.
Mr. Griffin. As you looked up at that line of news people, from your left over to the TV cameras, how many lines deep is it your recollection that they were?
Mr. Graves. Well, I would say two or three deep until they crossed that ramp and went down the side. Might not have been more than one deep there. Might not have been much room, because the car was trying to come in there. Might have been two deep. I know there was a line of men there, and how deep I don’t know. I saw through the corner of my eye a movement over there of men.
Mr. Griffin. As you walked out, did you notice any police officers that you recognized?
Mr. Graves. Oh, yes; I recognized officers standing around the walls there.
Mr. Griffin. As you walked out, did you see Officer Harrison?
Mr. Graves. No; I didn’t see him. Matter of fact, I never did see him until it was all over. You are talking about “Blackie”?
Mr. Griffin. “Blackie” Harrison; W. J. Harrison.
Mr. Graves. I didn’t see him until it was all over.