JFK

JFK quotes

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Dean Andrews
Jim Garrison
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Willie O'Keefe
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Jim Garrison: We are standing in the heart of the US government's intelligence community in New Orleans. That's the FBI. That's the CIA. That's the Secret Service. That's the ONI. Isn't this a strange place for a Communist to spend his spare time?
Lou Ivon: What are you driving at?
Jim Garrison: We're going back into the case. The murder of the President.
Bill Broussard: Lord, wake me. I must be dreaming.
Jim Garrison: You're awake. I'm deadly serious.


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.

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.

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.

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.

Jim Garrison: Will you testify, Beverly?
Beverly Oliver: I don't think so.
Bill Broussard: I thought we had an agreement.
Beverly Oliver: I don't want to be another statistic.
Jim Garrison: We could call you in.
Beverly Oliver: If they can kill the President of the United States, you think they'll think twice about a two-bit showgirl like me?
Jim Garrison: I understand the pressure you're under. Don't think that I don't.

[to his son, Jasper] Telling the truth can be a scary thing sometimes. It scared President Kennedy, and he was a brave man. But if you let yourself be too scared then you let the bad guys take over the country. Then everybody gets scared.

They have their man. It's already been decided in Washington. When he is brought from the theater a crowd is waiting to scream at him. Lee Oswald must have felt like Joseph K. in Kafka's The Trial. He's never given reasons for his arrest. He doesn't know the unseen forces ranging against him. At police headquarters, he was booked for murdering Tippet. No legal counsel was provided. No record made of the questioning. When the sun rises the next morning he is booked for murdering the President. The whole country, fueled by the media, assumes he is guilty.Under the guise of a patriotic club-owner out to spare Jackie Kennedy from having to testify at trial, Jack Ruby is shown his way into the underground parking garage by one of his inside men on the Dallas Police Force, and when he is ready Lee Harvey Oswald is brought out, like a sacrificial lamb, and nicely disposed of as an enemy of the people. Who grieves for Lee Harvey Oswald? Buried in a cheap grave under the name "Oswald"? Nobody.

Liz Garrison: Where you been?
Jim Garrison: I'm sorry, the meeting took much longer than expected.
Liz Garrison: We waited for hours, Jim! You could've telephoned.
Jim Garrison: I can only say I'm sorry. I just don't have rabbits on my mind.
Liz Garrison: You know what I think? You care more about John Kennedy than your own family. All day the kids asked, "Where's Daddy?" What should I tell them?
Jim Garrison: I don't know! The truth! I'm doing my job to make sure they grow up in a country where justice won't be a vanished idea in history books like dinosaurs or Atlantis.
Liz Garrison: It doesn't replace a husband or a father on Easter Sunday.

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.

You're not a bad-looking man, Mr. Garrison. When I get out, I'm gonna come visit you. Have some real fun!

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.

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.

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

They created Oswald from day one. Like a dummy corporation in the Bahamas. Just move him around a board.