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Chapter 44 of There's a FISH in the COURTHOUSE
Gareth (Gary) L. Wean, Casitas Books, 1987, 2nd edition 1996
Annotated by Kenneth A. Rahn in July 2001
(Posted by permission of author)
Gary Wean's book There's a FISH in the COURTHOUSE traces his decades of
battle with corrupt local officials in southern California. It is a
fascinating look at one man's pattern of reasoning. After years of
struggling with judicial corruption at the local level, Wean came to
believe that behind it was the "Mishpucka," or Russian Jewish Mafia.
Instrumental in developing this view was a revelatory conversation with an
elderly acquaintance that is strikingly similar to the one between Jim
Garrison and X in Oliver Stone's JFK. But as Wean expands his view of the
scope and influence of the Mishpucka by extrapolating to larger scales, he
gets off the track. By the time he reaches the JFK assassination and the
putative role of the Mishpucka in it, told in his Chapter 44, he is wrong
on so many basic counts as to render his version of events impossible.
Interestingly, Wean got his view of the assassination by uncritically
accepting an undocumented story told in a single conversation by an unnamed
friend of Sheriff Bill Decker of Dallas County, again like Garrison and X.
Wean winds up with a complex scenario of a false assassination, run
secretly by members of JFK's cabinet to help him get rid of Fidel Castro,
that was hijacked and turned into a real one by the Mishpucka, presumably
because their national defense businesses would have been seriously harmed
by JFK's multipronged efforts toward reaching peace with Castro and others.
I highly recommend the book, on one level as an account of an informed and
principled citizen who struggles with entrenched powers and eventually
loses, and on another level as a window into the mind of that citizen as he
tries to make sense out of a complex and corrupt judicial world hidden from
ordinary view. That the citizen ultimately got off the track matters less
in the long run than that he struggled for justice with all his soul.
On a street in Dallas, several shots rang out. President Kennedy
riding in an open car said, "My God, I've been hit,"[1] a few seconds, then
came more gun fire. The President's head exploded in a spray of brain
tissue, blood and bone. The President's wife Jackie was heard to cry out,
"Jack...they have killed my husband," then, "I have his brains in my hand."
This, Mrs. Kennedy repeated time and time again.
Officially, the Warren Commission concluded,[2] "One man, Lee Harvey
Oswald murdered John F. Kennedy. The lone sniper had lain in wait and
picked off his victim with two accurate rifle shots.[3] There had been no
conspiracy."[4] This was an official edict, like the Russian Royal Family,
the version that had to be accepted by the people of the United States and
world wide. But in truth there was conspiracy upon conspiracy...and
conspiracy to double cross a conspiracy.
Harvey Oswald did not kill President Kennedy. Frank and I had learned
this shortly after the gruesome crime took place. The Sheriff of Dallas
County, Bill Decker, was a good friend of Audie Murphy, he occasionally
came to town on official business. They loved to go to the L.A. Police
Academy and eat in the restaurant. On Decker's trips I'd arrange to reserve
a booth, which wasn't always easy. Only a couple weeks after the
assassination, Audie, Frank,[5] Decker and I were having lunch, naturally
there was but one subject on the tip of our tongues.
We were all skilled in firearms, Audie and Decker particularly were
experts with hunting rifles and scopes. We had little difficulty coming to
our unanimous conclusion, considering the existing factors it was virtually
impossible for Oswald to make those shots with that rifle.[6] It was basic,
there had to be someone else shooting, with this concurrence Decker leaned
forward slightly, gazing around the table at us his voice tempered, "I have
another much stronger reason for knowing Oswald never shot JFK. There's a
man in Dallas I've known a long time, he knows the entire truth about
Oswald's involvement. He's scared to death to go to the Dallas PD or FBI.
There's been a terrible double cross somewhere and everybody is scared
shitless of everyone else. You would never believe all the accusations and
crazy suspicions heaped on law enforcement in Texas by imbeciles in D.C.
and the chaos it has created. This man feels that it's his duty to tell
someone what he knows in case something happens to him. I realize it isn't
in your jurisdiction, but that makes it even better. God only knows how
this will turn out so you guys get something straight right now. There was
never any conspiracy in my Sheriff's Dept. involving the assassination nor
in the Dallas PD. I've known all these people too long...I would have known
it...believe me, something as crazy as this I'd feel it in my bones."
Bill's words threw a somber pall over lunch. After moments of silence Bill
said, "I'll be in L.A. on business a few more days, when I return to Dallas
if this guy wants to talk to you I'll give Audie a call and set something
up."
A week later we got a call, drop by Murphy's office at Universal
Studio. Audie loved excitement, his grin gave him away. "Hey, you guys want
to take a trip?" We nodded silently never knowing what to expect. This
caused his grin to widen. Audie never believed in long explanations, it was
his military training, on a battlefield you didn't have time, you had to be
sharp enough to figure it out fast. "Okay, tomorrow morning be at Burbank
Airport at six forty five sharp. We are meeting Decker and his friend in
Ruidoso at noon."
