Lee Harvey Oswald in His Own Words:
Trip to the American Embassy
Warren Commission Exhibit 101; Pg 440
Note: In the interest of clarity and legibility, spelling, punctuation, and capitalization have been corrected in certain cases.
12:30 Arrive in "Bolga" type taxi, two Russian policemen stand at the Embassy. One salutes as I approach. I entrance of the embassy and says "passport." I smile and show my passport. He motions me to pass inside as I wish. Their can be little doubt I'm sure in his mind that I'm an American, light overcoat, no hat or scarf and non-Russian button down shirt & tie. Entering I find the office of "consular" sign. Opening the door I go in. A secretary busy typing looks up. "Yes?" she says "I'd like to see the consular." I say. "Will you sign the tourist registrar please," she says dryly, going back to her typing. "Yes, but before I'll do that, I'd like to see the consular," laying my passport on her desk, as she looks up puzzled, "I'm here to dissolve my American citizenship." She rises and taking my passport goes into the open inner office, where she lays the passport on a man's desk, saying, "There is a Mr. Oswald outside, who says he's here to dissolve his U.S. citizenship." "OK," the man says, "thanks," he says to the girl without looking up from his typing, she, as she comes out, invites me into the inner office to sit down. I do so, selecting an armchair to the front left side of Snyder’s desk (it was Snyder whom I talked to, head consular). I wait, crossing my legs and laying my gloves in my lap. He finishes typing, removes the letter from his typewriter and adjusting his glasses looks at me. "What can I do for you," he asks leafing through my passport. "I'm here to dissolve my U.S. citizenship and would like to sign the legal papers to that effect." "Have you applied for Russian citizenship?" "Yes." He taking out a piece of paper and says, "before we get to that I'd like some personal information." He ask name, personal information to which I answer, then "your reasons for coming?" I say, "I have experienced life in the U.S., American military life, American Imperialism. I am a Marxist and I waited two years for this. I don't want to live in the U.S. or be burdened by American citizenship." He says "ok. That's all unless you want to profound your 'Marxist beliefs,' you can go." "I said I've requested that I be allowed to sign legal papers divesting myself of U.S. citizen. Do you refuse me that right?" He says "Uhg. No, but the papers will take some time to get ready in the meantime, where are you staying?" "Room 212 at the Metropole," I state, angry at being refused a right. I start to leave. "You'll tell us what the Russians do next?" I turn very mad, "of course," I say and leave.