Oswald in the doorway: the blog of the Oswald Innocence Campaign, by Ralph Cinque

I read the autobiography of Lana Turner. I read a lot of biographies and autobiographies. It's my favorite recreational reading. 

I recall the account of the killing of gangster John Stompanato, a big Italian guy whom Lana had started dating, apparently not knowing that he was a gangster. And when she tried to break up with him, she found out that there was no breaking up with Johnny Stompanato. He even followed her to England where she was making a movie with Sean Connery, and reportedly, he pulled a gun on the set, which led Sean Connery to grab his wrist, twist his arm, and deck him. When the police arrived, they not only escorted him off the set but out of the country. But he reconnected with Lana after filming, first in Mexico, which was supposed to be a vacation for her, but it was miserable for her. And then back in Southern California, when she was nominated for Best Actress for her role in Peyton Place, he insisted on accompanying her to the Academy Awards, along with her daughter Cheryl. But, Lana refrained from introducing him to people as her boyfriend, and that infuriated him.

So, getting back to her house, they went to bed: the daughter Cheryl in her room and Johnny and Lana in her room. But, right away he light into her verbally, and then it became physical with pushing, shoving, slapping, and punching. And all the while, as she was being pummeled, Lana kept thinking about her daughter waking up and coming in. Well, that's what happened, except Cheryl stopped in the kitchen and picked up a knife. She knocked; he opened; and she thrust. And guess what the knife hit? His aorta. And guess what happened to him? He went down, and he was dead within seconds, that is, in less than a minute. 

There was a trial, in which Lana testified, and the verdict was: justifiable homicide. I certainly agree with that verdict. Here is an image of Lana in court with the lawyer holding the fatal knife:

The point is that if you open someone's aorta, he's toast. It would take a miracle to survive. And Oswald had that and much other damage. The idea that he would be able to go up on his toes after receiving such trauma is preposterous.