It had been convenient for Decker to arrange a meeting about halfway
to Dallas. Audie had some sort of race horse deals going in New Mexico. He
always lost so much money on them we tried never to mention his horse
fiascos. He had a favorite story he dropped on people foolish enough to
quiry him as to how his ponies were doing. "Oh well, I plain lost my shirt
the last three years in a row on those stupid nags, but geez, this last
year was fabulous."
Invariably they'd exclaim, "That's great, how much did you win?"
"Win," he'd shout, "Win hell, I broke even."
Staring out a small window of the two engine plane I'd become
absorbed by the wild snowy mountains and desert we zoomed over. Everything
was forgotten till suddenly we began losing altitude. Bill was waiting at
the dirt airstrip in his Sheriff's car. Out of the plane I realized it was
dead winter, the wind was blowing, it was freezing cold. Audie neglected to
mention this, it didn't seem to bother him. Decker explained, "John is
waiting for us in town." Little more was said until we parked at the caf�
and went inside. Shaking hands we settled in a large leather booth. John
was middle aged, a large man, serious. From his speech and bearing I felt
he had spent years as an officer in the military. We didn't ask and he
didn't say.
Concealing any nervousness or tension he seemed eager to tell what he
knew. Decker and John had already had lunch, we ordered the house
specialty, steaming bowls of chili beans and soda crackers with lots of
butter. We ate and John talked. It wasn't a rambling or memorized
dissertation broken with pauses to think and review for likely mistakes. It
came out smooth and positive like an experience etched in the mind, needing
no prompting because it was there fresh in his brain, it had been a job, a
duty he'd been personally involved in and had performed. Amazing and
harrowing as was John's tale of intrigue there were few interruptions.
Decker's friend began, "First and most important I must qualify Lee
Harvey Oswald, he was none of the criminal things he's accused of. He was
an agent of the U.S. government acting under the specific orders of E.
Howard Hunt.[7] The true facts of the assassination as far as I know them
are so fantastically shocking if I tried to force them out in the open I'd
surely end up in the same graveyard as Oswald, or committed to an insane
asylum, buried so deep no one would ever hear of me again. Hunt is a
patriot, a Super Patriot, he understood and feared the danger of Castro's
Cuba as a communist fortress only a few miles from our shore better than
anyone. He had worked and labored on the invasion of Cuba by the exiles
like a man possessed. When the Bay of Pigs became a terrible, embarrassing
fiasco, he like others in CIA blamed President Kennedy. But deep in his
soul and in fairness he realized the blame was not Kennedy's although he'd
officially taken the brunt upon his own shoulders. The failure was a
combination of errors, outrageous misjudgments, and bad luck.
But Cuba's danger to the U.S. grew in intensity as its ties with
Moscow became obvious. Dreaming up fantastic schemes Hunt had devised
extraordinary methods of assassinating Castro, poison pills in coffee,
poison in his food at his favorite caf�, exploding cigars, all dismal
failures, then Hunt's festering frustration conceived what has become the
most bizarre political assassination intrigue of all time. His scheme was
to inflame the American people against Castro and stir patriotism to a
boiling point not felt since the bombing of Pearl Harbor. Enraged
Americans would demand that our military invade Cuba and wipe out the
two-bit dictator for his barbarous attempt to assassinate President
Kennedy."
John read our incredulous looks. "Oh yes...! There was to be an
attempt on the life of President Kennedy so realistic that its failure
would be looked upon as nothing less than a miracle. The footprints would
lead directly to Castro's doorstep, a trail the rankest amateur couldn't
lose.[8] Very unfortunate for Oswald he fit the bill perfect for Hunt's
operation. He'd worked for Military Intelligence for several years with
considerable success. It started when he was a Marine at Japan's Atsugi Air
Base a few miles south of Tokyo. An Intelligence Officer recognizing
Oswald's possibilities had asked him to assist in making a connection he
was trying to establish. The young Marine was not only surprised but very
pleased with the assignment, which was a beautiful Japanese hostess at the
Queen Bee Club a popular bar in Tokyo. Because of a natural proclivity for
Intelligence liaison his role escalated increasingly to more important
assignments. The Russian defection incident was part of Military
Intelligence grooming of Oswald for a deep cover of communist affiliation.
