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  • G. Paul Chambers, Head Shot: The Science Behind The JFK Assassination


    G. Paul Chambers’ Head Shot: The Science Behind The JFK Assassination is another one of those books that I probably should have expected would be disappointing. The pre-publicity made some fairly bold promises (such as identifying the second rifle and proving the locations of the other assassins) that, on reflection, were destined to go unfulfilled. But Chambers scientific credentials are pretty impressive—according to his publishers’ website Chambers has fifteen years experience as an experimental physicist for the US Navy and is a contractor with the NASA Goddard Optics Branch—and this fact coupled with the praise being heaped on the book by the likes of Cyril Wecht, David Wrone and Michael Kurtz got me pretty excited.

    Head Shot was preceded earlier this year by the publication of another scientists’ treatise of the JFK forensic evidence, Hear No Evil by Donald Thomas. As I made clear in my review of that book, I am in full agreement with Six Seconds In Dallas author Josiah Thompson when he writes that “Don Thomas has produced the best book on the Kennedy Assassination published within the last thirty years…His book sets the table for all future discussions of what happened in Dealey Plaza” With this in mind, it was difficult not to make comparisons between the two works and it would be fair to say that, to my mind, Chambers’ book did not come off favourably. I had hoped that with Thomas’ book running to nearly 800 pages, Chambers’ relatively slim 250 page volume would be the one I would be happy to recommend to newcomers to the case. But this was not to be. As I hope to show, although there are some good points scattered throughout Head Shot, they are unfortunately out-weighed by a number of factual errors, flawed analysis and glaring contradictions that would be sure sure to mislead the less informed reader.

    I

    It is only fair that I begin by highlighting some of the better parts of the book. One of the areas that Chambers does a respectable job on is the acoustics evidence first brought to light by the House Select Committee on Assassinations. Like Don Thomas, Chambers places great emphasis on the remarkable concordance between the dictabelt recording and the other known evidence because, as Chambers writes, “Consistency with other evidence is very important to scientists.” (p. 73) In their desperate attempts to shoot down the acoustics, anti-conspiracy buffs and Warren Commission adherents like Dale Myers, Gerald Posner and—despite his pledge not to withhold anything from the reader—Vincent Bugliosi, never see fit to report what it was that convinced the HSCA acoustic experts that they had found a genuine audio recording of the shots in Dealey Plaza. Namely, the “order in the data.” The fact is, everything about the Dallas Police dictabelt recording fit together all too well with what was already known about the circumstances of the assassination’ and synchronized perfectly with the other crucial record of the crime; the Zapruder film.

    When the HSCA experts analyzed the suspect impulses on the dictabelt alongside the sounds of test shots recorded by an array of microphones placed along the Presidential parade route in Dealey Plaza, “they found something extraordinary…they found a number of significant matches.” (p. 123) Firstly, rather than falling in some random order, the matches fell in the correct 1-2-3-4-5 topographic order. Secondly, as Chambers explains, “When the locations of the microphones that recorded matches in the 1978 reconstruction were plotted on a graph of time versus distance, it was found that the location of the microphones that recorded matches were clustered around a line on the graph that was consistent with the known speed of the motorcade (11 mph), as estimated from the Zapruder film.” (ibid) Thirdly, the fourth impulse in the sequence was matched with “a confidence level of 95 percent” to a shot fired from the grassy knoll. (p. 126) And finally, when the fourth impulse is aligned with the explosion of JFK’s head at Zapruder frame 313, the third impulse falls at the only other visible reaction to a shot on the film; the flipping of Governor Connally’s lapel at frame 225. This means that the exact same 4.8 second gap between shots is found on both the audio and visual evidence. These correlations between the acoustics and all other known data provide the most convincing reasons to believe that the dictabelt is a genuine recording of the assassination gunfire.

    Predictably, the conclusions of the HSCA scientists received almost instantaneous criticism from the FBI and a National Research Council panel commissioned by the Justice Department. The NRC panel received a great deal of attention because it was chaired by a distinguished Harvard physicist, Professor Norman Ramsey, and had as its most active member a Nobel Prize winner, Luis Alvarez. But despite the credentials of its members, none of whom were actually experts in acoustics, the only remotely significant challenge the panel was able to present in its report was an instance of “cross-talk”. They used this to claim that it placed the suspected shots a full minute after the assassination. However, as Dr. Thomas explained, “there are multiple—five—instances of cross-talk” on the dictabelt that “do not even synchronize with one another…Hence, the cross-talk does not prove that the putative gunshots are not synchronous with the shooting.” (Hear No Evil, p. 662) Discussing the NRC panel, Chambers writes, “A great reputation is no proof against being wrong. In general, criticizing a successful experimental scientist, like [HSCA acoustic expert] Dr. Barger, in his area of expertise is a dicey proposition. Someone who does acoustical analysis for a living is not likely to make major mistakes in his field of investigation.” But, “leaving reputations aside and focusing only on the data, who is more likely to be right?” (pp. 141-142)

    As mentioned above, the order in the data is by itself hugely compelling. The last in the sequence of test shot matches occurred at a microphone 143 feet from the first, and the time between the first and last suspected shots on the dictabelt was 8.3 seconds. In order for the Police motorcycle officer whose stuck microphone was suspected of recording the gunfire to travel 143 feet in 8.3 seconds he would need to be traveling at approximately 11 mph—almost the exact speed at which the FBI estimated the Presidential limousine was moving on Elm street. (Thomas, p. 583) As Chambers asks, “What are the odds of that happening randomly?…One could certainly insert a big number for the total number of possibilities, leaving a very small probability that this would happen randomly. But it isn’t necessary.” (p. 142) On top of this, we have the fact that the timing of the shots fits so perfectly with the reactions seen on the Zapruder film.

    • “Syncing the final head shot from the grassy knoll to frame 312…” Chambers explains, “the probability of finding the shot that hit Connally to within five frames…is about one in a hundred…Matching up the first shot to the frames before Kennedy reaches the Stemmons Freeway sign and the second shot to a strike of Kennedy behind the sign is another one chance in a hundred times one chance in a hundred for a one-in-ten-thousand chance for an accidental match.”
    • Multiplying all this by the probability of all shot origins falling in the correct order is another one chance in sixteen, “yielding a one-in-sixteen-million chance that the acoustic analysis could match up the timing and shot sequence in the Zapruder film by chance.” Multiplying the probability of both the order in the data and the synchronization of the audio film being random together, “it is readily established that there is only one chance in eleven billion that both correlations could occur as the result of random noise.” (pp. 142-143) [As if all that wasn’t enough, Dr. Thomas, who is an expert statistician, calculated the odds of a random impulse having the acoustic fingerprint of a shot from the grassy knoll as “100,000 to one, against.” (Thomas, p. 632)]

    So, to return to Chambers’ earlier question, “Who is more likely to be right?” The likes of Dale Myers who, despite there being no film or photograph showing the acoustically required position, insists his analysis “proves” the police motorcycle was not where it needed to be? Or “the acoustic and sonar specialists who believe that the sounds of gunshots are apparent on the tapes from Dealey Plaza”? If Chambers’ math is correct, and there really is only a one in 11 billion chance that the near-perfect correlations between the dictabelt and the other evidence could occur accidentally, I know where I’m putting my money down.

    II

    In another highly enjoyable chapter titled “Reclaiming History?”, the author takes Vincent Bugliosi to task for the flawed reasoning that permeated his bloated and tedious tome. To be honest, in his comprehensive multi-part review, Jim DiEugenio has proven six ways to Sunday that picking instances of abysmal logic from Reclaiming History is a bit like shooting fish in a barrel. But the examples Chambers presents are nonetheless entertaining.

    In his introduction, Bugliosi recounts a tale of attending a trial lawyers convention at which he sought to “prove in one minute or less that close to six hundred lawyers were not thinking intelligently.” The former prosecutor asked his audience for a show of hands as to how many of them rejected the findings of the Warren Commission and a “forest of hands went up, easily 85 to 90 percent” of those in attendance. He then asked for a “show of hands as to those who had seen the recent movie JFK or at any time in the past had ever read any book or magazine article propounding the conspiracy theory or otherwise rejecting the findings of the Warren Commission.” Again a large number of hands were raised at which point Bugliosi opined, “I’m sure you will all agree…that before you form an intelligent opinion on a matter in dispute you should hear both sides of the issue…With that in mind, how many of you have read the Warren Report?” This time, a much smaller number of hands were raised. “In one minute…” Bugliosi claims, “I had proved my point. The overwhelming majority in the audience had formed an opinion rejecting the findings of the Warren Commission without bothering to read the Commission’s report” (Reclaiming History, pp. xxiv-xxv)

    Whilst to some—most likely the lazy-minded—Bugliosi’s reasoning on this point might appear sound at first blush, like so many of his arguments it is entirely lacking in substance. As Chambers writes, if one were to ask a room full of scientists how many had read the discourses on physics by ancient Greek philosopher, Aristotle (who believed that the Earth could not rotate because everyone would fly off) very few hands would go up. Why? “Because they already know his conclusions are wrong. If his conclusions are wrong, his reasoning must be flawed as well.” (Chambers, p. 148) The same applies to the Warren Report. If you have read the works of first generation critics like Sylvia Meagher, Harold Weisberg and Mark Lane, who all compared the evidence in the Commission’s volumes against the conclusions in its report, then there is no need to read the report for yourself because you already know its conclusions are wrong. Perhaps Bugliosi also believes that before we make up our minds what the evidence tells us about the shape of our planet we need to listen to what the Flat Earth Society has to say.

    Chambers goes on to show the reader how Bugliosi’s “logic” can be contradictory and ultimately self-defeating. As every assassination student knows, seconds after the shots were fired, dozens of Dealey Plaza witnesses, including Dallas police officers and deputy sheriffs, rushed to the area from which they thought shots were coming: the aptly titled “grassy knoll.” But Bugliosi, who maintains that it “would make absolutely no sense at all” for an assassin to choose the knoll as his firing position, claims that while some of the witnesses might have thought they heard shots coming from that location, “most” were running there to pursue the assassin. He goes on to tell us that the only “possible area where a Dealey Plaza spectator might think, at least on the spur of the moment, an assassin would conceivably fire from” is the knoll and concrete pergola area. Why? Because of its “walls and heavy foliage..he would know that the parking lot area behind the knoll and pergola would be the only area an escaping assassin could run through.” (Bugliosi, p. 850) In response to this silliness, Chambers points out that, “First, none of the witnesses said they based their belief that a shot came from the grassy knoll because they deduced that it was the best location for an assassin to be…” In fact, they all based their conclusion on the sound of the shot or the sight of gunsmoke coming from behind the fence. “Second, if the Dealey Plaza witnesses could figure out on the spur of the moment that the grassy knoll was the perfect location for an assassin because of its proximity to Elm Street, its masking cover of fence and foliage, and its unobstructed escape route back through the railroad yard, couldn’t the assassin figure that out as well?” (Chambers, p. 169) Thus, Bugliosi finds himself in the unenviable position of having been hoist with his own petard.

    Despite the fact that more than fifty witnesses believed shots were fired from the knoll, Bugliosi has no problem dismissing the relevance of their testimonies. Unbelievably, he is not the least bit impressed by the credibility of this vast number of people. Even though it included Secret Service agents, Presidential aides, Dallas law enforcement and newspaper reporters. As Chambers observes, during his time as a Deputy District Attorney for Los Angeles County, Bugliosi put five men on death row for the murder of Sharon Tate and six others and he did so based on the testimony of a single witness. “How is it then” Chambers asks, “that Mr. Bugliosi can dismiss out of hand the fifty witnesses who reported seeing smoke, hearing gunshots, or seeing assassins behind the fence on the grassy knoll? Given that one witness is enough to close a capital murder case, how is it then that Mr. Bugliosi believes that the testimony of fifty eyewitnesses isn’t sufficient to warrant an investigation?” (pp. 169-170) It is a valid question indeed. Apparently one witness is enough when lives hang in the balance; but fifty just won’t cut it when you’re writing a book.

    Before moving on, I’d like to add an example of my own that I think demonstrates how easily toppled Bugliosi’s arguments are by the evidence he omits. Having claimed, somewhat amusingly, to have proven that Oswald was the lone gunman in Dealey Plaza, Bugliosi tells us that “no group of top-level conspirators would ever employ someone as unstable and unreliable as Oswald to commit the biggest murder in history…” (Bugliosi, p. 977) In fact, he tells us, “To believe a group of conspirators like the CIA or mob would entrust the biggest murder in American history to Oswald, of all people, is too preposterous a notion for any rational person to harbor in his or her mind for more than a millisecond.” (p. 1446) Even if we accept his claim that Oswald was the lone assassin, Bugliosi’s claim that this rules out a conspiracy with the CIA is contradicted by the words of the Agency itself!

    As Bugliosi was no doubt aware, 1997 saw the declassification of a very interesting document; the CIA’s 1953 instructional manual, A Study of Assassination. The would-be killers manual describes a number of assassination scenarios including one code-named “lost.” “In lost assassination” it states, “the assassin must be a fanatic of some sort. Politics, religion, and revenge are about the only feasible motives. Since a fanatic is unstable psychologically, he must be handled with extreme care. He must not know the identities of the other members of the organization, for although it is intended that he die in the act, something may go wrong.” So if we are to believe Bugliosi’s portrait of Oswald as an unstable, fanatical leftist with delusions of grandeur, it appears that by the CIA’s own admission he would be exactly the type of man it would use as an assassin.

    III

    It may seem like a trivial point to some but Chambers’ treatment of the Warren Commission and its report is just simply inadequate. To be frank, it is shallow and apologetic. The reason being that for information concerning the inner workings and motivations of the Commission the author chose to rely heavily on the book Inquest by CIA-friendly author Edward Epstein. It is more than a little baffling why Chambers would use Epstein’s flawed and outdated 1965 book as his main source rather than Gerald McKnight’s authoritative work published in 2003, Breach of Trust: How the Warren Commission Failed the Nation and Why. But not only do nearly half of the footnotes for his Commission critique refer to Inquest, Chambers actually titles his second chapter “Edward Epstein” and incorrectly refers to him as “the first person to criticize the conclusions of the Warren Commission in print.” (p. 31)

    As most genuine researchers today understand, Inquest was not a true investigation of the Commission and Epstein was never a true critic. And although it seemed to escape the attention of many at the time, this is actually made clear in the introduction to his book written by journalist and political columnist Richard H. Rovere. “Mr. Epstein does not challenge or even question the fundamental integrity of the Commission or its staff” Rovere writes. “He discards as shabby ‘demonology’ the view that the Commissioners collusively suppressed evidence…His concern when he undertook this study was not with the conclusions the Commission reached; it was with the processes of fact finding employed by an agency having a complex and in some ways ambiguous relationship to the bureaucracy that brought it into being.” (Epstein, pp.. x-xi) Of course, it is not “shabby demonology” to accuse the Commission of suppressing evidence. It is a fact, pure and simple. A single example will be sufficient to prove this point.

    As the transcript of the Commission’s January 27, 1964, executive session shows, it was fully aware that President Kennedy’s back wound was lower than the hole in his throat:

    RANKIN: Then there is a great range of material in regard to the wounds, and the autopsy and this point of exit or entrance of the bullet in the front of the neck…We have an explanation there in the autopsy that probably a fragment came out the front of the neck, but with the elevation the shot must have come from, the angle, it seems quite apparent now, since we have the picture of where the bullet entered in the back, that the bullet entered below the shoulder blade, to the right of the backbone, which is below the place where the picture shows the bullet came out in the neckband of the shirt in front, and the bullet, according to the autopsy didn’t strike any bone at all, that particular bullet, and go through. So how it could turn—

    BOGGS: I thought I read that bullet just went in a finger’s length.

    RANKIN: That is what they first said. [Author‘s emphasis]

    As the Commission collected the facts of the shooting it quickly became obvious that the only way it would be able to pin the blame solely on Oswald would be to endorse Arlen Specter’s Single Bullet Theory. But this meant that the back wound had to be higher than the throat wound. The answer to this apparently insurmountable problem was simple: Commission member and future president Gerald Ford simply moved the wound up the body to the back of President Kennedy’s neck. (McKnight, p. 193) And to insure that they got away with it, the Commission kept the autopsy photos out of its report and the accompanying 26 volumes of hearings and exhibits. No matter what the Commission’s apologists want you to believe, this one decision is solid proof that the Warren Commission was engaged in a deliberate cover-up and suppression of evidence. Period.

    Quoting Epstein, Chambers writes that the Commission operated with dual purposes. “If the explicit purpose of the Commission was to ascertain and expose the facts, the implicit purpose was to protect the national interest by dispelling rumors.” (Chambers, p. 32) Hogwash! The Commission had one purpose and one purpose only: To insure that the buck stopped with Oswald. Ascertaining and exposing the facts was only its official charge. In practice it was never part of the equation.

    In the days following the assassination, President Johnson had received a number of false reports from the CIA’s Mexico City station claiming that two months previously, Lee Harvey Oswald had been in Mexico City meeting with communist agents. CIA station chief, Winston Scott, claimed to have uncovered evidence that Cuban Premiere Fidel Castro, with possible Soviet support, had paid Oswald to assassinate President Kennedy. Johnson, already shaken up by information he received from FBI director J. Edgar Hoover that someone impersonating Oswald had been in contact with the Soviet embassy in Mexico, began to see the specter of nuclear war looming large over Washington. (McKnight, p. 24) As we now know, LBJ had been at the receiving end of an elaborate ruse orchestrated by the CIA, aimed at laying the blame for the assassination at Castro’s door. Its ultimate goal appears to have been provoking a U.S. invasion of Cuba.

    After leaving office, Johnson told Walter Cronkite of CBS news that on becoming president he had discovered that Kennedy “had been operating a damned Murder Inc. in the Caribbean.” JFK, he had been led to believe, had tried to kill Castro, but Castro had got to him first. Johnson, it appears, had fallen for the CIA’s deception, hook, line and sinker. But rather than risk nuclear war with the USSR by retaliating against the Cubans, he chose instead to pin the blame squarely on Oswald’s shoulders. At the suggestion of columnist Joe Alsop and Yale Law School’s Gene Rostow, LBJ selected a Presidential Commission as the best way to achieve this end. When he chose Earl Warren to chair the Commission, Johnson explained to the reluctant Chief Justice that 40 million lives were hanging in the balance. As historian David Wrone explains, “Clearly, LBJ was implying that if the public perceived Oswald to be part of a much larger plot—that is, a communist conspiracy—there would be calls for retaliation, which would quickly escalate into nuclear war. For that reason…the crime had to be shown to be the work of Oswald alone…With that realization…Warren accepted the chairmanship of the commission, seeking to shut down the communist conspiracy rumor mill and confirm Oswald as the lone assassin.” (The Zapruder Film: Reframing JFK’s Assassination, pp. 144-145) This was the one and only purpose of the Warren Commission and it is clearly evident in any honest study of its investigation.

    IV

    In my view, Chambers’ handling of the medical evidence is by far the most disappointing aspect of this book. I found myself shaking my head in several places, and I think my jaw actually dropped at one point. He makes a number of bold statements without backing them up or even mentioning the evidence to the contrary. He pushes an outdated and incredible theory involving the handling of Kennedy’s body. And he makes one particular claim that many may find beyond belief.

    Taking what some readers may feel is too long a digression in what is a fairly slim book ostensibly about the Kennedy assassination, Chambers attempts to explain “How Science Arrives At the Truth.” In so doing, he relates the story of “Piltdown Man”, a famous anthropological hoax concerning the finding of a skull and jawbone from a previously unknown early human that “hindered progress in the field of anthropology for decades.” It took more than forty years for the fossils to be exposed as a 600-year-old human skull and an 800-year-old lower jawbone from an orangutan that had been chemically stained to make them appear ancient. (Chambers, pp. 65-71) Chambers proceeds to tell us that “In the final analysis, Kennedy’s corpse is America’s Piltdown Man.” (p. 113) Why does he say that? Because he subscribes to David Lifton’s body alteration hypothesis.

    In a nutshell, Lifton believes that because the original statements of the Parkland Hospital physicians who treated the moribund President indicated that he was shot from the front, but the autopsy surgeons in Bethesda concluded he was struck only from behind, his body must have been stolen whilst aboard the Presidential aircraft, Air Force One, and the wounds altered to conform to the official story. Of all the many, many problems with Lifton’s wild and outlandish theory perhaps the most destructive is the fact there was never any opportunity for the body to be stolen. As David Wrone explains, “Lifton omits from his account that the body was wet, dripping in blood and other fluids that, when lifted from the coffin, would have left telltale signs and alerted aides, crew, and guards…Further, when the pallbearers placed the coffin on board, steel wrapping cables were placed around it and its lid to prevent shifting during takeoff and landing and in case of air disturbances in flight, as must be done to cargo on airplanes for safety. Removing and replacing such cables would have required time and opportunity that were unavailable to any would-be conspirators. In addition, the casket was under ample armed guard at all times during the flight, a fact that Lifton neglects to mention.” (Wrone, p. 133)

    In an interview with author Harrison Livingstone in 1987, long-time aide and friend to President Kennedy Dave Powers swore that “the coffin was never unattended.” He called Lifton’s book “The biggest pack of malarkey I ever heard in my life. I never had my hands or eyes off it [the coffin] during the period he says it was unattended…we stayed right there with the coffin and never let go of it. In fact several of us were there with it through the whole trip, all the way to Bethesda Naval Hospital. It couldn’t have happened the way that fellow said. Not even thirty seconds. I never left it. There was a general watch. We organized it.” (Livingstone, High Treason, p. 40)

    Chambers is well aware of this problem, but he tries to talk his way round it. Bear with me: he first he makes mention of the street magic of illusionist David Blaine and the famous disappearing Jumbo Jet illusion performed by David Copperfield. Based on this he reasons that “if one asks if it were possible to pull sleight-of-hand or use misdirection to make Kennedy’s body disappear, sneak it off the plane, alter it, and return it, the answer would have to be in the affirmative.” (Chambers, p. 112) I actually couldn’t believe what I was reading at this point. Does it really deserve a response? Just who does Chambers think was involved in this conspiracy? Siegfried and Roy? What makes it even worse is that Chambers is employing a classic double-standard. In a separate chapter he argues for the authenticity of the Zapruder film precisely because “No opportunity existed in the film’s chain of custody to enable conspirators to filch and alter the film.” (p. 188) Of course, he is right about the Zapruder film but he should have applied the same reasoning to Lifton’s flawed allegation.

    But Lifton is not the only source whom Chambers allows to lead him up the garden path. He also buys into the disinformation spouted by Gary Mack and the Discovery Channel in their absolutely appalling documentary, Inside the Target Car. Chambers writes that “if a 6.5 mm frangible round struck Kennedy in the back of the head, it likely would have blown his head off. This was proven by a live-fire test into the head of an anthropomorphic dummy representing Kennedy conducted by the Discovery Channel in 2008.” (p. 162) For those who missed the show, Mack had world class marksman Michael Yardley fire a soft nosed hunting bullet from a .30 caliber Winchester rifle at a dummy head. Shockingly, the “replica” head was completely obliterated; there was quite literally nothing left above the “neck.” Whilst it’s easy to understand how the average viewer might have taken this display at face value it is harder to believe that someone with a Ph. D. in physics could be suckered by the Discovery Channel. But suckered Chambers was.

    As author Don Thomas reported, “human heads do not disintegrate when struck by rifle bullets, even high-powered hunting rounds. They do burst open and are considerably deformed, as can be seen in photographs of such victims in [Vincent] DiMiao’s (1993) textbook Gunshot Wounds, but they do not disintegrate.” Like Jim DiEugenio and Millicent Cranor, Dr. Thomas immediately recognized the problem with Mack’s live-fire test; “whatever materials went into the construction of the model heads…they were far more fragile than the real thing.” (Thomas, p. 366) In other words, the test was rigged. And what makes Chambers’ acceptance of this farce all the more puzzling is that he himself postulates that Kennedy’s head was struck by a frangible round!

    Chambers makes his biggest blunders when discussing the autopsy X-rays. He attempts to cast doubt on their authenticity by writing matter-of-factly that “Kennedy’s face was described as undamaged by witnesses” but “the official x-rays of Kennedy’s head appeared to show a large portion of his front right skull missing.” (pp. 103-104) As he admits, he bases this on the work of researcher Robert Groden who has been making this claim for a couple of decades now. The problem is, as far as I’m aware, not a single medical professional has ever supported Groden’s obviously erroneous interpretation of missing frontal bone. So the question is: Why would a scientist like Chambers defer to the unqualified opinion of Bob Groden, who has absolutely no medical qualifications and no training in reading X-rays rather than, say, Dr. David Mantik or Dr. Joseph N. Riley, two men who actually do have such qualifications? I found this extremely disturbing and perplexing to say the least. But based largely on this incorrect interpretation Chambers concludes that “The official autopsy x-ray photo released to the public is clearly not that of Kennedy’s head.” (p. 109)

    But Chambers is withholding from his readers the steps the HSCA took to authenticate the X-rays over thirty years ago. The committee asked two forensic anthropologists, Dr. Ellis R. Kerley and Dr. Clyde C. Snow, to study the autopsy X-rays alongside pre-mortem X-rays of President Kennedy. As their report states, “It is a well established fact that human bone structure varies uniquely from one individual to another…so that the total pattern of skeletal architecture of a given person is as unique as his or her fingerprints. Forensic anthropologists have long made use of this fact in establishing the positive identifications of persons killed in combat…” (Vol. 7 HSCA p. 43) After performing their analysis, the experts concluded that “the skull and torso radiographs taken at autopsy match the available ante mortem films of the late President in such a wealth of intricate morphological detail that there can be no reasonable doubt that they are indeed X-rays of John F. Kennedy and no other person.” (ibid. p. 45) On top this, a forensic dentist, Dr. Lowell J. Levine, compared the X-rays with JFK’s previously existing dental records and reported that the “autopsy films…are unquestionably of the skull of President Kennedy” and that “the unique and individual dental and hard tissue characteristics which may be interpreted from the autopsy films…could not be simulated.” (ibid. p. 61)

    The findings of these experts have never been questioned or challenged by any medical or forensic professionals and can rightly be said to establish that the X-rays are indeed of President Kennedy. It is one thing to claim, as Dr. Mantik does, that they have been altered in order to hide evidence of a blow-out to the back of the skull. But for Chambers to insist that the “official autopsy x-ray photo released to the public is clearly not that of Kennedy’s head” is not just misleading; it is downright wrong. For me, this was far and away Chambers’ worst moment.

    But the statement that is sure to antagonize and confuse the largest majority of conspiracy believers is the following: “The doctors at Parkland Hospital noted no wounds of any kind on Kennedy’s face, the rear of his head, or the left side of his head.” [my emphasis] (Chambers, p. 205) Once again, I was flabbergasted. It has been so well documented in so many places that it is barely worth repeating here, but the vast majority of Parkland staff reported a wound that had all the appearances of an exit in the “right occipitoparietal” region of the skull—the right rear. In fact, this is superbly recorded in books by the two authors Chambers relied upon so heavily for his medical analysis; Robert Groden and David Lifton. In chapter 13 of his bestselling book, Best Evidence, Lifton quotes extensively from the sworn testimonies of the Dallas physicians and their descriptions of the President’s head wound. For example he quotes Dr. Ronald Jones as having seen “a large defect in the back side of the head.” Dr. Charles Carrico as recalling “a large gaping wound, located in the right occipitoparietal area.” And Dr. Malcolm Perry as locating the wound in the “right posterior cranium.” (Best Evidence, paperback edition, p. 367) For his photographic record of the assassination, Groden went one better. He published pictures of well over a dozen Dallas witnesses—including seven doctors and a nurse—placing a hand to their own heads to demonstrate the location of the wound. All put a hand near the back of the head. (The Killing of a President, pp. 86-88)

    How all of this could have escaped Chambers’ attention is completely beyond me.

    V

    The final point that needs to be addressed is what for some may be the selling point of Head Shot—the author’s professed identification of the rifle used by the grassy knoll gunman. Chambers writes that “Because Kennedy’s head recoils backward at the moment of impact, it is reasonable to conclude, based on the law of conservation of momentum, that the bullet that struck him arrived from the front side of the head, remained trapped inside, and never exited.” (p. 205) He notes that the Zapruder film shows multiple jets of blood, bone, and brain matter discharging from the right side of JFK’s head and declares that this is consistent with the use of a small caliber, high-velocity frangible round traveling at approximately 4,000 feet per second. “A prime candidate” he tells us, “for the high-speed rifle with high accuracy and a small-caliber round is the [Winchester] .220 Swift, a favorite assassination weapon of the 1960s.” (pp. 207-208) Then with the help of some fancy mathematics he affirms, at least to his own satisfaction, that .220 Swift was indeed the murder weapon.

