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David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre Contents An Element of Perfidy Hunt at Langley Target Practice Livarsi `na pietra di la scarpa! Delicate Encounter Half of What I'll Tell Spy vs. Spy I Spy Open Letter, April 1963 The Place on Flagler Very Quiet, Very Strange My Spy Spiel and Chatter Nagell's Complaint Affidavit Dilemma in El Paso Appelate Decision Agent Report: NAGELL, Richard Case The Luma My Radios Round Peg, Square Hole One Lump Sum Sam Figured That Grin Wasn't Interested My Brilliant Career Who Else?
Right or Left? Handwritten Note Shooting The Breeze How Do You Want To Die? Elm Street Everybody Will Know Like Suspects Requirements What I Saw The Hunt Account Larrie If You Can Understand Family Secrets The Art of the Possible Not In Our Lifetime Request Denied Last Letter Right? Deathbed Confession No Momma, No Poppa, No Uncle Sam Notes Glossary Biography
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre 1 JFK: Lines of Fire contents a verse docu-drama David Cooper
Acknowledgements: 2 I would like to thank the following authors for permission to publish adaptations/versifications of excerpts from their books and for their words of encouragement: Dick Russell, The Man Who Knew Too Much (NY: Carroll & Graf, 1992) Jim Marrs, Crossfire: The Plot That Killed Kennedy (NY: Carroll & Graf, 1989) Bill Sloan (with Jean Hill), JFK: The Last Dissenting Witness (Gretna, LA: Pelican Publishing Company, 1992). I would also like to thank the following readers whose feedback helped me shape, edit and revise this book and the individual poems that comprise it: William Matthews and members of his graduate poetry workshop at The City College of CUNY, Edmund Pennant, Alan Cooper, Andrew Kaufman, and Tsipi Keller and members of the peer workshop that meets in her home. The U.S. Congress' extension of benefits and the timely payment of same by the New York State Department of Labor Division of Unemployment Insurance while I was researching and writing this book were a lifeline. I am especially grateful to my wife Shoshana for her love and support then, now and always. "Hunt At Langley" and "How Do You Want To Die?" are reprinted from XY Files: Poems on the Male Experience (Santa Fe: Sherman Asher Publishing, 1997). The following poems have appeared or are forthcoming in magazines: "Elm Street" is reprinted from Poetry in Performance (NY, NY) n. 21, 1993; "Spiel and Chatter" is reprinted from Kinesis (Whitefish, MT) v.4, n.8, August 1995; "Family Secrets" and "That Grin" are reprinted from Synaesthetic (NY, NY) n. 3, Fall-Winter 1995;
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An Element of Perfidy
"An Element of Perfidy" is reprinted from Prairie Winds (Mitchell, SD) n. 50, Spring 1996;
In every change of policy there's an element of perfidy.
"Everybody Will Know" is reprinted from Pudding Magazine (Johnstown, OH) n. 30, 1996;
I don't know whether to laugh or sob.
"If You Can Understand" is reprinted from Soundings East (Salem, MA) v. 19, n. 2, Fall 1996;
There's a fine line between courage and stupidity.
"How Do You Want To Die?," "The Art of the Possible," and "Not In Our Lifetime" are reprinted from Synaesthetic (NY, NY) n. 4.5, Winter 1998;
Illinois and the election were mine in sixty till Daley ordered ballot tampering by his underworld clods. But in every change of policy there's an element of perfidy:
"Last Letter," appeared as a Poetry Motel (Duluth, MN) broadsheet, perhaps n.24, 1996;
the gangsters were rewarded with an inquisitor's decree when Jack gave Justice to his brother Bob. There's a fine line between courage and stupidity.
Please note: Most of the poems in this collection comprise found language derived in whole or in part from letters, interviews, and government documents. These sources are cited in the endnotes. For the most part, awkward and/or ungrammatical language is presented as found. Names are identified in the glossary.
I planned the Cuban invasion meticulously, but the new administration botched the job. In every change of policy there's an element of perfidy: the president blamed the CIA but postponed its demise out of expediency so as not to improve the Republicans' odds. In the absence of courage what's left is stupidity.
In the crime of the century Jack failed to consider every contingency like an act of self-defense by my pals in Miami, The Company, the mob. In every change of policy there's an element of perfidy and a fine line between courage and stupidity.
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre Hunt At Langley 5 I have nothing to fight with. Am taking to the woods. I cannot wait for you ...(white noise).
After the slaughter the White House
ordered navy task force destroyers to move in and pick up stragglers, men in boats, on rafts, wounded clinging to bits of wreckage. A reconnaissance jet spotted a few survivors in the water, on the beachhead only vultures.
At Langley, we wept silently. Never had I seen a room full of men in tears. Someone remembered Nino Diaz and his mutineers. His ship was ordered to the U.S. naval base at Viques Island where the marines disarmed them. We wanted no more trouble from Senor Diaz. The president agreed to meet the six C.R.C. officials. All had sons, brothers, nephews in the brigade. I thought of Tony, Miro, and Dr. Maceo
and tears rolled down my face.
"Will you escort them to The White House?"
I can't face them; they trusted me
and I can't face them.
Dulles, Cabell, and Bisell were summarily dismissed, thrown to the wolves to expiate administration guilt. The White House whitewashed the New Frontier by heaping excrement on us. Privately, the president vowed to splinter the agency into a thousand pieces and scatter us to the winds.
I issued one more war communique denying there had been an invasion, only a resupply effort to the guerillas in the Escambray, and the landing party had reached their comrades when in fact they were dead, imprisoned, or struggling through the Zapata swamps.
Sick of lying and deception, of political compromise and military defeat, I went home.
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Peeling my socks off
I realized I hadn't changed them in a week. I couldn't eat.
I showered, slept, still
couldn't eat, fixed a martini,
and another and another and wept.
This was the worst thing
since we lost China.
After I assembled my crew together I took them out to the Everglades to test fire and familiarize ourselves with the weapons. When we hit Trujillo, we lucked out. I needed a point where I could catch him at his slowest speed and
on the route he chose there was this small village with a small square with narrow contents streets -- you couldn't whiz around it. There was this little two storey building, a cafe I think, a church on the corner, and a gas station with
a garage on the plaza. I set one man on the roof of each building and I was just inside the church -- you know, the big double doors on churches. The man on the cafe roof was supposed to fire the first burst, which would trigger me and I
would make the second, the killing hit, and the man on the garage roof would make the coup de grace . What happened was, we were expecting three cars but there was only one, a `57 chevrolet. It reached the entrance of the square and the first man's gun
jammed. Of course, I was under the impression this was the first of three cars. I was watching through the half opened double doors of the church and had no way of knowing there weren't two cars behind it. When Trujillo's car reached
the point I could see it I recognized him, realized what had happened, stepped out
of the church -- as close as I am to that window, about ten feet, and opened
fire. The automatic fire literally tore the driver's head off. The car swerved and hit
a tree, giving me a perfect field of fire. Then I raked the car with machine gun fire, emptied my clip and shoved a new one in. Trujillo was hit but only wounded, sitting on the rear passenger side. A guard next to the driver had
also been hit. This was the thing that totally astounded us -- there were only two men with him. He was in the rear seat alone and I fired through the window at him. I remember his body jerking when the burst
hit and I do admit a solid hit. After the deed was done, the man on the garage roof opened fire and hell, I'm out in the open! Well, I had about half a clip left...it was only a matter of seconds before he'd have hit me,
so I turned and fired a short burst at him to tell him to quit firing at me. The man on the cafe never did fire.
Livarsi `na pietra di la scarpa! Take that stone out of my shoe! Don't you worry `bout dat little Bobby sonofabitch. He'll be taken care of.
Late summer 1962. Louisiana mob boss Carlos Marcello speaks.
You know what dey say in Sicily: If you wanna kill a dog, don't cut off da tail, cut off da head. Da dog will keep biting you if you cut off its tail, but if da head is cut off, da dog will die, tail and all.
If Bobby gets hit, his brother will crack down on all
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Bobby's enemies, like me and Hoffa, worse than before.
But if da President gets hit, Johnson won't do nuttin'. And Bobby--you know how Johnson hates Bobby--he'll lose all his power.
Half of What I'll Tell
you might be truth,
But I gotta arrange it so da cops don't put da finger on none of my guys.
and the other half
I'm gonna set up a nut to take da heat, da way dey do in Sicily.
bullshit. But all
of it is what I was told. That's part
Miami, late summer 1962. Mob
of the game in
boss Santos Trafficante Jr. in
conversation with Cuban exile
business. You confuse
leader Jose Aleman Jr.
your own operatives
It's a sin how this president is treating the teamsters.
with false information; maybe
Have you seen how his brother is hitting Hoffa,
a man who is not a millionaire, a friend of the blue collars?
the full truth
He doesn't know that this kind of encounter
about a particular
contents is very delicate. It's not right what they're doing. Hoffa is a hard working man and doesn't deserve it.
assignment. The Agency, including probably
Mark my word, this man Kennedy is in trouble
and will get what's coming to him.
Department and Military
Intelligence, was getting
I don't know. He'll probably be reelected.
killed with a high-
level intelligence leak.
No, Jose. You don't understand me.
We'd been plagued by this:
Kennedy's not going to make it
with Cuban affairs, everybody knew
to the election. He's going to be hit.
who we were and what we were
(Phoenix, Arizona, 1975. The
doing almost before
speaker is Ronald Augustinovich,
we did. They got our
a licensed private investigator,
orders before we did.
who claimed to claimed to have
been a CIA contract agent in
Oswald and a young guy who
the early 1960s.)
looked just like him were
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part of a penetration
team directed against Castro's intelligence
to find out where
that leak was coming
from. It had nothing
to do with
a plot to assassinate
I was a part of
We set it all up before
Oswald's June `sixty-two
return from Russia.
I know Oswald
was employed by
contents American Intelligence and had already managed
to connect up with
Five of Castro's people
who were at an initial
for Oswald's arrival
from Russia, in an apartment
building on Ninety-
ninth Street in New
York, believed I was work-
ing for Castro's
I fed them a lot
of good information
(which I was told
to do). I met with
Oswald alone in
I don't know if
it was really him or
the guy who looked like him.
The operation was coordinated
somehow so that
if one of the two
we'd have something
to go on.
Leaving the service? Build a new career at DIA. Fringe benefits and lots of plausible denial. Apply room 2E239, pentagon-shaped building.
Advice given when leaving service of Army Counter-intelligence Corps/Field Operations Intelligence: "don't tell tales away from home," CIA/DIA: "we have a strong right arm...with parameter," Japanese Intelligence: "you are still ours," KGB/GRU: "you were never ours."
I'm sure somebody wanted to start a small war.
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The disinformation campaign I signed onto
at the outset of the so-called Cuban missile crisis (the first ICBMs were delivered in late June or early July)
had less to do with the missiles than with the blockade.
Our side had to determine if they would actually attempt
to run a naval blockade and they wanted to know whether
we would board their ships. The CIA was in this
up to their asses, but in reality there was no crisis.
The KGB had some guy in Washington--not Ambassador
Dobrynin--playing footsies with the top people.
It had all been settled, all taken care of
by the time Kennedy made his famous speech.
If it does, eventually, become mandatory for me to touch upon the events leading to my sojourn in Mexico during 1962 I shall do so, but only subsequent to being granted immunity from prosecution and persecution. Otherwise the interested parties will have to take my word that I was placed in a position to gain cognizance,
an indiscreet, loud talking, disgruntled exMilitary Intelligence man afflicted with red spot on right chest earned for indiscretion, currently on a mission for the notorious XXX, had done a great job spreading suspicions of being a spook while real moves were as subtle as a thumbtack on a telephone pole (subterfuges
well-thought out, organized, and executed),
who, approached for recruiting in Mexico City
in September `62
"bitter, disgusted, and disaffected,"
asked to make application at American Embajada
to renounce citizenship, change coats, become
provocateur in ploy so simple it almost
backfired--in the "vital interests
of our national security,"
which is to say, at that time in that place, a representative of a foreign government proposed I participate in a criminal offense inimical to the best interests of The United States. At first I refused and reported it to my contact officer who told me to "take the bait."
Most of my connection in 1962-63 was with the CIA and FBI, and there was a reason for it. Some have made it look like I was working for these people per se, but that was not the case. In Mexico City and Miami some of my "adventures" were done for specific reasons with a specific objective in mind. I wasn't exactly an amateur in those days, and had a pretty good idea how things functioned on both sides. I had very high moral principles then.
That October my KGB contact gave me what at first were two separate assignments: to look into an assassination conspiracy directed against President Kennedy being earnestly discussed by members of Alpha 66,
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a CIA financed Cuban exile organization, and
with behavioral reaction
to monitor the movements of an American defector who had returned to The United States, an ex-marine I
characterized by passive aggressive and paranoid
had worked with in Military Intelligence in Japan in `58
features. Treated. Unchanged.