That was before Hunt had chosen him for his Assassination Mission. He was
inducted into the dark, mysterious, clandestine secrets of the CIA, ending
in an ignoble death.[9]
The Cuban exiles in New Orleans and Miami were seething. In early
1963 Oswald was dropped right into a boiling cauldron in New Orleans. His
instructions were to establish himself as a disgruntled ex-Marine and
Commie adherent, a zealous left-winger. Joining the Pro-Castro, Fair Play
for Cuba organization he got himself arrested to accentuate his activities
and profile and to top this off Hunt and General Edwin Walker, a recognized
leader of the ultra-conservative right wing, faked a shooting attempt on
Walkers life. It was blamed on Oswald to add a dangerous, sinister touch to
his character which would be needed later."[10]
John smiled at Frank who's head was wagging, he said, "I know exactly
what you are thinking Frank and it gets worse. At first Hunt did not tell
Oswald what his exact mission was, except it was one of the highest
National Security priority. He was instructed to give his wife absolutely
no hint whatsoever of his secret government connections. Hunt did not trust
her, in fact, he was paranoid about Marina being a Russian spy. It was only
two months before the Fake Assassination when Hunt gave Oswald the
rifle,[11] explaining his part in the scheme. Oswald was to fire three
shots from his rifle in the air, then abandon it and the empty cartridges
at the scene. He was to quickly leave the building for a rendezvous with
agents who would transport him to a secret destination where he'd remain in
hiding until after Cuba was invaded by the United States. A fake trail to
Mexico City ending at the Cuban Embassy would lead investigators to think
he had fled to Cuba.[12] The belief that Castro planned the investigation
of President Kennedy and the assassin was being harbored under his
protection in Cuba would stir the Americans to a feverish pitch of anger,
like, 'Remember the Maine,' the battleship blown up in Havana harbor in
1898. It started the Spanish American War. Oswald was shocked and not a
little frightened, however Hunt convinced him that he could be saving the
United States from destruction by nuclear rockets being planted in Cuba by
Russia. He confided to Oswald that JFK had not been made aware of their
plan, that was for the sake of authenticity of his reactions. But it was
approved and sanctioned by high ranking members of the cabinet. Hunt
assured him, after U.S. forces overran Cuba and exposed the Russian nuclear
missiles, President Kennedy would forgive them for their precipitant
actions.[13] He would perceive them as American heroes. Oswald could come
in out of the cold and live as an ordinary citizen with his family, which
desire he'd indicated a number of times. On first blush Oswald was
extremely leery of the feasibility of Hunt's plan. But commencing to see
and feel the power and confidence of people behind the mission he joined
eagerly. His orders were to leave a trail that could be easily followed,
yet not so overly obvious as to bring down suspicion. And specifically the
most critical part was the moment of firing the rifle. It must be instantly
clear to the crowd and security people in the street as to the location and
source of the shots.[14] Success of the operation depended entirely upon
police quickly finding the rifle and the clues. The hysteria and excited
press and TV announcers picking up the scent would trumpet a bloodhound
hue and cry following the trail right to Fidel Castro's doorstep."
Audie mused, "Sounds exactly like a Hollywood script."
"Yes, but by standards it was a basic plan. Of course all covert
operations have inherent danger and are subject to break downs, but my God,
this was no break down or neglect of performance, or even bad luck. What
has happened is incomprehensible. It cannot be that the Mafia or Cuban
exiles have done it, there is no motive, they had already been given
inside tips that an operation was underway that would return them to Cuba.
It would've been totally stupid for them to interfere. Anyway, even Oswald
wasn't told the route to take for his rendezvous until the last minute, so
how could they possibly know where he was? Only a few of Hunt's most
trusted men knew all his plans down to the last detail. It is impossible to
believe any of them is a traitor. Still it is clear, who ever killed the
President had to know all the minute details to pull it off the way they
did. Something very frightening, horribly sinister had interposed Hunt's
mission. He and his men are petrified, they conceive this as not just
murder, they've been drawn into treason. The mysterious assassins then
intercepted Oswald before he reached his rendezvous. Certainly they were
about to kill him when the police officer happened upon the scene, they did
not dare be caught with Oswald so they shot the officer. During the
shooting Oswald ran and hid in a theatre, he was captured minutes later. It
had to happen that way, I know, Oswald would never have shot an officer
under any circumstances, I'm positive."[15]
From his pocket John removed a manila envelope, business size, about
4x10, it was thick, he pushed it over to me, the flap was glued. Strangely
it was further secured by red sealing wax about the size of a quarter with
a thumbprint impression, a procedure police used to protect vital evidence
from being tainted before it reached the court. I saw it was perfectly
plain, no writing, I passed it over to Frank.
John said, "Inside are irrefutable documents, evidence verifying what
I have just told you."
There was silence around the table, then Decker said, "We have to get
rolling back to Dallas, it's a long haul." They shook hands and left. Audie
had rented an auto to take us to the plane. On the way we stopped at some
horse stables, Audie talked with some people a minute then we returned to
the airstrip. Back at Burbank Airport Frank handed the envelope to Audie
and asked him to put it in his safe with other things he was keeping for
us.
Driving to our office Frank and I agreed that the murder of JFK was
an evil whirlpool so dangerous it could destroy Dallas.[16] We had no
business sticking our noses in, we remembered Big Bill McKesson threatening
what he would do to us if we even thought of going near Malibu the night
that JFK was at the party. We weren't sure he was kidding with his threat
to kill us. Now if McKesson heard about this, if he didn't murder us, there
was a damn good chance someone else would. The frightening part was that
no one knew who that someone else was...it was impossible to defend
against.
It was only a few days, Frank and I got a hurry up call to come by
Audie's office, this time there was no grin. He'd received many urgent
calls from Bill Decker. Audie explained, "Hunt and his agents have
regrouped from their horrified panic, they've sprung back into action.