    The most immediately obvious problem with this conclusion is the authors’ previously mentioned belief that there was no exit wound anywhere in the head. If the wound seen in the right rear of the skull by the Dallas physicians was, as their descriptions indicate, a point of exit, then it goes without saying that Chambers’ theory is off to a false start. But there is another piece of scientific evidence—evidence that Chambers accepts and promotes—that directly contradicts his identification of the murder weapon: The Dallas Police dictabelt.

    As Don Thomas has written, the muzzle velocity of the grassy knoll rifle can be determined from its acoustic fingerprint:

    The distance from the assassin’s position behind the stockade fence to the motorcycle’s microphone was an estimated 220 feet. At an ambient temperature of 65ºF the velocity of sound is 1123 feet per second…the arrival time of the muzzle blast [was calculated] at 195.6 milliseconds after the gun was fired. The precedence of the shock wave was…25 milliseconds…Therefore, the arrival time of the latter was 170.9 milliseconds after firing. Again, the shockwave emanated from a point on its trajectory just before striking the President, which was a distance of 141 feet in front of the motorcycle. The time for the shock wave to travel that distance was 125.5 milliseconds. The difference, 45.4 milliseconds is the bullet’s flight time. This calculates to a mean velocity of 2202 feet per second. Adding 11.5 percent for air resistance gives a calculated muzzle velocity of 2455 feet per second.” (Thomas, p. 600)

    Because the HSCA scientists’ analysis allowed ±5 feet for the location of the shooter there is a degree of error built in to this figure—approximately ±104 feet per second. This means that the grassy knoll rifle had a muzzle velocity of approximately 2,350 to 2,550 feet per second which is considerably less than the 4,000 feet per second muzzle velocity of the .220 Winchester Swift. Therefore the reader must make a choice between Chambers’ reconstruction of the head shot—which is based on a dismissal of both the hard evidence of the X-rays and the soft evidence of the Dallas doctors’ testimonies—and his acceptance of the dictabelt which the author previously told us has only a 1 in 11 billion chance of not being an authentic recording of the shots. The two are not compatible.

    In the end I believe this contradiction sums up Chambers’ work. Despite telling us that “Consistency with other evidence is very important to scientists” he appears to have studied each point in isolation and then cherry-picked the details that fit his own thesis. The one point it can really be said that Dr. G. Paul Chambers Ph. D. both makes and proves in his book is that credentials and a good reputation are no proof against being wrong.

  • Jesse Ventura’s Conspiracy Theory on JFK


    I: Introduction

    CTKA has some respect for Jesse Ventura and his book, American Conspiracies, co-written with Dick Russell. As for Ventura’s series Conspiracy Theory, I agree with Jim DiEugenio that it certainly “is what it is” and that Ventura is likely under a lot of pressure to put eyes in front of the screen. And TruTv was brave enough to run the show. But let’s not romanticize them here. Their courage has a more practical application: The channel itself is obsessed with rather unstimulating and seemingly staged “reality” television shows such as Party Heat and Ma’s Roadhouse and Full Throttle Saloon. Once we accept that the channel’s viewers are largely male, hormonal, and not likely to be reading, say, JFK and the Unspeakable nor Ventura’s latest book anytime soon, it’s pretty easy to figure out that the bottom line is ratings, advertising, and cash.

    Ventura has said that the series itself is there to entertain and for people to make up their own minds about what they have viewed. That’s all well and good. But his work with Russell would have been a far more stable and rewarding platform to start from. If we are going for “entertainment,” then I have to ask, “When did Russell’s work with Ventura ever become boring or a flop with the wider public?” American Conspiracies, like his other work with Ventura, Don’t Start the Revolution without Me, is a best seller. Jesse Ventura’s a cult hero. He’s popular. So favorable ratings would seem a given: middle-America finds him an extremely interesting figure. Indeed, Ventura turns heads around the world—hence the potential for overseas sales of the show are enormous.

    Why, then, pitch the program to the lowest common denominator? I feel the show preaches far too much to an often ill-informed captive conspiracy market. As a result, it actually alienates more people than it could potentially motivate. It’s not Conspiracy Theory (a title I dislike intensely—as I do not consider myself in any way a “conspiracy theorist”). Its title should instead be either Preaching to the Converted or Opportunity Lost. Indeed, the show loses it with its think-tank scenes.

    It’s readily apparent that the show’s talent spotters, Tara-Anne Johnson and Christine Scowley, couldn’t cast a net in a goldfish pond. Because one has to wonder when looking at the show’s “investigators’ ” bios: How on earth did these people ever get cast as “investigators?” Indeed, I posit that none of Ventura’s researchers—both on- and off-camera—actually know very much about what research into hidden political agendas really entails. I mean in this series they have even called David Icke and Alex Jones “experts” on certain topics. I doubt it.

    Jesse Ventura is an ex-Navy Seal, pro-wrestler, author, actor, and a former mayor and governor. He is, by all accounts, a street-wise guy. As a producer, host, and star of the program then, why didn’t he have, say, an ex-detective, historian, or a tough investigative journalist on his show as (at least) one of his investigators? I don’t buy there being too short a turnover time for this sort of thing. Good professional research is straightforward, not convoluted, and thus time-saving. You consult with people who know their stuff and then you go ahead and make the show. It’s pretty simple.

    As a result, the think-tank group-talk scenes are as inauthentic as the researchers themselves. In fact, they make for some of the lamest television I have ever seen. As Tom Jeffers explains:

    The only thing I hate about his show is when they all get together in the board room and someone tries to play devil’s advocate. It just seems too planned and contrived. Otherwise, keep on Jesse! (Tom Jeffers: Murder Solved, November 20th 2010)

    What’s scary is that the bright spark who thought these scenes a “cool” idea probably thought the opening scene to the Kennedy episode was also a brilliant stroke. I disagree, and will explain why soon enough.

    Now, speaking of mood setting, I realize my introduction has been a little heavy-handed. So I assure the reader that Ventura does bring some positives to this particular episode. Do they outweigh the negatives? Well that’s a good question and it’s going to be answered at the end. But hold tight. It’s a wild ride. In particular, the first seven minutes, which Ed Wood couldn’t have directed better.

    II: “Ron,” the Mark Felt of the New Millennium

    What’s astounding about the graphics and the preview is that it’s almost three minutes (2:43) before any meaningful dialogue is heard. I liked how Ventura let people know about the importance of the assassination. And he is correct, the JFK case is indeed the “grand-daddy of them all,” since it’s where doubts about our government got started. But this is the sole bright spot here. The bridge scene that followed was so ill-conceived that I had to get some objectivity on it. So I proceeded to show the scene to a number of non-assassination minded friends and family (five people total). And they all replied (without suggestion on my behalf) that the bridge sequence was “staged,” “lame,” “funny,” and “cheesy.”

    “Ron,” a man in ailing health, met Ventura on a bridge overlooking what seemed like a freeway (his idea of a secret location). Now there are numerous CCTV cameras around overpasses; in particular, ones near major roads. Furthermore, any motorists coming by on the bridge would have seen those involved as camera crews. To cap it all off, Ventura and “Ron” stood directly under two rather bright, large, and ornate street lights. Where did Ventura’s common sense go here? “Ron,” who appears to be wheelchair-bound, claimed he was given his information while he was working on a film about the assassination. It was handed over by a young CIA operative who wanted the truth out. The stunning revelation from this young man? The CIA and Nixon were involved with the lads from Operation 40, and they killed President Kennedy.

    “Ron” is clearly an amateur when it comes to secret locations. And his “secret documents” weren’t very convincing either. For one, Ron’s source had clearly redacted parts of the front page before he had given it to him. Thus, it looked like Ron’s friend had in fact censored “the truth” for him.

    The likely reality is that Ron’s buddy in the CIA was a narrative creation, and that these documents were just a badly cobbled together batch of photo-copied or printed Freedom of Information (FOIA) documents. In one shot, we can clearly see that one of the sheets is a House Select Committee on Assassinations (HSCA) letter to Thomas Downing, apparently discussing the appointment of its first director Richard Sprague—which has nothing to do with Richard Nixon and Operation 40. Nor does the Oswald backyard photo that can clearly be seen in another shot. My favorite top-secret government document, however, is one that can be seen at 5:32 entitled, “The Guns that Killed Kennedy,” which is one of the most up-front releases from the CIA I have ever seen.

    This strongly suggests that “Ron” is a narrative creation himself, and, in all likelihood, a researcher. Who this shoddy researcher-turned-thespian really is, aside, when Ventura declares to his board that “These documents link the killing of JFK to Watergate,” the damage has been done. For, as we have seen, the documents as seen and revealed prove nothing of the sort.

    Luckily, Ventura seems to change track around the 7:22 minute mark. Instead of going along with Ron’s idea that Nixon was involved in the Kennedy hit, he insists instead that Nixon was set up for Watergate. Okay, fine. He was indeed set up. But he then goes off the rails by speculating that Nixon was dethroned because of his digging into the Kennedy assassination. This leads him into very dangerous waters of the type discussed in CTKA’s reviews of John Hankey’s JFK 2. (Please see The Dark Legacy of John Hankey and JFK 2 Updated.)

    There is simply no evidence that Nixon ever asked CIA Director Richard Helms for the documents pertaining to Operation 40. But there is evidence that Nixon wanted documents pertaining to the Bay of Pigs well before Watergate broke out. Helms delivered the files in question to Nixon on October 21, 1971. But these files were not Nixon’s only concern. He also requested files on the assassinations of Trujillo in the Dominican Republic in May of 1961 and Ngo Dinh Diem circa November 1963 in Vietnam. (David Frost’s interview with Richard Helms 22nd – 23rd of May 1978)

    Why did Nixon want these files? Perhaps to see if there was some possible incrimination of himself in these three theatres prior to Kennedy’s assassination. Or he could have been trying to find dirt on members of the Democratic Party in those events. As mentioned before, Ventura doesn’t go that far. But it needs to be pointed out that a few deluded people like “Ron” have regularly pushed the Nixon-killed-Kennedy angle. But if this was so, then why, Dear Ron, did Nixon wait until 1971 to procure them? He was inaugurated in 1969. Furthermore, it is rumored that Helms didn’t give Nixon all of the available files. Why would Helms not give him those documents? Maybe because it was his—not Nixon’s—role he was likely afraid of divulging.

    Another important and often overlooked aspect by the “Nixon in on it” lobby is the meeting H. R. Halderman refers to in his book, The Ends of Power. This happened on the 23rd of June, 1972. It is referred to as the infamous “Bay of Pigs” meeting between Helms and Haldeman in the White House. Helms was told by Halderman that if the FBI didn’t call off their investigation into Watergate, it could bring up the whole “Bay of Pigs” thing. Haldeman later believed that the phrase was code for the “Kennedy assassination.” Helms lost his composure and after calming down instructed his counterpart, deputy General Vernon Walters, to do what Haldeman requested—which, by the way, ended up hurting Nixon during the Watergate scandal.

    Two things here: It was Helms who was clearly worried, not Nixon. Furthermore, Nixon stated, “Well, we protected Helms from one hell of a lot of things.” (Stanley Kutler, Abuse of Power, pg 68) Prior to discussing the Bay of Pigs, however, Nixon vastly underestimated Helms, who had many other methods at his disposal to bring Nixon down: the CIA-controlled news media for one, and willing CIA collaborators—Katherine Graham, Ben Bradlee and Bob Woodward at The Washington Post—for another. He also had top FBI officials on his books as CIA informants. And he had inside men on Nixon’s espionage unit (Howard Hunt and James McCord). In fact, the question arises: Had Helms really had been playing Nixon all the way along?

    Now, let us cut to the chase: What is the proof of a connection between Nixon and Operaiton 40? There has never been any credible evidence of this adduced by anyone. Further, the general feeling amongst researchers is that the Kennedy assassination was enacted likely by an amalgam of individuals. It was not an Operation 40-led initiative, nor could it be called Operation 40. (Larry Hancock, Someone Would Have Talked, p. 372) We also have, for starters, very little real idea of who the assassins were. And I challenge anybody to tell me that Ventura’s investigators are on par with Jim Douglass, David Talbot, Jim Garrison, and Anthony Summers, who looked extensively into anti-Castro Cuban activities and don’t even bother to mention Operation 40 in their works. Gaeton Fonzi looked closer into it than most. He mentions Operation 40, but he never mentions nor hints that this group took out the President; nor does Larry Hancock, who speculates that some members may have been involved. The information about Operation 40’s nefarious murderous dealings from some of its purported members (Marita Lorenz, Gerry Hemming and E Howard Hunt) should be taken with a massive chunk of salt. Hence, I advise caution.

    As for Operation 40 being the masterminds of the Watergate break-in, this is a real stretch of logic. Two of the Watergate team’s leaders, James McCord and Gordon Liddy (who was ex-FBI) were never members of Operation 40. McCord kept an autographed picture of his boss Richard Helms on his desk and is considered the one responsible for purposefully getting the burglars caught by amateurishly taping a door—twice. In fact, the group they presided over was called “the plumbers” and were part of CREEP (Committee to Re-elect the President). Thus, when Ventura says “All of the Watergate burglars were involved in Operation 40” —implying they were all hand picked and selected by Nixon himself, he is badly mistaken. For example, Nixon never actually hired Hunt; it was actually Charles Colson. (Jim Hougan, Secret Agenda, p. 33) In fact, evidence indicates that Nixon didn’t even know that Hunt was on his staff until it was too late.

    Ventura never should have strayed this far. It’s “too much, too soon” and the show is far too short. Nixon and Watergate are deeply complex and deserve their own well-investigated documentary. There are definitely some ties between the Kennedy assassination and Watergate. But to do justice to that subject would take a show perhaps twice as long as this one—with consultants the stature of, say, Jim Hougan, and with information beyond reproach. It was not something to be appended capriciously to a show on the JFK case and is clearly something Ventura’s people did not have the experience, knowledge and acumen to grasp.

    III: Jesse Recovers via Osanic and Prouty

    Up until now things were not looking good. But, seemingly out of nowhere, Ventura finally gets on the board. And by the 7:50 minute mark he really needed to hustle.

    Ventura suddenly states that he is off to see Fletcher Prouty. Of course, Prouty is deceased. But thanks to the many hours of taped interviews by Len Osanic, the Colonel speaks from the grave and offers a ray of hope in the darkness. Though it’s far too brief, Prouty (one of the most misrepresented and misquoted critics in research history, by both pro-conspiracy and lone-nut advocates) is used properly, straight, and to the point this time around. Prouty tells it like it is: Oswald was a US agent and the protection of the president that day was pathetic. Both true assertions. Ventura could have scored more points here. But he has to make the silly call that “Fletcher Prouty backed those CIA documents.” No he didn’t. I have little doubt that had Prouty seen them he would laughed himself silly. But hey, Ventura’s finally got points on the board. And with a click of a bolt-action Mannlicher-Carcano, he’s off to Dallas to score even more.

    Ventura is now in the company of his assistant Alex Piper in Dealey Plaza. Since Colonel Prouty’s cameo, Ventura seems rejuvenated. After a nice run-down of Dealey Plaza and how the events there inspired him “to always question authority,” we next encounter the remarkably well-preserved but decidedly nervous-looking Bill Newman. This was a great little segment and explained how much of a con-job the Commission was by not contacting Newman for his version of events, particularly when has was so close to the action. In addition to being a credible witness, the clincher as to why the Commission didn’t want him is that Newman never thought the shots he heard came from the depository.

    Ventura lurches a little at 13:33 when he says Johnson set up the Warren Commission. He did so in name, but it was actually Eastern Establishment figures Eugene Rostow and Joseph Alsop (both known CIA assets) that applied pressure to Johnson and got him to form the Commission. Johnson was reluctant and had wanted the investigation carried out in Texas. (Donald Gibson in The Assassinations, pgs. 3-17) But it’s a nice return when he mentions that Ford on his deathbed admitted the CIA “had destroyed or withheld critical evidence” (Gerald Ford: Foreword, pg XXII Warren Commission Report. 2004). Ventura then quickly discusses the joke of the “magic bullet theory” and Arlen Specter‘s work on it. It was also good that he mentioned Ford’s admission that he altered the placement of the wounds to conform to Specter’s representation of what happened. This was all done with a minimum of fuss.

    Though the extremely quick editing throughout the show was slightly annoying, there were some nice technical elements in this segment. The camera set-ups and cutting of juxtaposing pictures of Newman in relation to Kennedy and the car were very well done. Another goody was the brief transposition of the Moorman Knoll photo taken in 1963 with Dealey Plaza of today. It was an oddly haunting image in a show that tried too hard to provide a sense of the sinister. Ventura even succeeds in making Piper look interesting as he explains the “back and to the left” motion and the potential shot from the knoll. Thus, even if he had overlooked having a brief chat with Dealey Plaza talisman Bob Groden, Ventura scores another palpable hit.

    The big guy is on a roll.

    IV: Off to see The Wizard

    At around 15:26 he’s off to see the “Woeful Wizard” of Dealey Plaza, Gary Mack, in the Sixth Floor Texas School Book Depository Museum. Ventura does well explaining to the audience that the proprietors advocate the lone gunman theory. He doesn’t do so well when Mack explains the reason why the window is sectioned off like it is.

    The whole thing about this corner of the building’s historical integrity is a joke. There are numerous accounts of the crime scene being contaminated, nay, changed around after the shooting. Here’s another stinker: The boxes we see in the enclosure haven’t been in place there since 1963. They are in fact duplicates. The window frame was actually removed once-upon-a-time, and there’s even a debate about the current one’s authenticity.

    If Jesse hadn’t been taken in by Mack’s charm-offensive, he really could have torn him up. As it stands, however, the original wooden floor line and Mack’s enduring quest for authenticity gets funnier and funnier—and more hypocritical—the more I think about it. Thus, I have to give Ventura a point here. In fact, Mack gave it to him on a platter.

    At 16:06 Ventura now goes on the range to take on some hay bales. The irony here is that, unlike Gary Mack and his nefarious recreations, Ventura admits that his targets are stationary. Thus, his honesty in the shortcomings of this experiment earns him a point here. But Ventura makes a bit of a mistake also. Oswald actually had 5.6 seconds to perform the shooting. However, Ventura by adding close to an extra second to make it 6.3 seconds aids Oswald’s cause. And it’s actually an interesting mistake, as Ventura doesn’t even get anywhere near the bungled time, let alone the official 5.6 seconds.

    Here, it would have been good to include an independent marksman or two. The reality is that an experiment of this magnitude really deserves an entire show. But it was good that Ventura mentioned the failed experiments by the military for the Warren Commission. Thus, in spite of the problems, I think Ventura did well enough and scores a few good points here once more. But again, he could have done better. Ventura tends to make mistakes when bad researchers are lurking around. He would have been better served with higher-quality people.

    It’s 18:50 now, and we return to the “Wiz” Gary Mack (the magical conjurer of tricks like Inside the Target Car for the History Channel—real name: Larry Dunkel) in the depository. For Mack’s sake, Ventura explains his Mannlicher-Carcano target practice tests, expresses his serious doubts as to Oswald’s miraculous marksmanship, and then asks the Wiz: “You’re the curator of this museum, so naturally you have to follow museum policy. Let’s pretend we’re not here. Let’s pretend you and I are sittin’ out havin’ a “cold one.” What’s your position at that point?” Mack admits that in his quiet times (when he’s not sitting on his wand) he has suspicions that “there’s more to it than Oswald.”

    Ventura scores again, but it’s really no different to what Mack and Dave Perry have said to numerous other people involved in research over the years. That being the HSCA concluded that there was a probable conspiracy in the assassination of John F. Kennedy.

    V: Oswald’s Route

    We are now more-or-less halfway through at 20:05. It was bumpy at the start, but it hasn’t really been too bad thus far. There are some nice graphics showing where and how Oswald got to his rooming house at North Beckley after the assassination. But I think Ventura, after some good stuff in discussing the frailty of the Oswald description, fails to raise the bar here. He could have briefly mentioned the dubious manner in which it came about not to mention—as Tony Frank pointed out at JFK Lancer—that Oswald’s description was similar to one given to the CIA a month before his rise to infamy:

    Back on October 10, 1963, after CIA Headquarters received a report that someone using the name Lee Oswald contacted the Soviet Embassy, a cable to the CIA’s Mexico City station informed them that there is a 23-year-old defector named Oswald, who has “light brown wavy hair,” is “five feet ten inches” tall, and weighs “one hundred sixty five pounds.”

    Ventura also never entertains recreating and timing the distance that Oswald had to walk from Beckley to 10th and Patton. As explained by John Armstrong below, these calculations make it extremely difficult to make it to Tippit’s death scene in the time that Tippit was first reported killed. The following would have been a fun exercise (in line with his recreation of Oswald’s purported shooting attempt, and need not have taken up much time at all):

    If Tippit was shot as early as 1:10, “Harvey Oswald” could not possibly have run from his rooming house to 10th & Patton…in 6 minutes. In addition to this time problem, not a single witness, in heavily populated Oak Cliff, saw anyone resembling Harvey Oswald after the Tippit shooting (except Mrs. Roberts and those at the Texas Theatre).

    In order for the Warren Commission to assert that Oswald killed Tippit, there had to be enough time for him to walk from his rooming house to 10th & Patton—about a mile away. The Warren Commission and HSCA ignored [Helen] Markham’s time of 1:06 PM, did not interview T. F. Bowley (1:10 PM), did not ask Roger Craig (1:06 PM) and did not use the time shown on original Dallas police logs. Instead, the Warren Commission (1964) concluded that Oswald walked that distance in 13 minutes. The House Select Committee on Assassinations (1978) determined the time was 14 minutes, 30 seconds. Both concluded Oswald was last seen at the corner of Beckley and Zang at 1:03 PM. Either of their times, 13 minutes or 14 minutes and 30 seconds, would place Oswald at 10th & Patton at 1:16 PM or later. The time of the Tippit shooting as placed by the Commission,1:16 PM, contradicted the testimony of Markham, Bowley, Craig and the Dallas Police log. Another problem for the Warren Commission to overcome was the direction in which Oswald was walking. If he was walking west, as all of the evidence suggested, he would have had to cover even more ground in the same unreasonably short period of time. The Dallas Police recorded that the defendant was walking “west in the 400 block of East 10th.” The Commission ignored the evidence—5 witnesses and the official Dallas Police report of the event—and said he was walking east, away from the Texas Theater.

    Now some have complained that Ventura takes it as a given that Oswald performed the execution of the policeman. I don’t see it that way. Ventura makes the point that Oswald, after shooting Tippit, dumped his shells as if leaving a trail of breadcrumbs. While he may have needed clarity on this issue, I think he is implying here that Oswald was either stupid or someone else did it to frame him. The Tippit shooting has so many oddities in it that we can’t blame Ventura for not going into them all, e.g., like Oswald’s dropping one of his three wallets that day at the crime scene, and the shells discovered being described as coming from an automatic handgun, or the descriptions of more than one assailant at the scene. These are the tip of the iceberg. And considering what Ventura has “jam packed” into the show thus far, he’s provided a decent overview of events. Yet one can’t help but think that he could have done more in Oak Cliff had he not wasted those precious minutes at the start.

    Ventura and Piper’s journey takes them to a newly revamped Texas Theater, where they meet Jim Marrs, author of the best selling Crossfire. We are now around 22:26 seconds into the action and it already feels like we have covered some distance in that short time. And I must admit, that takes skill. Ventura has given a remarkably concise overview of the day’s events, which, in a small way, makes up for the lost opportunities presented with the Tippit shooting. Marrs’work and his associates outside of his JFK field in the late nineties may raise a few eyebrows nowadays, but he still makes for a good interview. And what he speculates about Oswald’s purpose in the theatre— meeting with a contact to find out what was going on—generally meets with wide agreement. As do his accusations that Oswald was some kind of low-level CIA operative. The stuff about Oswald at Atsugi in Japan, his Russian defection, and George DeMohrenschildt has aroused suspicions for years. Many, including myself, consider DeMohrenschildt to have been Oswald’s handler until George was instructed to offload him into the wolf’s lair, i.e., Ruth and Michael Paine, along the CIA-associated and extremely conservative White Russian community.

    Ventura’s narration and scripting in this part of the show flows nicely, and he sells the idea that if anybody knew or suspected Oswald’s CIA connections it was his widow Marina, who, at 24:16, we now encounter on the phone. While Ventura does well in this segment, one feels there’s a bit of the theatrical in the air because of Marina’s plea for safety about her daughters limiting what she can say. Marina’s daughters actually made public appearances in the early nineties and explained their lives and their suspicions of the official version. June, the eldest daughter, can be seen discussing the topic at the 30th anniversary, and having a little go at Gerald Posner. While Rachel Porter has also gone public.

    After Ventura met with Marina, he also seemed to hype up Marina Oswald’s coming forward about her belief in a conspiracy and her belief in Lee’s innocence on his show. However, she voiced suspicions before this, and rather frequently, as in this discourse with Jack Anderson in 1988. She also said the same kind of things to Danny Schecter in his documentary Beyond JFK: The Question of Conspiracy, and also—as Tony Frank pointed out on the Lancer Forum—on The Oprah Winfrey Show on the 22nd of November, 1996. (This interview was transcribed by the late Rich DellaRosa.)

    But cutting Ventura some slack, Marina has not spoken for a long time, and he does have a show to sell. His asking Marina about Oswald’s ties to the CIA met with an affirmative; his asking her about her ties to the KGB (which she emphatically denied) was a goody; and her feelings about DeMohrenschildt’s ties to the agency were handy to have on the record.

    There was also one controversial and rather complex aspect of the case that I felt Ventura handled quite well. In fact, it was perhaps my favorite part of the show. This was the case of Marina Oswald steadfastly saying that she took the controversial backyard photos. Now, I, for one, advocate for their being at least some element of fakery in the pictures, in particular the image featured on the cover of Life magazine. However, I actually enjoyed Ventura’s different take on Marina Oswald and the photos. Because whether those particular photos are faked or not, it’s forgotten that the issue of their authenticity clouds other, perhaps, more important issues.

    Namely, that Oswald, as shown by Ventura and Marrs, was clearly busy posing as a communist for a good part of his later life. When, quite clearly, he was not one at all. Now, if by some extremely slim chance the photos are genuine, who or what motivated Oswald to pose in them, in his get-up, with two ideologically opposed leftist publications, thus incriminating himself anyhow? This sort of double-ended, measured, and responsible take on an extremely controversial piece of secondary evidence was a nice touch on Ventura’s part. Rather than creating an argument or giving a direct answer, he gave the viewer something to ponder. And, though I disagree, I congratulate him for putting it out there as he did.

    VI: Russ Baker’s Road to Nowhere

    Ventura is really gliding at this point. But all glory is fleeting, particularly when you don’t really have genuine JFK investigators on your staff. Thus, around the 28:00 mark Ventura’s “wet behind the ears” research team did him in. June Sarpong calls Ventura—and bang!—we are in Russ Baker land. The issues surrounding every single thing Baker discussed in this show concerning Bush’s involvement in the assassination have been investigated in depth by Jim DiEugenio in his telling review of Baker’s extremely poor book, Family of Secrets, and indirectly by myself in my essay, The Dark Legacy of John Hankey. Needless to say, Ventura’s golden offensive now turns into a retreat.

    Baker’s statement that Bush had forgotten where he was that day is extraordinary, and I can’t recall Baker making any such claim in his work, Family of Secrets. Furthermore, I could find no statement or source with George Bush ever making that comment, bar Paul Kangas (yet again). And Kangas is one of the worst offenders in terms of serial Bush disinformation. For example, he once again provided absolutely no sources for the following 1991 diatribe in his piece, The Nixon-Bush Connection to the Kennedy Assassination:

    On the day of the assassination Bush was in Texas, but he denies knowing exactly where he was. Since he had been the supervisor for the secret Cuban teams, headed by former Cuban police commander Felix Rodriguez, since 1960, it is likely Bush was also in Dallas in 1963. Several of the Cubans he was supervising as dirty-tricks teams for Nixon, were photographed in the Zagruder film [sic]

    Anybody who can call it the “Zagruder film” and later on say that George’s father’s name was “Preston” rather than “Prescott,” and that “Preston” was running his 1960 campaign (which is utterly bizarre, since Bush first ran for the Senate against Ralph Yarbrough in 1964 and not even Baker says his father was running this campaign then), is someone any real researcher would avoid like the plague. Baker clearly has not checked the veracity of Kangas’ work, and thus clearly is not a genuine researcher. His modus operandi is to angle for the sensational. The “forgetful Bush” story is used to make it out as if George was sneaking around Dallas that day. This is as ludicrous as his reasoning behind the Parrott memo, as Jim DiEugenio writes:

    … First of all, if you were a covert CIA operator in on the Kennedy plot, would you announce in advance that you would be in Dallas to give a speech on the evening of 11/21? Further, would you put that announcement in the newspapers? Well, that is what Bush did in the Dallas Morning News on 11/20.