(in a CIA attempt to get a Soviet Colonel to defect),
Precipitating stress: Unknown.
whom they considered emotionally unstable and prone
Predisposition: Moderate, by history
to commit an act which could potentially embarrass them.
of, frequent hospitalization and
I Spy After brief inquiries in Dallas, head east:
interviews for his present type of behavior. Psychiatric Incapacity: Minimal. Patient is competent at this time." (My italics.)
KGB contact fills in details in DC; seek instructions in Langley, go south. In Florida, pose as tourist, INS investigator, or private researcher (appropriate credentials forwarded by CIA), pick up on conversations concerning December plot to place bomb beside president at Orange Bowl rally for Bay of Pigs Brigade survivors he'd recently ransomed. Fearing for own safety, check into Bay Pines VA hospital in St. Pete complaining of headaches, blackouts, amnesia. That plot never gets beyond talking stage--rally comes and goes without incident.
Bay Pines "Final Diagnosis and Present Status: Chronic brain syndrome
Released, resume investigation: contact two Miami FBI agents familiar with Cuban community and anti-Castro organizations, receive 150 name list with check marks near certain names, check out alleged connection between Miami resident and Cuba Libre leader Eladio del Valle and New Orleans CIA informant Sergio-Aracha Smith (who would soon move to Texas, befriend General Edwin A. Walker, H.L. Hunt, and also meet Oswald), investigate associate of right -wing extremist David W. Ferrie (four years later del Valle's remains are found by Miami police the same night Ferrie dies in New Orleans),
associated with brain trauma (survived 1954 army plane crash)
conduct surveillance on man observed talking to exile leader Manuel
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Artime and former Cuban Senator /racketeer Rolando Masferrer, later known to Oswald by code name "Angel," likewise his partner "Leopoldo," both said to be former CIA employees of Cuban extraction well known to both Mexican and Cuban authorities and, of course, CIA, connected with violence prone faction of CIA-financed group, "Alpha 66," with ties to Cuba Libre. On several occasions in late January `63 Angel visited well-lighted Cuban restaurant on Flagler Street as well as small photo shop, perpendicular to Flagler, connected to another exile group, Movimiento Revolucionario de Pueblo.
Open Letter, April 1963
To the Cuban community in Miami,
Only through one development will you Cuban patriots ever live again in your homeland as free men: only if an inspired act of God should place in the White House a Texan known to be a friend of all Latin America
ns, though he must, under present conditions, bow to the Zionists who since 1905 came into control of The United States, and for whom Jack Kennedy and Nelson Rockefeller and other members of the Council of Foreign Relations and allied agencies are only stooges and pawns. Though Johnson must now bow to these crafty and cunning Communist-hatching Jews, yet, should an Act of God suddenly elevate him into the top position, he would
revert to what his beloved father and grandfather were,
and to their values and principles and loyalties.
A Texan who resents the Oriental influence that has come to control, to degrade, to pollute and enslave his own people.
The Place on Flagler
Visitor's room, Federal Penetentiary, Marion IL, 1978. The speaker is prisoner Garrett Trapnell.
I don't want this to come out that I'm any sort of snitch, you understand? In the early sixties I worked for Cuban G-2 intelligence infiltrating exile organizations with harebrained schemes to discredit them and the U.S. government. In late spring `63 a Cuban whom I called Miguel Fuentes asked me to come to a meeting on Flagler Street in Miami. His last name wasn't really Fuentes. I'm not going to give his real name. The guy exists, believe me. I'm not going to go into any more than that. This broad who
was there at the meeting did some talking. I did a lot of listening. There was a lot of feeling out. They talked about hitting Kennedy in Palm Beach at the family estate. If not there, then Hyannis Port, Massachusetts, while he was sailing. They were discussing the best way to do it and I suggested a sniper. I don't know what I'm leaving myself open for here but anyway, they all agreed to that. Snipers firing
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from different points, and that a main signal would have to be given.
You've already pretested the weapons. What you have to do is have something --a street sign, anything--and a guy standing
beside it takes his hat off. He's
telling you your target is right on the money.
Then they showed me this closet with at least
14 rifles, four .38 caliber revolvers,
fragmentation and concussion grenades and some plastic explosives.
They offered me one of the rifles, a 7.65 mm German Mauser,
or then again it might have been a 7.62 mm Russian Tokarev;
it resembled the American Browning automatic. I knew early on
I wanted no part of their plan, but after several meetings said
I might be interested and took the rifle. It was a beautiful weapon.
Well, in August I finally contacted the Feds:
it wasn't a matter of patriotism, it was a matter of business.
I was in jail for passing fraudulent checks
contents so I contacted the FBI and maybe the CIA, thought maybe we could do business. The day after they took my statement I was hospitalized for observation.
That's where I was the morning after Kennedy got shot. A whole squadron of FBI, must have been five or six, came to see me. "If there's any more of this, we know how to handle you," one told me right out. I said "wait a minute," and the agent said "don't worry, just be crazy and everything will be all right." I signed a retraction--said I made the whole thing up--and was released. Though I had no job I received a paycheck, so you figure it out. I had so much money when I left the hospital, they had to take me to the bank. Two years later, broke and scared, I figured Cuba was the safest place for me. Now I'm doing life for air piracy. Why don't you ask David Atlee Phillips about me? I met him in August `63 when I spilled what I knew. We spoke in Spanish and he was very solicitive.
He's a gin and tonic drinker and also a Cuba-libre imbiber.
He knows all about the place on Flagler.
Very Quiet, Very Strange
The speaker is a former leader of Alpha 66, a Cuban exile terrorist organization.
Late in August 1963, I met David Atlee Phillips in the company of this young guy who was very quiet, very strange, and was with us only ten or fifteen minutes when Phillips says to him,
"I'll meet you in two or three hours." I never knew why Oswald was with Phillips. I didn't know Oswald was Oswald until the assassination happened
and I saw his picture. I never asked Phillips about Oswald, because Phillips always told me that in this type of work you just do things, you don't ask.
I had a cousin, Guillermo Ruiz, who worked with Cuban intelligence in Mexico City. Sometime early in 1964 Phillips asked me, did I think by getting my cousin
a considerable amount of money, would he say he'd talked to Oswald, to make it appear Oswald was working for Castro.
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I asked Phillips if Oswald had in truth
been talking to Castro's agents. He said it didn't matter if it was true,
what mattered was getting my cousin to make the statement.
Phillips never brought it up again, but when I did some months later he said there was no longer any need to talk about it.
Here was this guy whose teeth had all been reworked, plenty of gold: had to be government work (the only other expensive mouth I'd seen like that was an uncle who was a Ford executive). Good looking man, trim, close-shaven, wearing a dark blue suit, summer weave, white shirt and regimental tie, highly polished black shoes. The guy looked about as out of place, to steal a phrase from Raymond Chandler, as "a tarantula on a piece of angel food." I mean, the Venice West was the ultimate beatnik coffeehouse in those days. I could see people running around whispering, "Cop, cop." Well, obviously no real cop would come in dressed like that. I sat down and we started talking. He began by saying he was interested in and sympathetic to our organizational activities in the Santa Monica-Venice area, told me he was an ex-officer with Army Intelligence, had done some hard thinking about his role in the past, claimed to have friends and connections with various law enforcement agencies
and access to certain files, such as the one he showed me
that came, he claimed, from the LAPD's Red Squad. Accurate, though somewhat dated, it contained the names of several friends
who had worked with me on several projects. That's when
he offered to help through his connections, saying
he couldn't be as active as we were for personal reasons.
We had a few beers and I asked him to prove his good intentions
by tracing two licence plate numbers we suspected were cops.
The next day he had the information, blew the cover off
a narc, so I figured whoever he was and whatever his loyalty,
it wasn't to the LAPD. Richard Nagell was a charming man. And while
I felt he was sincerely interested in what we were doing and dis-
enchanted with American foreign policy, at the same time I suspected
he was also a spook, checking me out for some unknown reason.
Hell, I had nothing to hide. I'd even entertained FBI
agents because I was intrigued with all this business
of saving America from people like me. So I accepted
Richard for what he was. Years later I would read:
When Jim Garrison's investigation was made public in 1967, Vaughn Snipes sent a letter to the Orleans Parish DA's office disavowing any unlawful connection with me. I had investigated Snipes and his wife Priscilla in conjunction with my inquiry about Oswald. I witnessed one of the two Cubans who were associating with Oswald in August and September 1963 entering Snipes' "On The Beach Bookstore" in Venice on two separate occasions. Snipes, who once boasted he was a good shot with a rifle, was considered for recruitment to hit JFK during the latter's June visit to the Beverly Hilton for the premier screening of "PT 109." That project never materialized .
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That June Richard tried to check himself into
standing, although invited to sit down, and asked
the Brentwood VA hospital, was seen by a shrink in the outpatient clinic, but wasn't admitted.
if I could advise him on whether a particular drug was legal or illegal. I again asked him to be seated,
And there I was, this crazy bastard who'd been
thinking I'd like to develop this line of conversation
to the Cuban embassy in Mexico City, helped run
further, not only because of the unusual inquiry,
the L.A. Fair Play for Cuba Committee, tied
but because of his demeanor, which gave every indication of
into all these left wing groups. My bookstore
emotional disturbance and the lack of personal conviction
was in the middle of junkie paradise. The word
or a sense of security. He again declined, kept saying
on the beach was that I was a shooter. I put that out
he must determine the existence of such a drug
intentionally, because I didn't want to be
and whether it was legal or illegal, always looking down,
knifed for my $25 a day receipts at the end
shifting from foot to foot, said he was reading a book,
of the night. I didn't hide the fact that there were
and in this book the author stated that,
guns in my bookstore and in my house. It was certainly
if the reader could procure this particular drug,
known to the cops and the FBI and Nagell knew it.
the reader would be able to see into the future as he,
Well, I didn't like the Kennedys but I sure as hell
the author, had seen and envisioned it. He spoke so rapidly
wasn't going to shoot any of them. What's really
he appeared emotionally detached from the subject matter
contents weird is, there was this little joke I had for a while. I used to talk about Nagell with my second wife and she
itself, was demonstrating a superimposed indoctrination in which he had no self-
would say, "What do you think that was all about?"
identification, was spouting words, phrases,
And I'd say, "I think they were looking for somebody
and cliches without true comprehension, without
to shoot Kennedy and I was supposed to be Oswald."
the personal persuasiveness you might expect
Spiel and Chatter
of someone who was a dedicated advocate of a cause. "What did you say your name was," I asked
The speaker, Edward G. Gillin,
but cannot recall what he stated was his full name,
was an assistant district attorney
but clearly recall that "Oswald" was a part of it
for Louisiana's Orleans Parish in
because at the time I associated that name
with a comedian or character many years ago
It was in July or early August 1963
on the Milton Berle radio show. He said
when this person came into the office and asked to speak
the book was Huxley's Brave New World
to the District Attorney. I was on duty and informed him
and I told him if a drug could produce such effects
I was an ADA and available to speak to him.
I thought it would definitely be a strong narcotic or narcotic
He came into the private office, remained
derivative but was not an expert and suggested he consult
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the City chemist next door in City Hall.
IF ADVERTISED, WHEN: Sept. 13-17, 1963
On the night of the assassination I was listening to the voice of Lee Harvey Oswald with my back turned
WHERE: FBI, Wash. D.C.
to the TV and heard the same spiel and chatter
type expressions I had heard in my office
FORM COMPLETED BY CUSTOMER: [x]
several months before, became convinced
of this before turning around and viewing
ADDRESS: Quien Sabe, /2%#&**+
the TV screen. His facial features were the same
as the man I interviewed. I contacted the FBI,
CITY: Everytown, U.S.A.
gave them this statement, but no one contacted me by way
of follow up. I observed in the press the following morning
CHECK CAUSES OF COMPLAINT AND EXPLAIN BRIEFLY:
that Aldous Huxley died in California of cancer.
[x] DEFECTIVE MERCHANDISE
in the manner of the
[x] GUARANTEE OR CONTRACT NOT FULFILLED
Better Business Bureau's
contents DATE OF TRANSACTION: July 1963
"Customer Experience Record."
[x] PROMISED ADJUSTMENT NOT FULFILLED
COMPANY: Latin American Operations
U.S. Central Intellegence Agency
[x] UNSATISFACTORY SERVICE
DATE YOU COMPLAINED TO COMPANY: Aug. 27, 1963
Left holding the bag
TO WHOM: Desmond Fitzgerald SALES PERSON: "Bob" RECEIPT OR CONTRACT NUMBER: unknown IDENTIFY PRODUCT OR SERVICE: Murder
Affidavit I, Richard Case Nagell, being first sworn, depose and say: In September
Nov. 21, 1975
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1963, the exact
date of which I am capable
of verifying, I dispatched
a letter via registered
mail addressed to
"Mr. John E.