Hunt's machinations and connection with Oswald had to be covered-up at all
costs. Bill says Military Intelligence, FBI, and the CIA were terrified. If
their secret schemes were to be exposed they'd be rooted out in an eruption
of calamitous national anger. In their nightmares all they can see is a
firing squad. In fact they've solemnly declared that National Security is
at stake. That's their justification for a cover-up at any cost. John told
Decker he had made a horrible mistake by talking to us and giving us that
envelope in a moment of panic, he wants it back immediately. I don't know
if I made a terrible blunder or not, I said the first thing coming into my
mind. I told Bill we'd destroyed it on the flight back to Burbank, over the
desert we had torn it into little pieces and let them fly out the pilot's
window. Bill repeated this to John, he told Bill if we were lying and still
had it we would all be destroyed. Decker says for our own good we had
better believe this." Frank and I figured Audie made the best move he
could when he said the envelope was destroyed.
Then we watched the plot unfolding as the powerful, politically
contrived Warren Commission covered-up the heinous assassination of JFK
under orders of the new President, Lyndon B. Johnson.[17] We could easily
guess our fate if we interfered. Some months later I left the District
Attorney Bureau of Investigation in L.A. and took the job as Chief
Investigator for the Public Defender in Ventura County.
Just as the clerk in the book store had said it would, Summers book,
Conspiracy arrived three weeks later. Like File on the Tsar, it was
excellently put together. Diligent and definitively researched with
integrity, it was 648 pages of itemized sources of information and a name
index. In future years it would obviously be of great historical research
value, it would also drive people insane, the who and what responsible for
JFK's assassination was a labyrinth of conspiratorial chaos. I hadn't voted
for JFK, at the time strong personal feelings had prevented it, but these
had begun to change. Upon his death an awesome feeling of terrible
loneliness, a fear for America swept over me. Momentarily in Conspiracy,
its author had arrived right at the veritable point of truth when he
speculated, "Perhaps some terrible unfaceable embarrassment of involvement
rather than a murderous intent had forced United States Intelligence to
cover-up their part in the assassination."
Instead of rooting into this involvement Summers succumbed to the
Mishpuckas[18] devious, false evidence and rumor trails concluding that
those guilty of the assassination fell into one of three groups, the
Mafia...Anti-Castro Cubans...or a U.S. Intelligence Agency. Helping Tony
down this road of misinformation was Mishpucka, Aron Kohn. In '78 as the
Director of the New Orleans Crime Commission, Kohn lied to Tony, he
deceivingly described Carlos Marcello as, "The most powerful single
organized crime figure in the Southern United States, the head of the Mafia
or Cosa Nostra in this area." Kohn also told him Jack Ruby's friend Harold
Tannenbaum, was manager of five of Marcello's biggest money making joints
on Bourbon Street, but he'd reversed it, actually it was Marcello and the
Italians who worked for Harold Tannenbaum and top Mishpucka Meyer Lansky.
When the Mishpucka took more than a billion dollars to Miami right after
the war, it was Lansky's brains and wizardry that put the Mishpuckas in
command of gambling, prostitution, narcotics and political corruption in
the New Orleans, Havana, and Miami area. Marcello couldn't put two and two
together much less Lansky's empire. Without Lansky's patronage Carlos could
never have risen higher than a two-bit street thug. He was a front man
designed to take a rap for the Mishpucka. The fact he'd become personally
rich and notorious was merely for their convenience. Hunt and Oswald
salvaging their senses from the paralyzing shock of the Kennedy murder most
certainly had identical thoughts, 'I've been framed.' A double-cross of
fantastic dimensions. The consequences were too devastating, far too
terrifying to grasp, it was the end for them.
By my knowing that none of the three suspects Tony had named were
guilty, hundreds of rumors and false trails in his book instantly became
extraneous. Then in relation with the real assassins the first and most
important clue found was the well publicized Magic Bullet, a dead
give-away. A bullet was found on a stretcher carrying either President
Kennedy or Governor Connally into the hospital. Warren's Commission would
have the public believe that the Magic Bullet in its travels had, pierced
JFK's back...coursed through the front of his neck...went on to strike
Connally in the back...then pierced his lung, severed a vein, artery and
nerve, broke the right fifth rib, destroying five inches of bone and
emerged from Connally's right chest...it then plunged into the back of his
right forearm and broke a thick bone, the distal end of the radius and came
out the other side of the wrist, finally ending up by striking Connally's
left leg. After doing all this damage it was still in pristine condition,
without distortion when it was discovered on the stretcher. Thus amid
derision and skepticism it was dubbed, "The Magic Bullet."[19]
Ballistics experts were positive that the Magic Bullet came from
Oswald's rifle. They were correct, but it had not returned from the sky
where Oswald had fired it then miraculously fell on the stretcher at the
hospital to be found. It had been very carefully planted there.[20]
Regardless of Hunt's convictions that his closest agents were beyond
suspicion, one of them was a spy, a mole in deep, deep, cover...
