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

The Oswald family Thanksgiving 1962. The three sons were there; their kids; and their wives. It was a grand family reunion. But, where was the matriarch, Marguerite? She wasn't there. And she couldn't be. Because if the real Marguerite came, she would not have recognized Lee as her son. And if the short squatty Marguerite of fame went, John Pic would not have recognized her as his mother. Robert Oswald would have gone along because he was in on it. But, Pic wasn't. As it was, he didn't recognize Lee. He told the Warren Commission that Lee didn't look anything like he remembered him, that he was like a stranger. But, if they had tried to heap the short, squatty Marguerite on him, he would have shook his head, waved his hand, and said no way; you are not my mother. The jig would have been up. And that's why this grand family reunion took place without the matriarch. It really is true that there were two Oswalds, and the one we know, wasn't the real one. He was the impostor, most likely an East European or Russian orphan who excelled at language in New York City, learning English at a young age to where he sounded like a native. The CIA got wind of him and the idea arose to merge his identity with a native-born American. Thus, the Oswald Project was born.