    At the actual time of the assassination, Bush was in Tyler, Texas. The author says he made the FBI call about Parrott to establish an alibi. This makes no sense. Why? Because Bush already had an alibi. As Kitty Kelley established, the vice-president of the Kiwanis Club—a man named Aubrey Irby—was with Bush at the time of Kennedy’s murder. Along with about a hundred other people. For Bush was about to give a luncheon speech at the Blackstone Hotel. He had just started when Irby told him what had happened. Bush called off the speech. (Baker, p. 54) Question for the author: With about 101 witnesses, why would you need a phone call to establish your alibi?

    The author then writes that Bush told the FBI he would be in Dallas later on the 22nd, and that he would be staying at the Sheraton that night. Baker finds it suspicious that he did not stay the night as he said he was going to. Or as Baker writes in his full Inspector Javert—or John Hankey—mode: “Why state that he expected to spend the night at the Dallas Sheraton if he was not planning to stay?” (p. 59) Well Russ, maybe he was planning to. But because he later realized that Dallas would not be a real good place to campaign in that night, he changed his mind. I mean don’t you think the populace was mentally preoccupied? (review of Baker’s, Family of Secrets, section III)

    As for the Bush/DeMohrenschildt links, the world of oil is a small one. Bush drilled for it and DeMohrenschildt was a geologist who tried to find it. The two then crossed paths. If Bush was so involved in the case and so worried about his connection with DeMohrenschildt, then why is there a public record of their correspondence? Surely, if Bush was concerned about it he wouldn’t have contacted him in any way and he would have found some way to destroy this type of incriminating record. Once again, let’s refer Mr. Baker back to DiEugenio’s wrecking ball:

    Bush made two replies to the 9/76 missive by the Baron. One was to his staff, which had forwarded the letter to him. These are rough bullet notes saying the following: that he did know DeMohrenschildt, that the Baron got involved with dealings in Haiti, that his name was prominent in the Oswald affair, that the Baron knew Oswald prior to the JFK murder, at one time DeMohrenschildt had money, Bush had not heard from him in years, and he was not sure what his role was in the JFK matter. (Baker, p. 267)

    On the whole this is accurate. But Baker takes issue with the last two points. Concerning the first, he says that Bush was in contact with the oil geologist in 1971, and that DeMohrenschildt had written Bush a note when he became GOP County Chair in 1973. Bush may or may not have gotten that note. If he did not, he had not heard from him in about six years. Concerning the last, if Bush was not in on the JFK plot, then in 1976, that was a quite defensible stance.

    Bush wrote the Baron a brief letter back saying he sympathized with his situation. But although there was media attention to his case, he could not find any official interest right then. He then said he wished he could do more, and then signed off. Considering the fact that Epstein and Oltmans were likely working off the books for Angleton, his observation about “official interest” was probably correct. Thus ended the Bush/Baron relationship. Almost like he knows he has very little here, Baker tags on some meandering scuttlebutt about a man named Jim Savage who delivered the Baron’s car to him in Palm Beach on his return from Amsterdam. It’s another of his Scrabble type name association games: Kerr-McGee, the FBI, Sun Oil, even the Pew family. ([Family of Secrets,] pgs. 275-277); (ibid; Section IV)

    But Baker isn’t finished with his performance. At 30:00 he states categorically that “the Baron” had said the following in his correspondence to Bush:

    “Perhaps I have been indiscrete in talking too much about Lee Harvey Oswald”…… Six months later George DeMohrenschildt was dead.

    I could not find this quote in the record. On the first page of his letter to Bush, DeMohrenschildt, briefly mentions he has been “behaving like a damn fool since my daughter died” and he has “tried to write stupidly and unsuccessfully about Lee Harvey Oswald and must have annoyed a lot of people.” It’s abundantly clear he is under duress at this time and the major cause of stress is not his writing about the case, it’s the death of his daughter. And he’s likely mentioning that those people who are annoyed were the ones wanting to give them his story.

    Because what Baker also ignores here is the people he was “annoying” were Willem Oltmans and author Edward Jay Epstein. These two were suspected intelligence assets of James Angleton, who was applying pressure to a slowly unraveling DeMohrenschildt. Of the two, Epstein had the more overt contact with Angleton and was the last person to see DeMohrenschildt alive. I would love to see if Baker could establish a close working relationship between Bush, Epstein, Oltmans, and Angleton—for any amount of money.

    Finally, as for the purported photo of Bush outside the Texas School Book Depository, if George was so high up the “monkey chain,” then why would he allow himself to be photographed in broad daylight outside of the alleged crime scene in the middle of an election campaign? Was he going for the insider’s who-shot-JFK minority-vote? Wouldn’t he be in radio contact at a safe-house or in a nearby building? This picture has been examined at JFK forums like Spartacus Educational from every angle and enlargement. It has met with universal disapproval of being Geroge H. W. Bush. Ventura takes a hit here. And it was wholly unnecessary. It’s also not cushioned by the impact of knowing that he’s going to end his show with none other than Saint John Hunt (as alluded to in his think-tank discussion meeting about the three tramps in which he named E. Howard Hunt as the “old tramp”). Ventura needs something to happen now, and it’s the last chance he’s really going to get.

    VII: Vince gets Minced

    After Baker’s lamentable appeareance, Ventura’s documentary now heads into its final quarter. Next up is Vincent Bugliosi. If Ventura nails it, he stands a good chance of weathering the storm whipped up by Hunt. If Ventura stumbles here, if he actually uses the documents provided by Ron (Fetzer), if he calls in Baker, or if he evokes Hunt, the party really is as good as over. Thankfully, when 33:10 rolls around, Ventura is out of the clutches of Baker, et al. He doesn’t even mention them in any way, shape, or form. Instead, he talks to Vince in an assertive yet polite fashion. And Bugliosi doesn’t handle it very well at all.

    For an extremely long time now, Bugliosi has been using the argument that the CIA or The Mob would be groggy to hire Oswald as a gunman. The point never properly asked of Bugliosi in any interview I’ve seen of him before is: “What serious person maintains he was even a shooter?” And Ventura’s point that he was a perfect patsy troubled Bugliosi greatly. In fact, Ventura was confirming for the world what researchers had known for a long time: namely, that Bugliosi can’t handle what he dishes out. Because when Bugliosi states that there is no evidence that Oswald was tied to the CIA or The Mob, Ventura shoots back the name of George DeMohrenschildt. And now Bugliosi starts to falter seriously. Just imagine if the scope had been widened further. The list of CIA affiliated suspects in Oswald’s life could fill pages. Indeed they have (The Paines anyone?). Vince asks the cameras to be shut off as Ventura has barely slipped into first gear.

    This is the sort of direct questioning that Tom Hanks, Bill Paxton, Steve Colbert, Alex Jones (yes, Alex Jones), and numerous other media demagogues have avoided with Bugliosi. Ventura shamed them all. In fact, he shamed an entire media state. In light of Hanks’ upcoming production of Bugliosi’s Oswald-did-it work, this is pure gold. And Bugliosi’s eventually asking for the camera to be turned off put Ventura back in the driving seat after the Baker debacle.

    What’s remarkable about all this is that by Bugliosi giving up the goose so quickly and in such a manner against Ventura, one can now see why he has never fronted up for a debate with heavyweights like Gary Aguilar and Jim DiEugenio, who (more than once) have both agreed to debate Bugliosi in a one-on-one moderated debate.

    Ventura’s outing of Bugliosi was so complete, a Bugliosi fan on YouTube wrote:

    Come on Vince WTF? I almost bought your book. I won’t now. You’re a crock of bull.

    Beezy2127

    VIII: On the Hunt for a Useful Idiot

    It is now 35:20 and we are into the last eight or nine minutes of the show. Prior to this you may recall that Ventura has picked out E. Howard Hunt as one of the three tramps of lore. There are some major problems with this. The other pictures depicting the tramps reveal he actually looks little like Hunt at all. Mark Lane never used the photos of Hunt in the Liberty Lobby trial in 1985 because he felt Hunt looked too old (amongst other things I shall discuss shortly). Plus the real identities of the tramps apparently were uncovered by Ray and Mary LaFontaine in one of the few interesting pieces of information they espoused in their below average book, Oswald Talked.

    Ventura’s insistence on using Hunt, his son, and the tramps issue has a major bearing on current research and some of the more prominent talking heads in its circles. This is furthered by the fact that Ventura managed to use people like Baker and Jim Fetzer in his documentary. So when Ventura falls for someone like Saint John Hunt, an interested party fresh to the situation may think that: a) All researchers are like this; b) Ventura has somehow seriously slipped up; c) Researchers cannot agree on anything; d) I’m going back to sleep.

    Hence the issue of Saint John Hunt is a very cloudy one. Indeed, an increasing number of people regard his story as calculated toxic smog. And like acid rain, Hunt hits the ground running. According to “our hero,” the Watergate burglars were going for a safe that contained evidence of Nixon’s role in Operation 40. If you skipped the entries about Nixon and this group you may want to revisit it about now, as Hunt is talking nonsense. Operation 40 was a pure CIA operation that was embedded secretly inside the Bay of Pigs plans—so much so that it would not be known to any president or vice-president. As is the idea of Operation 40 touring the world and killing people deemed dangerous to interests of the United States. There is no evidence Operation 40 operated outside of Cuban Operations in any way, shape, or form.

    But further, Ventura’s BS detector, which is usually pretty good, must have been turned off at this point. He never thought to ask the obvious question: “What the heck would Operation 40 plans be doing in the offices of Spencer Oliver or Larry O’Brien at the Democratic National Committee HQ?”

    E. Howard Hunt’s “confessional” naming of the villains has some exciting little pieces in it, and the names of Morales and Phillips (deservedly) raise some eyebrows. But they had done so well before Saint John ever wandered into town. Hunt’s old man then names Johnson at the top of a list. Of course, it’s just his opinion (like we really needed another one from him). He presents no real evidence for his claim. Furthermore, for those that had studied Hunt, Sr. for a long time, it was no surprise to them he’d give a garbled account of events. For instance, in a version of the story, he actually said that Frank Sturgis had invited him in to the plot but he declined. How Sturgis ever got mixed up with LBJ is never made clear. Nor is the fact that—as was made clear by Watergate—Hunt was Sturgis’ superior. Why would Sturgis reveal such a rogue operation to someone above him in the formal chain of command?

    Public opinion on Hunt in research circles has swung rather dramatically against him since those halcyon days in April 2007 when Rolling Stone‘s Erick Hildegard’s favorable article, The Last Confession of E. Howard Hunt, pushed Hunt onto the national stage. The following comments I found make for some revealing reading, in particular, Larry Hancock’s observation of the Hunt &amp Son / Kevin Costner charade:

    I shall not mince words. The LBJ “mastermind” characterization ranks as the most simple-minded, dangerous-to-the-truth hypothesis in the history of Kennedy assassination investigations. It is tantamount to proclaiming that a welder designed the Petronas Towers.” ~Charles Drago: Deep Politics Forum 20th November 2010

    As far as Howard Hunt’s confession goes, I don’t know if he is trustworthy. Without proof, his confession is meaningless; yet Ventura made it seem like the case was solved because Hunt said so. I did enjoy Ventura tearing lone nut theorist Bugliosi a new one. ~Matthew De Luca: JFK Lancer Forum 21st November 2010

    The national security establishment is properly deemed a RICO enterprise, using any appropriate asset beneath the 1948 statutory cloak of plausible denial. To the extent Saint John participates in the Art and Arts of E. Howard Hunt, he may be fulfilling his father’s intelligence operative strategy as much as merely sexing up his book for profit. ~Phil Dragoo: 19th October Murder Solved Forum 2010

    I never believed that Hunt would jeopardize himself by dressing as a tramp. He had no need to “get his hands dirty”. He wasn’t that type of guy. He was the type that had others do the dirty work while he drank his cognac and smoked his Cubans. ~Tom Jeffers: 19th October Murder Solved Forum 2010

    With opinions like this, it was clearly folly for Ventura to make E. Howard Hunt out to be a tramp and then portray Saint John Hunt be some kind of “fearful whistleblower.” For those of you who have read CTKA’s expose on Alex Jones and his poor understanding of the Kennedy assassination, Saint John Hunt’s line below is the most hilarious thing I have seen in the show—trumpeting anything from “Ron,” Baker, and the Wiz:

    The more sunlight that comes on to this, the more exposure I get in telling my story, puts me in a greater level of danger. … [sound of gunshot]

    This is coming from a man who made national headlines and has been pitching and selling his father’s “rehashed” story (not to mention nude images of his wife) over the Internet for the better part of some three years. Hence, his fears about exposure seem about as sincere as his father’s confession. JFK Lancer’s Larry Hancock provided the best outline of the problems facing Hunt, his credibility, and the style of show Ventura uses as a vehicle:

    Unfortunately most of you (and none of the TV audience) were there at the Lancer Conference where David Giamarco presented for almost two hours on his and Kevin Costner’s multi-year odyssey with Hunt that was the precursor to this story. In the end, after spending immense amounts of time with Hunt they became completely negative on his whole story and could get nothing from him that would substantiate his sketchy outline of a plot. I’ve tried to deconstruct this particular tangent in the new edition of Someone Would Have Talked, but it’s such a good fiction tale, evil Johnson and insanely jealous former husband Cord Meyer, combine to kill JFK that it sells. ~Larry Hancock; JFK Lancer Forum, 23rd November 2010

    IX: Conclusion

    Ventura ends the show with a breakdown of the presidents that followed JFK. It’s unclear why he does this. Does he truly believe all were involved? He was decidedly tepid with Nixon in the beginning. Had something changed? It’s no big deal Bush and Ford held senior positions, and it’s no big deal Ford made Bush the head of the CIA. It’s implied that they had somehow earned their place at the table via their roles in the Kennedy assassination. Well, I don’t know how much these two actually have to be grateful about. Ford inherited a doomed administration while George’s tenure at the CIA and his perceived cozy relationship with America’s elite dogged him for the rest of his political career.

    Thus, in the end, it’s a very close call on this show. The silly introduction and the use of the likes of Russ Baker, “Ron,” and Saint John Hunt contributed in handicapping important parts and episodes. As did the production, pitch, and approach of the show itself. That is, the very fast-paced, moving camera style that has been so pervasive since the advent of MTV—and which Fox has made a staple of TV shows everywhere. Needless to say, Len Osanic and many of the show’s supporters are correct: For all its problems, it was a far better attempt at getting to the truth than anything thrown at us from the Discovery or History Channels in recent years. Furthermore, there were no lame Mob-did-it angles, nor did Ventura indulge in the Zapruder film and body alteration guff. Ventura, crippled by a poor investigative staff, was still able (through sheer force of personality alone) to pull it out of the fire. Prouty’s, Newman’s, and Marrs’ cameos were timely, and Ventura interacted well with all of them. Ventura’s shooting practice was both entertaining and enlightening. And “The Wiz’s” doubts about the official line on Oswald (not to mention his fascination for sixties-era wooden flooring) were fascinating, especially in light of his official duties.

    Ventura’s handling of Marina Oswald, though a bit “fluffy,” brought out her suspicions of DeMohrenschildt and Oswald’s ties to the agency. Adding to this, Ventura handled the question of the backyard photo well. Vince Bugliosi’s reclaiming histrionic implosion on camera—perhaps the highlight of the program—will live long in the memory. As will Ventura’s closing statement about not being allowed to film in Arlington, and his condemnation of the single-bullet line.

    The real question harks back to the beginning of the essay and Dick Russell. Had Russell been involved, I have no doubt Ventura’s margin of success would have been wider. In fact, it probably would have been quite good. Why he was not involved means either one of two things. He wasn’t approached, or he didn’t like the direction they were taking with it. I know for a fact that John Armstrong declined to appear because of the show’s deficiencies. Why did the producers settle for a mere pass when it could have been “top of the class?”

  • Don Adams & Harrison E. Livingstone, From an Office Building with a High-Powered Rifle: One FBI Agent’s View of the JFK Assassination

    Don Adams & Harrison E. Livingstone, From an Office Building with a High-Powered Rifle: One FBI Agent’s View of the JFK Assassination


    Don Adams’ book is something of a landmark. We now have an ex FBI agent coming clean with his suspicions of a conspiracy to kill President Kennedy. This has happened before with guys like Bill Turner. But Adams is a rarity in that he was an active agent in 1963 who actually investigated a part of the Kennedy case…that being the Joseph Milteer angle. Further, in an era where a number of individuals have come forth to bear false witness to their involvement that day—as either government employees or civilians – Adams, like H. B. McClain, Abraham Bolden and Roger Craig, has a compelling and credible story. Also, due to the lack of his being unfairly compromised by his story he waited until after his retirement to tell it. He thus comes without a lot of baggage.

    What worked for me was that Adams does not seek, in any discernible way, to increase his standing. He is remarkably open and honest about being inexperienced on the Milteer assignment and about his being unaccustomed in terms of research on the JFK case. Therefore, when he comes to naming who he thinks are the ‘players and the patsies”, he readily acknowledges that other, more informed, researchers have worked the beat before. This selflessness, once again, is something of a rarity. Often when people claim “inside info”, their statements concerning participants come with a definitive air of “so-and-so said this” and/or “he said this to me”. Thankfully, Adams has his ego and imagination well in check. While in the FBI, he also resisted the temptation to capitalize personally and professionally upon his father’s relationship with Cartha “Deke” DeLoach, an opportunity that a less honest individual would have utilized.

    The Investigation Begins

    For myself, the highlights of the book are Adams’ deductions between pages 25 to 85 where we learn of his assignment to investigate Milteer. We also learn about two figures that become the bogeymen of the book his boss, Jim McMahon, Special Agent in Charge of the Atlanta office and McMahon’s pal, Royal McGraw, who ran the Thomasville bureau some 240 miles away. The story is this: McMahon had flattered a naïve Adams to work for McGraw in Thomasville, many miles away from his family in Atlanta, by saying McGraw had personally requested his transfer. What Adams found out prior to his departure was that Adams was actually the fourth person McMahon had requested. Adams’ sense of duty saw him take the job in Thomasville, much to his regret. McGraw, it turns out, was a micro-management Nazi, who regularly stomped over FBI procedure keeping Adams out of the loop. Adams also found him to be something of a redneck.

    McMahon pulled Adams, along with Bill Elliot, the Chief of Police in Quitman Georgia, into the case on November 13, 1963 to interview one Joseph Milteer a resident, who had caused something of a flap in mid October with a number of his comments. While we all know about Milteer, it’s often forgotten that he was surrounding himself with some serious pipe hitting, right wing nutters prior to the assassination. On the 18th of October, in Indianapolis, he had met with some 30 individuals who planned on creating a terrorist underground cell to combat the communists infiltrating the U.S. Government. More meetings took place between Milteer and other individuals over the next few days. Including the infamous meeting recorded by informant Willie Sommersett… but we’ll get to that later. President Kennedy’s life had clearly been threatened and so our intrepid FBI agent tracked him down. Adams finally found Milteer while he was handing out leaflets on Quitman Street on the 16th of November. After a brief discussion with the rightwing zealot, from whom he received a number of leaflets, Adams quickly discovered Milteer’s vehement hatred for the president. He returned to Thomasville and filed his report expecting it to be routed to the Secret Service, local police and FBI nationwide. While this appears to have happened at first, he would later check back on his report only to discover no reference of either it, nor the leaflets in evidence.

    Shockingly, Adams later found out that McGraw and Elliot had conducted an investigation into Milteer a little over a year before his own interaction with him. Yet, even this is incidental to the odd things that happened soon after. The assassination occurred, and McMahon ordered Adams back on the Milteer beat. Merely two days after the assassination, a woman who went by the name of Vereen Alexander and had studied at Tulane University in New Orleans, appeared at Adams’ house. She said she had encountered Oswald at a bar discussing the attempted assassination of Charles De Gaulle. She clearly remembered Oswald also raising the question of Kennedy being assassinated earlier that year. This story was a plausible one, for Oswald, or an imposter, indeed visited the Tulane campus. Further, Jim Garrison, John Newman, Bill Davy, Lisa Pease and Jim DiEugenio have all covered in some depth how Oswald, and other denizens of the 544 Camp Street office in New Orleans targeted that university’s students and faculty. This effort, of course, was led by Guy Banister.

    Later, on page 143, Adams, after making some well observed comments on Oswald’s ease of return to the United States, his communist beliefs, and his association with Banister, states that Oswald had to have been some form of intelligence agent and this was nicely hidden. Adams’ simple “no BS” take on this issue is refreshing, especially coming from a former agent of J. Edgar Hoover. But it could have been even better. He could have then tied in Vereen Alexander’s story of seeing Oswald at Tulane with Banister’s other activities of infiltrating student and leftist groups with young recruits like Dan Campbell. This additional information would have lent more relevancy to Oswald’s interaction with Alexander. Indeed he could have placed the interaction in the section in which he deals with Banister. For although the Alexander event is pivotal, his inclusion of it upsets the flow of his narrative in the chapter, which is focused in finding out where Milteer was after the assassination. If Adams felt he had no choice but to include it at the point mentioned, he should have had a mind to refer to it accurately in his text later. The problem is the Alexander report actually says nothing about Oswald discussing the assassination of JFK. The Somersett report on Milteer does allude to an assassination attempt. At the beer drinking party where Alexander saw Oswald, it appears JFK was never discussed and Alexander merely recollected Oswald being there. This is a notable mistake because later on Adams discusses the absence of his reports in the National Archives, not just their rewording and newly fraudulent replacement accounts by his superiors. Adams unfortunately makes himself look as if he is the one guilty of hyperbole and his editors should have been wise to this.

    Regardless of this technical hitch, Adams eventually caught up with Milteer – who was absent from his environs in Quinton and Valdosta, Georgia in the days immediately after the assassination – on the 27th of November. The problem for Adams was that, incredibly, he was only allowed to ask Milteer five questions, and was not permitted to ask follow-ups of his own. The questions were hardly the type of in-depth ones we would anticipate seeing in an investigation dealing with the murder of President Kennedy. (Which, as the author points out, is unsurprising, since the entire FBI investigation was based on avoiding the hard questions). Yet there were two intriguing questions Milteer fielded, and some equally interesting answers he gave. Milteer denied he had been involved in the horrific fire bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham Alabama on the 15th of September 1963. That he was considered a suspect in a state full of it’s own racist loony tunes at the time certainly says something about his reputation. He also denied being in Dallas on the day of the assassination, mentioning he had been there in June of ’63. He then denied he had ever made any threats about the President. As we all know (as did Adams), this was a lie as the FBI had recordings of him saying this to a good informant. Adams notes that, after this meeting, he never saw the man again.

    The Dallas FBI Office

    The book then goes on to explain Adams’ later stint in the summer of 1964 at the Dallas FBI office. Few books have actually detailed the comings and goings of the Dallas authorities at the time of the assassination. Ian Griggs’ excellent breakdown on the DPD in his tome, “No Case to Answer” (JFK Lancer, 2011) is a must read on the topic. Also, Jim Hosty’s accounts of the day to day activities in the office are also required reading for those seeking an inside track into the Dallas FBI personnel of the era. (“Assignment: Oswald” by James P. Hosty Jr. and Thomas Hosty, 1995) Adams’ entry into the foray is small but much appreciated as he is honest about Hosty and the Dallas office covering their behinds over the “Oswald threat” caper. Indeed, he voices the concern long held by conspiracy advocates, if Oswald’s note was a threat, it would have been used against him and not covered up for years. He also notes that he saw the Zapruder film In Dallas with other agents. He told his colleagues that it clearly denoted crossfire in Dealey Plaza. They understood that. But they said that Hoover had already molded the investigation around Oswald as the only suspect. His take on the dour, chain-smoking SAIC Gordon Shanklin also matches Hosty’s recollections. Nonetheless, once again, Adams could have scored even more points, but fails to get the bonus point. The chapter needed more details of the office and the personnel, the tone of the field office and so on. While this sort of detail could be boring, I find this sort of thing extremely readable, and it increases a book’s use as a reference for the period if handled well. As it stands, the chapter can barely be called that as it only consists of seven pages of type. This is a problem all the way through the book; the chapters should have been sub headed under a certain theme or topic which would have helped the book’s flow and organization.

    A classic example of this is that instead of waiting until page 138, he should have put SA Robert Gemberling in the mix during this passage in Dallas. Gemberling is a little disclosed figure in the assassination cover up. Thanks to Adams the man now enjoys a little more time in the sun. Gemberling and Adams enjoyed good relations during his stint with the Dallas branch of the FBI, and as it turns out, we all know that Gemberling’s role after the assassination was to help write the initial 800 page FBI account of the crime. He later became the FBI’s JFK “go to man” in the seventies, studiously towing the official line he had helped create. Anyhow, he took umbrage with Adams, who had gone public with his opinions in late 1998 on the eve of the 35th anniversary of the Kennedy assassination. This started an exchange between the two. Gemberling who already denounced Oliver Stone’s “JFK” in 1997, in the FBI’s official ex-special agent publication “The Grapevine”, would then go on to further denounce Stone, and others like Adams in 2003. Adams attempted to have his side of the argument put into the publication, but his article was pulled. This did not faze him. He knew it would never see the light of day in an FBI publication.

    Was Milteer in Dallas That Day on Houston Street?

    As stated, there is some strong material in the book. But as previously noted, the organization of the book is awkward. It details Adams’ life and interactions with his cohorts well enough. But when it comes to the significant aspects of the case, e.g. a witness meeting a potential Oswald impersonator, the conduct of the Dallas FBI office and Gemberling, or fully describing his chief target Milteer, he is not layered, or in depth enough. The editors could have helped make even more impact with his cogent and firsthand observations. As it stands, his more in depth points are confused and needlessly convoluted for such a relatively small book.

    One of the things I looked forward to was an analysis of whether or not the images taken by Dealey Plaza photographers James Altgens and Chuck Bronson captured Milteer in Dealey Plaza that day. Adams didn’t disappoint with regards to discussing this angle. What the book failed to do was (A) explore this avenue in more depth and (B) organize the chapter dealing with this subject in a concise and, dare I say, rational manner. Let us deal with (A) first. The debate about Milteer being in the crowd has been around for a very long time. Its patron has long been Bob Groden. Groden believes that a figure standing on Houston Street resembled Joseph Milteer. The allegation caused such a stir that even the House Select Committee on Assassinations became involved in examining the photographic evidence. They commented thusly:

    The only available height record of Milteer gives his stature as 64 inches. This corresponds to about the seventh statural percentile of American males. That is, about 93 out of 100 adult American men would be taller than Milteer. Also, about 35 percent of adult American females would exceed Milteer’s reported height. In contrast, the spectator alleged to be Milteer is taller than 4 of the 7 other males and all of the 16 females in the line of spectators shown in the motorcade photograph. Based upon Milteer’s reported height, the probability of randomly selecting a group of Americans where so many are shorter than Milteer’s reported height is .0000007. Moreover, an analysis based upon actual measurements of certain physical features shown in the photograph yields a height estimate for the spectator of about 70 inches — 6 inches taller than Milteer’s reported stature. (HSCA Volume 6, pp. 242-257)

    Milteer?