Hunt's scheme of a phony assassination was monitored from the
beginning by an insidious enemy. At some point after the rifle was first
received it was test fired, they had to be sure the cheap weapon would fire
at the crucial moment. During the test firing into cotton a perfect bullet
was quietly palmed, the enemy knew when the time came their own bullet
destined to kill JFK would be shattered with no ballistics identification
being possible.[21]
The mole pocketed the test bullet, passing it to a confederate who
could get near enough during the confusion to plant it. Thus the trail
would lead directly back to Lee Oswald and his rifle. When the shots in
Dealy[22] Plaza rang out Jack Ruby had a perfect alibi. He was in the
advertising department of the Dallas Morning News talking to people that
knew him. Amid ensuing excitement and confusion Ruby quietly slipped away
to complete the assignment that he'd been paid for. He was to park on a
quiet tree lined residential street where he would intercept and kill
Oswald before he could make his rendezvous with Hunt's men.
His killing would be blamed on one of the three suspect groups, the
Mafia, the Cubans or an American Intelligence Agency. Myriads of
crisscrossing trails of rumor and suspicion already were carefully
circulated pinpointing these suspects, Mishpucka chaos was in effect. But
fate now, as it had in the past, dealt a horrifying blow to the evil
Mishpucka schemes. It came in the form of an entirely unexpected policeman
doing an observant job on patrol just as it should be done.
When the astounding message of shots fired at the President's
motorcade was broadcast over the police radio the Mishpucka was certain all
patrol cars would converge on Dealy Plaza. But the Dallas police didn't
panic and stuck to good patrol procedure. At 12:44 p.m., fourteen minutes
after Kennedy was shot they broadcast a suspect's description, "White male,
about 30 years, 165 pounds, slender build," it fit Oswald. One minute
later at 12:45 p.m., Officer J.D. Tippet,[23] in a radio car was ordered to
the Oak Cliff area and was instructed to "Remain at large for any
emergency."
Oswald came walking down the street toward him, Ruby stepped from his
car.[24] He was at the instant of pulling his gun to kill Oswald when
unexpectedly Officer Tippet came up. He'd spotted Oswald's close
resemblance to the broadcast. Observant, the officer kept his eyes
watchfully on Oswald's movements. But suddenly and startlingly he placed
Ruby, seeing them together the officer's eyebrows shot up with
comprehension and alarm. Ruby spotting this panicked. God, if he got
arrested with Oswald it was all over, a hand on the gun under his coat
prepared to kill Oswald flew up. He fired repeatedly at the officer. Then
fleeing in terror, leaping into his car in mortal fear he sped away.
At 1:16, forty five minutes after the shots in Dealy Plaza there came
the call from a citizen using Tippet's car radio, "We've had a shooting
here, it's a police officer, somebody's shot him." The most reliable
witnesses to the officer's murder were Mrs. Aquilla Clemons and Frank
Wright, both lived on Tenth Street. Mrs. Clemons stated, "I saw two men
near the policeman's car just before the shots. The man with the gun was
short and chunky, kind of heavy build, wearing khaki and a white short," a
description fitting Ruby, "the second man was thin and tall," it fit
Oswald. "The chunky man with the gun ran off in one direction, the second
man in another."
Mr. Wright heard the shots in his front room, he said, "Stepping out
my front door I caught sight of Officer Tippet in time to see him roll over
then lie still. I saw a man of medium height wearing a long coat that ended
just above his hands, he ran around the police car fast as he could and
jumped in a little old gray coupe, he drove away very fast." Within three
minutes radio cars and an ambulance arrived. Four empty casings were found
on the ground ejected from an automatic pistol.[25]
Sgt. Gerald Hill, an officer with many years of army experience and
police work behind him recognized that the shells were ejected from an
automatic pistol, he radioed this information immediately to
headquarters.[26] At the same time he ordered Office J.M. Poe to mark the
casings with his initials to record the chain of evidence. Another patrol
officer radioed in, "I have an eyeball witness to the suspect in the
shooting, he's a white male armed with a dark finish automatic pistol."
When arrested only minutes later in a theater Oswald carried a revolver
which does not eject its shells. No one in their right mind would conceive
that fleeing from a murder scene, and expecting the killers next bullets
to strike him in the back, Oswald would dally to eject shells from his
revolver and drop them on the ground before he ran.[27] What was to have
been a nice clean-cut execution with no clue to the killer had suddenly
become a fiasco, an unbelievable mess. An officer killed and Oswald in jail
where he could talk and blow-up the Mishpuckas entire operation. And
somewhere in Dallas, holed up in his Command Post, E. Howard Hunt was
cursing...sweating...going crazy, no matter how he squirmed it came out the
same, Lee Harvey Oswald was a double agent, he'd been double crossed.[28]
In his cell at the Dallas police station Oswald could only scream, "I
did not kill anyone, I'm a patsy." Back at the Carousel, Jack Ruby was a
mental case, fearfully he reported the debacle. One of his first long
distance calls was to a contact man, Jack Gruber in Hollywood, Mickey
Cohen's associate. They were so enraged with Ruby's fiasco that if they
hadn't still needed him they'd have butchered him. His new orders were to
get into the jail where Oswald was and kill him immediately. They laid out
the reason he was to give for killing him, Ruby was to claim that, "He had
become so mentally distraught over this lousy commie shooting the President
and the thought of his poor wife and children suffering that he had become
temporarily insane." He must stick with that and nothing else. He would
become a 'hero' for having killed this traitor and be back on the street in
only a few days.
