JFK

JFK quotes

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Dean Andrews
Jim Garrison
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Willie O'Keefe
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I didn't think much about it at the time. Just bullshit, y'know, everybody likes to make themselves out to be something more than they are. 'Specially in the homosexual underworld. But when they got him I got scared. Real scared. And that's when I got popped.


I participated in drawing up National Security Action Memos 55, 56, 57. These are documents classified top secret. In them, Kennedy told Gen. Lemnitzer, chairman of the Joint Chiefs that from here on, the Joint Chiefs would be wholly responsible for all covert paramilitary action in peacetime. This ended the reign of the CIA. Splintered it into 1,000 pieces, as JFK promised he would. And now he was ordering the military to help him do it. Unprecedented! I can't tell you the shock waves this sent along the corridors of power. This and the firing of Allen Dulles, Richard Bissell, and Gen. Charles Cabell. All were sacred cows in Intell since World War II. They got some very upset people. Kennedy's directives weren't implemented because of bureaucratic resistance. But one of the results was the Cuban operation was turned over to my department as Operation Mongoose. Mongoose was pure Black Ops.

I think it started like that In the wind. Defense contractors, oil bankers. Just conversation. A call is made.

If I answer that question you keep asking. If I give you the name of the big enchilada, then it's bon voyage, Deano. Like a bullet in my head, you dig? You're a mouse fighting a gorilla. Kennedy's as dead as that crab meat, the government's alive and breathing.

Is a government worth preserving when it lies to the people? It's become a dangerous country when you cannot trust anyone. When you cannot tell the truth. I say "let justice be done, though the heavens fall"! See Fiat justitia ruat caelum. In the German dub of the film, this was translated to the German equivalent Fiat justitia et pereat mundus, "Let justice be done, though the world perish", the motto of Ferdinand I, Holy Roman Emperor (1558-1564)

It's standard procedure, especially in a known hostile city like Dallas to supplement the Secret Service. Even if we hadn't let him ride with the bubble-top off we would've put 100 to 200 agents on the sidewalk without question. A month before, in Dallas, UN Ambassador Adlai Stevenson was spit on and hit. There had been attempts on De Gaulle's life in France. We'd have arrived days ahead, studied the route checked all the buildings. Never would've allowed open windows overlooking Dealey. Never! Our own snipers would've covered the area. If a window went up, they'd have been on the radio! We'd be watching the crowd: packages, rolled-up newspapers, coats. Never would've let a man open an umbrella. Never would've let the car slow down to ten miles an hour. Or take that unusual curve at Houston and Elm. You'd have felt an Army presence in the streets that day. But none of this happened. It violated our most basic protection codes. And it is the best indication of a massive plot in Dallas. Who could have best done this? Black Ops. People in my business.

Just a figment of my imagination. The cat's stewing you, I told him. You got the right ta-ta, but the wrong ho-ho. Bertrand is not Shaw, scout's honor. And you can tell him I said so.

No one has said, "He must die." No vote. Nothing's on paper. There's no one to blame. It's as old as the crucifixion. Or the military firing squad. Five bullets, one blank. No one's guilty. Everybody in the power structure has a plausible deniability. No compromising connections except at the most secret point. But it must succeed. No matter how many die or how much it costs the perpetrators must be on the winning side and never subject to prosecution for anything by anyone. That is a coup d'?tat.

Of course, when he had realized that something had gone wrong, and that the President had been killed, he knew there was a problem. He may have even known he was the Patsy. An intuition, maybe. The President killed in spite of his warning. The phone call that never came. Perhaps fear now came to Oswald for the very first time.

One may smile and smile and be a villain.