Federal Bureau of
of Justice, Washington
25, D.C." The envelope
in which this
letter was enclosed bore
the same address, in addition
contents to the return address "Joseph Kramer, Apdo.
Postal 88-Bis, Mexico,
D.F., Mexico," and was mailed
within the United States.
The letter was neatly
typewritten and composed
in the style and format
used by operational
personnel of the Central
Intellegence Agency in writing
their reports; that is, it was
clear and concise, with the names
of persons and organizations
typed in caps.
In the aforesaid
letter, I advised Mr. Hoover of
a conspiracy (although
I did not use the
word "conspiracy") involving Lee Harvey
Oswald "to murder
Executive of the United
John F. Kennedy."
I indicated that
the attempt would
take place "during the latter
part of September
on the 26th, 27th, 28th,
or 29th," presumably
at Washington D.C.
I furnished a complete
and accurate physical
description of Mr.
his true name, two of
his aliases, his residence
address and other pertinent
facts about him. I disclosed sufficient
data about the
conspiracy (citing an
overt act which
a violation of federal
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law) to warrant
an immediate investigation if not
the arrest of
Mr. Oswald. I revealed
myself which incriminated
me on another
matter. I stated, "By
the time you receive
this letter, I
shall have departed the
USA for good." I signed
with the name "Joseph Kramer,"
contents of a known Communist (Soviet) agent
in Canada, and
also an alias
that I had
used during my
agents in January
Miami, Florida, who
in turn used
the name "The Tacos."
I am willing to undergo
examination relative to any and
Dilemma in El Paso
In September 1963, "Laredo" (my KGB code name unknown to Oswald) met with Oswald at Jackson Square in New Orleans, where both were photographed
(I still have that faded polaroid squirreled away for safekeeping in a foreign country). Photos of two of Oswald's associates, "Leopoldo" and "Angel," were displayed to Oswald,
who was informed that neither Leopoldo nor Angel were G-2 Cuban intelligence agents, a story they had strapped on him the previous month, that the two were in fact
counterrevolutionaries connected with the CIA funded terror group Alpha 66, that he was being used by fascist elements in an attempt to disrupt the Cuban
revolution and a contemplated rapprochement between Cuba and the U.S., probably to incite severe retaliatory measures (in the form of an invasion) against Cuba.
Asked about his discussions with Leopoldo and Angel, about his pending move to Baltimore, why he was going without his wife and child, Oswald's replies
were evasive and in some instances untruthful. Despite evidence to the contrary, he denied that there had been any serious discussion to kill President Kennedy,
Robert Kennedy, or anybody else, seemed genuinely upset and visably shaken when a query was made in that direction, stated he was a friend of the Cuban revolution,
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre that he leaned toward Cuban Marxism, but not Soviet Leninism, whatever that meant. 31 Shortly before 9/20/63, Oswald was again contacted by Laredo, advised "Oaxaca" (code name of Laredo's KGB contact officer unknown by Oswald) wanted to speak with Oswald in Mexico City, that Oaxaca could not leave Mexico City so Oswald
should visit him there, where he would be contacted at his hotel by Laredo and introduced to Oaxaca the same day. Oswald agreed to the plan when
he was advised he would be provided more than sufficient funds to make the trip by plane and told where and how he was to pick up the money on his expected date
of departure. After Laredo failed to convince Oswald to back out of the conspiracy, Oaxaca ordered Laredo to lure Oswald to Mexico City, kill him, and board a plane
to Eastern Europe
via Cuba, never to return, never to see his children, then in the custody contents of his estranged wife. On 9/20/63, Laredo resolved his dilemma in El Paso.
in the case Nagell vs. United States, U.S. Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit, April 3, 1968.
We feel constrained to emphasize the particular and peculiar facts of this case reinforcing psychiatric testimony that Nagell was symbolizing, projecting, dramatizing, and/or confabulating when he entered the El Paso bank. Nagell demanded travelers' checks, not cash. He asked for a specific (and relatively small) amount. He said "this is a real gun,"
not "this is a stick-up." He fired two shots into the wall,
not at anyone and for no apparent reason.
And he was not at all evasive when he left the bank. The peculiar
facts of this
case also suggest
error in the charge of the court: a specific intent to rob is required.
The trial court instructed
the jury that it might
infer intent from Nagell's conduct in the bank. Viewing the totality
of Nagell's conduct,
and in light of
the strong evidence of his insanity at the time, we observe that
it was error for
the court not to
instruct the jury in terms of the more restrictive specific intent required.
Considering the facts of
this case and the evidence
in the record, we conclude that the evidence introduced by the Government is not
sufficient to sustain
the conviction. The judgment
of the conviction is reversed and the case is remanded to the district court with directions
to vacate that judgment
and enter an order
granting the defendant's motion for acquittal and a judgment acquitting the defendant.
Agent Report: NAGELL, Richard Case During the period from August 1962 to October 1963, SUBJECT was intermittently employed as
May 2, 1969
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an informant and/or
investigator for the Central Intellegence Agency.
In April 1963, SUBJECT
conducted an inquiry concerning
the marital status of Marina
Oswald and her reported
desire to return to
the USSR. During July,
August, September and on one
to this, SUBJECT conducted
an inquiry into
the activities of Lee
Harvey Oswald, and the
allegation that he
contents had established a Fair
Play For Cuba
Committee in New
Orleans, Louisiana. SUBJECT stated that while working for the CIA, HE
had operated in Mexico, Florida, Louisiana, Texas,
California, Puerto Rico, and New York.
He was primarily concerned with
investigating activities of Anti-
Castro organizations and their
personnel in the United
States and Mexico.
On 20 September 1963, SUBJECT was arrested in El Paso, Texas on the charge of entering
a Federal bank with the intent
to commit a felony. In May 1964 and September 1966, SUBJECT
was twice tried and twice convicted on this charge. The conviction
of the May
1964 trial had been
subsequently reversed, thus the reason
for the second trial. SUBJECT was sentanced
to a maximum of ten
years imprisonment, but was released
after four and one-half years. SUBJECT claimed
that HIS conviction
and subsequent incarceration
was a result, not
of HIS supposed intent
to commit a felony, but rather
as a result of HIS knowledge
of Lee Harvey Oswald
and the assassination
of President Kennedy.
The Luma I'm wearing a two-and-a-half karat diamond ring, Rolex watch, the whole bit. And I was well armed. I mean, everyone of any substance in Mexico City carried a firearm. It was part of your dress code. I kept a .357 magnum under the seat
The speaker is American former bullfighter Robert Clayton Buick
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of my emerald-green Cadillac
convertible, and carried a .38 long up-and-over
derringer with an ivory
handle, just like Patton,
under my belt. Pearls for pimps,
okay? And as I walked out
of the bar, I could feel
my hair begin to curl
and goose bumps on the back
of my neck. Because out
the door come these two dudes,
all right? I can feel `em,
they're not walking
too fast and I pick up
my speed a little
contents and walk past my car. I know there's
shops down this next
street and all types of
little alcoves, with windows
and what-have-you. So I jump into
the first deep alcove,
but through the other
pane I can pick
them up looking
for me. I don't know whether
I'm gonna get bludgeoned
or what. So as this one
guy starts to check
the alcove, I just pull
the hammer back and lay
it right against his temple
and say, "їQuй quieres?" Well, they don't speak Spanish. One says,
"I can't understand." So I say,
"What the fuck do you want?"
and told `em both to lay
their hands straight
or I'll blow
the guy's brains out.
That's when they flashed
an ID on me.
U.S. government. Guy says,
"We just want to talk." I say,
"This is fucking two-
thirty in the morning
and you almost got
your friend's head blown off.
I've got a telephone.
Every morning at ten
you can find me
at Plaza Mexico working
out with the bulls. So what's
this all about?" Well, basically,
I got duped into the mom's apple
pie and flag waving shit.
They hired me, asked me
to check some things out
at the Hotel Luma:
who was frequenting the place,
what their names were, if there
was any kind of conversation, other
than ordinary bullshit going on.
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They didn't want anything
written down, said store everything up here
--they must have picked up on
my retention. When I was a bell captain
out in Palm Springs
I was also booking
horses. But they could never
find any slips on me
because everything was in my head.
So every so often I'd meet these two guys in Garibaldi Park and report on the characters at the Luma. The barman, Franz Waehoff, was way below his station. I often wondered what the hell he was doing as a cocktail waiter, because he seemed to have a lot of authority, was very tight with the manager, Warren Broglie, and why Broglie and this simple bartender were always in these very intense conversations.
There was this tall, well dressed American with good posture, carried himself like an army officer--not that I paid much attention to him, but you couldn't miss him, what with his scars and what-have-you.
He had a very penetrating look.
This other American, young guy in his twenties, came up to me,
said he was interested
in becoming a bullfighter.
He was cocky. I was kinda
throwing him for a shine,
didn't know what
he was up to. I says,
"Hey, you don't just
go out there
and wave this little
cloth at the animal. I mean,
there's fundamentals." He says,
"Well, you did it."
"Yeah but I started
three or four years ago
and beat the bushes."
I explained how you start
with the brahmas and then go to the indios
and finally the de toda le costa
--the younger bulls, which move
faster, turn quicker, and on
to the big time. Then we went
into some political things and
it began to seep in that
this guy's philosophical
views are erratic. Out
in left field somewhere
--an extremist type.
He introduced himself
as Alex Hidell, but
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then he fucked up,
came back and used another name. "Hold on,
before you were Alex."
He wouldn't talk to me
after that. There were times
where he, Waehoff, and Broglie,
all three of them,
were completely out of sight.
They never left together
or came back together,
but then all of a sudden
one would come in.
Five minutes would pass
and another shows up.
Ten minutes later
contents the third comes back in. They would talk to Cubans
too, and I overheard snatches
of conversations concerning
an assassination attempt
against President Kennedy,
which I related to these gentlemen
I would meet in the park.
When Kennedy got hit the top of my head came off. My whole five or six months went right before my eyes when I saw Oswald's face. It was Alex! All the whispering
in the Luma bar,
all the conversations in Garibaldi Park.
When I saw Ruby
take Oswald out
I started screaming and yelling and trying
to get to people.
I was naive, like
"I know something's
gonna be done
over this." And then
all of a sudden they started
lifting the rug and just sweeping
everything under it. That's when
I decided to start hitting
banks, because I was bitter
and figured I'd hit back.
I was completely distraught.
Here's a man I absolutely
idolized, the first president
I could really identify with,
other than FDR when I was a kid.
And I knew that certain people
with U.S. intelligence
knew what had gone down
with the assassination, and I
myself had been used by
them and nobody was doing jack-
shit to get to the truth.
Apprehended in Texas, March `66 --California wanted me flown out
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right away, you're talking
twenty-two counts. But they wheel me into El Paso, into a dormitory
with an Australian jockey and
Richard Case Nagell: short hair,
the obvious scar, one eye
a little off-set, tall, thin,
brilliant at times, erratic
the next moment but with a degree
of stability that never panicked me.
At first I didn't snap that
I'd seen him in the Luma
three years before. But then
he started talking about his case,
confided in me the reason
he got himself busted.
Then all of a sudden, everything contents started coming back. At first,
he seemed paranoid, would whisper
they had the fucking joint
wired--so we would talk
in a normal monotone about horse
racing with this jockey, and kinda
splice in other things real quiet.
He talked about the Luma,
asked when I saw Oswald
--I told him July `63, before
Oswald's September-October trip.
Nagell's lucky they tapped him off as a kook. Well, he's definitely no kook: an absolutely brilliant man--who's been through some shit, I'll tell you.
My Radios David Ferrie's Miami pal Eladio del Valle called in September' 63 and asked me
The speaker is Baltimore electrical
engineer and former CIA contract agent
to get a hold of some electronics equipment, communications gear.
Eladio wondered if I could supply four small walkie talkies that could not be traced:
very low frequency transcievers, good at one-quarter mile at just below audio range.
Del Valle was a liason to Rolando Masferer, and the Mafia, and all those crazy Cubans.
I told him I'd take care of his request and I did. Later, when I saw some pictures that had been taken
November 22nd in Dealey Plaza, I saw one of my radios hanging out of some guy's back pocket.
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Round Peg, Square Hole
The country deserves it. Because
The speaker is Col. William Bishop, a former CIA contract
I firmly believe that, in our system of government,
agent under U.S. Army
if you don't like the man,
(a.k.a. Oscar del Valle Garcia)
then vote him out of office.
who worked with the anti-Castro
Don't shoot him out.
terror group Alpha 66.
And we had a coup d'etat
I made the hit on Trujillo.
on November 22, 1963.