Strangely, the 'hero' bit was the same words Cohen used when he
conned Sammy LoCigno into taking the blame for Jack O'Hara's murder. Ruby
disposed of the automatic pistol he had been supplied with to kill Oswald
but instead had used to kill Tippet.[29] Pocketing his own 38 revolver he'd
purchased legally a few years before, he started prowling the police
station waiting for a chance to finish off Oswald. It came two days later.
In the basement of the Dallas City Hall, Ruby shot and killed Oswald.
At the time JFK was killed Ruby had himself a perfect alibi, but
wasn't covered at the time Tippet was shot. The description by eye
witnesses of the killer fit Ruby so close, the Mishpuckas decided he needed
an alibi. Seth Kantor, a White House Corespondent provided it. At Parkland
Hospital where Kennedy was taken only a handful of reporters were allowed
in. Kantor claimed that just before entering, Ruby tugged on his sleeve
asking him if he thought he should close the Carousel until further notice
out of respect for Pres. Kennedy. Kantor told him it was a good idea and
hurried on into the hospital. This was the exact moment Tippit was shot,
the perfect alibi. Kantor had known Ruby from four years previous while a
news reporter in Dallas. Even more disturbing, Seth Kantor was also
connected with Oswald, Candy Barr, and Melvin Belli, and even more
coincidental, he was one of the very few outsiders let in to the hospital
area where the Magic Bullet was planted. But strangest of all, Ruby denied
going to Parkland Hospital and repudiated Kantor's alibi for the officer's
death. Kantor was stuck with this sinister embarrassment which not even
the Warren Commission was able to swallow.
An unseen airtight skin protecting the real assassination scheme by
the Mishpuckas had been pinpricked. I knew that they had committed the two
murders in Dallas on November 22, 1963, still it just didn't make sense,
the most necessary element, that important ingredient, a motive...was
missing. More than once Oswald had openly professed genuine admiration and
liking for JFK and his family.
As for Tony's three prime suspects, the Mafia, Cuban exiles, and a
United States Intelligence Agency there was no logical motive, and the
Mishpuckas deep mole had monitored Hunt's Fake Assassination operation all
the way and had approved. As with Summers suspects, the Mishpucka had no
reason to interfere, if Hunt's plan succeeded, the Mishpucka and Mafia
would both regain their bases for criminal activities in Havana, the Cuban
exiles would return to their homes and U.S. Intelligence would be
satisfied by the removal of Russia's nuclear missile threats from our
shores.
But suddenly, about two months before Kennedy's visit to Dallas
everything changed. Something deeply affecting the Mishpuckas had occurred,
it was then that their Real Assassination plans were put into effect. In
Dallas strange events began to happen that later would point at Lee Oswald
as the assassin. In one instance a person resembling Oswald and giving his
name as such went into a gun shop, he wanted three holes drilled for the
telescopic sight mounting on a rifle. But Oswald's rifle found at the Texas
School Book Depository needed only two holes. This was one instance, the
book Conspiracy had documented a whirlwind of Mishpucka conspiratorial
chaos left to be found after the assassination. The sinister clues and
trails lead direct to and incriminated Oswald of the assassination. But
Oswald would not be alive to defend himself or refute this evidence.
Ruby had been in serious financial difficulties, his night club was
months in arrears on rent. IRS was on his back for over $50,000 in unpaid
taxes. Suddenly Ruby who'd long lived out of his hip pocket was waving
around huge sums of money, he began using a safe in his office which he
talked about embedding in concrete. Ruby's part in the conspiracy was to
simply, at a specific time and place, fill Oswald full of lead. Learning
that Ruby's contact man in Hollywood was an associate of Mickey Cohen's, I
began to generate a startling, shocking picture of some very powerful
people who were involved. But it was crazy, they had no motive.
Page by page I had worked my way into Conspiracy and Tony's
remarkable documentary of Mishpucka chaos with its dark abyss of crooked,
manufactured trails leading to Miami, New Orleans and to Marcello and
Cubans and U.S. Intelligence Agents. Then amazingly, Chapter 21...with
monstrous comprehension the motive for the real assassination catapulted
before my eyes. New Orleans, Miami and all the other chaos trails were
blotted out. Tony had dug deep, probably deeper than he realized. Lord,
like Audie said, it was a Hollywood scenario, I was amazed, reading on was
like slowly twisting the dial on a very complex camera, bringing it to an
ultimate focus.
My blood curdled with the terrible irony of it, it was diabolical.
President Kennedy, the dynamic, vital young leader of the greatest country
on earth, holding out such bright hopes to everyone was shot, murdered
because of one word, PEACE. It was known to only a very few trusted aides,
JFK had been on the verge of negotiating World Peace. His life was
forfeited for his interference into the Mishpuckas unspeakable, insensate
greed, money...billions on billions, cold, cold money, money, money,
money.