    This is rather specious and unconvincing. Like Jim DiEugenio, I am an agnostic on the Milteer photographs myself, as I am for the majority of image identification taken that day e.g. Lucien Conein. But it still makes for a fascinating discussion, in particular when Adam’s challenges the official height given for Milteer—he puts his height at about 5′ 8”— as opposed to FBI reports at 5 ft 4 inches. Thus he single handedly brings into question the dubious height analysis of the HSCA’s panel. But he could have done more here. The HSCA previously pointed out that the individual pictured has few of the matching characteristics of Milteer. Yet anyone who is knowledgeable nowadays knows how compromised the HSCA itself was when dealing with practically any type of physical evidence. In this regard, I would ask anyone to check out the embarrassing performance of Dr. Michael Baden who, as demonstrated by Pat Speer, detailed the head wound to an awaiting public, while continually using an upside down picture of the skull. Bob Groden and others have done some nicely presented photo comparisons over the years that have given the notion of the figure being Milteer a fighting chance. On the other hand, Jerry Rose, who did some excellent work on Milteer, reported that the suspect was not actually in Texas on that day. Unfortunately, this kind of analysis was not present in the book. Some thrust and counter thrust concerning the images would have made this an important and, dare I say, entertaining part of the story. Instead, it’s very much an opportunity lost.

    The Pristine Bullet: The Dangers of Nutters Lurking

    Jim DiEugenio’s interview with Len Osanic on the 590th Black Op Radio show was an eye opener. I learned that James Tague, the witness struck on the right cheek by a fragment or piece of concrete fired by an assassin’s bullet whilst standing by the overpass, had released a weighty book. While the title, “Survivor” was slightly melodramatic, Tague has long believed there had been a conspiracy that day. Nonetheless, a witness or somebody directly involved in resultant events often has no more insight than any researcher. Indeed, it’s sometimes worse because they are often out of touch with the ebbs and flows of new information, not to mention who and what is credible and what is not. Tague, clearly ignoring these problems, has a new book on the horizon and it details the evil mechanics behind the plot. Early reports indicate that Tague is essentially going with the questionable LBJ did it theorems discussed in a new article posted here, and on forums like Deep Politics and Lancer. This is terribly dangerous territory for any credible researcher to go down nowadays. And it exhibits the serious problems witnesses have when they go beyond the realms of their experience.

    It has become clear to CTKA and places like the Deep Politics in particular, that there is quite clearly an abundance of disinformation gurus operating nowadays. And they insist, in large part on ignoring the discoveries of the ARRB (not to mention the type of significant research based on those discoveries respected by serious students of the case). And these people would be eager to get an endorsement from someone like Tague, or as it turns out an old hand, but new kid on the block, like Don Adams. Leading up to the 50th anniversary of the assassination and the danger is that these opportunists will try to grab the limelight in anyway possible by attaching themselves to people like Tague and Adams, and thereby discrediting them by association. This is not idle speculation, individuals like Gary Mack, John McAdams and others will seize upon ways to discredit Tague and Adams. An easy way to do this is if they are already in the arms of specious theories or researchers. Tague is a hugely valuable witness. He can be caricatured if he begins to spout specious information, about which he has no firsthand knowledge. While one senses that Tague may be a lost cause, Adams will hopefully avoid the pitfalls of this real danger. I truly hope he does not succumb to that beckoning siren for he too is a key witness, one from the inside, for next year.

    While Adams is clear in his book that he does not see Johnson and Hoover being involved in the conspiracy to kill Kennedy, he does believe they were involved in an active cover up of the facts. Which is true. But he goes too far. He buys into the false idea that it was Johnson’s idea to create the Warren Commission. This piece of folklore is dangerous as the bogus “Johnson in charge of the Commission” line that is often picked up and bandied about. Even though it is not true or accurate. Adams should have read Warren Commission authors like Gerald McKnight more carefully before penning such stuff.(See also,

    Adams does buck that trend slightly by mentioning the admirable work of Jim Douglass in his estimable ” JFK and the Unspeakable”, and he does make mention of the up and down tome edited by Jim Fetzer, “Murder in Dealey Plaza”. However, we also know that “High Treason” made an enormous impact on him. “High Treason” is a decent enough book. But like a lot of Adams’ seven books he discusses in Chapter Ten, “The Pristine Bullet”, his seven publications all date from well before the creation of the Assassination Records Review Board. And four of the titles are actually periodicals. Adams uses articles from Life” magazine from 1966, like the well thought out, but lukewarm “Did Oswald Act Alone?” He also uses the famous cover story, “A Matter of Reasonable Doubt” by Josiah Thompson, Dick Billings and Ed Kearns. He even uses the “Globe’s” article from 1991 entitled “Shocking Autopsy Photos Blow Lid of Kennedy Cover-Up”. If I were to list notable pre-ARRB material to read, my list would be substantially different. I say this not to lash out at Adams, but to point out that he needed to seriously reconsider bringing out a slightly more comprehensive and organized book, with more up to date research. Again, his editors should have helped guide him more. And perhaps have furnished him with a ghostwriter, one who knew more about the JFK case, and also the overall structure and behavior of the FBI at the time. This would have filled out the book more, and given it more depth, texture, nuance and professionalism. Don Adams’ story is an immensely pertinent one, and it deserved to be presented with first class furnishings.

    Conclusion

    For the faults I have noted. Adams is a key and welcome figure and the documents he presents show a number of problems for the “Oswald did it” hypothesis.

    1. The book shows how lax the reportage of threats to the President’s life was via the FBI. There was no due diligence done on the Milteer threat.
    2. Additionally, it shows how inexperienced agents were given tough assignments, and then had their work hijacked by senior staffers and twisted for their own purposes.
    3. Many Special Agents down South were often sympathetic towards Southern right-wing targets like Milteer.
    4. The Bureau’s forbidding Adams to ask any questions and cross check about where Milteer was that day went against basic FBI procedure. To my mind, this is the most valuable part of Adams book. It shows two things: (a) The FBI did not want to know anything about the possible involvement of Milteer with the JFK case, and (b) The Bureau had negated an crucial step in standard agent procedure, the step called by Bill Turner, “lead follow through”. This was not accidental and it had to be approved from on high.

    Another important aspect of the book is the question of Milteer’s role in the scheme of things. Oddly enough Harrison Livingstone deals with this question in an “Afterward” of sorts, and for me, Livingstone did it surprisingly well. My experience with Harry has been that some of his output of late has been often unreadable. But overall, his general work on the medical evidence has always been intriguing, and at times, valuable e.g. his 1995 book “Killing Kennedy”. As mentioned before, his work with Bob Groden in “High Treason” is another high point of his efforts. Nonetheless, it’s been an awful long time between drinks. Livingstone’s well-reasoned final summation puts the onus on Milteer being something of a red herring by actually being an attractive diversion created by the perpetrators to soak up investigative time. Was Milteer privy to some undercurrents? Most definitely. Could he have been in Dealey Plaza that day after being fed disinformation that a bunch of “patriots” were going to “get” the President? If he were there it would certainly be in keeping with the use of decoys that day. Adams had real courage and integrity printing this viewpoint. All too often interesting peripheral figures become the focus of an author’s attention, like Milteer, in this instance, invariably makes them all-powerful figures central to or organizing a plot. Livingstone gives the book some perspective.

    If utilized correctly, Don Adams’ book is a necessary first step for the man. Let us hope that come next year, he stays his own man and does not get grasped into the clutches of those who will not use him correctly. In this regard I hope he reads this review and spends some time going over the articles here at CTKA and viewing the discussions at places like the DPF and Lancer.

  • A Manifesto for the Fiftieth

    A Manifesto for the Fiftieth


    50thUnfortunately, we have become complacent. I do not mean to insult anyone, but it certainly appears that many who believe President John F. Kennedy was assassinated as a result of a conspiracy are currently engaged in bystander apathy. This condition is the classic example that occurs when everyone hears or sees someone being brutally assaulted, and nobody calls the police because everyone thought someone else would most certainly do so. We read books, and we post reviews of books on Amazon, and we comment on posted reviews. To what end?

    Is this it, folks? Is this as good as it’s going to get? Because I have to tell you, I have a sinking feeling in my gut that the 50th anniversary of the assassination will then come and go without much ado. Save for former Washington Post reporter Jefferson Morley, who has a FOIA case pending with regards to CIA files related to George Johannides, who else is actively pursuing any leads at this moment? Maybe Bill Kelly? And that is a shame because, in reality, we are the majority.

    In the one-sided 2003 ABC documentary, Beyond Conspiracy, ABC’s own poll revealed that 75% of Americans believe JFK was killed as a result of some form of conspiracy. But the truth of the matter is that the contingent within that 75%, who actively read books, articles and are otherwise well informed, in my estimation, is less than a fourth of that percentage. So what if Mr. Morley wins his case? His subject matter, although important, will only reveal another piece of the puzzle. Frustratingly, I’d say we’ve achieved nothing more than putting together all the border pieces with a giant hole in the middle.

    The 50th anniversary is 17 months away at the time of this writing. If anything, ANYTHING is to change in the status quo, we must become proactive. In order to do this, we must first face an honest assessment of where we stand. Some Hard Truths Disenfranchisement. We have assumed the attitude of “something will turn up eventually,” or “someone still has yet to come forward.” We are playing wait-and-see, and that’s killing our cause. Even the respected authors have become tired toiling over scraps of information to piece together books for our consumption. I have read too many articles and books in which even authors proverbially shrug their shoulders and state, “and we may never know.” If we do nothing, that will forever be the case.

    • We’re Getting Older. The advocates we rely on – Lane, Douglass, DiEugenio, Pease, Brown, Mantik, Marrs, Newman – will not be with us forever. Can anyone name a prominent researcher under the age of 35? …That’s scary. And it’s what J. Lee Rankin envisioned when he ordered specific Warren Commission documents to be classified for 75 years. Warning: anyone who wants the truth to come out, and was alive when John Kennedy was assassinated, the 50th anniversary will almost surely be your last shot to make something happen.
    • We’re Divided. And we will always be divided unless everything is declassified. In the mean time, the keepers of the secrets are laughing at us because, in essence, we’re doing their work for them. Each of us are entitled to their opinion, but there is a difference between educated opinions and popular fantasy. I watched something on YouTube about JFK being offed by a sock puppet held by Jackie. I can hear the laughter echoing from the basement at Langley.
    • We’re Inactive. Reading books about the assassination is not “doing something.” You’re informed; good for you, you’re not a sheep. Knowledge is power most assuredly. But empowerment is useless without action. The ARRB was not formed because a bunch of congressmen got together one day over lunch and said, “You know, maybe it’s time we should take another look at that JFK thing.” No, it was because they were under pressure from the public as a result of Oliver Stone’s film, JFK. Now it’s easy to say, “Well, I’m not famous like Oliver Stone.” That’s a cop out. Most people do not realize that the HSCA was formed in large part as a result of the letter-writing campaign led by Mark Lane’s non-profit organization in the mid 1970’s. Millions of Americans wrote letters to their representatives and senators to demand an inquiry into the Kennedy assassination.
    • We’re Without A Prominent Spokesperson. As a child, I watched Jesse “The Body” Ventura perform as a pro wrestler for the WWF and I thought it was great that an “outsider” and former U.S. Navy Seal became Governor of Minnesota because this is America, where everyone has a chance to make a difference. But Governor Ventura is not the man we truly need him to be. Yes, it’s great that there is a man with a microphone shouting “conspiracy” repeatedly. But with only him as our spokesperson while wearing a t-shirt, leather jacket and unkempt hair, is not putting our best foot forward. Probably the only thing that we may agree on with propaganda specialist David Phillips is the concept of “reality perceived is reality believed.” And I can imagine what many Americans see when they only look at Governor Ventura speaking about the JFK case. Also, I do not mean to discount the other conspiracies he offers, but it does muddy the waters in which we stand. Like it or not, Jesse Ventura is the most visible proponent of a conspiracy in the assassination of JFK. And we need more than that.
    • We’re Still Being Stonewalled. Most, if not all, of the conspirators are dead today. The CIA, FBI, or Office of Naval Intelligence now only seek to protect their institutions from the ghosts of their pasts. This is unnecessary and unacceptable. We are citizens of the United States of America, and we should determine what is relevant and what is not.

    action

    A Call To Action

    The easiest metaphor I can offer you for our current situation is that of the burly, high school bully who pushes around the weak kid then gloats in his face, “What’re ya gonna do about it?” The sad truth is, nine times out of ten, that kid takes it and walks away with the bully smiling at him…But that still leaves one time. Our one last time my well be the 50th anniversary of the assassination. The media will most likely conduct their token coverage, but we must be able to seize the momentum. To do this, we must work together and unify under certain parameters. Whether you believe the CIA, LBJ or Mafia was behind the conspiracy, and you have a desire to do something more, begin by reviewing an excellent proposal by Joseph Green. Green has written a ten point program on issues everyone in the assassination research community can agree upon and support.

    We need leadership and organization. We have some great websites which keep the information alive and available on the internet: CTKA, JFK Lancer, Mary Ferrell, and AARC to name a few. This is our foundation, and as a foundation, it gives us something on which to build. Right now, I propose that a non-profit organization be formed to represent the collective research communities: the Organization of Assassination Researchers (OAR). It should be open to researchers in all fields, MLK, RFK, Malcom X, and the different camps within the JFK community. It’s Chairman/President can be from any field, but must be willing to separate him/herself from their own research agenda for the good of all researchers together. Certainly individual websites should maintain their own identities, but they should also uniformly carry forward any messages from OAR. OAR should also seek out prominent citizens, business people, public figures, and politicians who are willing to take up the cause of speaking intelligently about assassinations per the 10-point program mentioned previously. Anyone from Jon Stewart to Alec Baldwin, to Wolf Blitzer to Donald Trump, to your U.S. Representative or Senator. Right now, we need people with voices bigger than our own to assist in spreading our message.

    We need to rebuild our base. The choirs are preaching to each other, and it’s doing us no good. Talk to your friends; break the ice by saying you just read an article about the upcoming 50th anniversary of the assassination. Ask them what they heard about the assassination and what they think. I keep a .jpg of CE 399 on my smart phone. When I explain that the official story that one bullet created seven wounds, broke a rib bone and wrist bone, I show them the picture and ask, “Does that bullet look like it did all that damage?” And when they say, “no,” you ask them if they willl accept a book (many used books are cheap at Amazon.com). Most importantly our children, grandchildren, nephews & nieces, and cousins are growing up. We need to take away the cell phones on which they are texting, turn off Jersey Shore, and start by saying “I just want less than an hour of your time to talk about something that is really important to me, and that should be really important to you.” Talk about how they are going to have to make their own choices as adults, including choosing what to believe their government or news media tells them.

    Use the 10-point program as a foundation for this discussion and don’t try to bombard them with all you already know. Let them come to their own conclusions. Whatever you discuss, make sure they understand WHY something that happened 50 years ago affects their lives today, and in turn the future of their children. Whether you are talking to a young adult or one of your oldest friends, end the conversation by giving them a book or DVD of your choosing. Ask them to do you a favor and just give the book a chance; but don’t force them. That is the tactic of those who covered up the crime and we are better people than that.

    We need to be using social media better. Facebook has somewhere in the neighborhood of over 700 million users. With our own network of friends, we need to start anew a campaign of awareness. Post a link to an assassination related article at JFK Lancer or CTKA. Post one of your favorite You Tube videos that explain how the magic bullet is just that. “Like” assassination related posts so that people in your network will see those posts as well.

    We need an event in Dallas. Apparently, the Sixth-Floor Museum has secured exclusive rights in Dealey Plaza for the whole week of November 22, 2013. That doesn’t mean that we can’t attend whatever event they are planning. However, if they are reserving the plaza and will NOT have an event on the November 22, they would do well to reconsider. Those of us planning to attend could do some unofficial event, flashmob or march but that is yet to be determined.

    A letter-writing campaign is a must. With all of our friends and family, 18 years or older, we should demand a new congressional investigation into the Kennedy assassination, and order a thorough review and declassification of remaining JFK related documents. The investigation cannot be another commission or review board like the Assassination Records Review Board, which only facilatated the release of documents and did no investigation. it must have the power to subpoena, and those testifying be subject to the laws of perjury.

    There are four people that you want to write to: your U.S. Congressional Representative, your two U.S. Senators, and the President. This is not as tedious as the initial letter-writing campaign which created the HSCA. With computers you can copy & paste and simply change addresses on the same letter. But feel free to include your own feelings on the matter. Pick some, if not all, of the issues within the 10-point program. Also explain how the ARRB was stonewalled by several government agencies. You may want to mention this article about how the Office of Naval Intelligence persecuted one of their own who merely did her assigned job in attempting to assist the ARRB. You may even want to write a letter to members of Senate Armed Services Committee or Senate Select Committee on Intelligence in addition to your four standard letters. AND THIS SHOULD BE A UNIFIED EFFORT. For the maximum impact we need to mail hardcopy letters, not emails. Emails cannot pile up in an office; they cannot occupy space. Nothing will have a greater effect than bags of mail arriving at a politician’s office. Also, we should wait to mail all letters within the same week so the arrival of tens of thousands of letters will be a media event. But we have plenty of time to do this, and we should most likely wait until after the Presidential election. We should not inform the media for the time being. We want things to be quiet…and then a violent ROAR! We don’t need to make any press releases announcing a new endeavor, and we don’t want to make an issue out of a politician or public figure who is not interested in joining our cause. Do not send playful emails to cia.gov stating, “We’re not going to take it anymore, and we’re coming for you.” Our collective actions will speak louder than our individual words ever could.

    We have time to make this happen and we need to make the best of our time because this opportunity will not come around for another 26 years. Your investment in your country for the next 17 months can yield a better future for your children and your children’s children. This is the essence of a grassroots campaign. It starts with you looking in the mirror and saying “I’m going to make an effort.” If you’ve been fighting this fight and toiling in research for the past 49 years and feeling tired, your brothers and sisters ask that you fight just another 17 months. Because the sobering truth is this…if we don’t press for the truth now, it most likely will be buried forever.

    It starts right here: http://www.facebook.com/jfkAssassination50th

  • Michael Shermer Strikes (Out) Again: Review of Michael Shermer’s CBC documentary, Conspiracy Rising


    “In every case, the chance for complete information is very small, and the hope that in time researchers, students, and historians will be able to ferret out truth from untruth, real from unreal, and story from cover story is at best a very slim one. Certainly, history teaches us that one truth will add to and enhance another; but let us not forget that one lie added to another lie will demolish everything. This is the important point…Consider the past half century. How many major events – really major events – have there been that simply do not ring true? How many times has the entire world been shaken by alarms of major significance, only to find that the events either did not happen at all, or if they did, that they had happened in a manner quite unlike the original story? The mystery behind all of this lies in the area we know as ‘clandestine activity’, ‘intelligence operations’, ‘secrecy’, and ‘cover stories’ used on a national and international scale. It is the object of this book to bring reality and understanding into this vast unknown area.”

    – Colonel L. Fletcher Prouty, Colonel, U.S. Air Force, The Secret Team


    It has been several decades since those words were written by the late-great Mr. Prouty. This goes way back when to before there existed cell phones, Twitter, Facebook, 24-hour news cycles, and most of all, the internet. What Prouty originally described as being a “vast unknown area” has become infinitely vaster, infinitely more secretive…yet infinitely more widely known about and exposed for all the masses to question in their minds. It’s a dichotomy of wooly mammoth proportions. It has become the 10,000 lb. elephant in the room; everybody knows it’s there, but nobody dares point it out. Especially not our media organizations.

    But wait how does that make sense? How can something become more widely known yet remain a secret at the same time? It’s largely a matter of being able to see the forest for the trees. (And what with so much clear-cutting going on in the world, the big picture has never been clearer.) In previous decades, we didn’t know that any such huge covert element even existed. At least now we know. That, in my opinion, is great progress. Not only is the Emperor not wearing any clothes, the fig leaf he uses appears to be embarrassingly tiny! But in this case, the Emperor is not any one single person. It’s a group effort; a movement.

    How do we know the elephant exists in the room? Well, that’s pretty simple: because never before have we experienced such a full-force onslaught of disinformation, propaganda, and censorship as we have is recent years. Yes, I said censorship. When media organizations and individuals alike are expressly ordered to not publish or report on certain stories, and they respond, instead, by carting out the typical smoke screen cover story…that is censorship.

    When other parties are called in to disseminate false or inaccurate information, distorted evidence, or unfactual information over top of it, this amounts to a clever game of mop-up. Censorship sets you up with the jab, and the disinformation campaigns knock you out with the big right hand uppercut. It’s that uppercut that keeps you down on the canvas and in la-la land. These mop up efforts come in the form of books, blogs, newspaper articles, TV documentaries, film documentaries, and of course, bogus museums.

    If you ever doubted for a second that the American rightwing was in complete charge, you can now put that question to rest. There are so many things that point to this all-out take-over that it’s downright chilling. The military and all of its various secret government agencies are bigger, stronger, richer, and more powerful than ever before. They are now the caboose that runs the locomotive.

    I don’t know of many left-wing military “hawks” or if such an animal even exists; the Kennedys have been vilified, while Reagan has been resurrected and glorified; corporations, CEOs, and billionaires have never had it better. Again, I don’t know of too many Wall Street executives who would be caught dead supporting a Democrat, or even an independent. Simply put, it goes against their own best interests. Why pay a tax rate of 35%, 25%, or even 1%…when you can get away with paying no taxes at all! Why be forced by pesky unions to pay your workers $20/hr, including job security, overtime, and pension provisions…when you can close down your plant, send those jobs to China, and pay someone $20 a week!

    I found the following statement in Michael Shermer’s CBC documentary Conspiracy Rising, quite telling. The statement was: “conspiracy theorists threaten democracy”. And, in fact, this is one of the strongest, most explicit themes in the show. In fact, I don’t think I have ever seen this message made so clearly. Namely that the rise of conspiracy thinking can and will lead inevitably to the rise of Nazi terrorism as with the Klan or as in Germany itself. Not kidding at all, this is what the show depicts. See, I’d say the rise of this kind of thinking and digging for facts threatens fascism – which explains the heavy handed efforts at disinformation and propaganda we’ve been witnessing of late. Of which this show, and Shermer himself, are prime examples.

    This is no accident; no mere blip. This is the way that power brokers and money men have restructured the system, and they like it this way. But they can’t do it on their own. They need help, in the way of relief pitchers. A mop-up crew.

    The Canadian Broadcasting Corporation (CBC) began in 1936 as CBC radio. One of its main objectives was to provide important news and information to people who lived on the outskirts of this massive country of Canada. People who lived out on the far coasts, or up north in the Yukon, were more-or-less cut off from the rest of society, unlike those who lived in the bigger cities to the south e.g. Toronto and Montréal. It was the CBC who would keep these people in touch, first with radio, and later in the early 1960’s, with television. It was a way of unifying the country by keeping all citizens in touch.

    As a Canadian, I continue to seek out the CBC when I’m after accurate, in-depth journalistic pieces. Or even the BBC. But I sure as hell don’t seek out any of the American outlets. What’s the difference? Well, on the CBC, you might hear the journalists asking: “Have Bush and Cheney started two phony wars for profit and power?” By contrast, on a typical American news channel, you would hear: “And President Bush was seen wearing a handsome grey suit today as he was exiting Air Force One. It was a beautiful suit. I think I’ll go out today and buy myself one just like it. And now…let’s have a weather update!”

    It can be argued that the American media only see things in black or white…but at least Bush’s suit contained some shades of gray. Better than nothing.

    Now, let us fast forward to a headline in the Huffington Post, dated December 14, 2010: “My Day in Dealey Plaza: Why JFK Was Killed by a Lone Assassin” by Michael Shermer.

    Now also on that day appeared in this blog in bold headlines: “Michael Shermer making documentary about ‘conspiracy theories’ for CBC”.

    Oh, and just for the hell of it, here’s yet another article of Shermer’s which appeared in the Huffington Post: “9/11 ‘Truthers’ a Pack of Liars”.

    Now, this is the same Huffington Post which told Jesse Ventura in no uncertain terms: “We don’t do 9/11.” Yet they let Michael Shemer get away with a title like that? The almost humorous irony here is that in his documentary under discussion, Shermer actually complains that the new media, the Internet, can lead to the fatal Fascist disease of conspiracy thinking. Well, that sure won’ t happen at Huffington Post, not with Michael Shermer and Arianna Huffington around.

    Well, gee willies, Shermer sure gets a lot of exposure on the Huffington Post, doesn’t he? I mean, it’s almost like they’re seeking him out! I wouldn’t be surprised to see the following notice on their website.

    “This is an open standing offer to Michael Shermer. We will print whatever you want, whenever you want! Our loyalty is not to our readers, or to journalism, or to our share holders our main concern is to make sure your message gets out to the world! We won’t edit your stuff…hell, we don’t even have to read it. We’ll just print it as is. Will you please call us, Michael? Pretty please? Pretty please with sugar on top?

    Sincerely,

    Your friends at the Huffington Post

    Now, in that spirit, here are some upcoming articles we might expect.

    “Michael Shermer eats an apple!”
    “Michael Shermer ties his shoelaces!”
    “Michael Shermer goes out grocery shopping!”
    “Michael Shermer gets a tan!”

    Let’s get back to the pitching analogy. The “team” needed a mop-up crew, and who could they get? Well, Dave Reitzes was away being McAdams’ New Orleans expert; Von Pein was being benched for using growth hormone. Not on himself but on his fried chickens; John McAdams? we can’t get him because he’s working on a book so who’s left? Gary Mack? Nope, we can’t get Mack – he’s just plain exhausted from trying to cut down that large tree on Elm Street which blocks the view from the 6th floor window. So who’s left? The coach now escorts Michael Shermer to the mound.

    “Steeee-riiiikkke!”

    Shermer knows how to throw strikes. Well, if truth be told, we’ll never know if any of these guys can or not. Because if they ever balked, or had their pitches belted out of the park, the New Media, that is the Daily Beast or Huffpo would not note it. They’d just turn around and let Michael write an article in the Huffington Post, or come out with a book, blog, or television documentary to tell you that the ball never actually exited the park for a home run, that it was all a misunderstanding; an optical illusion; that the sun was in peoples’ eyes; that they actually struck the guy out. “You see, everybody only thought they saw a home run.” Obviously, those 35,000 fans in attendance, not to mention all of the dozens of news cameras strategically located around the park, were mistaken. They misremembered. It was a “flashbulb” memory completely unreliable. You know just like the Zapruder film! And by the way, Shermer uses that analogy of Flashbulb Memories in this documentary, just like Posner did to criticize that good documentary The Lost JFK Tapes. And Posner did that where? In The Daily Beast. Before they canned him for being a plagiarist. When in fact, he was much worse. He was a liar.

    Lie goes to the runner. Oops, I mean tie.

    Shermer’s “Flashbulb Memories” theory got me wondering. My father died in 1983 of a brain aneurysm. I have many great memories of my father. Or at least I think I do. Because according to Michael Shermer, I can’t really be sure that my father ever existed. Michael tells me that my memories are unreliable. Was that my father…or some neighbour who just kind of sort of resembled my father? Michael, can you help me with this? Was that really my father I remember, or was my brain playing tricks on me? Have I misremembered? Can you help me to connect the dots?

    The CBC “documentary,” titled Conspiracy Rising is just another orchestrated disinformation campaign much like McAdams’ recent book. No difference. Well, there is one difference. The show was hosted, presented and narrated by Ann-Marie MacDonald. Unlike the vast majority of pieces put out by the CBC, where the reporting is done in a straight-up, well-researched and impartial manner, Ms. MacDonald does a surprising thing very unbecoming of a “serious journalist”. She puts inflections in her voice so as to impugn the object at hand that is to be ridiculed.

    And the ridicule is non-stop, in every direction. From the choice of talking heads—Jim Angleton’s pal Chip Berlet no less—to the swirling of topics in a blender—Marilyn Monroe meets Roswell meets 9-11 meets JFK meets faked moon landing meets death of Diana meets world trade agreements meets Obama’s birth certificate meets David Icke’s reptile people, etc. As if they are all equal in importance and standard of proof adduced.

    Now whom does Shermer trot out to be the representative of the conspiracy side? Well remember who Shermer is. Would he use say John Newman on the JFK case? Or Mike Ruppert on 9-11? Nope. That would be fair. He wants to be unfair and ridiculous. So he brings in the overbearing, non-discriminating demagogue Alex Jones. And then to top if off, Shermer inserts the “Oh it’s all psychological, people need conspiracies to support themselves from facts they cannot accept stuff.” Its all been said before by Shermer. And this is just a cheap rehash. Except the danger of fascism angle has never been more virulent as it is here.

    The show couldn’t resist but to levy the same old tried-and-true “tin foil hats” remark when referring to people who suspect a conspiracy. Shermer even says he’s challenged people who believe in UFO’s to produce evidence and how they can’t respond. Fricking UFO’s and aliens, Michael? Michael, why don’t you challenge people in the JFK community? Michael? Are you there? Where’d he go?