That's one mission I'm kinda proud of, because a lot of my associates said it couldn't be done. Patriotism didn't have a damned thing to do with it. I was good at my job. To this day, even after my stroke, I can still hit a playing card at five hundred yards with a rifle or a machine gun. It was a professional challenge, no more, no less. The only way you can live with it is, you look upon your target as a tin can, a silhouette. You don't allow yourself to become emotionally or psychologically involved. It's detached, okay?
There was talk as early as 1962 about assassinating Kennedy, doing it right after his speech at the Orange Bowl, and about doing it in Los Angeles. But nothing ever came of it. Rolando Masferrer, the key bagman for Alpha 66, had connections with the Syndicate back in Cuba, with Santos Trafficante Jr. and others, organized crime
, pure and simple. Jimmy Hoffa had given Masferrer fifty thousand dollars to partially set up the assassination team. It was later, not too long before the assassination, that Masferrer made the statement --more than once, not only
Up to a point, when it does not create personal jeopardy, legally or otherwise, I will tell you what I can.
to me but to others--that Kennedy was going to be hit. But hell, I had heard that before, from any number of people. I didn't
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pay no mind to it. I mean,
it wasn't unusual for Hoffa or Trafficante to come up
with X number of dollars
to support Alpha 66
In many instances what I picked up was after the fact. I'd never met Oswald but I'd seen him in a training film in New Orleans the previous summer. He just happened to be out there at the Pontchartrain camp, trying to get in with the anti-Castro exiles. Angel and Leopoldo were with Alpha 66, but I can't say for a fact that they set up Oswald. If they were the ones who dealt with him, it would have been relatively simple. Basic counterespionage. I've done it myself. They could have been double agents and convinced Oswald, falsely, that they were Cuban Intelligence. I'll tell you one damn thing, whoever set up that little son of a bitch did a first class job.
Even after his arrest,
I thought Oswald was a decoy. There's no way in hell
he could have fired three shots
in that space of time,
with that accuracy,
with that weapon.
Of course, when Oswald was killed the Warren Commission investigation was a big joke--the whole bit: Military Intelligence, CIA, FBI. In Oswald's case they tried to take a round peg and drive that son of a bitch into a square hole.
One Lump Sum The speaker is Dallas attorney Carroll Jarnagin. I was at the Carousel Club in October `63 to discuss a legal matter with one of the strippers when I heard a fellow in the booth beside me tell Jack Ruby, "Don't use my real name, I'm going by the name O.H. Lee." They were talking about plans to kill the governor and Ruby said, "Connally won't work with us on paroles. With a few of the right boys we could really open up this state." Then Ruby offered Lee a drug franchise, said the boys really wanted to kill Robert Kennedy, and Lee offered to go to Washington
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to do the job. They then discussed using public lockers
and pay telephones as part of hiding their plot. Ruby assured Lee he could shoot Connally from a window
in the Carousel Club and then escape out a back door.
Lee was asking for money, wanted half in advance,
but Ruby told him he would get
one lump sum when the job was done.
The next day I phoned the authorities but nothing came of it. The picture in the November 23, 1963, Dallas Times Herald of Lee Harvey Oswald was definitely a picture of the man using the name O.H. Lee, whose conversation with Jack Ruby I overheard back in October.
The speaker is convicted murderer and mobster Myron Thomas Billet a.k.a. Paul Buccilli.
In the late part of 1963, I was contacted by the Mob for a meeting in Dallas at Jack Ruby's Carousel Club. As I remember it, there was myself, Jack Ruby, Lee Oswald, Sam Giancana, John Roselli, and an FBI man. The meeting was to set up a hit on John F. Kennedy. I can't say what the arrangement was because Sam and I left. Sam told me he wanted nothing to do with it. Hell, he helped put Kennedy in office. But three weeks later, JFK was hit and we all knew it wasn't done by one man. Sam told me he figured this would get us all killed before it was over.
The speaker is former Carousel Club
waitress Esther Ann Mash.
For that meeting, Jack demanded
absolute privacy and no
interruptions. I was the only
person allowed to enter
the room and that was just
to serve drinks and get out.
There were seven all together,
including Ruby: five
dark, swarthy men dressed
in suits, looking very
gangsters out of some movie,
came in about ten thirty
with another man dressed
real casual, didn't fit
in with the rest at all.
Everyone else kept ordering mixed
drinks but this wimpy looking
little guy kept ordering beer.
They talked until about
one A.M. and then the men
in suits left, Jack went
into his office, and the other
guy stayed until closing
watching the strippers,
couldn't take his eyes off them.
I might not remember a name,
but I always remember a face--
that man was Lee Harvey Oswald.
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I'd played up to the others and discovered
been thrown from a car. I found her
they were Mafia guys from Chicago. It was a serious meeting
bruised, apparently under the influence of some drug, and on the way to the State
and though I didn't hear what
Hospital in Jackson she told me she'd been
they were talking about I am convinced
travelling from Florida to Dallas with two
they discussed killing Kennedy.
men who were Italians or appeared to be
I had a very bad feeling, a premonition,
Italians. When I asked what she planned
that I had better get away
to do in Dallas, she said "Pick up some
from Dallas, so I moved to Phoenix.
money, kill Kennedy, and pick up my baby,"
I didn't pay much attention to the news
which she repeated to the doctors at
after the assassination but on Sunday
the hospital, adding that she worked for
morning my children were watching
Jack Ruby and other members
TV when the police were moving
of the underworld. The doctors found her
Oswald. Ruby shot him and I screamed
"lucid, without psychosis,"
"Oh my god!," thought "That's the weird
though "because of her previous
little man at that secret meeting
record of drug addiction she may have
contents with Jack and those Mafia types." I saw that grin on Oswald's face
had a mild integrative and pleasure defect," but I took her for just another
just before Jack shot him.
self-centered, stoned out hooker
He was smiling, thinking Jack
until the assassination two days later,
was his friend. I didn't want
when I returned to the hospital and took her
to get involved, so I kept quiet.
into custody. Under interrogation Melba Christine
But now I have a blood clot
Marcades, a.k.a. Rose Cheramie, repeated
on the right side of my brain
that the two men and she were driving from
and somebody needs to know this
Florida to Dallas to kill Kennedy, that for her part
before I die.
she was to have received $8000 and then accompany
the two men to Houston, complete a drug deal, and pick up her young son. She gave the names of a seaman
The speaker is Louisiana State
and the ship involved in the drug deal, which U.S. Customs
Police lieutenant Francis Fruge.
verified for me. I also found a local lounge
On Nov. 20, 1963, I got a call to go
owner who said, Nov. 20 he served a woman and two
to Eunice to pick up a woman who'd
men he knew to be pimps who frequently
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transported prostitutes from Florida.
The woman got stoned and was taken outside after one of her companions slapped her around.
I thought I was on to something but Captain Fritz of Dallas Homicide said he wasn't interested and I dropped the investigation. Almost two years later Miss Marcades was found dead beside a highway near Big Sandy, Texas. A man told local authorities she'd been thrown from a car, was lying in the roadway, and he drove over her head trying to avoid her. Police found no relationship between her and the driver --case closed. But when I attempted to contact the driver, I found his Tyler, Texas address was bogus.
My Brilliant Career
It seemed dad was always at sea. When I turned eighteen he finally let me tag along on a Christmas cruise to Cuba. Our arrival coincided with the revolution; I fell in with the companeros, fell for Fidel, and he for me. When dad set sail I stayed behind. Fidel and I had a child, were happy despite his absences, his infidelities. Eighteen months later CIA double agent Francisco Fiorini, Cuban airforce chief of security, warned me
Fidel was planning to murder me and our baby
(I didn't know Fiorini was CIA, only that he was Fidel's trusted assistant). We fled to Miami,
where I was recruited by The Company, concocting plots
to murder my former lover, and occasionally transporting weapons.
The plots all flopped and my contact agent, E. Howard Hunt,
code named Eduardo , instructed me to kill Fidel myself.
Eduardo gave me poison capsules to drop into Fidel's drink, assuring
me there would be no search at customs (he was right, there wasn't)
but on the plane I lost my nerve, knew I could never murder
the father of my child, went to the lavatory and hid
the capsules in a jar of cold cream. When I tried
to retrieve them in my hotel room that evening
they had dissolved and I discarded the jar's
contents in the commode. The assignment
aborted, Fidel and I enjoyed a relaxed reunion.
Though I couldn't kill him, I at least managed
to steal certain secrets, about which I'm not
at liberty to elaborate. Back in Miami, I resumed
my former activities, joined by Fiorini, who now
called himself Frank Sturgis, whom Eduardo put
in charge of me. In November 1963 Frank and I
set off on what at first seemed like just another
gun running trip in a two car caravan with
three Cubans and their Company contact agent
Gerry Patrick Hemming. We started from a CIA
safe house in Miami manned by agent Alexander Rorke
and his Cuban associate Orlando Bosch, who both
stayed behind after loading the weapons -- machine guns,
rifles, hand guns, thirty eights, forty fives, M16s, M1s,
shot guns -- in the trunk of the second, the back
up car. Frank and I drove the lead car, reaching
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our destination, a Dallas motel on November 21.
Eduardo came by and gave Frank an envelope of cash for the so-called operation (I still didn't know
its nature) which Frank counted and stuffed in his pocket,
saying "That's enough." An hour after Eduardo left
Jack Ruby came by. By now I knew this was different
from other jobs. This wasn't just gun running.
This was big, very big, and I wanted to get out
of it. I told Frank I wanted to leave. He said
it was a very big operation but my part wasn't
dangerous; I was to be a decoy. "Please Frank,
let me get out, I want to go back to my baby
in Miami." He finally agreed and drove me
to the airport. I flew to Miami, picked up
the kid, flew to New York and stayed
with my mother in New Jersey. About a week later
contents the FBI came by, took me to their New York headquarters and mostly asked about my former lover. I told them
about my Miami associations, the trip to Dallas,
everything; they said they already knew, didn't want
to go into it. Those were CIA activities, not FBI.
Despite my having chickened out twice before, Frank offered me a job on another CIA project, saying "In Dallas you missed the really big one. We killed the president that day. You could have been part of it -- you know, part of history. You should have stayed. It was safe. Everything was covered in advance. No arrests, no real newspaper investigation. It was all covered, very professional."
That's a lie--I myself had no part in what went down in Dallas. The week before the assassination, Felipe Vidal Santiago told my group some people had approached him to go to a big meeting in Dallas that week. We warned him and some other people not to go, that something funny was up. I'd heard of other meetings where the conversation got steered around towards hitting JFK instead of Fidel. I'm talking about some friends of Somoza and some people in Dallas. It's hard to say exactly who this select group of Cuban exiles was really working for. For a while, they were reporting to Bill Harvey's ex-FBI CIA guys. Some were reporting back to Hoover, or the new DIA. There was a third force--pretty much outside CIA channels, outside our own private operation down in the Keys-that was doing all kinds of shit
The speaker is Gerry Patrick Hemming, a
soldier of fortune and former CIA contract agent who trained Cuban exiles in Florida.
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre and had been all through `63. 55 After the assassination, a lot of us assumed that somewhere down the line the KGB was orchestrating with Fidel to do the Dallas job. Not until later did we figure out that most of the exiles being approached were being set up as patsies themselves. And not by Castro and the Russians. It was domestic. Somebody like J. Edgar Hoover. Who else had the power? contents Right or Left? The speaker is former army cryptographic code operator Private Eugene B. Dinkin, who served with the 529th Ordinance Company in Metz, France in 1962 and 1963. On October 22, 1963, I mailed a letter to Attorney General Robert Kennedy warning that an attempt to assassinate President Kennedy would occur on Nov. 28, and should it succeed a Communist or Negro would be designated the assassin. Believing the conspiracy was being engineered by elements of the military, I speculated a military coup might ensue. I requested the Attorney General dispatch a representative to Metz, France to discuss this warning. Realizing the extremely minimal probability of my letter ever reaching
the direct attention of the Attorney General, I went AWOL:
embassies, editors, Luxembourg, Geneva, Frankfurt, Bonn, ...jail, and from November 13th was kept virtually incommunicado
in a closed psychiatric ward at Landstuhl General Hospital until,
on the evening after the assassination a gentleman claiming to be
a Secret Service agent interviewed me concerning my letter to the Attorney General:
"Do you believe it was the Right or the Left?" "The Right."
"Why was the date changed from November 28th to November 22nd?" "I knew no exact date and gave November 28th as an approximate date."
I then informed him that as long as I was locked up in a psychiatric ward I would give the government absolutely no information.