So, what really happened that day? Let's just for a moment speculate, shall we? We have the epileptic seizure distracting the police and allowing the shooters to get into place. The epileptic later vanished, never checking into the hospital. The A-team goes to the sixth floor of the Depository. They were refurbishing the floors of the Depository that week allowing unknown workmen in the building. They move quickly into position, minutes before the shooting. The second spotter, talking by radio to the other teams, has the best overall view. The God spot. B-team, one rifleman and one spotter with access to the building moves into a low floor of the Dal-Tex building. The third team, C-team, moves in behind the fence above the grassy knoll where the shooter and the spotter are first seen by the late Lee Bowers. They have the best position of all. Kennedy is close and on a flat, low trajectory. Part of this team is a coordinator who flashed security credentials at people, chasing them from the area. Probably two to three more men are in the crowd on Elm. Ten to twelve men. Three teams. Three shooters. The triangulation of fire Clay Shaw and David Ferrie discussed two months before. They've walked the plaza. They know every inch. They've calibrated their sights. Practiced on moving targets. They're ready. Kennedy's motorcade makes a turn from Main onto Houston. It's going to be a turkey shoot. They don't shoot him on Houston, the easiest shot for a single shooter in the Depository. They wait till he gets to the killing zone between three rifles.

Sound like coincidences to you? Not for one moment. The Cabinet was out of the way. Troops for riot control were in the air. Telephones were out to stop the wrong stories from spreading. Nothing was left to chance. He could not be allowed to escape alive. Things were never the same after that. Vietnam started for real. There was an air of make-believe in the Pentagon and CIA. Those of us in Secret Ops knew the Warren Commission was fiction. But there was something deeper. Uglier. I knew Allen Dulles well. I often briefed him in his house. But why was he appointed to investigate Kennedy's death? The man who fired him.

The American public has yet to see the Zapruder film. Why? The American public has yet to see the real X-rays and autopsy photographs. Why? Hundreds of documents could help prove this conspiracy. Why are they being withheld or burned by the government? When my office or you, the people, asked those questions, demanded evidence the answer from on high has always been: national security. What kind of national security do we have when we're robbed of our leaders? What national security permits the removal of fundamental power from the people and validates the ascendancy of an invisible government in the US? That kind of national security is when it smells like it, feels like it, and looks like it you call it what it is: Fascism! I submit to you that what took place on November 22, 1963 was a coup d'?tat. Its most direct and tragic result was the reversal of Kennedy's decision to withdraw from Vietnam. The war is the biggest business in America worth $80 billion a year. President Kennedy was murdered by a conspiracy planned at the highest levels of our government carried out by fanatical and disciplined cold warriors in the Pentagon and CIA's covert-operation apparatus.

The Commission would have us believe that after firing three bolt-action shots in 5.6 seconds, Oswald then leaves three cartridges neatly side-by-side in the firing nest, wipes fingerprints off the rifle, stashes it on the other side of the loft, sprints down five flights of stairs past witnesses Victoria Adams and Sandra Styles, who never see him, then shows up, cool and calm, on the second floor in front of Patrolman Baker. All this within a maximum of 90 seconds of the shooting.

The first shot rings out. Sounding like a backfire, it misses the car completely. Frame 161, Kennedy stops waving as he hears something. Connally's head turns slightly to the right. Frame 193, the second shot hits Kennedy in the throat from the front. Frame 225, Kennedy emerges from behind the road sign, you can see he's obviously been hit, raising his arms to his throat. The third shot, frame 232, hits Kennedy in the back, pulling him downward and forward. Connally, you will notice, shows no sign of being hit. He is visiby holding his Stetson, which is impossible if his wrist is shattered. Connally is turning now. Frame 238. The fourth shot. It misses Kennedy and takes Connally in the back. This is the shot that proves there were two rifles. Connally yells, "My God! They're going to kill us all!" Around this time, another shot that misses the car completely striking James Teague by the underpass. The car brakes. The sixth and fatal shot, Frame 313, takes Kennedy in the head from the front. This is the key shot. The President going back and to his left, shot from the front and right. Totally inconsistent with the shot from the Depository. Again. Back, and to the left. Back, and to the left. Back, and to the left.