    But is this a wholesale sell-out by the CBC? I doubt it. More likely, it’s a reflection of how the CIA itself operates; where the left hand doesn’t know what the right hand is doing; where individual agents go about their assignments in a bubble, not knowing what other agents are doing or even if there are other agents.

    But clearly, somebody at the CBC was receptive to Shermer’s advances; someone at the CBC had either already been aware of, or had been made aware of Shermer’s ongoing mission; otherwise he wouldn’t have gotten the gig…and the CBC wouldn’t have forked out the necessary budget allotment. Right? Clearly, someone at the CBC decided that this was bigger than any one individual; that it was the continuation of a team effort.

    Now, if you ask me who first phoned who to get the process rolling, I can’t say. But it is striking how Shermer continues to get the red carpet treatment from various news organizations. Isn’t it?

    “Michael Shermer making documentary about ‘conspiracy theories’ for CBC”. Very interesting announcement from the Huffington Post, no less. This is the same Huffington Post who refused to carry Jesse Ventura’s articles about 9/11. Then there’s Mark Lane, who can’t find a publisher for his book. Jesse Ventura sees episodes of his “Conspiracy Theories” pulled. “The Men Who Killed Kennedy” gets banned for all time by A&E. L. Fletcher Prouty’s “The Secret Team” gets mysteriously “unpublished” overnight by the CIA. Oliver Stone gets personally maligned, and his film JFK gets mercilessly slammed by the media…before it’s even released!

    No problems here. Or as Leslie Nielson would say with the building burning behind him, “Nothing to see here.”

    (Ever smiling)Michael Shermer begins by saying that people just can’t accept the fact that a great man like the president of the United States could be killed by a nobody such as Oswald.

    Not so, Michael; your premise is incorrect. Oswald was a somebody. In fact…he was super-human! Because according to Shermer’s logic (but more importantly, according to the president’s wounds) Oswald shot at JFK from behind him on the 6th floor, then he ran out and shot him in the throat from the front, then he ran over and shot him from the grassy knoll, then he ran back into the TSBD and had a Coke all within a few short seconds! With that type of speed Oswald could have made mince meat out of unworthy pretenders like Usain Bolt or Jesse Owens. Or The Flash. Or The Roadrunner.

    (Ever Smiling) Michael Shermer is always fond of theorizing about how people are prone to “misremembering” events, and how they are incapable of “connecting the dots properly”. Well, this just exposes how Shermer must obviously have done precious little research into the assassination. Because if he had, he’d know that Oswald was a radar operator for the U2 spy flight missions. Radar operators often use Morse code which is made up of a series of dots and dashes. So in other words…it was Oswald’s job to literally connect the dots properly! Take that, Michael!

    For shame, Michael! At least Mack, McAdams, Reitzes, and Von Pein are up to speed on the facts of the case. Of course, the fact that their life’s mission appears to be to subvert, mangle, misrepresent, and conceal those facts is altogether a separate issue. Come on, Michael…get in the game! A team only wins if every player puts out 110%! No team wants a teammate out there that the rest of the team has to carry.

    Just take a look at who Shermer consults in any of his puppet show/slide presentations available on the internet, or even on this documentary. Does he speak with Jim DiEugenio? Mark Lane? the Dallas doctors? Jim Douglas? David Mantik? Abraham Bolden? No, no, no, no, no, and no. The list goes on. Instead, Shermer invariably seeks out the expertise of a freelance “tour guide” in Dealey Plaza and tourists! Is this where you go to get your facts, Michael? But of course, (Ever Smiling) Michael Shermer prefers it that way. It allows him to make a mockery out of the whole thing, without having to answer tough questions. Or any questions at all, for that matter.

    He slips in, makes a mockery, and slips out again but seldom without his trusty cameraman nearby filming the whole thing. If Shermer could ever dispel even one of the dozens of proven facts that blow the Warren Commission fairy tale out of the water it would be so refreshing. Perhaps then he might be taken seriously. But as you’ll notice…he never once does this. Not once. Not a single time. Never. It is not in his mission statement. Ka-ching! Your check is in the mail, Michael.

    In my original review of Michael Shermer, I suggested the title of his magazine should be changed from Skeptic to Denier But now I think it should be changed to “Septic”. That’s because every time one of these disinfo artists has a bowel movement (inevitably disguised as a book, article, blog, slide show, museum, or documentary)…the rest of us are reduced to having to review, well, a bowel movement! It’s not unlike sorting through your dog’s stool with a stick when you think he may have swallowed a foreign object. And I don’t mean a “pink poodle” either, Mr. McAdams: this excrement leaves a pile of Brontosaurus proportions.

    But back to the documentary for a second. If you’ve noticed, I’ve spent very little time talking about it. That’s because it’s not worth talking about! There’s one thing that did give me great laughs. And that is when Shermer tells us that what conspiracy theories do is give us a dopamine hit! Aw, come on, now, Michael! Like it’s not enough that our brains don’t work and we can’t remember things properly – are you now telling us that we’re dope addicts too! Sheesh! The show even ends with “quiz”. Just answer the questions to see if you, too, are well, a conspiracy theorist!

    You won’t be surprised to know that Gary Mack offers up his opinion in this show. Mack says: “I’ve long believed, personally, that there was more to it than Lee Harvey Oswald. I just can’t prove it. And I don’t know anyone who can.”

    WRONG!

    Gary, allow me to present a list of FACTS that ARE proveable.

    • JFK was shot in the throat from the front
    • The “stretcher bullet” arrived at FBI HQ before the FBI agent delivered it
    • The most botched autopsy in history was conducted by inexperienced pathologists and was directed and controlled, not by medical protocol, but by military personnel who were yelling out orders of what to do and what not to do
    • The president’s brain was and is missing
    • The man who took the photos of Kennedy’s brain says he did not take them
    • Oswald was seen on lower floors during the time of the shooting
    • The condition of CE 399
    • Most of the Dallas doctors could not recognize the head wounds that they were later shown as having been the same as they had originally witnessed and treated
    • Several people expressed foreknowledge of the assassination
    • There were fake “agents” in Dealey Plaza
    • The Zapruder film

    And that’s only a partial list. I’m sure Gary would have little difficulty fleshing it out…to about ten times it’s current size. Just one of the items on that list would be sufficient to prove that Oswald was set up. But to have literally dozens and dozens? That sort of stuff just doesn’t happen in the real world. But this ain’t the real world we’re talking about here. Remember what I said earlier? It’s a review of the latest in a series of bowel movements. Hey, somebody’s got to do it. And Jim DiEugenio asked me to. Maybe he’s anti-Canadian? Whoops, another conspiracy theory.

    By Mack saying, “I’ve long believed, personally, that there was more to it than Lee Harvey Oswald. I just can’t prove it. And I don’t know anyone who can.” is just Mack taking the chump’s way out. Mack assures us that the case can’t be proved. Even though he surely know better. So what does Mack do instead? He uses this as justification to go ahead to put out KNOWN FALSITIES about the case! That’s like an paleontologist saying: “Well, all we have here are dinosaur bones … but we have no actual living dinosaurs. So, therefore, dinosaurs don’t exist.”

    I must give full credit to Gary, however. In Jesse Ventura’s Conspiracy Theory television show, Jesse asked Mack if he could imagine himself prognosticating about the JFK assassination over a beer a proposition that Mack enthusiastically accepted. This surely must have been gut-wrenchingly difficult for Mack. He was probably thinking to himself: “Beer? What’s with the beer? Everybody knows I prefer three shots.”

    From 1964 until 1968 there was a television show called “The Man from U.N.C.L.E.” It was all about spies, counterspies, secret agencies, disinformation, mercenaries for hire, double-agents, people in high places mounting wide-spread propaganda campaigns, and intelligence gathering. Contrary to popular belief, the original working title was not “The Man from D.U.N.K.L.E.” And I got that straight from Wikipedia – John McAdams’ own personal fiefdom!

    As you all know, McAdams cites Mack as being his “voice of sanity,” so  I don’t think McAdams would have steered Mack wrong about this. However, Gary very nearly did figure in another popular show from the 60’s – “McAdams’ Family”. Who could ever forget that memorable theme song with the snapping fingers?

    “They have a 6th Floor muse-um

    But nobody does believe ‘em

    It’s Reitzes, Mack, and Von Pe-in

    McAdams’ Family!”

    To see this one, click below.

    http://www.disclose.tv/action/viewvideo/91169/Conspiracy_Rising___Full_Documentary_/

    The most uplifting part of this whole exercise was certainly not the documentary itself, but the comments log beneath the show as seen above, and the CBC trailer here:

    http://www.cbc.ca/doczone/episode/conspiracy-rising-1.html

    There are dozens of pretty fantastic and excellent posts down there. What it proves, beyond a reasonable doubt, is that nobody not Michael Shermer, not Gary Mack, and not even the CBC is fooling anybody with this type of shameless propaganda.

  • Peter Janney, Mary’s Mosaic (Part 2)

    Peter Janney, Mary’s Mosaic (Part 2)


    Mary’s Mosaic, Part 2: Entering Peter Janney’s World of Fantasy

    Part One by Lisa Pease


    Mary Meyer
    Mary Meyer

    The first two people to inform me of Peter Janney’s upcoming book on Mary Meyer were Lisa Pease and John Simkin. Many years ago I wrote a two-part essay for Probe called “The Posthumous Assassination of John F. Kennedy” (This was later excerpted in The Assassinations.) The first part of that essay focused on the cases of Judith Exner and Mary Meyer giving me a background and mild interest in the subject. Consequently, when Lisa Pease told me about Peter Janney I wondered what kind of book he was going to write. After Lisa exchanged e-mails with him she told me not to expect much, since Janney had bought into Timothy Leary hook, line and sinker.

    JFK forum owner John Simkin’s backing was a real warning bell. For two reasons: first, Simkin is an inveterate Kennedy basher. He once wrote that Senator Kennedy was the choice of the so-called “Georgetown crowd” for the 1960 presidential election. Most accurately described as Georgetown, which seemed to house half the hierarchy of the State Department and the CIA and the journalistic establishment, many of whom gathered for argumentative high-policy dinner parties on Sunday nights (‘The Sunday Night Drunk,’ as one regular called it.” Smithsonian magazine, December 2008) This shows that Simkin is the worst kind of Kennedy basher: the kind that knows next to nothing about Kennedy. If Simkin was backing Janney’s book then I naturally figured the plan would be to aggrandize Meyer and diminish Kennedy. (Which, as we shall see, is what happened.) Second, Simkin said that Janney would be taking up the late Leo Damore’s work on Meyer. The dropping of Damore’s name and work really raised my antennae. Although Simkin praised Damore with Truman Capote type accolades, I discounted all of them. Why? Because I had read Senatorial Privilege, Damore’s book about Ted Kennedy and the Chappaquiddick tragedy. (Senatorial Privilege: the Chappaquiddick Cover-Up, Regnery Gateway 1988) I knew about the controversy surrounding that book. In addition to being sued by his original publisher to get their advance back, Damore was also sued by one of his interview subjects, Lt. Bernard Flynn. Flynn declared that Damore had an agreement with him in which he was promised $50,000 for his cooperation in writing the book. (Sarasota Herald Tribune, 7/10/89) Checkbook journalism was almost to be expected for that book and so was Damore’s excuse for why Random House had declined his manuscript, namely that the Kennedys were behind it. (A premise, as Lisa Pease noted, which the judge did not accept.)

    Rejected by Random House, Damore was then picked up by rightwing political operative Lucianne Goldberg. With her leading the way, Damore signed with the conservative oriented publishing house Regnery. This move showed that Random House was correct in divorcing themselves from Damore because, unlike Random House, Regnery did not review the book’s facts or interpretations. As James Lange and Katherine DeWitt show, Damore distorted his book so much that its main theses were not supportable. (Chappaquiddick the Real Story by James Lange and Katherine Dewitt, July 1994)

    Damore
    Leo Damore

    Damore picked up John Farrar’s unlikely theory that the drowned Mary Jo Kopechne could have survived for hours in the overturned car by means of an “air pocket”. The problem is that Farrar was not in any way a forensic pathologist or experienced crime scene investigator. He was the manager of the local Turf ‘N Tackle Shop and supervisor of the local Fire and Rescue unit where he did have experience with scuba searches and rescues. For as Lange and DeWitt show, three of the four windows in the car were either blown out or open as the car drifted underwater. (ibid, p. 89) Since Kopechne was in the front seat, the current was raging, and water pouring in, how could she have survived in an air pocket? Second, Farrar and Damore ignored the danger of hypothermia, which is the cooling of body temperature from water that can lead to death. (ibid, p. 83) Further, as Lange and DeWitt show, there was no collusion by the Kennedys to gain favorable treatment. Damore misquoted the laws of Pennsylvania where Kopechne was buried in order to make that faulty impression. (ibid, p. 156) Relying on an estranged and embittered Kennedy cousin Joe Gargan, Damore tried to say that Ted Kennedy wanted him to state that someone else drove the car. (ibid, p. 81) As more than one commentator has written, the problem with this is that Ted Kennedy never made this request at any time. It comes from Gargan and Gargan himself did not say it until 14 years after the fact. Damore bought it whole.

    The worst part of Senatorial Privilege is the title. Because, as Lange and DeWitt demonstrate, Ted Kennedy did not get preferential treatment. He got what any other citizen would have gotten back in 1969 if he could afford a good lawyer. Lange was an attorney who specialized in these types of cases, personal injury and car accidents. On the criminal side, Kennedy was liable for the charges of leaving the scene of an accident and reckless driving. On the civil side, he and his insurance company paid out $140,000 to settle with the Kopechne family for wrongful death. (About a half million today.) And that was what anyone else could expect under these circumstances. Keep in mind this incident preceded the formation of Mothers Against Drunk Drivers and the escalating penalties for DUI’s. There simply was no other credible evidence to sustain any other charges. Consider what Joseph Kopechne, father of Mary Jo, said in this regard, “I can understand shock, but I cannot understand Mr. Gargan and Mr. Markham. They weren’t in shock. Why didn’t they get help? That’s where my questions start.” (ibid, frontispiece)

    This comment cuts to the heart of the matter. Gargan and Markham were the two people who Kennedy went to after he tried repeatedly to rescue Kopechne from the car. There is no doubt that Kennedy was suffering from a concussion. It was so bad that his doctors were thinking of doing a lumbar puncture (spinal tap) to see if there was brain damage. (ibid, pgs. 47, 72) This explains his shock, disassociated state, and his retrograde amnesia. And this is where Gargan and Markham should have stepped into the breach and gotten Kennedy to a hospital, or called the Coast Guard or police. They did neither.

    For me, the Lange and DeWitt volume is the best book on that subject and they, not surprisingly, had some unkind words for Damore as an author. They said the problem with Damore was that he believed anyone. Without checking up on what they said – even when it was easy to do so. They were also specific about two serious background defects Damore had as a writer. He was very weak on the legal research side and his knowledge and skill in forensic science left much to be desired. (ibid, p. 269)

    As stated, Damore was working on a book about Mary Meyer when he died. The late Kennedy researcher and author John H. Davis was briefly associated with the project, but he did not proceed. Peter Janney then decided to pick up where Damore left off. A major problem with Janney is this: He never questioned anything that Damore did previously even though Senatorial Privilege tended to show that Damore was an agenda driven kind of an author who did not do his necessary homework. Further toward the end of his life Damore was suffering from some serious psychological problems that were manifesting themselves in visible ways. Both areas should have been addressed by Janney.

    Before leaving Damore for now, let me note one more important fact about both him and Janney. The text of Janney’s book runs for almost 400 pages yet you will not see the quote that Damore gave to The New York Post about where his book was headed: “She (Meyer) had access to the highest levels. She was involved in illegal drug activity. What do you think it would do to the beatification of Kennedy if this woman said, ‘It wasn’t Camelot, it was Caligula’s court.’” (Damore biography at Spartacus Educational site.) Caligula was the ancient Roman Emperor who was said to have had incest with all three of his sisters, opened a brothel in a wing of the imperial palace and wanted to make his horse into a consul. This revealing statement illustrates the complaints that Lange and Dewitt had about Damore as an author. That is, he believed anyone without doing any checking or homework because, as we will see, there is virtually no credible evidence to support any of that statement.

    II

    There are two reasons I spent some time on Leo Damore. First, as stated, much of what Janney writes derives from Damore. Second, the portrait drawn of Damore as an author is seriously skewed by both Janney and his promoter Simkin. (Simkin actually pushed Janney’s work on writer David Talbot, and he included it in his book Brothers: The Hidden History of the Kennedy Years. A segment that seriously flawed a fairly good book.) This skewing of Damore is echoed throughout Mary’s Mosaic. Janney’s book is so preconceived, so agenda-driven, so monomaniacal, that the character portraits the author draws can kindly be called, stilted. Unkindly, one could say they are distorted, almost grotesque. Before getting into this baroque gallery of caricature, let me briefly summarize the story that Janney is at pains to portray.

    Mary Pinchot was the sister of Antoinette Pinchot. Antoinette was the wife of Ben Bradlee, future editor of the Washington Post. Mary Pinchot married Cord Meyer, a rising star in the World Federalist movement who eventually joined the CIA and rose to an officer’s status. The Meyers divorced in the late fifties after having three sons. Mary then began to cultivate what appears to have been a hidden but real talent for painting. Due to the fact that her sister was friends with the First Lady, and Ben Bradlee was friends with President Kennedy, she was often invited to the White House. Less than a year after Kennedy was assassinated, Mary Meyer was killed while jogging. The accused assailant, for whom there was plentiful probable cause, was Ray Crump. Crump was acquitted due to the services of a bright and skillful lawyer named Dovey Roundtree. It is important to note that, up to this point, 1964-65, there was nothing more to this story. Mary Meyer was killed, the only suspect was acquitted and that was that. It was not until 12 years later that the story began to mastasize itself. Through former Washington Post/Newsweek reporter James Truitt, The National Enquirer now wrote that Mary was having an affair with JFK and this included a claim of them smoking grass in the White House. This revelation was not enough for Timothy Leary. Several years after the National Enquirer story surfaced, Leary then added to it by saying that Meyer and Kennedy were not just toking weed, but dropping LSD. And that he supplied it to Mary. Although according to Leary, Mary never named JFK, Leary adduced that Kennedy was killed because Mary had given him LSD and this had turned a cold warrior into a peace seeker.

    This was the tale that Damore picked up and Janney then completed. They add to it that Mary had somehow become disenchanted with the national security state, and had become some kind of foreign policy maven. She was therefore advising former cold warrior Kennedy in 1963. After Kennedy was killed, she suspected that it was a high level plot. She also figured out that the Warren Report was a cover up. The CIA learned about this and decided to have her eliminated in an elaborate, commando type of plot in which Ray Crump was an innocent bystander.

    The reader is familiar with the old saying that extraordinary claims demand extraordinary evidence. If not, they are reduced to empty bombast. This book is filled with claims and revisionism that are so extraordinary that they are startling. The problem is that there is a paucity of evidence for them that is simply appalling. It is so appalling that, for the experienced and knowledgeable reader, one has to wonder why Janney wrote the book. After reading it, and taking 15 pages of notes, I think I figured it out. And it relates to the problem of his skewed portrayal of Damore.

    Peter Janney
    Peter Janney
    marysmosaic.net

    When the Meyers were married and Cord worked for the CIA, their family became friends with the Janney family. Peter Janney’s father was a CIA analyst. The Janney children therefore knew the children of Cord and Mary Meyer. It is fairly clear from his description of her that young Peter Janney became enamored with Mary Meyer early in life. While playing baseball at her house he raced around to retrieve the ball and discovered her sunbathing nude. This is how he describes the scene: “She lay completely naked, her backside to the sun. I was breathless… and I stood there for what seemed to me a very long time, gawking. At the time, I had no words for the vision that I beheld….” (Janney, p. 12) If this is not enough, he then adds to it by saying this experience had left him “somehow irrevocably altered, even blessed.” (ibid) So, for Janney, seeing Mary Meyer’s nude backside was a quasi-religious experience that altered him permanently. To make this point even more clear, it is echoed when Janney learns that Mary Meyer is dead. He says he crawled up into bed in a fetal position. He adds that his sleep was fitful that night as he wrestled with the fact of her death. (p. 14) The problem with this early infatuation is that Janney kept and nurtured it his entire life. Anyone can see that by the way he approaches her. He doesn’t write about the woman. He caresses her in print. This is not a good attribute for an author. For it causes the loss of critical distance. As Dwight MacDonald once wrote about James Agee, a far superior writer to Janney, “The lover sees many interesting aspects of his love that others do not. But he also sees many interesting ones that aren’t there.” This is clearly the case here. For the aggrandizement of Mary Meyer in this book is both unprecedented and stupefying. If Janney could back it up with credible evidence, it would be one thing. He doesn’t. Therefore it gets to be offensive since it says more about Janney’s childhood wish fulfillment than it does about Mary Meyer.

    But there is something even worse at work here. Since Mary Meyer is to be the exalted center of the book’s universe, this means that all the other personages rotating around her will be defined by Janney’s blinding portrait of Mary. Cord Meyer is insensitive, brooding, and worst of all, no fun. James Truitt, Mary’s friend who started it all off, has been maligned. Ron Rosenbaum and Philip Nobile, who wrote an extended essay on the search for Mary’s “diary”, are independent, and searching authors wedded to the truth. Ray Crump is an innocent naïf who just happened to be at the scene of a CIA hit. And, worst of all, John Kennedy was an empty playboy who needed to be guided to his vision of world peace by Mary Meyer and, of all people, Timothy Leary.

    The problem with all the above is not so much that its wrong – it is. But that, as with his portrait of Damore, Janney tries to juggle and curtail and borrow from certain sources in order to make it seem correct to the novice reader. Most readers, of course, are not aware of the juggling, curtailment, and borrowing, or the reliability of the sources. To demonstrate, let us start with the two most important people in the book: Meyer and Kennedy. As I noted, Janney tries to portray the young Mary Meyer as something like a supernatural being who is not so much headed for Vassar as Valhalla. Consider this: “Was it encoded in Mary Meyer’s DNA to be so independent, strong-willed, even courageous? Quite possibly yes.” (Janney, p. 145) Or this: “For her life’s mosaic only begins to reveal the complexity and uniqueness of a woman…. This remarkable odyssey… reveals a glimpse of a strikingly rare and exceptional woman….” (Ibid, p. 144) Oh my aching back. After reading this I wrote in my notes: “Is he serious? The reason we are talking about Mary Meyer is twofold: her brother-in-law was Ben Bradlee and her husband was Cord Meyer.” That might seem cold, but it’s a lot closer to the truth than the hot air Janney spews.

    Why do I say that? Because there is no credible evidence to show that Mary Meyer was the foreign policy maven that Janney wants – needs – her to be. The closest that anyone can come is to say that she once worked as a reporter for both NANA and UPI. (Janney, p. 159) She also freelanced articles to Mademoiselle on things like sex education and venereal disease. (New Times, July 9, 1976) This was in the early to mid forties. So what does Janney do to fill in the breach of the intervening years? He tries to say that Mary, the housewife and mother, furthered this interest while married to Cord Meyer while he was president of United World Federalists (UFW). So I went to Cord Meyer’s book Facing Reality to see if there was any proof of this. There isn’t. For example, while on a working holiday, Mary was not helping him write, she was fishing. (Meyer, p. 39) In fact, Cord Meyer actually writes that his position in UWF had created a distance between him and his family and this is one reason he resigned. (Meyer, pgs. 56-57) Cord then went to Harvard on a fellowship in 1949-50. If Mary had any special interest in foreign affairs, this was the place to develop it. Yes, she did take classes, but they were in design. And this is where she first discovered her painting ability. In 1951, Cord Meyer is about to join the CIA. If Mary had really been helping Cord in his UFW work, wouldn’t she have said “No, that is not what we believe in.” Again, the opposite happened. Mary was all in favor of him joining the CIA. (Ibid, p. 65) But further, Cord Meyer kept a journal. In his book, when he is discussing their decision to divorce, the split in not over the nature of his work. Its simply because he spends too much time on it and therefore is not a good husband since he doesn’t take enough interest in her. (ibid, p. 142) This, of course, is a common complaint among housewives.

    After this, when the two separated and then divorced in the late fifties, Mary got custody of the two sons. Therefore, she raised them and worked on her painting. She was under the instruction of one Ken Noland. Noland was not just her instructor, she also slept with him and their relationship went on for a while. But he was not the only one for Mary Meyer was involved with several men after her divorce. (ibid, New Times) So, as unconventional as Mary’s life seemed to be, where did she get the time and knowledge to become, in Janney’s terms, Kennedy’s “visionary for world peace”? While Meyer was quite intelligent and studied, the evidence for this is simply not there. This is the price a writer pays when he idealizes his subject beyond recognition.

    But it’s worse than that. As I said, Mary is Janney’s sun, everything else in the book revolves in a direct relationship around her. Therefore to fulfill his childhood dream of Mary as JFK’s muse, not only does Janney exalt Mary, he must then diminish Kennedy beyond recognition. I was a bit surprised as to how he accomplished this. In this book, any kind of CIA source, including Janney’s father, is suspect in regards to Mary, as is the Washington Post. But yet, this standard is reversed with Kennedy. For Janney now uses authors like Post favorites Peter Collier and David Horowitz to characterize the young Kennedy as the empty young playboy who first encounters Mary Meyer when he was a college freshman. He also trots out, of all people, CIA asset Priscilla Johnson. But that’s just the beginning. Janney is so intent on reducing Kennedy to Hugh Hefner that he then hauls in books like Kitty Kelley’s biography of Jackie Kennedy, and even Edward Klein, who has been convincingly accused of manufacturing quotes. Seeing this pattern, I waited for Janney to drop the neutron bomb. That is, Seymour Hersh’s piece of discredited tripe, The Dark Side of Camelot. He didn’t disappoint me. It’s there at the end of Chapter 8, with all the other rubbish.

    Janney has to do this because he simply will not let anything – like facts or evidence – counter his agenda. For if he did try to present the true facts about young John Kennedy it would undermine the picture he is laboring so hard to etch. For instance, Janney writes, “Jack Kennedy entered his presidency as an avowed Cold Warrior.” (Janney, p. 234) He says this because he needs to portray Mary as Kennedy’s guide to a different world. There’s a big problem with this: It’s a lie.

    John Kennedy did not need a Mary Meyer to tell him anything about what his foreign policy vision was. As anyone who has read good books about Kennedy knows, his unusual ideas about the United States, Russia, the Cold War and communism did not begin with the Truitt/Leary fantasy about drugs in the White House. Kennedy’s education went back over a decade earlier. This was when young congressman Kennedy visited Saigon in 1951 to find out what the French colonial war there was actually about. There he discovered a man named Edmund Gullion. Gullion worked in the State Department and understood what was really happening in Indochina. He told Kennedy that the conflict was not about communism versus democracy. It was about national liberation versus European imperialism. And the French could never win that struggle since Ho Chi Minh had galvanized the populace so much around the issue that thousands of young men would rather die than stay under French rule. (Richard Mahoney, JFK: Ordeal in Africa, pgs. 14-15.) This visit was the key to turning Kennedy’s views around on this issue. Kennedy never forgot Gullion, who was his real tutor on the subject. Once he became president, Gullion came into the White House. Predictably, you will not find Gullion’s name in this book.

    Now, if Janney were really interested in finding out the truth about Kennedy, after establishing this fact, he would have then done two things. First, he would have asked: Why did the congressman do what he did in Saigon? He didn’t have to go off the beaten track like that. He could have just swallowed the hokum about communism, the domino theory and the Red Scare. How do you explain what he did as he was now about to embark on a race for the Senate? Secondly, the author then would have traced the speeches Senator Kennedy gave pummeling the Dulles brothers, Eisenhower, Nixon and the Establishment’s view of the Cold War. These speeches are plentiful and easy to find. One can locate them in the Mahoney book or in Allan Nevins’ The Strategy of Peace. Kennedy continually railed against John Foster Dulles’ hackneyed and Manichean view of the Cold War. In 1957 Kennedy said, “Public thinking is still being bullied by slogans which are either false in context or irrelevant to the new phase of competitive coexistence in which we live.” (Mahoney, p. 19) In 1956, he made speeches for Adlai Stevenson in this same vein. Stevenson, the darling of the liberal intelligentsia, thought they were too radical and told him to stop. (ibid, p. 18) Then, in 1957, Kennedy rose in the Senate to make his boldest attack yet on the White House and it’s backing of European colonialism. This was his blistering speech concerning the administration’s inability to talk France out of a second colonial civil war, this time in their North African colony of Algeria. (ibid, pgs. 20-21)

    Janney cannot present Kennedy honestly – even though this information is crucial to understanding the man – because that would make him too interesting and attractive to the reader. For the enduring attraction of John F. Kennedy is this: How did the son of a Boston multi millionaire sympathize so strongly with the Third World by the age of 40? For that is how old Kennedy was when he made his great speech about Algeria. That seeming paradox seems to me much more important and interesting than any aspect of Mary Meyer’s life. But beyond that, it would show that Kennedy was anything but a Cold Warrior when he entered office in 1961. This is all demonstrable because it was this decade long education that made Kennedy break so quickly with Eisenhower/Dulles in 1961 and on so many fronts e.g. Congo, Indonesia, Laos, Vietnam, and Iran.