Transferred December 5, 1963 to Walter Reed Hospital in Washington D.C., I began "therapy" to help me understand my warning had been "coincidental" and represented a projection of hostility toward authority figures in my family and a displacement of my internal conflicts about my inability to adjust to the military. In order to "get well" I was to understand that in approaching European Ambassadors I was "really looking for attention and assistance to obtain psychiatric treatment," and if my condition did not improve I would receive electric shock treatment. Consequently, I feigned cooperation and understanding of my unfortunate condition (schizo-assassination prognostication) and pretended to participate in group therapy and pharmacological treatment (I faked swallowing pills throughout). Given an injection which left me dazed, I was introduced to a "psychologist from Case Institute of Cleveland" and told to free associate to a list of words while a tape recorder was recording.
Soon after, I was released from the hospital and received a medical discharge from the army.
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57 Dear Mr. Hunt,
I would like information concerning my position.
I am asking only for information. I am suggesting that we discuss the matter fully before any steps are taken by me or anyone else.
Lee Harvey Oswald
dated Nov. 8, 1963.
Shooting The Breeze
FBI informant Willie Somersett and Joseph Adams Milteer, leader of the National States Rights Party, at the former's Miami home, Nov. 9, 1963. I think Kennedy is coming here on the 18th to make some kind of speech. I imagine it will be on TV.
You can bet your bottom dollar he's going to have a lot to say about the Cubans. There are so many of them here.
Yeah, well, he'll have a thousand bodyguards. Don't worry about that.
The more bodyguards he has the more easier it is to get him.
Well, how in the hell do you figure would be the best way to get him?
From an office building with a high powered rifle.
Boy, if that Kennedy gets shot, we have got to know
where we are at. Because you know that will be a real shake.
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre They'll pick up somebody 59 within hours afterwards,
"Did you ever stop to think that if anyone took
a shot at me, they might get one of you guys first?"
if anything like that would happen, just to throw the public off. II
Yeah, but you were just guessing, weren't you?
Somersett and Milteer, Nov. 23, 1963.
I have international connections. I don't do any guessing.
Now what we need is a propaganda campaign contents to prove to the Christian people of the world that the Jews, the Zionist Jews, murdered Kennedy.
Now Martin Luther
King and the attorney general don't matter at all.
How Do You Want to Die? Airforce One, night flight from Miami to Washington, Nov. 18, 1963. I'd like to die quickly, say, in a plane crash. But if they're going to get me, they're going to get me, even in church. Remember the time we were attending Mass in Hyannis Port and the whole pew behind us was filled with reporters? I turned and asked them,
Now, Jackie loves that bubbletop because it keeps her hair from getting windblown. But there's no way around it. They put me in a bubbletop and I can't get to the people. I want them to feel I am the President of The United States, their President of The United States. I belong to them --they don't belong to me. You can't stop a guy, can you? If someone tried with a high-power rifle and a telescopic sight during a downtown parade, there would be so much noise and confetti that nobody would even be able to point and say, "It came from that window." If this is the way life is, if this is the way it's going to end, this is the way it's going to end. God, I hate to go to Texas. I hate to go, I just hate like hell to go. I have a terrible feeling about going. I wish this was a week from today, wish we had this over with. We're going into real nut country.
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triangle between Main and Elm and followed
61 firecracker sound or
another officer up the grassy slope, behind the picket fence, into the parking lot
near the railroad yard, where, amid
grabs throat with both hands
complete confusion and hysteria, I noticed
a woman in her early thirties attempting
a red halo
to drive out of the lot. I stopped her, identified myself, and placed her
under arrest. Now, this lot was leased by deputy sherrif B.D. Gossett, who, in turn
Everybody Will Know The speaker is Dallas deputy sheriff Roger Craig. According to the Warren Commission report, Oswald left the crime scene and returned home by bus and taxi. 10:30 that morning, Sheriff Decker called us --plainclothesmen, detectives, warrant men--into his office,
rented parking spaces by the month to the deputies who worked in the courthouse--the only ones with access to it were deputies with keys. So how did this woman gain access; who was she and why did she have to leave?
told us President Kennedy was coming to Dallas, down Main Street in a motorcade and we were to stand in front of the County Criminal Courts Building, just east of Dealey Plaza, but take no part whatsoever in the security of the motorcade. The men about me, feeling they were being forced to acknowledge Kennedy's presence, broke out in bitter verbal attacks against his policies--the Bay of Pigs incident and the Cuban Missile Crisis--and seemed to resent the very fact that Kennedy was a Catholic.
I turned her over to deputy sherrif C.L. "Lummie" Lewis and he told me he'd take her to Sheriff Decker and take care of her car. I had no way of knowing an officer with whom I'd worked for over four years was capable of losing a thirty year old woman and a three thousand pound car. To this day, Officer Lewis does not know who she was, where she came from, or
After the first shot I ran into the Plaza, across the traffic
what happened to her. I continued questioning people and crossed
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back over to the traffic triangle where
several officers and bystanders were looking at a nick in the curb on the south side of Elm
where a bullet was reported to have hit.
I heard a shrill braking sound, turned around
and saw a light colored Rambler station wagon
across the street pull up to the curb and I saw
a white male run down the hill from the direction
of the Texas Book Depository Building and get into
this car. The driver was a dark complected
white male. I tried to cross Elm Street to stop
the car and talk with the subjects, but the traffic
was so heavy I could not make it. Hours later,
when I heard the city had a suspect in custody, I called and gave my account of the suspect running down the hill and getting into the car to Captain Fritz and was required to come at once to City Hall, where Captain Fritz asked me, turning to the subject sitting at the side of his desk, was this the man I saw, and I said "Yes" it was. Captain Fritz then asked him, "What about this station wagon?" and the suspect, Oswald, said "That station wagon belongs to Mrs. Paine...Don't tie her into this. She had nothing to do with it." And then, in a dejected, dispirited tone, almost as if his cover had been blown, "Everybody will know who I am now."
Jan. 1964. The speaker is Dallas
police officer J.B. Marshall, who
rode a motorcycle in the
presidential motorcade 11/22/63
and witnessed the assassination.
The Feds are tearing our whole department to
pieces, slipping around talking to guys'
partners behind their backs, telling a lot
of lies--incriminating stuff their partners
supposedly said about them, stuff like
"He's told us all about that kickback
you took or that woman you're sleeping with."
When they get something on some guy who
might be able to cast some doubt on that
"Oswald-acted-alone" bullshit, they start
leaning on him. I know of cases where they've
told cops to alter their locations at the time
of the assassination or deny something they might've
heard over the radio. They tell `em "If you don't
cooperate, we'll take your badge." It's a kind
of divide-and-conquer situation. They've been
especially rough on all us guys who were on
motorcycle duty that day. To tell the truth,
McGuire and I both expect to get kicked off
the force any time now and so do a lot of
other people. It's got everybody so damn
on edge, I've seen a half-dozen fistfights
break out between best friends just in
the past couple of weeks. One guy even tried
to shoot his partner right in the basement where
Ruby killed Oswald. And the Dallas police
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had always been like one big family--with a few
exceptions. Lots of guys didn't like J.D. Tippit and now that he's dead, a lot still don't.
I get the feeling the Feds think Tippit
was in this with Oswald up to his armpits.
Anyway, they want to intimidate us to the point
that no Dallas cop will dare dispute anything
the FBI says about this case and the Feds'll
have a totally free hand in the investigation.
If they can't intimidate us, they'll do their best
to make us look like the biggest bunch of bumblers
since the Keystone Kops. That way, if we come up
with something counter to what the FBI claims,
nobody'll believe anything we say anyway.
They've even gotten to Captain Fritz. The word is,
old Cap got a phone call from Washington right after
contents Oswald was killed, and whoever it was told him, number one, Oswald was definitely "his man"
and he should consider the case closed, and,
number two, not to talk about the Kennedy investigation
with any other member of the department. Since then,
old Cap's drawn himself into some kind of damned
shell and won't say a word to anybody, not even
his best friends. I even went by and tried to talk
to him, but he just ducked back into his office.
I've also heard lots of rumors Chief Curry was under
pressure from the Feds to back off the Kennedy thing
once and for all. And they're going to get
away with it too. God knows how much evidence
these people have destroyed or distorted by now,
and when they're through, nobody'll know what
to believe anymore. I myself just don't know if
anyone on the force might've helped assassinate
the president. If you'd have asked me that two months ago, I'd have said "Hell, no," but now
I'm just not sure. That's the way they want us
to react. The more we react like suspects,
the less they'll have to worry about us as witnesses.
Hoover's obsession with speed made impossible demands on us in the field. I can't help but feel that had he let us do our work, let things take their normal investigative course, something other than the simple Oswald theory might have been developed. But Hoover's demand was "Do it fast!"--not necessarily a prescription for getting the whole truth. Within three weeks we were effectively told, "They're only going to prove he was the guy who did it. There were no co-conspirators." I had conducted a couple of interviews, and those records were returned and rewritten according to Washington's requirements.
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What I Saw
and the CIA. We've been running a virtual
The speaker is Dallas steel worker Richard Carr, whose work site Nov. 22,
Murder Incorporated in the Caribbean. That rabble rouser Malcolm got it right:
1963 was on the seventh story of the
the chickens came home to roost."
courthouse under construction on Dealey Plaza, diagonally across from the Texas School Book Depository. The FBI came to my house--there were two of them --said they heard I had witnessed the assassination and I said I did. They told me, "If you didn't see Lee Harvey Oswald up in the School Book Depository with a rifle, you didn't witness it." I said, "Well, the man I saw on television that they tell me is Lee Harvey Oswald was not in the window of the School Book Depository. That's not the man." And they said I better keep my mouth shut.
Well, I don't know the CIA, but I sure know Texas oil. Hell, my agency handles the Hunt account. H.L. and I park in the same lot. Three days before the assassination he called me over, said he wanted to give me something. It was that "Wanted for Treason" poster with Kennedy's face on it which got circulated all over Dallas. I said, "H.L., you're just asking for trouble," and he said "I'm the richest man in the world --nobody can touch me."
contents They didn't ask what I saw, they told me what I saw.
You see, Hunt knew Jack Ruby, was real fond
The Hunt Account "Lyndon, I have to have my mind put at ease." (Earlier that November he had told me "The Kennedys will never embarrass me again; that's a promise, not a threat.") "People are saying you're responsible for the assassination
The speaker, Dallas advertising executive and daughter of a wealthy Texas family, Madeleine Brown, was LBJ's lover from 1948-1969.
of one of Ruby's girls, Lacey. He himself wouldn't go to the Carousel Club but met her for rendezvous at the King's Club where your affluent people met. I mean Ruby knew everybody. Even I used to go to his club, gambling and playing cards in the afternoon before the strip part opened at night. Ten days or so before the assassination he showed me a copy of the president's motorcade route. I said, "Jack, where'd you get that?" He didn't answer but I know for a fact
and I've got to know." He had a terrible temper tantrum and then told me, "It was the oil men
Ruby paid Hunt a visit
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the day before the assassination.
to infiltrate and take over rival right-wing groups, like
I also knew Hunt's private dick, knew the day after the assassination
Young Americans for Freedom and General Walker's organization, and ran that black bordered ad in the Dallas Morning News
he'd gone down to check on the security
welcoming Kennedy the morning of the 22nd. I tried
around Oswald at the jail. Of course there wasn't any
to call Larrie and got his housekeeper who said come over,
It's quite possible H.L. called Ruby and said
that he needed medical care and money. When I got there
"Get rid of that Communist sonofabitch."
his face was all bandaged up, his arms were in splints,
Look, all these people are interlocked,
and his wife had her leg in a cast. They said they'd had
the oil people, organized crime, the politicians.
a little accident near Denton County. I gave them some money
Dallas was a wide open city. H.L.,
and then called this old sheriff in Denton who said there
because of his oil operations, you know,
had been no accidents there in several weeks but one of their
trained assassins in Mexico. If he wanted something
squad cars did pick up a man and a woman who'd been beaten
and they wouldn't let him buy it for a dollar, he took it.
and thrown out of a car and though they'd given
After Kennedy was elected I remember him saying,
phony ID he gave me a description. When I asked Larrie
"We may have lost the battle--but there's a war to win."
what was up, he told me he and his wife had been picked up
The speaker is Dallas former private
by the Secret Service and told if they ever mentioned any relationship with the Kennedy assassination or the Hunts, they'd be dead.
investigator Bradford J. Angers.
