Mr. Griffin. The Friday call?
Mrs. Kaminsky. No; that was the only one.
Mr. Griffin. All right; I don’t think I have any more questions. I will ask you once more if there is anything else that you think you’d like to tell us.
Mrs. Kaminsky. There’s been so much. I—I can’t—if you can help me, you know, pertaining to something, I mean, of course, you have asked me all you want to.
Mr. Griffin. Yes.
Mrs. Kaminsky. I can’t——
Mr. Griffin. Well, let me then say that if there is anything that should come to your mind after this is over, you know, we welcome anything you have to tell us. We’d be happy to hear from you. Either you can write us or call us or do what you think is best.
Mrs. Kaminsky. The only thing that does come to my mind—I don’t know—just—it must have been during the trial, when we were up to see Jack, because he said, “The policemen are lying.” I mean I don’t know if that’s—but he did tell us that. He told us that many times. “I am telling you the policemen are lying, policemen are lying.”
Mr. Griffin. Did Jack ever tell you when he decided he was going to shoot Lee Oswald?
Mrs. Kaminsky. No; no, no. I’m sure that he hadn’t even thought about it because Eva says Saturday afternoon he said to her, “We will go to Tippit’s funeral,” and she hadn’t been out of the house from her surgery, and she thought, “Who wants to go to anyone’s funeral. I don’t know the man even though it’s such a terrible thing.” He said, “Well, aren’t you going to go with me?” She says, “All right, I will go. I will go.”