    So this whole idea that Janney is peddling, that somehow a single mom and fledgling painter like Mary Meyer was going to teach the sophisticated John Kennedy what the likes of Gullion, John K. Galbraith or Chester Bowles could not, this is simply not tenable. It can only exist in utter ignorance of who Kennedy really was, way before he got to the White House. So when Janney tries to pull off a rather cheap trick, as he attempts to do on pages 259-74, for anyone who knows Kennedy, it’s transparent. What he does here is set up Jim Douglass’ JFK and the Unspeakable on one side of the table. On the other he has a calendar of when Mary was at certain presidential functions in 1963. He then tries to argue that, somehow, if she was there when such a thing happened, then she had advised JFK to do it. Once you understand the method, it gets kind of humorous to watch. For instance, when Kennedy goes to the Milford, Pennsylvania Pinchot estate for a family dedication in September of 1963, he is about to announce NSAM 263, the withdrawal order from Vietnam. Also, the back channel with Fidel Castro is heating up with Cuban diplomat Carlos Lechuga, ABC reporter Lisa Howard and American diplomat Bill Attwood. Presto, Mary is again responsible. (By the same logic, Kennedy’s limo driver could have been advising him also, since he was there too.) What Janney doesn’t tell you is that Kennedy’s withdrawal plan began two years earlier, in the fall of 1961. That’s when he sent John K. Galbraith to Saigon in order to present a report to Secretary of Defense Bob McNamara recommending a draw down in American forces. (James Blight, Virtual JFK, pgs. 72-73) The back channel actually began in late 1962 and early 1963, when New York lawyer James Donovan was negotiating the release of the Bay of Pigs prisoners. (See Cigar Aficionado, “JFK and Castro”, September/October 1999.) An author should not deprive the reader of important information like that. But this is how intent Janney is to abide by his Mary Meyer social calendar so he can make something out of nothing. Its also how intent he is on diminishing Kennedy. In reality, this information proves the Timothy Leary part of this fairy tale is an utter fabrication and that Janney and Damore were suckers to buy into it. Kennedy needed nothing from Leary’s psychology or mind enhancing to achieve his goals.

    First, Leary had written literally dozens of books prior to his 1983 opus Flashbacks. (In Flashbacks, Leary said he slept with Marilyn Monroe. I have little doubt Janney buys that also.) For my earlier essay, I waded through the previous books one by one trying to find any mention of the episode that – mirabile dictu – first appeared there. For it was in 1983 when Leary first wrote about a scene in which this striking looking woman comes to see him back in the early sixties. Her goal is to turn on some powerful people in Washington. So Leary supplies Mary with mind-altering drugs. Then, in early 1964, she comes in looking sad. She says words to the effect: “he was changing too fast”. The implication being that somehow the combination of Mary’s (phantom) knowledge and Leary’s drugs made JFK see the light. Leary was so desperate to sell his book Flashbacks that he didn’t do his homework. He didn’t notice that even though he had written over 20 books previously, and had 21 years to do so, he never once mentioned this unforgettable and crucial incident in the thousands of pages he had already published. Somehow it slipped his mind. Maybe because it didn’t happen?

    Second, Kennedy did not need either him or Mary Meyer to construct a vision of how he was going to alter American foreign policy. As I have shown above, he had been preparing for that well in advance and immediately got to work on it in 1961. The exposure of Leary as a fabricator, along with the facts about Kennedy’s real foreign policy ideas, this combination obliterates one of the book’s main theses and with it, two entire chapters: 9 and 10.

    III

    Janney needs to have a reason for Meyer to be killed by someone besides Crump. So what did he and Damore dream up as a motive for a precision commando team to do away with the single mom who was trying to be a painter? According to the two sleuths it was this: Mary doubted the Warren Report. (Janney, p. 329) Yep, that’s it. We are supposed to believe that the CIA so feared the single mom’s Vincent Salandria-like forensic skills that they decided to kill her. The problem with this is that there isn’t any credible evidence for it. But that’s no problem for Janney and Damore. They find a way around it. According to Janney, Mary must have read Mark Lane’s critical essay about the Commission in The Guardian in December of 1963. She must have read the New Republic piece called Seeds of Doubt by Staughton Lynd and Jack Miniss also. And, of course, Mary had to have read the article by Harry Truman in the Washington Post, which really is not about Kennedy’s assassination, but about how Truman felt the CIA had strayed from its original mission. I think this is what Janney is saying. Since he spends six otherwise unnecessary pages describing these 3 essays. (pgs. 297-302) The problem is there is no evidence, let alone proof, she did any of this, or was even interested in it. Just as there is no proof that Mary discussed the assassination with William Walton. Even though, if you can believe it, Janney spends five pages on that possibility. (pgs. 302-06) Janney apparently thinks that if he describes something long enough we will be convinced that Mary read it. Not so. For anyone who sees through that tactic, this material is empty filler.

    But then comes something that had me agog. It was bold, even for Janney. Janney writes that, when the Warren Report was published, Mary rushed out and bought it. She read it carefully and she became fully enraged by the cover up taking place. She even had notes in the margins, with many pages dog-eared for future reference. Now, let us step back from this construct for a moment. The report was issued on September 28, 1964. Meyer was killed on October 14th, about two weeks later. Janney wants us to believe that the fledgling painter with two kids and a number of boyfriends read the 888 page Warren Report, fully digested it, and thoroughly deconstructed it in two weeks. As someone who has actually studied the Warren Report, I found this quite far-fetched. So much so that it made me wonder if Janney had actually even read that volume. I really don’t think he has. Because the Warren Report has over 6,000 footnotes to it. Almost all of them are to the accompanying 26 volumes of hearings and exhibits. And those were not issued until after Mary was killed! It would have been difficult for anyone to understand the report enough to be “enraged at the cover up” without seeing the back up evidence. The first person to actually do this was Vince Salandria, an experienced lawyer, and it took Salandria months to assemble and break down the evidence in the volumes. Unless there were evidence showing she was in communication with someone who was following the government’s investigation closely, are we really to believe that painter Mary could do in a flash what it took lawyer Salandria months to achieve? Please.

    But let us grant Janney his miracle. Maybe Mary took Evelyn Wood classes in speed-reading. Maybe she made secret trips to Dallas. Maybe, through her ex-husband, she got Warren Commissioner Allen Dulles to give her an advance copy of the Warren Report and the volumes. Let us grant Janney any or all of these necessary illusions. How was this single mom, this private citizen with no official position anywhere, going to do anything about the media’s embrace of the Commission? If we are old enough, let us think back to the release of the Warren Report. Every single arm of the mainstream media was broadcasting how great the report was, and in the most thunderous and unqualified terms. It was a coordinated propaganda operation run out of the White House, with help from the United States Information Agency. Was Mary going to march into the local CBS affiliate and demand airtime? Was she going to fly to New York and request a coast-to-coast hook up from NBC? While there, would she demand a front-page article in the New York Times? That was not going to happen in 1964 or 1965. Not with people like Bill Paley (CBS) and David Sarnoff (NBC) in charge. Was she then going to go to her brother-in-law, Ben Bradlee, then of Newsweek, later the Washington Post? Because Bradlee obviously didn’t publish anything suspicious of the Warren Report regardless of his relationship with JFK, for he knew it would endanger his power base. (David Talbot, Brothers, p. 393) And if this is not the point, then what is? That Mary was going to talk about her doubts with her sons, or her friends? What would that achieve? Especially with the mass media smothering all attempts to raise any doubts. And again, where is the proof of this? Once we realize that Janney has built on a base of unfounded assumption, then the reason d’être for the book evaporates. There simply was no motive for the CIA to kill Mary Meyer. And they didn’t.

    IV

    When Dovey Roundtree was first approached about the case of Ray Crump she was an accomplished attorney who was one of the few females to graduate from Howard University Law School. Quite naturally, the whole issue of race formed a big part of her life. Consider this passage from her book Justice Older than the Law where she describes her feelings about going to Spelman College in Atlanta: “I was nearly paralyzed by my pain in those years. Decades would pass before I finally let go of the seething rage I harbored toward every white person who had ever wronged me, toward the whole faceless mass of white humanity who might someday wrong me for the mere fact of my blackness.” (p. 30, Roundtree and Katie McCabe) This is why, after she became a lawyer, she then became an ordained minister at Allen Chapel African Methodist Church in Washington D.C. I note this because, although Crump was black, even Roundtree was hesitant to take his case at first. As she writes, “I was dubious about his innocence, so persuasive were the facts the government had arrayed against him.” (ibid, p. 190) What then pushed her into taking on his cause? Through her own minister, Crump’s mother decided to make a personal plea to Roundtree. Predictably, she said her son was a “good boy.” And, of course, he would never do anything like what he was accused of doing here. With her background, this plea emotionally resounded with Roundtree. As she writes, “I compared her, consciously, to my grandmother, fighting ever so ferociously for Tom and Pete and all us “chillun” against onslaughts of every sort.” (ibid, p. 191) Since her grandmother had just died, this vaulted her to defend Crump “with a force I would not have thought possible.” (ibid, p. 194)

    The prosecutor, Alan Hantman, made two tactical errors which allowed Roundtree to raise the issue of reasonable doubt. Since the police arrived within minutes of the attack, and sealed the publicly known egresses, there was no exit from the towpath area where Mary was killed. Therefore, Hantman deduced that Crump, who had been hiding in the undergrowth next to a culvert, had to be the assailant. The problem is that the mapmaker, Joseph Ronsivale, had never actually walked the area himself. The well-prepared Roundtree had. On cross-examination, she indicated there were possible areas of exit not on the map. (Nina Burleigh, A Very Private Woman, p. 263) Secondly, there appeared to be a discrepancy in the chief witness’ estimate of the height of the assailant. (Although, as Lisa Pease noted, jut about everything else in his identification was spot on.) Roundtree harped on the point to establish reasonable doubt. It was not until the end of the trial that Hantman was alerted to the fact that Crump had worn shoes with two-inch heels that day. Therefore, the prosecutor only brought this up in his summation and could not restore Henry Wiggins while he was on the stand. (Ibid, pgs. 272-73) But Wiggins saw the assailant slip something dark into his jacket pocket as he stood over the fallen body. And the moment he saw the apprehended Crump he exclaimed, “That’s him!” (New Times, 7/9/76)

    Crump
    Ray Crump

    Hantman also made a strategic error. He thought Crump would testify on his own behalf. When Crump was apprehended, he was soaking wet. He was wearing a t-shirt with torn black pants. He was covered with bits of weed. He had a bloody hand and a cut over his eye. The police later discovered a jacket near the scene. Along with his cap, Crump had ditched it, and his wife confirmed it was his. (Burleigh, p. 234) There was no one else in the area in this condition. Hantman looked forward to cross-examining Crump, not just about his condition at the time, but all the lies he had told to explain his incriminating state away. For example, he said he was in the area to go fishing. Except he didn’t bring his pole. He said he cut his hand on a bait hook – which he also left at home. How did he explain having his fly down? An officer did it. Why was he soaking wet? Crump first tried to explain this by saying that he had slipped into the river from his fishing spot. When that lie was exposed, he said he had fallen into the river while asleep. (ibid, p. 265) Did his hat and jacket fall off his body as he slipped? Once these lies were exposed for what they were, Hantman would then be able to show that Crump’s condition had all the earmarks of a man who had been involved in a sexual attack. It had been resisted, and Crump had then tried to wipe away the nitrates in the water, and bury the weapon in the soft dirt. Once he was under cross-examination, Crump would wither and weep and say, as he did to the police, “Looks like you got a stacked deck.” (ibid, p. 234) Justice would be done.

    Hantman never got his opportunity to expose Crump. Roundtree was too smart and experienced for that. She knew Hantman would demolish her client. (Ibid, New Times.) So she declined to put him on the stand. Roundtree did what a good defense lawyer does. She raised the specter of reasonable doubt. Crump was acquitted.

    And that is a shame. For Crump had serious problems prior to Meyer’s murder. He had been arrested for larceny. And he had a bad drinking problem. He suffered from excruciating headaches and even blackouts. His first wife despised his drinking problem. When drunk, he became violent toward the women around him. (ibid, p. 243) And there was evidence Crump had been drinking that day. As Nina Burleigh demonstrated in abundance, Crump went on to become a chronic criminal, a real menace to society. He committed a series of violent crimes, many of them against women. Roundtree and Janney understand what a serious problem this is for them. No lawyer wants to admit they helped a guilty man go free. So she came to say that it was Crump’s incarceration while under arrest, and the pressure of the trial, that did this to Crump. This ignores his record prior to the arrest. And it begs the question: If Crump was really the put upon naïf they make him out to be, he would not have been arrested 22 times afterwards. The record indicates the opposite: a budding sociopath was now free to terrorize many more innocent people

    Lisa Pease did a neat job rendering absurd the scenario Janney tries to conjure for his version of what happened on the towpath. We are supposed to believe that this was a precision commando team plot:

    1. One of the trial witnesses who identified Crump, William Mitchell, was actually a deep cover CIA hit man, the actual assassin. As Lisa points out, in Janney’s world, Crump was picked out that morning.
    2. Apparently one of the platoon was stationed outside of Sears or Penney’s with a walkie-talkie. (Janney actually says they were delivered by CIA technical services.)
    3. When Crump was located near the scene, his clothes description was relayed to this person via radio.
    4. The person bought clothes that perfectly fit Crump.
    5. The clothes were then delivered to Mitchell. And Mitchell actually killed Meyer.

    The reader should note: this James Bond scenario has two problems with it. First, it is so precise and intricate it makes the Mossad look like Keystone Cops. Why go through all of in the first place? Why not just kill Mary from any of the concealed areas nearby with a sniper, a silenced rifle and sabot? This would take care of any witness contingencies, or any possible friends joining Mary for her jog. And, in fact, Helen Stern had arranged to meet Mary that day for a run. (Burleigh p. 230. You won’t find Stern’s name in Janney’s book.) Secondly, would not such a precise commando team realize that there was a big problem somewhere along the way? Namely that Crump was black and Mitchell was white? So I imagine that after all the clothes were ordered, then delivered to the crime scene, some Navy Seal put on his color corrected glasses, looked up and said: “Oh shit! The guy’s black!” We are supposed to believe that with its enormous reach, and realizing this was Washington D.C., the CIA could not find one black covert operator in all of its worldwide operations.

    As is his bent, Janney shoves that lacuna under the rug. What he does to paper it over is startling. I had to read this section over twice to make sure I did not misread it the first time. Mary was shot twice. There is evidence her body was also dragged about 20 feet. Janney writes that this was done in order to be sure there was a witness! (Janney, p. 335) But why would you do that if Mitchell was white and Crump was black? Well see, the CIA had ways to alter skin pigmentation. (ibid, p. 332) Apparently the chemical process could be done on the scene and was effective instantaneously. In a matter of minutes, Mitchell went from Caucasian to African-American. It must have been an amazing sight to watch. (And Michael Jackson’s doctor was way behind the times.) But Janney’s pen cannot keep up with the constant convolutions of his imagination. Because three pages later he now says that Mitchell escaped after the killing and was replaced by a stand-in for Crump. (ibid, p. 335) Janney never asks himself: “Why would the CIA do that?” Why not just have the African-American stand in kill Mary in the first place? Maybe because someone just wanted to see if Mitchell could transform himself from a white guy to a black guy in front of your eyes?

    As the reader can see, in his unremitting effort to fit a square peg into a round hole, Janney has ascended into the heights of dreadfulness. And he spared himself no embarrassment in getting there.

    V

    If I did not mention the reports about Mary’s “diary”, I would be remiss. In 1976, James Truitt was the source for an article in The National Enquirer. The article said that Meyer had been having an affair with JFK in 1962 and 1963 but that wasn’t enough for Truitt. He added that Kennedy and Meyer smoked weed in the White House, but Kennedy had told Mary she should try cocaine. Truitt actually said he supplied the joints and that Mary had kept a diary about the affair. The original article supplied almost nothing about why Truitt should reveal this at the time about two people who had been dead for over a decade. But there were some strong indications as to why. And the Enquirer was not at all forthcoming about them. Ben Bradlee was promoted to executive editor of the Post in 1968. One year later he fired Truitt. According to Nina Burleigh, Truitt had developed a drinking problem by this time and had also begun to show signs of mental instability, perhaps a nervous breakdown. (Burleigh, p. 284; Washington Post 2/23/76) Therefore, Bradlee forced him out with a settlement of $35,000. (Burleigh, p. 299) Truitt’s problems now grew worse. It got so bad that his wife Anne sought a conservatorship for him based on a physician’s affidavit that he was suffering from mental impairment. (ibid, p. 284) The actual words used in the affidavit were that he was incapacitated to a degree “such as to impair his judgment and cause him to be irresponsible.” (ibid, italics added) In 1971, Anne divorced him. A year later, so did the conservator. All this left Truitt in a sorry state with nowhere to turn. He wrote to Cord Meyer and asked for a job with the CIA. When the job did not materialize he moved to Mexico. He remarried and lived with a group of expatriates, which included many former CIA agents. And he now began to experiment with psychotropic drugs. (ibid) If this was your source for a front-page story, I can understand not revealing the man’s background.

    The upshot of The National Enquirer story was that Ron Rosenbaum and Philip Nobile later wrote an article for New Times in which they tried to trace what happened to Mary’s incriminating “diary”. It is hard to decipher this story because you have to understand the personal relationships at work. Ben Bradlee was at loggerheads with CIA counter-intelligence chief James Angleton. Angleton thought that Bradlee had blown his cover when writing a review of a book by Kim Philby, a high-ranking member of British intelligence who was exposed as a double agent. (Burleigh, p. 283)

    As we have seen, Truitt had serious problems, was doing psychotropic drugs, was involved in a CIA expatriate community, and was clearly closer to Angleton than he was to Bradlee. Truitt also seems to have had an anti-Kennedy bias from the beginning. (See Bradlee’s Conversations with Kennedy, pgs. 43-49) I won’t go through the whole morass of testimony on the “diary” issue. I already did that in my previous article. (For those interested, see The Assassinations, edited by James DiEugenio and Lisa Pease, pgs. 339-44) Further, contrary to what Janney tries to imply, the two people who wrote the 1976 New Times essay, Ron Rosenbaum and Philip Nobile, were not paragons of honest and indefatigable reporting. In fact, one could argue they were much too close to both the CIA and the Post. I once wrote a short article about Rosenbaum for Probe revealing what a CIA lackey Rosenbaum went on to be. (Probe, Vol. 4 No. 6, p. 28) And further, how he had been co-opted by Angleton and his acolyte Edward Epstein. To the point that Rosenbaum actually argued that Kim Philby had not snookered Angleton. Instead Angleton had let Philby escape to Russia so that he could relay back to him secrets of the KGB! Rosenbaum’s sources for this one? Epstein and Howard Hunt. Need I add, that along with his pro-Angleton tendencies, a clear anti-JFK coloring also marked his work. (ibid) In other words, if Angleton could have picked a writer to follow up on the Truitt tale, he could hardly have done better than Rosenbaum.

    But the bottom line is this: Even considering all the relationships and biases, there is no credible evidence that any diary, in the normal sense of that term, was found. What was found was a sketchbook that had traces of Mary’s relationship with Kennedy in it. (ibid, p. 343) Toni Bradlee, Mary’s sister, destroyed it, which was the natural choice.

    After sifting through this whole “diary” imbroglio, I came to a conclusion in this regard as far as Angleton went. If the diary had depicted what Truitt told The National Enquirer, wouldn’t Angleton have found a way to get it into the press? With his connections? But he never did that, did he? And he had 23 years to do so. So he did the next best thing. Recall, Angleton had been fired at the time of The National Enquirer story’s appearance. In regards to Kennedy’s assassination he was now becoming “a person of interest” to both the Church Committee and the House Select Committee on Assassinations. Realizing this, he was starting to map out defenses. One of these, apparently worked out with Dick Helms, was a veiled threat to discredit and smear JFK personally. (Dick Russell, On the Trail of the JFK Assassins, p. 57) What I believe happened is that after Angleton was ousted he contacted his friend Truitt. Due to his social and emotional state, and his animus toward Bradlee, Truitt was now easy prey. Angleton got the poor guy to say things Angleton wished the “diary” had said, but it didn’t. (But, in fact, Truitt was now actually doing those things himself.) It is also important to note that, at this point in time, Angleton told these kinds of bizarre stories to anyone who would listen to them. He once told reporter Scott Armstrong that Truitt was not just doing peyote and mescaline in Mexico but that he had done LSD in America. Who was his acid trip partner? Phil Graham, previously the publisher of the Post. He also told Armstrong that Mary Meyer had had an affair with Graham, among several other men. (Burleigh, p. 299) Of course, these posthumous libels never got into print. But, the Enquirer was a different story as far as evidence and credibility went.

    Let me touch on one more method that Janney uses to further his unremitting agenda. As noted by Lisa Pease, like Truitt, Leo Damore was a very troubled man towards the end of his life. But knowing that, the indiscriminate Janney still sources many of his footnotes to “Interview with Leo Damore”. No documents, no exhibits, no independent corroboration. Just Janney talked to Damore. In the echelons of academia, this technique is called the self-reinforcing reference. And Janney does not just use the technique with Damore. For instance, I have pointed out why Timothy Leary is a dubious witness. To bolster Leary’s credibility, who does Janney use? More Leary. Maybe Janney thinks if he makes a walking, talking hologram of Leary that will make him believable.

    Well, Janney’s piece de resistance in this regard is a set of notes made by Damore’s lawyer, Jim Smith, about a phone call Damore had with him in 1993. Damore called Smith and said he solved the Meyer case. Damore said he sent a letter to a CIA safe house to one William Mitchell. Recall, this is the guy who used a chemical process to turn himself from white to black to fake out Wiggins in the murder. Well, if you can believe it, Mitchell replied to Damore’s letter.

    Again, it is necessary to step back from the construct. I have been doing field research in this case for a long time. I have encountered CIA safe houses. The reason they are called that is that they are run, monitored, and controlled by the Agency. The idea that a journalist like Damore would write a letter to one, it would get through, the hit man would reply, and they then would talk for hours on the phone, this is all quite foreign to my experience. But that is what Janney wants us to believe happened. (Janney p. 407) Janney even writes that Damore supposedly met the man in person. (ibid, pgs. 378, 404) Now, just this would be enough for me to arch my eyebrows and close my eyes. But further, there are no tapes or transcripts of any part of the call. Even though Damore said he taped the whole thing. (ibid, p. 408) Even though Damore said he was up most of the night talking to the man. (ibid, p. 404) Further, none were produced either at the time of the call in 1993, after Damore’s death two years later, or in the intervening 17 years. Any writer worth his salt who had been working on a project as long as Damore had would have:

    1. Taped the call
    2. Had it transcribed almost immediately
    3. He would then have had the tape and transcripts duplicated.
    4. The originals would have been placed either in a personal safe or in a safe deposit box at a bank. Not just to prevent them from being purloined. But because they were worth money. They would be instrumental in negotiating a large book contract from a major publishing house.

    What does Janney say in this regard? That Damore’s book agent told him “he thought he remembered Damore talking about certain aspects of this call.” (ibid, p. 412, italics added) Under normal conditions, once Damore told the agent about every aspect of the call, the agent would have requested the copies be sent to him special delivery. He then would have begun working the phones. Within a week or so, he would have had a substantial contract for Damore to sign. Yet, none of this happened, or even came close to happening. Damore had two years to come up with this proof, or to meet with Mitchell, attain his photo, and ascertain his precise living conditions. Yet none of this information exists.

    But Janney now goes further in using Damore. The notes say that Damore talked to Fletcher Prouty. Prouty helped Damore put some pieces of the puzzle together and identified Mitchell as an assassin. (ibid, p. 420) This jarred me. Knowing the life and work of Prouty as I do, it was out of character for him. Fletcher never identified a black operator unless he had a high public profile e.g. Ed Lansdale, Alexander Butterfield. I knew this not just from his work but also from the patron of his work, Len Osanic. So I talked to Len about this point: Did you ever know Fletcher to expose an undercover black operator? He replied in the negative. In fact, he even sent me a radio show in which a host was badgering Prouty to do just that. Fletcher would not. I then asked him if Fletcher had ever mentioned Damore, Janney, or Mary Meyer to him. He said no. I asked if, since Fletcher’s death in 2001, Janney had called him to confirm anything? He said no he had not. I then asked him when Fletcher had resigned his position in the Pentagon. Len said it was in January of 1964. (E-mail communication with Osanic of 6/22/12) I now started to scratch my head. Mary Meyer was killed in October of 1964. How could Fletcher have known about the Damore/Janney “operation” if he wasn’t in the Pentagon anymore?

    But that’s not the worst about Damore. For Damore, his most obstinate obsession was his protean attempt to turn Mary Meyer into a combination of Sylvia Meagher and Madeleine Albright. And the key for that was the existence of a “diary”. One that would say more than what the Bradlees said it did. Well, for that poor soul Damore, this became his equivalent of the Holy Grail of Arthurian legend. And according to those notes Janney finds so bracing, Damore found it. But I think the notes overdo it. Because he didn’t find it just once. Not even just twice. But three times. (See pgs. 325, 328, 349) Even Mitchell had a diary. Did he break into her apartment after killing her? (What skin pigment did he use this time? Maybe Native American?) But guess what? None of these are around today. As the reader can see by this sorry trail, Lange and DeWitt were correct. Damore’s problem is that he believed anyone – without doing any checking. But Janney then multiplied this problem. Because, in turn, he believed anything Damore told him. And as shown above, he also didn’t check it. Even, it appears, when Damore was in a questionable mental state.

    VI

    From the above analysis, it is difficult to find a credible source that Janney uses to further his rather leaky conspiratorial construct. Or a credible document. And this brings us to a man whose name I thought I would never again have to type: Gregory Douglas. As Lisa Pease pointed out, Douglas has many names he goes under e.g. Peter Stahl and Walter Storch. And in fact, it appears his son might us one of them. He also has a proven record of being involved in past forgeries, including Rodin statuettes. But Janney is going to minimize the past history of this scoundrel. In fact, he actually begins his section on the man by praising his knowledge of the Third Reich and his book Gestapo Chief: The 1948 Interrogation of Heinrich Muller. (Janney, p. 352) Again, this is disturbing because that book is certainly a forgery. In it, it is claimed that the wedding between Hitler and Eva Braun in the Berlin bunker was a staged production. The real Hitler was planning to escape so he poured through Berlin to find a stand-in for himself. (Reminds one of Janney’s Crump stand-in.) Hitler staged this bit of theater and then had the stand-in killed to mislead the Russians. Hitler then escaped Germany in April of 1945 for Spain. In other words, the stand-in, who, apparently, even talked like Hitler, fooled all the seven – actually even more – witnesses who were in the bunker. Another giveaway is that Douglas claimed to have the original interrogations of Muller. Yet he needed to get these translated into German for German publication. The problem is that, according to the American version of the book, these already were in German. (When you lie as often as Douglas, it’s hard to keep track of them all.) Douglas also has been known to modify bad forgeries. In other words, after the first run through, someone will point out that, say, the heading on the letterhead is wrong. He will then correct that technical error. But he keeps the fabricated information the same. Douglas also tried to pass off a letter to David Irving and Gitta Sereny showing that Hitler knew nothing about the Holocaust. (http://www.fpp.co.uk/Legal/Observer/Sereny/Independent291191.html)

    Why is a discredited person with no credibility important to Janney? Because of the so-called Zipper Documents. These were part of a group of papers that Douglas alleges were left to him by former CIA officer Robert Crowley. Crowley knew Angleton. If one believes Douglas, Crowley likely had foreknowledge of the JFK assassination and Angleton left him a set of papers, which depicted his planning of the murder. This is ridiculous in and of itself. The idea that a man like Angleton would keep such a record in his possession is laughable. That Crowley would be left a copy is even more so. But the worst thing about the Douglas dubbed “Zipper Documents” is that, like the Muller book, they have been demonstrated to be near certain forgeries. (Click here for one demonstration http://www.ctka.net/djm.html). In 2002, when Douglas used these to publish his book Regicide, more than one person began to examine them. Finding serious problems with them – like Lyman Lemnitzer being Chairman of the Joint Chiefs in 1963, when he was not – they began to do some background work on the author. They discovered his long and sorry history of flim-flammery. But Janney wants to minimize this key fact. Why does he want us to do such a thing? Because Douglas included a couple of paragraphs about Mary Meyer in his faked book.