Now, the previous winter Larrie's brother Bob
Some weeks after the assassination I got a phone call
had gotten close to General Walker and become his chauffeur.
from H.L. Hunt. "Brad, I'm sending a guy over;
Larrie and Bob couldn't stand Walker; neither could Bob's friend Oswald,
I want you to put him to work." It was like
who was also trying to get close to Walker. One night in April
an ultimatum. Larrie Schmidt was a frail fellow,
the three of them got drunk together and Bob said "Somebody
very meticulous, patterned himself after Joseph Goebbels.
ought to shoot that no good son of a bitch Walker," to which
We used to talk about how Goebbels used syllogistic logic
Oswald said "I've got a rifle, let's go hit the son of a bitch."
to build the Nazi empire. I got him a job on an
They stopped the car close to a little stone bridge over Tuttle
advertising campaign at Lady Bird Johnson's radio station
Creek. Bob and Oswald went down the creek and Oswald laid down on
in Austin. Next thing I knew, the FBI was at my door
the embankment facing Walker's house, the giant picture window
asking, "How much do you know about this guy you just
in the front. Walker used to turn up a lamp and pace
put to work for the president's wife?" "Well," I replied,
back and forth, reading in the room. They saw his shadow
"I know he's a helluva smart guy." Then they told me
against the back wall and Oswald pumped off a shot.
he was the head of Conservativism USA, which tried
It hit the wall instead. They jumped in the car and took off.
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It occurs to me that Larrie would have been in a perfect position
of some little airfield between
to bring Oswald to Mr. Hunt's attention. A week later Oswald was on his way to New Orleans.
Dallas and Fort Worth and David had a twin engine plane ready
If You Can Understand
for them--that was the purpose of his mad dash through a driving
The speaker is Raymond
rainstorm from New Orleans. But their
Broshears, David Ferrie's
off the coast near Corpus
David knew Lee
when Oswald was chicken
they tried to make it to Mexico
and later. I myself
on their own.
met someone introduced to me as Leon
Oswald, had sex with him, a very
David wasn't a red baiter.
fleet, passing meeting. He looked a helluva
He really believed
lot like him, but it's highly unlikely
Kennedy was a Communist, or
this was the same Lee Oswald.
being controlled by Communists.
contents David did tell me Lee Harvey Oswald did not
David had a deep love for his country,
kill the president.
believed we were in danger
He said one gunman fired
of being invaded, that the missiles
from a sewer opening along
had never been removed from Cuba
the parade route, another from
and there was going to be an all-out
the grassy knoll, and someone from behind.
atomic holocaust in the U.S. I don't know
if you can understand
David drove to Houston
the depth of his conviction--he was very
the night of the 22nd
religious, would wear priest robes
to fly the assassins
and perform the Mass.
on to Mexico
and eventually South Africa
None of the people who hung
which did not have an extradition
around David had any visible
treaty with the U.S. They had flown
means of support--the money
a single engine plane out
was put up by Carlos Marcello,
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the person most closely aligned
with the people who actually did engineer the killing. Some of the
characters who were brought together
on Nov. 22, 1963, there was no way
they could have been working in concert.
They were all manipulated very cleverly
--by someone in government pulling the strings.
David called me here in San Francisco shortly before his death, said he was going to be killed. I said, "What are you drinking?" "No, really." "Why don't you come out here?" "I can't leave the South. I don't want to come out there with all those Communists." That was it. The next thing I knew, he was dead. They said he killed himself. But he didn't. You know it, and I know it.
Even in death we must hide his hard bone. Shall we stuff a rag in his rude trombone? I think I know who killed my brother and with a bit of digging could probably prove it. How I'd like
to blow this thing wide open,
but then it would all come out, what I knew and when and how
I kept my mouth shut:
the names of all the chicks
who sat on Jack's insatiable dick,
my visit with Marilyn
the night she checked out,
Sam Giancana and his Hollywood moll,
Castro's missles -- the ones he didn't pull out,
the truth about Jack's adrenal condition,
and God knows what else Lyndon
and Hoover've got on us.
When I get the White House back
I'll blow it all wide open,
break up the syndicate and the CIA,
bring the assassins to justice.
For now, better protect Jackie's
feelings and Jack's beatitude;
better let Lyndon sink or swim
in an Asian war he can never win.
The Art of the Possible
Listen, if that sonofabitch squeals he'll ruin me. Bobby Baker's indictment would've given Jack the perfect pretext to drop me from the ticket but the assassination saved my ass. I heard the shots from two cars back. Dumb rich kid thought he couldn't be bought, but politics is the art of the possible.
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I'd be useless out of office:
give the gangsters, spooks, and brass a free hand and stay out of their gunsights;
better on the take than to lie in state.
After pocketing payoffs all these years
I'd be a fool to allow an independent
investigation. Warren will rationalize
whatever Hoover feeds him and Hoover's
adamant it was a lone nut. That queer
bastard's blackmailed every president
since Coolidge--I can guess what dirt
he's got on me--no use trying to force
him to retire. But not even Hoover
can silence Bobby Baker. If that cocksucker
talks I'm gonna land in jail. I practically
raised the motherfucker, and now he's gonna
contents make me the first president of The United States to spend his last days behind bars.
Now you tell Bobby I'll give him a million dollars
if he takes this rap. He must not talk.
I'll see to it he gets a million dollar settlement.
Not In Our Lifetime
Then he called me over to the White House, sat me down and said "Mr. Chief Justice, just as after Pearl, when you were governor and your president called on you to prevent enemy espionage, you rounded up every Jap in the state of California without fretting about the constitutionality, kept them
in camps where they could do no harm,
just as when the hour tolled for this great land to let colored kids go to school with whites,
you saw to it the court went along, made it
sound real constitutional too,
as your president I'm telling you yOur country
needs you more than ever. Now Earl,
if the public learns Oswald
was working for Castro and the Russians
we'll see war fever and then World War
before you can blink. Yes, yes,
the CIA has proof, only you
can save civilization as we know it.
The people of this country must be convinced
Kennedy was killed by a lone crackpot
or God save us all." On the way out
I couldn't hold back my tears, knowing
I'd just thrown away my integrity,
at least in the eyes of history. I suppose
the truth may never come out.
Dallas County Jail, June 7, 1964. Jack Ruby in testinmony before Warren Commission members Earl Warren and Gerald Ford, general counsel J. Lee Rankin, staff attorneys Arlen Specter and Joseph Ball, Texas attorneys Leon Jawarski and Robert G. Storey, Secre Service agent Elmer W. Moore, Dallas assistant district attorney Jim Bowie, Sheriff Bill Decker, Ruby's attorney Joe
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre 77 Gentlemen, my life is in danger here. Do I sound sober enough as I say this? Then follow this up. I may not live tommorow to give any further testimony. The only thing I want to get out to the public, and I can't say it here, is with authenticity, with sincerity of the truth of everything and why my act was committed, but it can't be said here. Chairman Warren, if you felt your life were in danger at the moment, wouldn't you be reluctant to go on speaking, even though you request me to do so? Gentlemen, if you want to hear
Tonahill, and several Dallas police officers.
any further testimony, you will have to get me to Washington soon, because it has something to do with you, Chief Warren. I want to tell the truth and I can't tell it here. Does that make sense to you? If you don't take me back to Washington tonight to give me a chance to prove to the President that I am not guilty, then you will see the most tragic thing that will ever happen. And if you don't have the power to take me back, I won't be around to prove my innocence or guilt. All I know is maybe something can be saved. Because right now, I want to tell you this. I am being used as a scapegoat. Now may not be too late. But if I am eliminated, there won't be any way of knowing.
The speaker is Dallas deputy
sheriff Al Maddox.
We had a phony doctor come in from Chicago,
just as phony and queer as a three-dollar bill.
And he worked his way in through--I don't know,
whoever supplied the county jail with doctors.
You could tell he was Ruby's doctor. He spent
half his time up there talking with Ruby.
And one day I went in and Ruby told me, "Well,
they injected me for a cold, but I think it was
cancer cells." That's what he told me, Ruby did.
I said, "You don't believe that shit." He said,
"I damn sure do!" I never said anything to Decker
or anybody. Then one day when I started to leave,
Ruby shook hands with me and I could feel
a piece of paper in his palm, a note, said it was
a conspiracy, said if you keep your eyes open
and your mouth shut, you're gonna learn a lot.
That was the last letter I ever got from him.
Right? We're supposed to be idiots, right? We hire a psycho like Oswald to kill the President and then we get a blabbermouth, two bit punk like Ruby to shut him up. We wouldn't trust those jerks to hit a fucking dog.
Miami, 1975. The speaker is retired Los Angeles mobster John Roselli.
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre Deathbed Confession 79 You know Frank, Carlos screwed up. We should have killed Bobby, not Giovanni. It hurt too much-not just Jackie and the kids, it hurt the whole country.
Tampa, 1987. Florida mob boss Santos Trafficante Jr. addresses his lawyer and confidant Frank Rogano. Trafficante died two weeks later of heart disease
and kidney failure.
No Momma, No Poppa, No Uncle Sam A case study in International Bungling, Embarrassment, AxeGrinding, and Stupidity --by Richard Case Nagell. The KGB didn't want me because it was apprised about LHO and the plan, and (as I found out much later) it failed to pass the data upstairs. (Also, I suppose, somebody became angry when I failed to keep a certain appointment in Mexico.)
Mother Rusher didn't want me because it learned about LHO's intentions, and the plan, too late...and passed the buck to me.
The CIA didn't want me because it was apprised about LHO and the plan,
and (as I found out much later) it failed
to pass the data upstairs. (Or did it? Did a certain secret die
with Dizzy Fitz on the tennis court?
Or did that secret become known to then DCI
John McCone and/or Richard Helms of Operations fame?)
The FBI didn't want me because its Top Dog was apprised about LHO and the plan, and (as I found out quite early) he did little or nothing about it. (I'm not saying the conspiracy I was cognizant of is the same one that resulted in the president's death, though I'm sure the same people were involved.)
Bigfoot Jim Garrison and all the so-called Assassination Buffs didn't want me because I insisted LHO was in it up to his ears and necessarily must have fired (at least some of) the shots. (Even if LHO missed JFK, that doesn't mean he didn't fire shots from the Texas School Book Depository with the intent and for the purpose of killing or assisting in the assassination.)
Uncle Sam (the Commission, Committees, Senators, Congressmen) didn't want me because of the successful disinformation campaign that was launched against me. (Every outspoken critic of the Warren Report (not excluding the clods on the Commission) missed the point as to why LHO was recruited in the first place. It certainly was not because of his expertise with a 6.5mm Mannlicher-Carcano rifle.)
AND NOW I DON'T WANT THEM BECAUSE THEY ALL TURNED OUT TO BE ASSHOLES.
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre Notes 81 "An Element of Perfidy": Late November 1963. The speaker is former vice-president and failed presidential candidate Richard Nixon
, who as vice-president served as CIA White House action officer for the proposed invasion of Cuba. The information on which this poem is based is found in several of the secondary sources cited elsewhere in these notes.
"Hunt At Langley": April 1961. Attribution: "At Langley" is adapted from E. Howard Hunt, Give Us This Day (Arlington House, 1973) and from David Atlee Phillips, The Night Watch (Atheneum, 1977), respectively, as quoted in Mark Lane, Plausible Denial (Thunders Mouth Press, 1991) pp. 94-98.
"Target Practice": Attribution: U.S. Army Colonel William Bishop (a.k.a. Oscar del Valle Garcia) in an interview quoted in Robert D. Morrow, The Senator Must Die (Roundtable Publishing, 1988) pp. 56-57. Also v. "Round Peg, Square Hole."
"Livarsi `na pietra di la scarpa!": Attribution: John H. Davis, Mafia Kingfish: Carlos Marcello and the Assassination of John F. Kennedy NY: Signet, 1989) p. 122.
"Delicate Encounter": Attribution: Davis, p. 125.
"Half of What I'll Tell": Attribution: Adapted from Dick Russell's October 22-23, 1975 interview with RonaldAugustinovich, as quoted in the former's The Man Who Knew Too Much (NY: Carroll & Graf, 1992) pp. 451-452.
"Spy," "vs. Spy," and "I Spy": Attribution: Capt. Richard Case Nagell (U.S. Army, ret.) as quoted in Dick Russell, The Man Who Knew Too Much (NY: Carroll & Graf, 1992) pp. 233, 237-8, 241, 247, 264-7, 287-8, 292, & 294.
"Open Letter, April 1963":
Attribution: A flyer sent to Cubans in Miami, quoted in William R. Manchester, The Death of a President (Harper & Row, 1967) p. 46 as quoted in David E. Scheim, Contract On America
(Shapolsky Publishers, 1988) p. 187.
"The Place on Flagler": Attribution: Garret Brock Trapnell in a 1977 letter to and 1978 inteview with Dick Russell as quoted in the latter's The Man Who Knew Too Much (NY: Carroll & Graf Publishers, 1992) pp. 410-417. In 1963 David Atlee Phillips was the CIA officer in charge of the Mexico City station's anti-Cuban clandestine operations. Where the speaker uses "solicitive" he means solicitous.