Chapter 21 had brought the lens to a fine focus. In Hollywood,
Gruber, the man Ruby called minutes after shooting Tippet...that was the
connection, where the orders issued forth. Not long before JFK was killed,
the conversation Henry Jacob's had overheard between Cohen and Begin at the
Beverly Wilshire Hotel, Henry had become terribly excited, he had felt it,
he knew he was on to something big. Frank and I were amused at his
exuberant rantings in the van. We'd kidded him, but we knew Henry was no
novice with his imagination running wild. I remember his exact words,
"Mickey was sounding real important, like he's going in for big politics,
he cursed Kennedy and his Peace Corp, and his wasting millions on two-bit
countries in Africa and South America." What really chilled me now was
recalling Hank's vivid description of their aroused, excited conversation
about "War and Peace and the catastrophic possibilities of losing all their
multi-billion dollar defense appropriations." We'd tailed Cohen and Begin
to Belli's house above Sunset Boulevard for their meeting with a mysterious
guest, Casper Weinberger. To Frank and I this incident had meant
intelligence information of obvious value because of Begin the terrorist's
presence. But hell, it was to be more than twenty years before it began to
add up.
We didn't know Weinberger was head man of a giant corporate colossus
with powerful tentacles around the globe. The corporation was constructing
billions of dollars of U.S. military installations in Europe, the
Mediterranean, and in South East Asia because of overt threats of war.
Until Conspiracy, Chapter 21, I had not known that the biggest threat in
the world to Weinberger's billions was the news of President Kennedy's
negotiations of World Peace.
With the killing of Kennedy all thought and hope of Peace was
instantly destroyed, shattered along with the lives, limbs and minds of
thousands of America's young men caught up in the premeditated insanity of
Viet Nam's holocaust. And now fantastically, more then two decades later,
Casper Weinberger is the Secretary of Defense, demanding billions upon
billions for his corporation to build military installations. And this in
the face of tragic losses of young lives and the abandonment of billions of
dollars of equipment and bases in the fiasco of Viet Nam. At the same time
Casper Weinberger sinisterly attempts to demoralize United States military
strength and morale by undermining the servicemens traditional pension
plan.
In Wash., D.C. just prior to JFK's trip to Dallas, a White House
Correspondent, Seth Kantor obtained the latest information of the
Presidential motorcade routes. Through inside D.C. informants and sources
Kantor was one of the first to learn of the secret Peace talks Kennedy was
setting up with Fidel Castro. Besides knowing Belli and Cohen who were are
the Hollywood meeting and Jack Ruby, Oswald and Candy Barr in Dallas, he
knew Weinberger in D.C. Kantor was tied in full circle.
Belli was Ruby's lawyer, he refused to put him on the stand for fear
he'd lose control of his mouth and reveal why he shot Oswald. Babbling,
"I've been used for a purpose," Ruby was frightened nearly to death by the
Mishpucka about what would happen if he broke and spilled his guts that the
assassination of the President was a Jew plot. They'd put all the blame on
him for endangering their master plan with his failure to kill Oswald the
first time. Ruby was told, "It would mean the torture of his family and of
Jews in the streets, there could be a total extermination of the Jews if
the truth came out." Terrorized by the Mishpucka threats, he ranted on
about his Jewish origins and how, "The Jews would be killed by the millions
because of what he had done."
Four days after John F. Kennedy's funeral, Lyndon B. Johnson, now
President, summoned Chief Justice Warren to the White House.
Melodramatically he informed Warren that it was his National duty to head a
"Commission of Inquiry" into the murder of JFK. Johnson told him, "If
certain dangerous facts were not concealed it could cost forty million
lives." Then commenced one of the most lurid, official, governmental
cover-ups of all time. Over the years it has grown into a national
disgrace. Public demand for the true facts of the murder of the popular
John F. Kennedy has burgeoned and multiplied out of government control.
At one point Ruby was ready to talk, he stated, "The murder of JFK
was an act of over-throwing the government," then even more electrifyingly
he declared, "I know who had President Kennedy killed." In person, Ruby
told Chief Justice Earl Warren that his life was in danger and if he'd
arrange to get him to D.C. under his protection, he would talk. Repeatedly,
eight times in all, Oswald's killer begged Warren to arrange his transfer
to D.C., the Justice refused.
Several times when pressured, President Lyndon Johnson had invoked
secrecy in the name of National Security. The purpose was to cover-up,
first, the Phony Assassination by Hunt, and second the Real Assassination
committed by the Mishpucka. Hunt's wild scheme had created the lunatic
effect of positioning JFK as the target in a shooting gallery. Johnson's
National Security fears were tied to the Real Assassination scheme. If it
was revealed to the public that JFK was assassinated by the Jews it could
ignite a Holy War, forty million Jews in America could be exterminated,
precisely as Ruby tearfully predicted, "Jews will be killed by the millions
because of what I have done."