    But it’s even worse than that. Because Janney seems to have developed a friendly relationship with the forger. As noted in the above referenced article I wrote about Douglas, journalist Joseph Trento and Douglas got into a dispute about Crowley’s papers. To the point that Trento and Crowley’s surviving family thought of filing legal action against Douglas/Stahl/Storch. (This seems to have stopped Douglas from setting up a web site based on his phony documents.) Janney seems intent on making this confidence man credible. So he allows Douglas to produce an email exchange between him and Trento in which Trento asks Douglas to produce some documents from the Crowley papers. (Janney, p. 360) Janney then says that this email reveals that Douglas actually had the actual Crowley papers. What can one say about such logic? Except that Janney never asked himself this question: If a man is going to forge a four volume set about Hitler’s Gestapo chief Muller, then what does it take to fake a one paragraph email? And when I called Trento, and read him this e-mail he stopped me about four lines into it and said, “No, I never sent him an email like that at all. And anyone who believes I did is a fool.” (Phone interview with Trento, 7/3/12. Also, there are web sites devoted to the subject of faking e mails.)

    Let me close this section by addressing another significant point in this rather sorry excuse for a book. In Janney’s obsession, he is willing to actually say that his father, Wistar Janney, was somehow part of a conspiracy involving Mary Meyer. Wistar’s crime: He was listening to the radio at work and heard about a murder in the towpath area which Mary frequented. From the description, the victim was likely Mary. So Wistar called his friends Cord Meyer and Ben Bradlee and told them about it. Let us see how this is dealt with by the man on the other end of the line, Bradlee: “My friend Wistar Janney called to ask if I had been listening to the radio. It was just after lunch, and of course I had not. Next he asked if I knew where Mary was, and of course I didn’t. Someone had been murdered on the towpath, he said, and from the radio description it sounded like Mary. I raced home.” (Bradlee, A Good Life, p. 266) What could be suspicious in that? Further, if one believes Rosenbaum and Nobile, this is how Angleton also first heard about the possibility that Mary may have been the victim. His wife called him after listening to the radio. But not taking it seriously, he shrugged it off and went back to a meeting. (Ibid, New Times.) Further, Cord Meyer writes about the call he got from Wistar in his book also. (Facing Reality, p. 143) Some conspiracy. But further, why would the plotters need Wistar to be listening to the radio and make the calls if this was some kind of ultra precision CIA elimination? According to Janney there were about a half dozen people involved in the crack commando team right there on the scene. Shouldn’t one of them have contacted a relay center? Makes a heck of a lot more sense than a desk guy listening to his radio.

    But further, in most states, the definition of a criminal conspiracy is this: two or more people agree to perform a crime and there is one overt act committed in furtherance of the enterprise. Mary was already dead at the time of this call. So what was the overt act Wistar committed? But beyond that, what was the crime in Wistar alerting Mary’s brother-in-law and former husband that she may have been the victim of an attack? Wouldn’t her sister and children be the most impacted people if it was her on the towpath? Therefore, weren’t Ben Bradlee and Cord Meyer the right people to call? But let us consider this also: What if Wistar had not made the contact? Would not the two men have found out about it later that day anyway? Yes they would have. In fact, Bradlee’s home was notified by the police to identify the body. So if Wistar had not made the call, what would have ended up differently? The Bradlees still would have been at Mary’s apartment that night, and so would the Angletons, since they had a previous engagement with Mary that night. (Ibid, New Times)

    VII

    After long and careful textual and source analysis, what does this book rely on to advance its theses? It relies on people like Damore and Truitt who, as shown here, simply were not reliable in the state they were in. It relies on a chimerical “diary” that does not exist, and which the best evidence says was really a sketchbook. It relies on so-called CIA documents that are demonstrative fakes originating from a proven forger. It relies on a man like Leary whose story only surfaced 21 years later after he had somehow missed 25 opportunities to tell it.

    Like a contemporary Procrustes, the author then distorts the major characters to fit into his agenda. If one recalls from Greek mythology, Procrustes was a bandit from Attica who would abduct people and then either stretch them or crush them to make them fit into an iron bed. This book stretches Mary Meyer beyond recognition, and crushes JFK beyond recognition. It elongates Crump and then crushes Mitchell to fit into that iron bed. The combination of its dubious information plus the distorted character portraits makes the volume look less like a book than a 17th century phantasmorgia.

    But as bad as the book is, it might have been worse. Because in its original form, Janney’s book was not just going to be Mary leading the neophyte Kennedy to worldwide détente. But she also was leading him to the hidden secrets about UFO’s! (Was this is one of the versions of the “diary” Damore found?) Therefore, Kennedy and the USA were not just going to achieve world peace, but Spielberg-like, Mary would also help him make peace with the creatures from the outer space. Although, as Seamus Coogan points out on this site, this whole UFO thing appears to be another Douglas like hoax. (Click here as to why http://www.ctka.net/2011/MJ-12_Preamble_I.html)

    And further, Janney was going to use another spurious major source, namely the late David Heymann. In fact, Janney and Simkin talked about spending hours on end talking with Heymann years ago. It was not until Lisa Pease and myself exposed Heymann as the serial fabricator he was that they realized he was a liability and separated themselves from him.

    The worst part about this whole sorry spectacle is that, as with David Talbot, Janney has somehow convinced some people they should take him and his book at face value. What can one say when Doug Horne jumps on Amazon.com to praise Mary’s Mosaic? Or when Dick Russell writes an introduction for the book? Or Jim Marrs gives Janney a blurb? Because someone knows the JFK case, or thinks they know it, does not mean they know the Meyer case, and this is one of the very worst things about this book. Janney often navigates back and forth between the really fine work done in the JFK case and people like Leary and Douglas and Damore. Unlike what Janney tries to imply, these are two distinct and separate entities. They contain two separate databases of evidence, two separate lists of source literature, and, for the most part, two separate casts of dramatis personae. To say that if one is familiar with JFK, that you then have the credentials to pronounce judgment on a book about Mary Meyer, that is simply a fallacy. And what is worse, it appears that none of these people did their homework. They just rushed out to create unwarranted accolades and now are left with custard pie on their faces.

    If we actually place any value in Mary’s Mosaic, then we simply become a reverse mirror of the MSM. They think almost no history-altering event is a conspiracy. Our side replies, “Well look, if you are imaginative enough, dedicated enough, and work long enough, anything can be a conspiracy. And a high level, dastardly one too.” As long as you don’t scratch it too much. After nearly 49 years, we have to be better than that. The fact that Janney’s book has been accepted by some in the critical community indicates to me the continuing ascendancy of the Alex Jones, “anything goes” school. That is, an alternative media with no standards; one which accepts any conspiracy theory as long as its contra the official story. To me, as the USA declines further and further, this is just another form of distraction to entertain the masses in the coliseum. Pity the country that has to choose between Jones and say Chris Matthews. If that’s the choice, to paraphrase W. C. Fields, I’d rather be in Costa Rica.

  • Peter Janney, Mary’s Mosaic (Part 1)

    Peter Janney, Mary’s Mosaic (Part 1)


    Mary’s Mosaic: Entering Peter Janney’s World of Fantasy

    Peter Janney has written a book entitled Mary’s Mosaic: The CIA Conspiracy to Murder John F. Kennedy, Mary Pinchot Meyer, and their vision for World Peace. From the subtitle, researchers can be forgiven for thinking that Janney’s book is a serious contribution to our side, as many of us believe that the CIA killed John Kennedy in part because he was trying to end the Cold War and rein in covert operations. But Janney’s book is such a frustrating mix of fact, fiction, speculation and unverifiable data that I cannot recommend this book. Indeed, I’d rather it came with a warning label attached.

    Most people don’t read books the way I do. Most people assume the data presented is true unless proven false, and they give the author the benefit of the doubt. On any topic of controversy, especially the JFK assassination, which has become so imbued with disinformation that it’s hard to know whom to believe, I take the opposite approach. I pretty much dare the author to prove his case to me, and I check every fact I don’t already know from elsewhere against the author’s sources to determine whether or not I find his “facts,” and therefore his thesis, credible.

    When I first picked the book up in the store, I turned to the footnotes. You can tell a lot about an author by the sources he cites. From that moment, I knew this would be a troubling and not worthwhile book. As I flipped through the pages, I saw Janney, as if in a cheap magic act, attempt to resurrect long-discredited information as fact. Frankly, I wouldn’t have wasted the time reading it at all, had I not been asked to review it.

    I cannot, in a book review, take on the task of refuting every factual error and pointing out every unsubstantiated rumor-presented-as-fact in this book. Simply because there seemed to be at least a couple of these per page. Since the text runs to nearly 400 pages, it’s just too big a task. So I’ll focus on challenging some specifics regarding the three key points of Janney’s overall thesis: 1) That Mary Meyer was not killed by Ray Crump, the man arrested and tried, but not convicted of her murder, 2) That Meyer had an ongoing, serious sexual relationship with a President Kennedy that involved drug use, and 3) That Meyer’s investigation into the CIA’s role in the JFK assassination got her killed.

    Janney accepts these three conclusions as fact. After reading his presentation, and examining his case, I’m convinced that none of them are true.

    Let’s start with Mary Meyer’s murder. If Crump was truly framed for a crime he didn’t commit, the CIA theory is at least possible, if not exactly probable. But if Ray Crump actually committed the crime, then Janney’s thesis, and indeed, the thrust of his whole story, goes out the window. So let’s examine that issue, based on the evidence Janney presents.

    The Murder

    Janney opens his chapter on Mary’s murder with witness Henry Wiggins, Jr. While on the road above the tow path where Mary was killed, Wiggins heard “a whole lot of hollerin,” followed by a shot. He ran to the edge of the embankment, heard a second shot, looked down toward the canal and saw an African American man standing over Mary Meyer’s body. Wiggins described the “Negro male” as having a “medium build, 5 feet 8 inches to 5 feet 10 inches, 185 pounds.” Wiggins said the man was wearing a beige zippered jacket, dark trousers, dark shoes, and a dark plaid cap. What was Crump wearing that day? According to his neighbor, who remembered Crump passing that morning, Crump had been wearing, quoting Janney, “a yellow sweat shirt, a half-zipped beige jacket, dark trousers, and dark shoes.” Quoting the neighbor, via Janney, “he had on a kind of plaid cap with a bill over it.” That’s a pretty exact match.

    Crump would eventually get off because his very astute lawyer, Dovey Roundtree, harped on the height discrepancy. Her client was much shorter than 5’10”. His driver’s license, says Janney, said he was 5’3½ and 130 pounds. But Janney doesn’t tell us when Crump got his license. Lots of kids sprout another inch or two (or more) after getting their driver’s license. Your height isn’t verified when you renew your license. And, in fact, Janney tells us the police measured Crump upon his arrest and recorded his height as 5’5½”. Janney says “it’s not clear” whether Crump was measured with the 2″ heels he was wearing that day. But this is just silly. Why would the police have measured him with his shoes on? Even my doctor makes me take my shoes off to weigh me and to check my height. Why would the police would do less. So from Janney’s own evidence, Ray was 5’5½”, wearing 2″ heels, putting his overall height at 5’7½”. This is quite close enough to Wiggin’s lower end of 5’8″. Janney also quotes Crump’s emotionally invested lawyer Roundtree as saying Crump was shorter than her. But if she were wearing heels and crump was in prison flats, that could explain her perspective. (At one point Janney is naïve enough to say Roundtree would never have represented a guilty man. Clearly, the woman believed Crump was innocent. But that does not mean her faith in him was justified.)

    In addition, Janney shows, by a picture, that Crump was a fairly normal-sized man, not skinny, not heavy. A “medium build,” just like Wiggins described. And Crump weighed in at 145 pounds, which was fifteen pounds more than the weight on his driver’s license. By his own logic, does Janney want us to believe Crump had 15-pound shoes on? Or was it simply that time had clearly passed between the time the young man got his driver’s license and the time of his arrest? And if the young man had gained weight, couldn’t the young man have grown a couple of inches, too? (I knew someone who was short until he went to college, where he suddenly grew by several inches.) If Crump was only 5’3″, 145 pounds would have made Crump look downright stocky. That many pounds on a 5’5½” frame, however, would look simply healthy, matching what we see in the picture Janney provides of Crump on the day of his arrest.

    In addition, Crump lied to the officer who arrested him. And more than once. And it began immediately. Asked if he had worn a jacket and cap, he said no. But yet it turned out he had discarded them and they were later found. (Burleigh, A Very Private Woman, p. 234) Asked why he was dripping wet, he claimed he had been fishing and fallen in the water. But he had no fishing tackle on him. His fishing equipment was still in his garage at home. His pants were unzipped and when the officer asked why, Crump said it was because the officer had roughed him up. And so he unzipped his pants? This was nonsense. Crump sounded more like a pathological liar than an innocent man. The officer concluded he was a likely suspect and thought he had jumped in the river to attempt to swim away. Janney tells us that’s not possible because Crump couldn’t swim. But plenty of people would choose water over arrest if they thought that was their only chance of escape. Anyone can dog paddle. You don’t need to know how to swim to attempt to do so. Janney claims Crump had fallen asleep drunk after a tryst with a girlfriend, woke and stumbled into the river. But according to Burleigh, Crump developed this story after his fishing rod was found at home, which reduced that first excuse to pablum. (ibid, p. 244) And this belated discovery about his fishing equipment also made his excuse for a bloody hand—he cut it on a fishhook—rather flimsy. (Ibid, p. 265) In other words, Crump was lying about why he was there. And he was also lying about how he got in the very suspicious condition he was in at the time. That is, dowsed in water, with blood on him and his zipper down. With an attractive dead woman on the scene, these would all be indications of a sexual attack, resistance, and either escape, hiding, or an attempt to get rid of some blood or other evidence on his person. In fact, when his discarded jacket and tossed cap were found, indicating he had tried to change clothing to escape witness identification, Crump himself started weeping uncontrollably while saying, “Looks like you got a stacked deck.” (Ibid, p. 234)

    Janney trots out the suggestion that Crump’s arrest and prosecution were racially motivated. But how did his race dictate the condition he was in when apprehended? Is Janney trying to say that if a white man was found at the scene of the murder drenched in water, with blood on him, his zipper down, and lying his head off, he would not have been apprehended? Nonsense. Further on this point, Wiggins, the original witness, was himself a black man. And even further, three-quarters of the jury was black! Dovey Roundtree was black. If anyone ever got a fair shake, it was Crump.

    Janney tries to argue that this innocent naif turned to a life of crime after having been jailed for an offense he didn’t commit. I find this argument at odds with the facts. Janney read and quotes from Nina Burleigh’s book A Very Private Woman, a biography of Meyer in which Burleigh discusses the killing in depth. But Burleigh also pointed out that Crump had a criminal record before the Mary Meyer murder. (Burleigh, p. 243) Janney chooses not to share that information with his readers. Presumably because it would neutralize his argument about Crump, the put upon victim. When, in fact, it appears Crump was a sociopath before the murder of Mary Meyer. Because not only did he have a criminal record and been in prison, but he had a drinking problem. Plus, he had a head injury which caused him extreme headaches, and even blackouts. When intoxicated, he had been violent toward the women in his life. (ibid) Which fits the circumstances here. Crump had been drinking prior to the murder. And, in fact, not only was Crump arrested with plentiful probable cause, and with a criminal and anti-social background, but as the author acknowledges, Crump then went on to a life studded with serious crimes. These included arson, violent threats to two women, and apropos to our discussion here, rape and assault with a deadly weapon. (Or, as Roundtree later admitted, Crump did have some trouble with the law.) The man ended up being arrested 22 times! His first wife left him. He then remarried and doused his home with gasoline. He then set it afire. With his second wife inside. He also pointed a gun at her. Naturally, she left him also. But then, in 1978, he set fire to an apartment building where his new girlfriend was living. Previously, he had threatened to murder her also. Several months later, he took the 17 year old daughter of a friend on a shopping tour in Arlington. Afterwards, he took her to an apartment. There he raped her. Tried on a previous arson charge, he spent four years in jail. (Burleigh, p. 280) And this is but the half of it. So, far from Janney’s gibberish about an innocent man being stressed out, the actual adduced record strongly indicates the opposite: the justice system allowed a criminal to be set free. He therefore went on to terrorize several innocent people because of that. But Janney is so involved with his agenda that, near the beginning, he writes that we should all feel sorry for the ruined life of the wrongfully prosecuted Ray Crump. Wrongfully prosecuted? A man caught in those kinds of circumstances? But beyond that, Janney wants no one to feel anything at all for the numerous victims of this sociopath.

    And so, we get to the crux of the problem with Janney’s book. He discounts evidence that discredits his thesis, no matter how credible, and props up information that supports it, no matter how flawed and insubstantial. I find that troubling. If it only happened a couple of times, that’s understandable, and human. When it becomes a pattern, there are only two possible conclusions: either Janney really doesn’t understand the evidence, or he hopes we don’t.

    Time-challenged

    Before I leave Crump’s case, I want to point out one other episode, because I think it illustrates Janney’s shortcomings as an author and researcher.

    Janney spends a good many pages analyzing the time it took for officers to reach Crump. Why? Because he understands the other forensic problem he has with Crump’s arrest. Not only was it the very suspicious condition he was in, but there was no one else fitting the Wiggins’ description at the scene at the time. Therefore, the author wants us to believe there was a second black suspect in the woods that day. Janney says Detective John Warner arrested Ray Crump at 1:15 p.m. , and then tries to make a big deal of a misstatement by another officer in court, who said he saw a black man poke his head out of the woods at about 1:45 p.m. Yet everything else the officer says makes it likely he really meant 12:45 p.m., not 1:45 p.m. But Janney wants to make the later time stick.

    Janney says officers Roderick Sylvis and Frank Bignotti arrived at a boat house about a mile east of the murder scene at about 12:30 p.m. Janney says they waited “about four or five minutes” after arriving at the scene. Then, he says they exited their patrol car and spent “about five minutes positioning themselves for their eastward trek toward the murder scene.” Does anyone believe that officers would rush to a murder scene and then sit in the car for four or five minutes before getting out? I don’t. It sounds more like Janney has used the same five minutes twice to make ten. Next, Janney says the two got out of the car, walked about 50 feet (4 yards), and stopped to talk to a couple on the path to ask what, if anything, they had seen. The officers said this took about five minutes. Even if Janney was right to add the first five minutes twice, adding another five minutes should bring Janney to 15 minutes, making the time 12:45 p.m. Janney then says, however, that 30 minutes had then provably elapsed. That the time by now was about 1:00 p.m. (I’m not kidding. See for yourself on pages 122-123 in his book.)

    But it gets worse. Janney says Officer Sylvis then walked a mile towards the murder scene. At which point he saw the head of a black man pop up from the woods to look at him. Janney allows that he could have walked a mile in 15 minutes. I agree. But that puts the time at 1:00 p.m., even with Janney double-counting those first five minutes. But Janney can’t even follow his own math here. Because he states that 45 more minutes had elapsed! Can anyone else add 5+5+5+15 and get 75? That’s number of minutes Janney wants us to believe this episode took in order to get him from 12:30 p.m. to 1:45 p.m.? I can’t compute that. Janney did.

    Sylvis said it took him about 15 minutes to return to his fellow officer along the path he had come. That makes sense. If it took 15 minutes to get out about a mile, it should take the same 15 minutes to return. That puts his total time on the ground there at about 45 minutes (5+5+5+15+15), which is also what Sylvis testified to in court. Janney, however, claims in an interview with Sylvis, Sylvis confirmed the “1:45 p.m.” timeframe. But without knowing what exactly Janney asked, and what exactly Sylvis answered, I simply don’t find this credible. Did Janney just read him his testimony and say is that what you meant? No doubt, he would have answered yes. But that would be a meaningless confirmation if presented to Sylvis out of context. Janney offers no other new information from Sylvis that would explain how 45 minutes became 75.

    Janney tries a similar technique with Detective John Warner. Warner said he got to the canal path at about 12:30 p.m., waited a few minutes, and then walked 45 minutes west, at which point he found the wet Ray Crump. Janney presents the trial testimony of Warner’s account of the exchange between Warner and Crump. Incredibly, Janney claims that the time it would have taken to have this conversation and then walk a tenth of a mile would be ten minutes. Finding this rather suspect, I tried it myself and timed it. It took about 45 seconds to say the questions and answers out loud, and I even elaborated on the answers. How long does it take to walk one-tenth of a mile? If you can walk one mile in 15 minutes, as Janney already conceded, then a tenth of a mile would take you all of 1.5 minutes. So that’s a bit less than 2.5 minutes, total. Which is not even close to the Janney induced 10. It’s hard to believe that a man with a BA from Princeton, a Ph.D. from Boston University and an MBA from Duke could have this much trouble with simple math. But the logic of arithmetic is not what defines Janney. What defines him is his desire to support his theory of who killed Mary Meyer and why. Any evidence that gets in the way is simply discarded or reshaped to fit his theory. As the reader can see from our discussion so far, that last statement is not at all harsh or unjustified.

    Co-authored by Damore

    That brings up the subject of Leo Damore. After reading the tome, the book should say “co-authored by Leo Damore,”. That is how prevalent his presence is in Janney’s work. Janney relies on him at every turn, even buying Damore’s deus ex machina solution to Meyer’s murder: a CIA hit man did it. Which hit man? William Mitchell, says Janney, based on Damore’s lawyer’s notes of a call with Damore. Mitchell had gone to the police after hearing of the murder to describe a man who had been following Mary. And Mitchell was a good witness to incriminate Crump. The man exactly fit Crump’s clothing and description. So now, what is Damore’s evidence that Mitchell was not really just a witness, but the actual killer? To Janney and Damore, Mitchell appeared to have used military and teaching titles as fronts for CIA work. And, according to them, he once lived in a nearby CIA safe house. William Mitchell may have been an intelligence agent, or he may not have been. But that doesn’t make him Mary’s killer. Oh, but Mitchell confessed, according to Damore–says Janney. That’s right. Get this, in reply to a letter to a safehouse! The idea the CIA would let such a letter through is absurd on its face. The idea they would then let a hit man reply to it is worse.But Janney actually believes a CIA hit man would confess to a journalist–who had every intention of making the comment public–that he had killed Mary Meyer. Any hit man worth his salt knows better than to confess to doing an elimination, especially if one ever wants to work again, much less live to talk about it. (No tape of this allegedly taped conversation has ever surfaced.) And in fact, it is third hand hearsay: from the hit man, to Damore, then relayed by phone from Damore to his lawyer before he died. Therefore, there is no possible way one can crosscheck this very hard to swallow information.

    Janney wants us to believe the following scenario: Meyer, an essentially powerless citizen who held no elected office, who was so private that it was noted in the title of her only biography, was targeted for assassination. Why? Janney says she didn’t believe the Warren Report. This is the extent of what Janney offers as a motive for murder. Although he takes many more pages to do it. (And, by the way, Nina Burleigh says she did believe the Warren Report.) According to Janney/Damore, in order to control the damage–lest the private woman start espousing conspiracy theories to her CIA neighbors–a large-scale assassination plot, comparable to the one that killed Kennedy, had to be launched. Unlike the Kennedy assassination, however, where Oswald was designated as a patsy well in advance, according to Janney, Crump was chosen as the designated patsy the very morning of the crime. Talk about a precision commando platoon. These guys make the Mossad look like Keystone Kops. Someone on the hit team radios Mitchell what Crump is wearing. (Presumably, Mitchell then runs to Sears, waits for the store to open, and found just exactly the right combination of clothes, right down to the plaid hunting cap.) Mitchell finds Meyer on the tow path and kills her shortly before 12:30 p.m.

    Not only does Janney have Mitchell killing Meyer in essentially plain sight, he then has Mitchell stopping and pausing deliberately to allow witness Wiggins to get a good view of him. (That was not a mistype. That is what Janney writes.) Now why did the Agency do this kind of up close kind of assassination, which reminds us of a Mafia hit, involving witnesses who could see both the victim and assailant? Why not just hire a long range sniper with a silencer and a sabot? This is what the author says: See, because they wanted a witness to identify Mitchell as a black man. Why? To frame Crump. Those of you who think normally may ask: But wasn’t Mitchell a white man? Yes he was. Well, did they use a hologram? Did they hypnotize Wiggins? Nope. But its close to that. Janney says that the CIA can alter skin pigmentation easily. But evidently, they didn’t employ African-American black operators to save themselves that problem. Sometimes, Janney can’t even keep up with his own convolutions, his incessant desire to fit a square peg into a round hole. Because after he talks about this Michael Jackson type skin altering, he then says there was a black man ready as a stand-in nearby. I kid you not. Read this side-splitter for yourself on pages 332-35.

    Where does all this blather come from? Its based on Damore’s rantings to his lawyer and the lawyer’s cryptic notes of that session, From this third hand, truly wild hearsay, Janney concludes that Damore learned that Mitchell killed Meyer for the CIA. But yet there is an important fact that Janney mentions near the start, but does not fully describe until near the end. In the last couple of years of his life, Damore had some serious psychological problems that may have stemmed from an undiagnosed brain tumor. Therefore, he was acting paranoid: he thought he was being tailed, he thought his phone was tapped. Damore ended up taking his own life. But Janney is agenda driven until the end, of both the book and Damore’s life. The author somehow thinks the CIA manipulated Damore into committing suicide. Even though Damore had told Janney he had thoughts of suicide and begged Janney to take him in. Extraordinary claims, like this one, demand extraordinary evidence. What Janney offers us here does not even come close to that standard.

    And Janney does not stop at Damore’s wild and possibly tumor-induced scenario regarding Mitchell as CIA hit man. He tries to make his own father a part of the plot. Wistar Janney, a CIA analyst, called two friends to alert them to the likelihood of Meyer’s death early in the afternoon: Ben Bradlee, whose wife was Mary’s sister, and Cord Meyer, her estranged husband. This is how Bradlee describes the incident in his book: “My friend Wistar Janney called to ask if I had been listening to the radio. It was just after lunch, and of course I had not. Next he asked me if I knew where Mary was, and of course I didn’t. Someone had been murdered on the towpath, he said, and from the radio description, it sounded like Mary. I raced home.” (A Good Life, p. 266) Let us step back for an instant and think rationally. If one does that, I don’t see anything sinister in the timing or the incident. The Janneys had been friends with the Meyers for well over ten years. The radio identification matched that of Mary and she lived in the area. It was a logical assumption. So would it not be natural to alert the closest relatives? But yet, in a startling stroke, author Janney leaps to the most sinister explanation possible: his father was privy to the hit and therefore culpable in the murder.

    At this point, I couldn’t help but think of Jim DiEugenio’s humorous recounting of Robert Slatzer’s efforts to promote a story about Marilyn Monroe. The man he approached told Slatzer he didn’t find his story credible. But, if he had been married to Marilyn, now that would be a story. A week later Slatzer returned to the man and said something like, “It slipped my mind. I was married to Marilyn, for 72 hours, in Mexico.” Yeah, sure you were. I couldn’t help but wonder if Janney’s “revelation” about his father’s involvement had a similar genesis, given how long Janney had been trying to sell a project based on a CIA murder of Mary Meyer.