"Very Quiet, Very Strange": Attribution: Antonio Veciana in a June 1976 interview with Dick Russell, as quoted in the latter's The Man Who Knew Too Much (NY: Carroll & Graf Publishers, 1992) pp. 417-418. In the interview, and in testimony before the House Select Committee on Assassinations, Veciana referred to Phillips as "Maurice Bishop," a code name. "Phillips denied being Bishop and a fearful Veiciana agreed. However, after arranging a meeting between Veciana and Phillips, the Committee staff reported it suspected that Veciana was lying when he denied that the retired CIA officer was Bishop.'" Jim Marrs, Crossfire, (NY: Carroll & Graf Publishers, 1989) p. 150. Since surviving an attempt on his life in 1979, Veciana has remained silent.
"My Spy": Attribution: adapted from the spoken words of Vaughn Marlowe (a.k.a. Snipes) and a written text
by Richard Case Nagell as quoted in Dick Russell, The Man Who Knew Too Much (NY: Carroll & Graf, 1992), pp. 335-343.
"Spiel and Chatter": Attribution: Edward G. Gillin, as quoted in Russell, pp. 385-9.
"Nagell's Complaint": Attribution: Letter from Richard Case Nagell to Arthur Greenstein as quoted in Russell, pp.372-3. Desmond Fitzgerald was the CIA's chief of Latin American Operations in 1963. Nagell's CIA
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre contact, "Bob," abandoned him in August. In September, Nagell posted a letter to J.E. Hoover 83 warning of a presidential assassination.
"Affidavit": Attribution: Russell, pp.56-7. Nagell sent this affidavit by registered mail to Representative Don Edwards, chair of the House Judiciary Subcommittee on Civil and Constitutional Rights, which was looking into the circumstances surrounding the FBI's destruction, in the immediate aftermath of the assassination, of a note written by Oswald that November to Dallas FBI agent James P. Hosty Jr. Nagell also sent a photocopy of the affidavit to FBI Director Clarence Kelley. Neither Edwards nor Kelley has ever acknowledged receipt of the affidavit. Nagell claims to "have the receipts for almost every letter that I've ever sent by registered mail...just as I have duplicates of the letters themselves. You can bet on it. And Kelley, Edwards and all the other liars, cheats and double-crossers had better think about that. The fact that I've never revealed the exact date that my September 1963 letter to Hoover was mailed, or the fact that I've never divulged the full contents of that letter, indicates absolutely zilch. The only remaining thing I have to say on the subject at this point in time is that my 11/21/75 affidavit, and my stated willingness to undergo a polygraph examination, was the last good-faith gesture that I shall ever make to a representative or official of the United States Government
." (Letter from Nagell to Russell, as quoted in Russell, pp.57-8.)
"Dilemma in El Paso": Attribution: adapted from Richard Case Nagell's 12 VIII 74 letter to assassination researcher Bernard Fensterwald Jr. as quoted in Russell, pp. 437 & 441.
"Appelate Decision": Attribution: Russell, pp. 645-646.
"Agent Report: NAGELL, Richard Case": Attribution: report released to Nagell under a Freedom of Information Act request from his dossier maintained in the Pentagon's Intellegence Records Repository, as quoted in Russell, p. 54.
"The Luma": Attribution: Russell, pp. 376-9.
Attribution: adapted from Russell, p. 537.
"Round Peg, Square Hole": Attribution: adapted from Russell, pp. 507-514. Also v. "Target Practice."
"One Lump Sum": Attribution: Jim Marrs, Crossfire: The Plot that Killed Kennedy (NY: Carroll & Graf, 1989) pp. 409-10.
"Sam Figured": Attribution: Marrs, p. 408.
"That Grin": Attribution: Marrs, pp. 408-409.
"Wasn't Interested": Attribution: Marrs, pp. 401-402.
"My Brilliant Career": Attribution: adapted in part from the depositions of Marita Lorenz in the liable case Hunt vs. Liberty Lobby as quoted in Mark Lane, Plausible Denial (Thunders Mouth Press, 1991) pp. 288-303. Various versions of Ms. Lorenz's story have appeared elsewhere. Factual discrepancies between those versions and this one include the identities of her accomplices in the days preceding the assassination. According to Warren Hinckle and William Turner in their book Deadly Secrets , (NY: Thunders Mouth Press, 1992) Alexander Rorke disappeared in an airplane over the Caribbean in September 1963, and from early 1963 Orlando Bosch operated independently of the CIA, which he considered too left-wing.
"Who Else?": Attribution: adapted from Rusell, p. 539. "ex-FBI CIA guys": In his book Crusade Tom Tripodi explains, [In 1946] "Hoover, upon hearing he was not to head up the CIG [Central Intellegence Group], quickly RIF'ed (reduction in force) perhaps as many as five hundred of his best FBI agents. All of the
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fired agents had exhibited keen loyalty to Hoover and the bureau. Indeed, it was precisely because of
their loyalty that they were sacked. Knowing that the CIG was desperate to hire experienced personnel, Hoover was certain that his loyal soldiers would immediately find employment at increased grade levels
within the CIG....When, in 1947, the CIG was restructured and renamed as the Central Intelligence
Agency, the ex-FBI men were securely in place."
"Was it the Right or the Left?": Attribution: Eugene B. Dinkin as quoted in Russell, pp. 553-557.
"Handwritten Note": Attribution: Handwritten note, a photograph of which appears in Jim Marrs, Crossfire (NY: Carroll & Graff Publishers, Inc., 1989). According to Marrs, "The handwriting has been authenticated as that of Oswald. Some researchers believe the addressee may have been Dallas oilman H.L. Hunt. However, due to the fact that a copy of the note came from Mexico City, other researchers believe the addressee may have been Watergate scandal figure E. Howard Hunt, a CIA officer working with anti-Castro Cubans in 1963. By some accounts, Hunt was in Mexico City about the time the note was written. A CIA memo recently made public indicates that Hunt may have been in Dallas on the day of the assassination, an allegation Hunt steadfastly denied."
"Shooting The Breeze": Attribution: Transcription of Nov. 9, 1963 conversation and Somersett's report to FBI on Nov. 23 conversation as quoted in Dick Russell, The Man Who Knew Too Much (NY: Carroll & Graf, 1992) pp. 549, 551. When President Kennedy arrived in Miami on Nov. 18, 1963, the secret service had him abandon a planned motorcade. Instead he took a helicopter to his speaking engagement in Miami Beach.
"How Do You Want To Die": Attribution: A composite of President John F. Kennedy
's private remarks to Florida Senator George Smathers, Peace Corps Deputy Director Bill Haddad, and White House aide Ken O'Donnell as quoted in Ralph G. Martin, A Hero For Our Time , (NY: Macmillan, 1983) pp. 539-540.
"elm street": Attribution: a composite of eye witness accounts of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy on
Elm Street west of Houston Street, Dallas, Texas at 12:30 P.M. CST 22 XI 63.
"Everybody Will Know": Attribution: Marrs, pp. 328-331.
"Like Suspects": Attribution: J.B. Marshall as quoted in Bill Sloan with Jean Hill, JFK: The Last Dissenting Witness (Gretna, LA: Pelican Publishing Company, 1992) pp. 85-88. J.D. Tippit was the police officer killed shortly after the assassination, allegedly by Oswald. Dallas Police Department Homicide Bureau Chief Captain Will Fritz was Oswald's chief interrogator.
"Requirements": Attribution: adapted from FBI Assistant Director Courtney Evans and agent Harry Whidbee, as quoted in Anthony Summers, Official and Confidential: The Secret Life of J. Edgar Hoover (NY: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1993) p. 317.
"What I Saw": Attribution: adapted from Richard Carr, as quoted in Marrs, p. 318.
"The Hunt Account": Attribution: Adapted from Dick Russell's August 4, 1992 interview with Madeleine Brown as quoted in his The Man Who Knew Too Much (NY: Carroll & Graf, 1992) p. 606. President Johnson actually made the statement "We've been running a Murder Inc. in the Caribbean" to a staff member in 1967 when news of the Garrison investigation first broke.
"Larrie": Attribution: Adapted from Bradford J. Angers as quoted in Russell, pp.325-326. Angers would not identify the Schmidt brothers by name but that identification is confirmed by other information in Russell.
"If You Can Understand": Attribution: Adapted from Dick Russell's October 25, 1975 interview with Raymond Broshears as quoted in his The Man Who Knew Too Much (NY: Carroll & Graf, 1992) pp. 575-577. In gay slang
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"chicken" means an adolescent male.
"Family Secrets": Suggested by a number of secondary sources, including Harris Wofford, Of Kennedys & Kings (NY: Farrar,
Straus, Giroux, 1980) chpt. 12, "The Agony of Robert Kennedy."
"The Art of the Possible": Attribution: adapted from President Lyndon Johnson's conversation with House Speaker John McCormack and lobbyist Robert Winter-Berger as reported in Robert N. Winter-Berger, Washington Payoff (Dell, 1972) pp. 61-66 as quoted in David E. Scheim, Contract On America (Shapolsky Publishers, 1988) p. 224.
"Not In Our Lifetime": This poem is suggested by several of the secondary sources cited elsewhere in these notes.
"Request Denied": Attribution: Jack Ruby as quoted in Marrs, Crossfire: The Plot that Killed Kennedy (NY: Carroll & Graf, 1989) pp. 427-428. contents "Last Letter": Attribution: Marrs, p. 432.
"Right?": Attribution: John Roselli as quoted in Warren Hinckle and William Turner, Deadly Secrets (NY: Thurders Mouth Press, 1992) p. 404. Roselli, whose friendships included columnist Jack Anderson and other members of the press, was a sort of mob spindoctor and disinformation specialist.
"Deathbed Confession": Attribution: John H. Davis, The Kennedy Contract (NY: Harper Paperbacks, 1993) p.7, and Warren Hinckle & William Turner, Deadly Secrets (NY: Thunders Mouth Press, 1992) p. 419.
"No Momma, No Poppa, No Uncle Sam": Attribution: Russell, pp. 572, 611-612.
Glossary 88 The Agency: v. CIA. Alleman, Jose: Cuban exile leader and financier who witnessed Santos Trafficante Jr. make a threat against JFK in 1962. Alpha 66: Cuban exile paramilitary organization. "Angel": Cuban exile alleged by Nagell to have been directly involved in plots to assassinate President Kennedy. Angers, Bradford J: Former H.L. Hunt employee; alleged that Oswald had right-wing accomplices in Walker shooting. Artime, Manuel: Cuban exile leader of Bay of Pigs invasion; involved in plots against Castro. Augustinovich, Ronald: Claimed to be involved in CIA penetration effort with Oswald against Cuba. Bay of Pigs Brigade survivors: Survivors of April 1961 failed CIA sponsored invasion of Cuba. Baker, Bobby: Secretary to Senate Democrats from 1955-1963, whom Lyndon Johnson referred to as "my strong right arm." The subject of a major scandal, he was forced to resign in October 1963. Becker, Ed: Las Vegas private investigator and businessman who witnessed Carlos Marcello make a threat against JFK in 1962. Billet, Myron Thomas: Mobster who claimed to have attended meeting to plan JFK assassination at Ruby's carousel club. "Bishop, Maurice": Code name of Alpha 66 leader Antonio Veciana's CIA contact; alleged pseudonym of David Atlee Phillips.
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre Bishop, General William: (a.k.a. Oscar del Valle Garcia) CIA contract agent and US military 89 intelligence officer; aware of JFK assassination plot. Bisell, Richard: CIA Deputy Director of Plans during Bay of Pigs invasion. "Bob": Nagell's CIA contact, Mexico City, 1962-1963. Bosch, Orlando: Cuban pediatrician who abandoned practice of medicine and homeland to fight Castro; leader of far right exile group MIRR (Insurrectional Movement of the Recovery of the Revolution); participant in CIA anti-Castro activities, as wellas unauthorized operations financed by H.L. Hunt and the mob. Broglie, Warren: Manager of the Hotel Luma in Mexico City and friend of CIA Mexico City Station chief Winston Scott. Broshears, Raymond: Roommate of David Ferrie. contents Brown, Madeleine: Dallas advertising executive, paramour of LBJ, and friend of H.L. Hunt. Buick, Robert Clayton: Bullfighter in Mexico City, 1962-65; allegedly met Oswald and Nagell at Hotel Luma; acted as intelligence informant; incarcerated with Nagell in 1966. Buccilli, Paul: v. Myron Thomas Billet. Cabell, General Charles: Deputy Director of Central Intelligence and acting Director during Bay of Pigs invasion. Carlos: v. Carlos Marcello. Carr, Richard: Dallas steel worker who witnessed assassination from construction site near Dealey Plaza.
Castro, Fidel: Premier (later President) of Cuba since 1959.
Chandler, Raymond: Author of detective fiction.
Cheramie, Rose: v. Melba Christine Marcades.
CIA: U.S. Central Intelligence Agency
The Company: v. CIA.
C.R.C.: Cuban Revolutionary Council, a left-wing anti-Castro exile organization initially favored by the Kennedy administration, whose members were former Castro supporters.