To Christians, white and black, President JFK's murder would be
tantamount to the second Crucifixion of Jesus Christ. This time it was a
high powered bullet exploding his head in a halo of blood, bone and brains.
Not like nailing his hands and feet to the cross, but still the second
killing of Christ. President Johnson feared a populace out of control, gone
mad...riots...revolution...a fearful Holy War, so the decision was made,
America and the world were not entitled to the truth.
Conspiracy, Chapter 21, page 419, "On September 17, 1963, with nine
weeks left until Pres. Kennedy's Dallas trip, an American and an African
met over coffee at United Nations Headquarters in New York. Seydou Diallo,
a little known diplomat, was an Ambassador, the Guinean Envoy to Cuba. As
his American contact he'd selected Ambassador William Attwood, Special
Advisor to the United States Delegation at the UN. Diallo knew and trusted
Wm. Attwood as the former American Ambassador to Guinea. Diallo was aware
Attwood had met Castro and was also on close personal terms with Kennedy.
Diallo's urgent message was that after three years of confrontation Castro
wanted to reach some sort of an understanding with the U.S.. He was
especially unhappy about the way Cuba was becoming tied to Russia and was
looking for some way out. Just two days later on September 19, he selected
Ambassador Attwood to handle it. Robert, JFK's brother, was very concerned
with the secrecy of the matter and was bothered about the possibility of a
leak. But Peace was on the move, a hot-line telephone link between the
White House and Kremlin had been opened, a symbol of determination to bring
the superpowers into closer touch on sensitive issues."
Soon Pres. Kennedy and Kruschev would sign a nuclear test ban treaty,
and JFK had projected the return of a thousand troops from Viet Nam, the
first stage of a withdrawal that was to bring all U.S. personnel home
within two years. Kennedy's quest for World Peace was taking shape. But
Robert Kennedy's great concern for leaks in the proposed Castro, Cuban
peace talks was real. In a few weeks his brother's assassination would
shatter all hope for peace and security around the world for years to come.
The eventful facts of the White House intrigue during the few weeks prior
to JFK's death as related in Chapter 21 were of over powering interest. Of
equal importance in Conspiracy, Chapter 20, entitled, "Double Image In
Dallas," were the motivating clues pointing directly at the Mishpucka.
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[1] Wrong. Mr. Kennedy said nothing after he was hit. This quote may have
been adapted from something Governor Connally said.
[2] Concluding is not the same as proving. It is more like reaching a legal
verdict based on probabilities <100%.
[3] But he fired thee shots in total.
[4] The Warren Commission concluded that they had been unable to find
persuasive evidence of conspiracy.
[5] An associate of Wean's.
[6] Many others have concluded the same thing. Closer inspection makes the
shooting feat look much less impressive, however. The first shot missed
everything. The second shot missed Kennedy's head and hit him in the back.
The third shot came within an inch or so of missing his head. Furthermore,
the gunman had more than the famous 5.6 seconds because that figure applies
to the two concluding shots that hit. Anyhow, it is dangerous logic to
conclude that something could not possibly have happened.
[7] No proof offered.
[8] No proof offered.
[9] No proof for any part of this whole scenario.
[10] No proof that anyone but Oswald was involved in the walker incident.
[11] Oswald bought the rifle himself. The order form was filled out in his
handwriting.
[12] This suggestion that Oswald knew in advance that he would shoot is at
odds with his pleading the evening before with Marina to move back in with
him in Dallas. He even offered to buy her a washing machine, something that
he had long resisted.
[13] The President would forgive his cabinet for planning to shoot at him
but miss? For planning to make major foreign policy on their own? Never.
[14] The top of a tall building in a plaza full of echoes is not exactly
the best place for a crowd to instantly determine the location of a
shooter.
[15] Is this the same Oswald who pulled his pistol in the theater and would
have shot an officer except that the officer's finger prevented Oswald from
fully pulling the trigger?
[16] How could a former police officer justify reaching such a huge
conclusion on the strength of an unknown person's story and an unopened
envelope?
[17] No proof offered. There is massive evidence to the contrary.
[18] The Russian Jewish Mafia. Wean's book charges them with all sorts of
terrible things on scales ranging form local to international.
[19] The Warren Commission never claimed that this bullet was undeformed.
In fact, it published a photo showing lead squeezed out of the base.
Viselike forces are needed for this.
[20] This idea has been proven false by the neutron-activation analysis.
[21] This is a scenario to produce an undeformed bullet. CE 399 was
deformed.
[22] Wean consistently misspells Dealey Plaza as "Dealy."
[23] Wean consistently misspells Officer Tippit's name as "Tippet."
[24] No reliable witnesses put Ruby there. Several picked out Oswald from a
lineup.
[25] Doubly false. There were not just lying there, and they were traced
ballistically to Oswald's pistol to the exclusion of all other weapons.
[26] The officer made an error.
[27] That would be true only is Oswald was not the killer. In fact, he
discarded his empty shells and reloaded as he rushed from the scene.
[28] No evidence of any involvement by Hunt has emerged in 37 years.
[29] No evidence that Ruby owned an automatic pistol.
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