    A mutual friend had put me in touch with Janney years ago, and we had a series of email arguments back and forth. At that time, Janney was peddling a screenplay based on this scenario, with the added twist that Kennedy and Meyer were killed because they knew the truth about UFOs. I told him at that time that I had not found Damore’s work credible. Janney defended him vigorously. Damore’s most famous book, Senatorial Privilege, which is essentially a hit piece on Ted Kennedy over the Chappaquiddick murder, was so poorly proven it was rejected by the publishing house that had initially given him a $150,000 advance to write it: Random House. (The publisher eventually went to court with Damore over the advance.) Predictably, when the publisher demanded their money back, Damore blamed the Kennedy family, claiming they had pressured Random House to cancel the book. As Jim DiEugenio noted, “The judge in the case decided that, contrary to rumor, there were no extenuating circumstances: that is, the Kennedy family exerted no pressure. He ruled the publisher had acted in good faith in rejecting the manuscript.” In addition, Damore had been accused of “checkbook journalism,” i.e., paying his sources. As the FBI found out so often in the 1960s, if people find there’s a value in their information, they will soon start inventing more to keep the cash coming. Did Damore not learn that lesson?

    So what happened to Senatorial Privilege after the court case? Well, Damore’s next book agent was the infamous rightwing espionage operative Lucianna Goldberg. A woman who made a career out of targeting Democrats, from George McGovern to Bill Clinton. And especially the Kennedys. Goldberg was a natural ally for Damore’s book, since it clearly cast Ted Kennedy in the worst possible light. Through Goldberg, Damore found a home at the self-proclaimed “leading conservative publisher in America,” Regnery books. (For those who enjoy conspiracy theorizing, consider that Regnery Press was formed in 1947, the same year the CIA was formed.) For someone who either has, or likes to cultivate the appearance of a liberal bent, it’s frankly bizarre how Janney is so credulous of Damore.

    In her New York Times review of Senatorial Privilege, former New York Times correspondent and journalism teacher Jo Thomas questioned a central point of Damore’s thesis. Damore credits particularly incriminating information to Kennedy cousin Joseph Gargan, the host of the party preceding the tragic event in which Kennedy’s car disappeared off a bridge into the water, drowning Mary Jo Kopechne. Thomas notes: “What undermines Mr. Damore’s account is that these accusations, while seeming to come from a first-hand source, are not direct quotes from Mr. Gargan, nor are they attributed directly to the 1983 interviews. (And this is, otherwise, a carefully attributed book, with 45 pages of footnotes.) One cannot tell if they are true, Mr. Gargan’s interpretation of the Senator’s behavior or, worse, the author’s own interpretation, based on what Mr. Gargan told him in 1983.” Further, as Thomas noted, Damore was unable to corroborate what Gargan told him, namely that he wanted Gargan to say that he was the driver of the car. For as Thomas noted, Kennedy admitted to being the driver from the start.

    In other words, Damore strongly relied on one witness he could not corroborate, and his technique in handling this information raised questions about the author’s critical distance and objectivity. And if you can’t believe him on one of his most important interviews, how much can you believe of the rest? As Jim DiEugenio has previously noted, “That book used a collection of highly dubious means to paint Kennedy in the worst light. For instance, Damore misquoted the law to try and imply that the judge at the inquest was covering up for Kennedy. He used Kennedy’s cousin Joe Gargan as a self-serving witness against him, even though Gargan had had a bitter falling out with the senator over an unrelated matter. He concocted a half-baked theory about an air pocket in the car to make it look like the victim survived for hours after the crash. This idea was discredited at length by author James Lange in Chappaquiddick: The Real Story (pgs. 82-89) In other words, Damore went out of his way to depict Kennedy’s behavior as not just being under the influence, or even manslaughter, but tantamount to murder. “ This is the guy Janney trusts?

    In his own notes at the end of the book, Janney rightfully points out factual errors in Damore’s research, without giving it proper weight. In the law there’s the saying, “false in part, false in whole,” meaning, if any part of something is not true, all of it should be called into question. Janney has legitimate reason to question the rest of Damore’s account due to this. That’s not to suggest nothing Damore said could be believed, but one should take far greater caution than Janney has.

    The most serious credibility issue regarding Damore is his allegation that Damore had interviewed Kenneth O’Donnell, a trusted intimate of John and Robert Kennedy. If O’Donnell truly said the things attributed to him, that would be good evidence for me. The problem is that Janney references no actual recordings. He says he saw “transcripts” of these conversations. It’s hard to believe the son of a CIA agent, who knows how the CIA operates, could fall for something like that. Damore, or frankly, anyone, could have made up those conversations and injected them into the record, waiting for some gullible soul like Janney to fall for them. The book is so credulous of these kinds of sources, and what they say that it really makes one question Janney’s judgment. In light of what is in them, I’m only saying that it would be easier for me to believe that the son of a CIA officer was actively involved in creating disinformation than to believe that the son of a CIA officer was such an unwitting dupe of it. Take for example this information from page 230 of the book. This is allegedly what O’Donnell saw in his good friend Jack Kennedy: “Kenny had always admired Jack as a cool champion, the man of political celebration. He saw it start to collapse because of Mary. Jack was losing interest in politics.” (italics added) This is a president who was planning his campaign for 1964 in 1963. A man who had gone through the ordeal of the Cuban Missile Crisis. A man who had planned on making an opening to China once he was re-elected. Yet we are supposed to believe that somehow, he was losing interest in politics? But that is not the capper. Allegedly O’Donnell then said that JFK was going to leave office, divorce his wife and set up house with Mary Meyer! Now, what is Janney’s source for all this rather bizarre and unprecedented information? Well, its based on an interview Janney did. But not with O’Donnell, or any member of his family. But with Damore. Therefore, the self-reinforcing technique is circular.

    Why did Janney need to be more circumspect about this matter? Because when the Mary Meyer story surfaced for the first time, in that bastion of credible reporting, The National Enquirer, the Washington Post queried Kenny O’Donnell directly regarding whether Meyer and the president were seriously involved. In the Post’s follow-up article, Don Oberdorfer reported, “Former White House secretary Kenneth P. O’Donnell said yesterday, “She knew Jackie as well as she knew Jack.” O’Donnell said allegations of a love affair were totally false.”

    “Calling her ‘a legitimate, lovely lady,’” Oberdorfer wrote, “O’Donnell said Mary Meyer made infrequent visits to the White House ‘through my office—never privately, either, not when Jackie was away or when Jackie was there.’” Why does this make the O’Donnell interview hard to swallow? Because the Enquirer story was printed in 1976. O’Donnell died in 1977. What on earth could have made O’Donnell do a pirouette in public in one year? Thereby turning himself into a lying hypocrite.

    The original story in the Enquirer was surfaced by James Truitt, a good friend of CIA super-spook James Angleton, the man many of us researchers believe, based on revelations from the CIA’s own files, was directly involved in setting Oswald up as the patsy and covering up the CIA’s role in the assassination after the fact. (See my long two-part article on James Angleton in The Assassinations for the wealth of evidence showing Angleton’s involvement in the Oswald story both before and after the assassination.) Angleton was a far-right-winger who ran his own set of journalist-operatives off the books, funded by his own secret source of money, according to Carl Bernstein’s landmark article “The CIA and the Media.”

    Why did the story surface at that time, saying what it did? Truitt used to work for the Washington Post. Why had Truitt never told that story when he had a much bigger media outlet at his fingertips? Jim DiEugenio is the only person who has ever taken the time to put the allegations of sexual affairs between John Kennedy and Mary Meyer, Judith Exner (Campbell) and Marilyn Monroe in their proper historical and political context. No rumor of any such activities had surfaced during his presidency. It wasn’t until the Republican Party was hurting politically from the fallout from Watergate, and the CIA was under renewed scrutiny for their possible role in the assassination of President Kennedy, that these stories started to surface. I encourage people to read DiEugenio’s landmark essay “The Posthumous Assassination of John F. Kennedy” in The Assassinations for the full details of the evolution of this picture of JFK as sexual madman.

    DiEugenio contrasts this evolving image of JFK ,based on less-than-credible sources with the image of those who previously and provably knew him well. Charlotte McDonnell was a longtime girlfriend of the president’s, but said there was no sex between them. Another Kennedy intimate, Angela Greene, said that he was never physically aggressive, just “Adorable and sweet.” Yet another woman who had invited Kennedy into her place was shocked when he jumped up from the champagne and low music to listen to a newscast on the radio. That is the Kennedy who ran the country. That is not the image Janney, however, wants to present.

    The Enquirer article introduced a new twist to all this. Not only was JFK a cheater, he was a doper, too. Kennedy never even smoked cigarettes. But we’re to believe he smoked marijuana with Mary Meyer at the White House? In the same Washington Post rebuttal to the Enquirer article, Kennedy aide Timothy J. Reardon, Jr. was quoted as saying that he had never heard of Meyer, and that “nothing like that ever happened at the White House, with her or anyone else.”

    The Washington Post article appeared in February of 1976. But Janney would have us believe that a year later, O’Donnell would reverse his stance to a reporter just because Damore helped O’Donnell locate an estranged relative. Janney admits he has never heard tapes of the calls Damore claims to have shared with O’Donnell. Janney has only seen transcripts..

    But further, why would Damore, if he had such an explosive scoop in 1977 (the last year of O’Donnell’s life), sit on it for so many years? Why would Damore be working on the Chappaquiddick story for local papers if he had a story about Ted Kennedy’s more famous brother?

    Of CIA officers, liars and forgers

    But Janney’s credulity doesn’t stop there. Janney uses both Robert Morrow and Gregory Douglass as sources to the Meyer-Kennedy angle. Janney says that because their accounts corroborate each other, they should be considered credible. What kind of illogic is that? If person A lies, and person B repeats the lie, that’s not confirmation. That’s reinforcement of the lie. How can the highly educated Janney truly not understand this?

    Robert Morrow, a former CIA officer, wrote three books about the assassinations of John and Robert Kennedy. The first was admittedly fiction. The second was, so Morrow claimed, the nonfiction version of what he had alluded to in his novel. The third was so far off base it was sued out of existence. Morrow accused a man of having assassinated Robert Kennedy who was provably elsewhere at the time. This caused a libel action to be filed. Morrow’s unwise publisher lost the case. The publisher had to burn the books. Yet this is a man Janney has no trouble believing.

    Another of Janney’s sources is—incredibly—Gregory Douglas, aka Walter Storch, aka Peter Stahl, aka Michael Hunt, aka Samuel Prescot Bush, aka Freiherr Von Mollendorf, aka Peter Norton Birch, aka Peter Norwood Burch. Yes, this is another man Janney finds credible. Douglas is a self-admitted forger who also claims a relationship with American intelligence services. He also wrote exposés of the forgery of others, showing a sophisticated knowledge of the market for forged documents. This is the man Janney believes regarding the papers of Robert Crowley, a former CIA officer whom Douglas claimed entrusted him with his most sensitive documents upon his death, even though the two never met face to face.

    Janney goes to great lengths to attempt to give Douglas credibility. Why? Simple: he needs the corroboration. However, another man who stood to benefit from Douglas’ work showed more appropriate cynicism regarding Douglas’ claims. Mike Weber, director for the Institute of Historical Review, an organization that supports holocaust denial, would have benefited had Douglas’ books on the Third Reich for a series called Gestapo Chief: The 1948 Interrogation of Heinrich Müller, had he been able to prove any of it true. He could not do so. And he essentially called it a forgery. Yet, this is the book that Janney uses to try and give Douglas/Stahl credibility! (See for yourself on p. 352.) But Weber, who has a Master’s degree in history, knew enough to question Douglas’ claims and not accept his word at face value. He actually checked Douglas out, and found him seriously wanting in the credibility department. Regarding some of Douglas’ earlier work, in which one of Douglas’ wilder claims is that Hitler didn’t die in Germany but escaped to Spain, Weber wrote:

    My view that the Gestapo Chief series is an elaborate hoax is based not only on an examination of the books themselves, but on lengthy telephone conversations with the author. From these talks, I can attest that “Gregory Douglas” is intelligent, loquacious, knowledgeable, and literate, but also amoral, evasive, and vindictive. Those who have spoken at any length with him are struck by his chronic cynicism — a trait that, interestingly enough, is reflected in the words he attributes to Müller throughout the Gestapo Chief series. …

    His son, with whom I have also spoken, sometimes fronts for his father as the author of the Gestapo Chief books. For more than a year the son has been living and working in Rockford, Illinois, under the name Gregory Douglas Alford. He is also a former staff writer for the Sun-Star newspaper of Merced, California, and the Journal-Standard of Freeport, Illinois. Apparently he has sometimes used the name Gregg Stahl.

    So “Gregory Douglas” isn’t even just one person. It’s two. None of this apparently bothers Janney.

    Janney appears to be the only person in the research community to have taken Douglas/Storch/Stahl/Hunt/Bush/ Mollendorf/Birch/Burch’s book seriously. Most researchers believe Douglas forged the documents he claimed to have obtained from the now dead CIA officer Crowley.

    Several people have asked me lately if I found Crowley credible. How can I answer that, when it’s not clear that any of the documents Douglas/Storch provides are actually from Crowley? All we have is this proven liar’s assertion that they are.

    Janney sources emails ostensibly between Joe Trento, the actual legal recipient of Crowley’s files, and Douglas. Douglas lies to Trento in these mails, saying “Walter Storch” gave Douglas Trento’s name. Crazy stuff. And did Janney check the emails with Trento? Or did Douglas just invent the so-called exchanges? Jim DiEugenio talked to Trento and asked him why Crowley would give his files to two different writers. Trento told DiEugenio emphatically that Douglas was “a complete liar” who didn’t “have anything” of Crowley’s. Seriously, would anyone believe that a top CIA operative from the covert side of the agency would trust a man he had never even met in person with the CIA’s most important secrets? Well, Janney believes that.

    In addition, I know personally how Douglas operates. Douglas’ “news” site “TBR News” published an article ostensibly written by me that I never wrote. It was clearly designed to look like I had written it, when I had not, even to the point of including a rather awful picture of me with it. I wrote Douglas and said that article was not by me and asked that it be removed. It never was, as you can see from the link above. So how can I find Crowley credible, when all the data from him comes from Douglas? How can I find Janney credible when he believes a forger and fabricator?

    Janney says he never heard tapes Douglas claimed to have from Crowley, but read transcripts, and believed them credible. Shades of Damore. What is it with Janney and transcripts? “Seeing is believing?” Are you kidding me? Anyone can make anything up and type it. And Douglas has actually done so. He put together an agenda for a whole so-called “assassination meeting” helmed by Angleton. He said he got these papers from, of course, Crowley’s files. Which, according to Trento, he never had. Trento should know. Since he actually has those files. Again, I must ask: How could a man who was born into the world of lies, whose own CIA father was friends with one of the CIA’s manipulators of the media, Cord Meyer, fail to consider these possibilities? And CIA history aside, how can a man who went to Princeton, earned a doctorate from Boston University and an MBA from Duke be that gullible, period?

    And then there’s Timothy Leary. Janney’s use of Leary made me break into laughter. More than once. Janney sources the claim that Meyer and JFK smoked pot in the White House to Leary. But just a few sentences earlier, he had noted that Meyer never named names when talking to Leary. What was the source of that particular information? Leary himself! If Meyer never named JFK to Leary, why is he so certain the two smoked pot at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue?

    Jim DiEugenio noted that, in all the many, many books Leary wrote prior to Flashbacks, the one where he made the allegations re Meyer, Leary never whispered a hint that he was sitting on such information about Meyer and Kenendy. Janney attempts to bolster Leary on this point. Janney wrote that Leary had made an initial attempt to investigate Meyer’s murder in 1965. But Janney’s source for this data is—I kid you not—Leary himself! How can you bolster the shaken credibility of a suspected con man—someone whose biographer said he made up having an affair with Marilyn Monroe—to that very same person? To Janney, that is credible evidence. In the real world, its not evidence at all.

    Janney also uses Anne Truitt, wife of James Truitt, as if she is a credible source. Both Anne and James Truitt were close friends of Angleton. Angleton was a master of disinformation, and used friends and acolytes (such as Edward J. Epstein) to convey his thoughts to the world. So pardon me if I dismiss anything any friend of Angleton’s says with a grain of salt. She might have told the truth, but unless I could verify that independently, I’d be loathe to believe her at face value on any point relating to Mary Meyer. Janney, of course, must believe all these sources, no matter how incredible, or he’d have no book.

    Janney even tries, although tentatively, to use C. David Heymann to back up his allegations of the Meyer-Kennedy affair. And there is little doubt that, at one time, he had planned on using Heymann as a major source. But by the time his book was submitted for publication, I had written a long article showing how questionable Heymann’s work is,. Janney claims he confronted Heymann about these allegations, upon which Heymann got defensive. Even after acknowledging the challenges to Heymann’s credibility, Janney still cites Heymann’s information as at least partially confirmed. C’est incredible!

    Even beyond the lack of credible sourcing, the book has many other problems. Janney resurfaces long-discredited information as if it is fresh, new, and proven. Such as the allegation that Robert Kennedy was at Marilyn Monroe’s house the day she died. In fact, to show just how low Janney has sunk, he actually says RFK was there twice that day. Kennedy’s whereabouts in Northern California that day have long been established. Reading such bad history like this makes me feel like I’m playing Whackamole. No matter how many times you beat the disinformation down, it will simply pop up again. (See Jim DiEugenio’s aforementioned essay in The Assassinations for a breakdown of this fiction.) There are many other such “facts” that aren’t facts at all. That’s why I think the book should come with a warning label. Most people will believe what they see in a book, thinking that publishers are checking the facts as they go. They are not! No one does that. If they did, a large number of books would have to be moved from the “nonfiction” to “fiction” sections.

    Where’s the beef?

    Lastly, the style of the writing itself is off-putting. I like my fiction luscious, but my nonfiction dry. When nonfiction starts to read like fiction, in my experience, it usually is. As someone who is working on a book myself at the time of this writing, I know how tempting it is to try to put words in someone’s mouth. But I resist that temptation. If I say someone “thought” this or that, it’s because that person actually wrote or told someone their thoughts at that point in time. I don’t try to imagine thoughts for them. Janney, on the other hand, relishes putting thoughts in other people’s heads. Consider how Janney embellishes the Truitt assertion that Meyer and JFK were toking at the White House:

    She was curious as to how he might react. At first, he had become “hungry” for food—“soup and chocolate mousse”—before their amorous embrace that evening, where she might have held a more tender man. The connection may have frightened him initially, but her self-assured presence and trust likely conveyed that he was, however momentarily, safe—safe in her arms, safe in her love, even safe in his own realization that it might be possible for him to face the sordid, fragmented sexuality that kept him from his own redemption.”

    That’s not fact. That’s not history. That’s poor, fantasy-induced supposition, and shoddy scholarship. It recalls the type of thing the late Dave Heymann specialized in.

    In addition, Janney seeks to embellish moments that should not be embellished. Does anyone really want to read this, save those with a perverse love of gore? “She must have smelled the stench of burning flesh and gunpowder as something hard and hot seared into the left side of her skull just in front of her ear. A gush of wet warmth poured down her face, soaking the collar of her blue angora sweater, turning it red.”

    Janney tries to make an epic romance out of a story which–when read strictly on a factual basis, sans Janney’s spin–seems anything but. But here’s a typical passage that demonstrates his gaseous and overblown style: “What drove Jack back to Choate that weekend remains a mystery. But he returned, unaccompanied, a stag. Perhaps he thought the homecoming on familiar territory would be good for his self-confidence, which had lagged since being forced to take a medical leave from his studies at Princeton, still in the Class of 1939. Whatever the force that drew him backward (or perhaps forward) isn’t known, but something propelled him; for during the gala Winter Festivities Dance of 1936, he would encounter Mary Pinchot for the first time, etching into his being an unforgettable moment.” (That was only half the paragraph, by the way, which started in the same floral tone.) How many facts were in that paragraph that matter? One: the date that he first met Mary Meyer. All the rest is scenery. “Too many words!” I found myself screaming at several points while reading this book. Get to the facts and leave the speculating to some failed screenwriter. Oh, wait …

    I believe and sympathize with Anne Chamberlin’s comments to Janney after his persistent requests to interview her. Janney tells us repeatedly that Chamberlin “fled” Washington to move to Maine and thinks she isn’t talking to him out of fear of retribution. But what does Chamberlin herself say? “It saddens me that you continue to pursue the long-gone phantom prey. I have nothing to say about Mary Meyer, or anything connected with Mary Meyer.” Too bad Janney didn’t make that response to heart. It would have at least given him a trace of skepticism. Which is what he really needed.

    In fact, Janney’s own life story would have made a better book than this one. Growing up with the children of other spooks, the second generation who had to deal with the fallout of the world created by their parents—now that would have been a book worth reading. He wouldn’t have had to trust others. He could have simply repeated his own stories, and the stories of others like Toni Shimon, daughter of Jose Shimon, a top CIA operative. The best parts of Janney’s books are direct quotes from the children of spooks who learned only slowly what their fathers really did for a living, and the emotional challenges growing up with a father who couldn’t share what he did took on the families. That would have been a book worth reading. This one, simply, is not.


    In Part 2 of this series, Jim DiEugenio examines the faulty methodology of Peter Janney’s book.

  • The 50th Anniversary of JFK’s Death Could Be the Start of Something Good and Loud


    By Jim Schutze

    Thursday, Mar 22, 2012, Dallas Observer News

    Things have to fall into place a certain way. The right cards must be dealt. But the 50th anniversary of the JFK assassination in Dallas on November 22, 2013, could become a hallmark event in a long tradition of popular street actions stretching back to the nation’s beginnings.

    From Occupy Wall Street to the 1968 Chicago Police Riot, from the Cleveland Eviction Riots of 1933 all the way back to the Stamp Act Riots of 1765: This country was born and bred on the street and in defiance. And it could happen here.

    I had a great chat last week with Kalle Lasn, editor of Adbusters, the international iconoclastic magazine credited with sparking Occupy Wall Street. He said he saw no reason why the JFK 50th here could not grow into an Occupy Dealey Plaza event to capture and galvanize world attention.

    Jen Sorensen
    Illustration by Jen Sorensen

    He talked about how New York Mayor Michael Bloomberg unwittingly helped make Occupy a national movement by cracking down on it in New York. I suggested maybe Dallas is doing Bloomberg one better, by beginning to crack down on the JFK 50th a year and a half before the thing even happens.

    He agreed it could be a real window of opportunity: “The fact that the city of Dallas doesn’t get it and again wants to snuff out rather than allow this wonderful freedom that the young people of America crave right now, maybe that will be a wake-up call,” he said. “Maybe they are going to see a backlash that will surprise the hell out of them.”

    My writing on this issue over the last year or more has been pretty narrowly focused on the case of one man, author Robert Groden, a Kennedy conspiracy theory author now suing the city in federal court over repeated arrests for speaking and selling books in Dealey Plaza. Dallas has continued to harass Groden, even though his lawyer, Bradley Kizzia, was able to demonstrate in court that the law the city said Groden was violating did not exist and even though every judge who has dealt with the multiple tickets and arrests of Groden has declared them bogus.

    In his federal lawsuit and in conversations with me, Groden asserts that the city has a sub rosa agenda. He says the city’s real reason for going after him has been to suppress his version of the JFK story because it conflicts with official Dallas dogma. The Dallas version is that it happened a long time ago; the case is closed; people need to stop talking about it.

    Maybe you could almost see their point, from a very narrow and fairly stupid point of view. It’s stupid, because the ongoing conversation about the JFK assassination isn’t about Dallas. Neither the assassination nor the place where it happened belongs to Dallas. Both are creatures of global history. The 50th is only about Dallas if Dallas stupidly tries to get in the way of it.

    Which is just what City Hall is doing. The city has violated longstanding policy on permits for JFK commemoration events by crafting a new type of permit for the 50th that’s clearly designed to stave off unauthorized observances. For decades, for example, the Coalition on Political Assassinations has conducted a respectful “moment of silence” on the famous “grassy knoll” in Dealey Plaza on key anniversaries.

    So now the city has granted an exclusive permit to the official Sixth Floor Assassination Museum for the entire week of November 22, 2013. When COPA contacted city officials to ask for permission to do their own moment of silence, they were told that all the moments of silence for that week were already taken.

    Sounds stupid? Oh, yeah! But when I spoke to Jill Beam, head of the city’s office of special events, she confirmed it. I asked why people couldn’t have two moments of silence at the same time, since they were both going to be silent anyway. I’m not trying to be funny.

    She told me that the city’s software program for booking events doesn’t allow “double-booking.”

    I said, “So this is a software problem?”

    She said yes.

    OK, look.

    Here’s what’s going on. First of all, the 50th anniversary of the JFK assassination here could be nothing. Half a century is a long time. Maybe by now most people alive in the world think JFK is a clothing brand.

    But given the level of interest at the precursor anniversaries like the 30th and 40th, given the ongoing rate of publication and film-making on the topic and given the consistent popularity of Dealey Plaza as a draw for international tourism, it’s more likely that Dealey Plaza on the 50th will be the focus of significant international attention, if only for that moment.

    Somebody — it’s not clear who yet — has the very un-bright idea that the way for Dallas to handle that moment is by being authoritarian, exclusionary and massively uptight. In other words, if Oliver Stone, director of the 1991 movie JFK, had sent down to central casting asking for a bunch of dull-eyed right-wing stiffs, they might have sent whoever the people are behind giving the Sixth Floor that permit.

    Talk about playing to your stereotype.

    On the other hand, it is precisely that stereotype that could spark a reaction here far greater than anything based merely on JFK conspiracy theories. What Dallas really risks is planting its glass jaw deliciously in the path of a crushing generational left hook based on free-speech issues.

    Free speech will be important on the 50th for the same reason it has been so urgently important to the Occupy movement all along: because young people in particular already think the nation’s leaders are liars. They see those liars trying to hide the ball, as in the Obama administration’s recent decision to move the upcoming G8 World Economic Summit away from the potential reach of protesters in Chicago to the militarily protected confines of Camp David.

    But worse, they see those leaders as leading them by the snout to a dismal future of despair.

    “The real impulse behind the Occupy movement,” Lasn said, “and I think the real impulse behind anything that may happen in Dallas next year, is that hundreds of millions of young people around the world look into a future that does not compute.

    “They’re looking at a lifetime that is going to be completely different from the way their parents lived, a life of ecological crisis and political crisis and financial crisis, of not being able to pay off their loans and never having a decent job, and in the meantime having to live in a world that’s getting hotter and hotter and lousier and lousier.

    “Young people of the world are waking up to the fact that if they don’t stand up and start fighting for a different kind of future, they’re not going to have a future.”

    I also spoke last week with Stephen Benavides, who was one of the early organizers of Occupy Dallas. You’ll remember him: Dallas cops tossed him in jail for attacking an officer, but later a citizen video proved that the attack had gone the other way around.

    Benavides told me that if events here transpire in just the right away — if Dallas continues to go hard-case on access to Dealey Plaza for the 50th — he could see something really jumping off.

    “It depends on what the city does,” Benavides said, “and it depends on what everybody’s doing a year and a half from now. If they want to pose a free-speech challenge by trying to cordon off the area based on appearance or the political content of your speech or any of those kinds of things, then, hell yeah. Then there is a definite ability to organize and make that into a confrontation.”

    In fact, Benavides said that if that’s how the cards are dealt a year and a half from now, “We would have a responsibility to challenge the state.”

    If Lasn is right and young people look ahead to see only a path to the howling void, then civil action to change the direction of that path is the one thing that will lift them up out of despair and paralysis. And the rest of us will have a commensurate responsibility to support them.

    In that sense, Dealey Plaza is a golden opportunity, capable of providing precisely the kind of flashpoint needed for real change to occur.

    “The leaders of America are running scared,” Lasn said. “In Dallas they’re running scared. On Wall Street they’re running scared. It’s almost like that wonderful tipping point that could happen, when the young people of America rise up and start pushing the country to a different path.”

    We saw it just beginning to rise in Occupy. It might be a little geocentric of us to think Dealey Plaza is going to be any sort of culmination, but Dealey Plaza could be one of many places and points where the movement for change picks up steam, gains courage, learns some footwork and how to throw that mean left hook.

    I don’t want to be clandestine about my own hand here. I am talking to people about setting up a steering committee to prepare for a people’s action at Dealey Plaza on the 50th. I tell them the first thing I will do, once such a thing is up and running, is resign from it.

    Speech is speech. Everybody must be welcome, from the Birthers to the Birchers. Lasn pointed out that the Tea Party, while coming at the problem from the other end of things, has concerns about the future that are just as deep and sincere as anything Occupy has on its mind. So I guess they have to be there, too, if they so desire.

    The main thing is this. For one shining moment on November 22, 2013, Dealey Plaza has a chance to be center-stage in the history of the nation. That is something worth helping along.


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