Craig, Roger: Dallas deputy sheriff who claimed to have seen Oswald leave Dealey Plaza in a Rambler station wagon after the assassination.
Cuba Libre: Cuban exile organization (literally "Free Cuba") and also a name for rum and coke.
Daley, Richard: Mayor of Chicago.
DC: District of Columbia, capital of United States.
DIA: U.S. Defense Intelligence Agency.
Diaz, Nino: Cuban exile paramilitary leader; lead a force of two hundred exiles dressed in Cuban army uniforms who sailed from New Orleans to the waters off eastern Cuba on a diversionary mission at the time of the Bay of Pigs invasion. Diaz was supposed to lead an incursion into eastern Cuba either to draw Castro's forces away from the Bay of Pigs or to attack the U.S. naval base at Guantanamo to provide a pretext for U.S. intervention. Diaz, seeing lights on shore and fearing an ambush by Castro's forces, stayed at sea throughout the exile invasion.
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre Dinkin, Eugene B.: Army code breaker who warned of a plot against JFK, October-November 91 1963. Dulles, Allen: Director of Central Intelligence, 1953-1961; member of Warren Commission, 1964.
"Eduardo": Code name of E. Howard Hunt.
Ex-marine: v. Lee Harvey Oswald.
FBI: Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Ferrie, David: Involved in Oswald's activities, Summer 1963, New Orleans. Airplane pilot, hypnotist, Bishop in the Orthodox Catholic Church
of America, he worked with right wing, Cuban exile, CIA, and organized crime figures.
Fidel: v. Fidel Castro. Fiorini, Francisco: (a.k.a. Frank Sturgis) Cuban exile, gangster, gunrunner, CIA contract agent and in 1972, Watergate burglar.
Fitz, Dizzy: v. Desmond Fitzgerald.
Fitzgerald, Desmond: CIA officer, chief of Far Eastern Division 1957-1962, chief of Cuban Task Force, 1962-64. Alleged by Nagell to have had foreknowledge of JFK assassination conspiracy. Died en route to hospital of heart attack suffered on tennis court in 1967.
Fritz, Captain Will: Dallas Police Department Homicide Bureau Chief, Oswald's chief interrogator.
Fruge, Francis: Louisiana State Police officer.
Fuentes, Miguel: Pseudonym for exile alleged to have solicited Garret Trapnell into anti-
Garrison, Jim: New Orleans District Attorney who investigated JFK assassination, 1966-69.
Giancana, Sam: Boss of Chicago mob; involved in CIA plots against Castro; allegedly attended meeting to plan JFK assassination at Ruby's carousel club; murdered at Oak Park, IL home the day before he was scheduled to testify before U.S. Senate Committee investigating intelligence activities in June 1975.
Gillin, Edward G.: Assistant District Attorney, Orlean Parish, Louisiana, 1963.
Giovanni: v. John F. Kennedy. Goebbels, Joseph: German Minister of Propaganda, 1933-1945.
GRU: Soviet Military Intelligence.
G-2, Cuban: Cuban Intelligence (not to be confused with American G-2, U.S. Army Intelligence).
Greenstein, Arthur: Met Nagell in Mexico City, 1962; recipient of many letters from Nagell, 1967-1969.
Harvey, Bill: Former FBI agent; CIA officer from 1947; chief of CIA's Cuban task force, 1960-62; organizer of CIA-Mob plots against Castro.
Helms, Richard: CIA officer; creator of MK-ULTRA mind control program; covert action coordinator, 1963; Director of Central Intelligence, 1966-1972.
Hemming, Gerry Patrick: CIA contract agent; trained Cuban exiles in Florida.
Hidell, Alex: Pseudonym of Lee Harvey Oswald.
Hollywood moll: Judith Campbell, actress and paramour of singer Frank Sinatra, mob boss
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre Sam Giancana, and President Kennedy; courier between Giancana and Kennedy. 93 Hoffa, Jimmy: Teamster's Union leader and mob associate, alleged to have been involved in JFK conspiracy. Hoover, John Edgar: Director of the U.S. Federal Bureau of Investigation. Hunt, E. Howard: CIA officer in charge of propaganda during the Bay of Pigs invasion; covert action chief of CIA Domestic Operations Division, 1963; alleged to have been in Dallas on the day of the assassination; directed Watergate burglary, 1972. Hunt, H.L.: Texas oil billionaire; had ties with extremist right-wing and Cuban exiles. Huxley, Aldous: English poet, essayist, and novelist whose Brave New World describes a nightmarish twentyfifth century Utopia. contents INS: U.S. Immigration and Naturalization Service. Jack: v. either John F. Kennedy or Jack Ruby, depending on the context. Jarnagin, Carroll: Dallas attorney who claimed to have overheard Oswald and Ruby discuss assassination plans in October 1963. JFK: v. John F. Kennedy. Johnson, Lyndon Baines: Senate Majority Leader, 1955-1961; U.S. Vice-President, 1961-63; 36th U.S. President, 1963-1969. Kennedy, Jack: v. John F. Kennedy. Kennedy, John F.: 35th U.S. President, 1961-1963; assassinated in Dallas, 22 Nov. 1963.
Kennedy, Jackie: Wife of President Kennedy.
Kennedy, Robert: U.S. Attorney General, 1961-1964; younger brother of the President.
KGB: Soviet security and intelligence agency.
Kramer, Joseph: Pseudonym of Richard Case Nagell and of Toronto Star foreign correspondent and alleged Soviet spy Mark Gayn.
Langley, VA: CIA headquarters.
LAPD: Los Angeles Police Department.
"Laredo": Code name used by Nagell in contacts with Soviet intelligence.
LBJ: v. Lyndon Baines Johnson.
"Leopoldo": Cuban exile alleged by Nagell to have been Angel's partner in plot to assassinate JFK.
LHO: v. Lee Harvey Oswald. Livarsi `na pietra di la scarpa!: Take the stone out of my shoe!
Lorenz, Marita: Paramour of Fidel Castro and CIA contract agent who allegedly helped weapons to Dallas the day before the assassination.
McCone, John: U.S. Director of Central Intelligence, 1961-1965.
Maceo, Dr.: C.R.C. member.
Maddox, Al: Dallas deputy sheriff assigned to county jail during Ruby's imprisonment.
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Marcades, Melba Christine: a.k.a. Rose Cheramie, alleged associate of Jack Ruby who
predicted the JFK assassination two days before the event after being thrown from a car by two male traveling companions in Louisiana.
Marcello, Carlos: Mob boss of Louisiana; associate of David Ferrie and of uncle of Lee Harvey Oswald; alleged to have made threat against JFK.
Marlowe, Vaughn (a.k.a. Snipes): Executive Committee
, Los Angeles Fair Play for Cuba Committee, 1963. Alleged by Nagell to have been considered for recruitment into conspiracy against JFK.
Marilyn: v. Marilyn Monroe.
Marshall, J.B.: Dallas motorcycle police officer who rode in the motorcade and witnessed the assassination.
Masferrer, Rolando: Mob connected pro-Batista Cuban exile leader in Miami; alleged to have had foreknowledge of JFK assassination. contents Mash, Esther Ann: Carousel Club waitress who claimed to witness meeting of Ruby, Oswald, and Chicago gangsters.
Milteer, Joseph Adams: National States Rights Party leader; discussed plan to kill JFK with FBI informant, November 1963.
Miro Cardona, Jose: Former Castro official, C.R.C. president.
Morrow, Robert: CIA contract agent, 1960-63; allegedly knew of Oswald, Nagell, and assassinationconspiracy; author and assassination researcher.
Monroe, Marilyn: Actress and paramour of both John and Robert Kennedy.
Nagell, Richard Case: Military Intelligence officer, 1955-1959; DIA/CIA double agent ("tripled" as Soviet operative), 1962-1963.
"Oaxaca": Code name of Nagell's Soviet intelligence contact in Mexico City.
Orange Bowl: Football stadium in Miami, Florida.
Oswald, Lee Harvey: U.S. Marines, 1956-1959; U.S. Military Intelligence, 1958-1959; "defector" to Soviet Union, 1959-1962; CIA contract agent, 1959-1963; FBI paid informer, 1962-1963; accused assassin of President Kennedy.
Oswald, Leon: L.H. Oswald look-alike, active with anti-Castro exiles.
Oswald, Marina: Wife of Lee Harvey Oswald.
Pentagon-shaped building: U.S. Department of Defense
, Alexandria, VA.
Phillips, David Atlee: CIA Mexico City chief of clandestine operations (1962) and Cuban Affairs (1963).
Pontchartrain camp: Anti-Casto Cuban exile training camp at Lake Pontchartrain near New Orleans.
їQuй quieres?: What do you want?
Quien Sabe: Who knows?
Rockefeller, Nelson: Liberal Republican Governor of New York.
Rogano, Frank: Mob attorney; claims to have conveyed messages between Hoffa and his mob patrons Marcello and Trafficante (who could truthfully say they never met Hoffa), including assassination plans.
Roselli, John: California mobster who plotted against Castro for CIA; allegedly attended meeting to plan JFK assassination at Ruby's carousel club; found murdered in an oil drum near Miami after testifying (and scheduled to reappear) before U.S. Senate Committee investigating intelligence activities in August 1976. In that testimony Roselli claimed that the CIA-Mafia plots against Castro boomeranged when Castro made a deal with Trafficante to hit President Kennedy instead.
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre Rorke, Alexander: Soldier of fortune and CIA contract agent; son-in-law of Stork Club owner Sherman 97 Billingsley. Ruby, Jack: Mob-connected strip club owner, gun runner, and FBI paid informer; murdered Oswald in basement of Dallas police headquarters, 24 November 1963. Schmidt, Larrie: Founder of Conservatism USA; may have been involved with his brother Bob and Oswald in Walker shooting. Aracha-Smith, Sergio: Cuban exile leader in New Orleans and Texas. Snipes, Vaughn: v. Vaughn Marlowe. Somersett, Willie: FBI informant who tape-recorded discussion of JFK assassination plan with Joseph Milteer. contents Somoza, Anastasio: Dictator and President of Nicaragua. Sturgis, Frank: v. Francisco Fiorini. "The Tacos": Code name used by two Miami FBI agents in meetings with Nagell. Tippit, J.D.: Dallas police officer killed shortly after the assassination, allegedly by Oswald. Tony: v. Varona, Tony. Trafficante, Santos: Tampa based mob boss; involved in CIA plots against Castro; alleged to have made threat against JFK. Trapnell, Garrett: Cuban intelligence operative, 1963; said he was solicited by exile group in assassination plot against JFK; warned FBI, August 1963.
Trujillo, Rafael: Dictator of Dominican Republic; assassinated in 1961. del Valle, Eladio: Miami based former Cuban congressman; partner of David Ferrie and Santos Trafficante; 98 alleged to have had foreknowledge of JFK assassination conspiracy. del Valle Garcia, Oscar: v. William Bishop. Varona, Tony: C.R.C. member. Cuban prime minister during presidency of Carlos Prio, 1950-1952. Veciana, Antonio: Leader of Alpha-66; involved in numerous anti-Castro plots; said he met Oswald in the company of "Maurice Bishop." Waehoff, Franz: Bartender at Hotel Luma. Walker, Major General Edwin A.: Leading member of radical right; allegedly intended shooting victim of Oswald, April, 1963. Warren, Earl: Governor of California, 1943-1953; Chief Justice of U.S. Supreme Court
, 1953-1969; headed commission that investigated assassination of President Kennedy, 1964. Warren Commission: v. Earl Warren. White noise: static sound of untuned radio. XXX: Acronym of an unnamed intelligence agency.
David Cooper JFK: Lines of FIre David Cooper earned an MA in creative writing
at The City College of CUNY where he won the 99 Academy of American Poets Prize. His poems are anthologized in XY Files: Poems On The Male Experience (Santa Fe: Sherman Asher Publishing, 1997). His poems and translations have appeared or are forthcoming in The Massachusetts Review, Passages North, The Literary Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Chelsea, Tampa Review, Confrontation, The Spoon River Poetry Review, Green Mountains Review, Natural Bridge, Feminist Studies, Mudfish, Kinesis, Archipelago, Outerbridge, Synaesthetic, Two Lines, New Works Review, Soundings East, Davka, Response, Prairie Winds, Pudding Magazine, Nebo, Pleiades, Rashi: The New Zealand Jewish Chronicle Literary Supplement, Shofar: An Interdisciplinary Journal of Jewish Studies, Home Planet News, Poetry Motel, and GLOSS. He was a finalist in the 1999 Snake Nation Press book contest, and has been a semi-finalist in several other national contests. He is seeking a print publisher for two books of original poems as well as for his translation of Israeli poet Rachel Eshed's second book Havtachot Ktanot (Little Promises). contents
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