Secrets

Secrets

I know who killed JFK, and I know who really shot Martin Luther King Jr.

I know, because I was one of those assigned to kill both men.

Jack Kennedy took almost a year’s worth of planning after the Bay of Pigs fiasco. We failed to get Castro, and in the process, it made us look bad to the rest of the world. Nobody got anything right that day, and we were lucky to get out of that mess without more lives lost. Bottom line: Kennedy authorized the hit. Covert operation. Failure. Bottom line: Kennedy’s fault. He had to die for this.

The only thing that stopped Kennedy from being killed sooner was the Cuban Missile Crisis. I’m here to tell you, anyone still alive from those three heavy days, might remember just how close we all came to a nuclear war. Truth is; because the way Kennedy handled that situation along with his brother, Bobby, I almost backed out of the eventual assassination in Dallas.

Let me tell you about King, first. His setup was planned about three months before he arrived at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis.

Every move he made along with his entourage of thugs was monitored heavily. The patsy who would be arrested for King’s murder didn’t have a clue how his life would be turned upside down.

But that’s what we do. We turn lives inside out because we have carte blanche power. Be it the CIA or FBI; when we go in and decide to alter someone’s life, it will, and I mean it will never be the same again.

King was a snap. Evening hours, easy target from several hundred feet away and Pow! All gone. And what do we do? Within a few hours, we have the murder suspect under arrest with the murder weapon.

Of course, right up to the time he died in a medical prison facility, he always exclaimed his innocence, and wouldn’t you know it; King’s oldest son and even Coretta Scott King believed him, but the real shooter was never found. He’s dead now, but like I said, I know who he was.

If you have ever studied the Kennedy assassination, you know the player’s in Dallas. JFK, his wife, Jackie, Lee Harvey Oswald, Officer J.D. Tippet, and Jack Ruby, plus a supporting cast of Secret Service personal, Dallas Police, and Vice-President Lyndon B. Johnson, better known as LBJ (oddly enough, his wife was also known by the same initials: Lady Byrd Johnson, and even his dogs).

Everyone said Oswald shot Kennedy. Everyone is dead wrong on this. The real Lee Harvey did leave the Repository, but he went to a movie theater. The Oswald that Tippet blundered into was a look-a-like who shot and killed Tippet on sight, making it even more apparent the real Oswald killed a cop, too. The fake Oswald was a former Marine and Expert Marksman with both handguns and rifles. The real Oswald was lucky if he could add two and two.

Interestingly enough, it took less than an hour for the police to locate and arrest the real Lee Harvey Oswald based on a tip, supposedly from the ticket agent at the theater and theater manager. Convenient, right?

Can we say set up? The fake Oswald got away and fled the country, although two weeks later, he was killed. Two bullets to the back of his head in Brazil. The body was incinerated.

The real Oswald was taken into custody and two days later, he was shot on national television, live, as Oswald was to be transported to another jail, and a man jumped in front of Oswald and shot him in the stomach. Jack Ruby, was arrested, and later died in jail awaiting trial. Anyone listening to the pattern I’m describing, here?

But all that had happened two days prior to Oswald’s death. The bullets that hit Kennedy, and just missing his wife; she was supposed to have died as well.

The so-called mystery bullet? Not so much a mystery at all. It was part of a well-oiled plan. Make people believe there had always been more than one shooter from another direction. Actually, there were three shooters. Well, four truthfully. One person shot from the Depository Building, three others from the grassy knoll.

Next time you watch the Zapruder film, watch Kennedy’s head closely. He rocks forward from one shot, then backward from another. Connolly got shot as well, but not from the Repository.

I shot him. Had to make it look good. All part of the plan you know.

One shot from the grassy knoll rocked Kennedy back and he slumped to his side. The first one that struck Kennedy came from the Repository. Either way you look at it, he was a dead man. Damn near blew his head off.

Anyone old enough to remember the confusion when Kennedy was rushed to the hospital in hopes of saving his life, know it didn’t happen. It was later learned that his entire brain came up missing. Want to know why? Federal agents came in, demanded his brain be removed to be later analyzed by experts in federal forensics. It was many, years gone by, before those of us still alive knew that the bullet lodged in the brain would be removed and destroyed. Hence, no evidence to tie anyone to.

All the bases were covered. Including many witnesses. Many tragic accidents happened.

So sad. Too bad.

The big news came when on Air Force One, at DWF Airport; Jackie Kennedy witnessed LBJ sworn in as president. One thing many people didn’t notice then, but I did; LBJ had a flag pin on his lapel that was upside down at the time. My sources told me he had it that way since about nine on that Friday morning, November 22, 1963. Of course, it wasn’t big news that Kennedy and LBJ disliked each other. Kennedy’s death put LBJ where he wanted to be, in the driver’s seat.

So many players in a mystery that’s gone unsolved (unofficially) fifty plus years. Even one former president, Gerald Ford played a role as a young an upcoming Congressman, who was one of several people who sat on what later became a report, and later a book titled, The Warren Commission Report. Hundreds of pages written that in the end, resolved that Lee Harvey Oswald alone, did in fact assassinate the president.

In 1972, I believe Richard Nixon, then President, resigned and his then-acting Vice-president, Gerald Ford stepped in (Ford became the first Vice-president, appointed, not elected to the office by the people. The former Vice-president, Spiro Agnew, resigned as well, after it was revealed he had taken a $10,000 bribe). Oh, the webs we weave and how the pieces fall into place.

For all of you history buffs, Agnew was under federal investigation for extortion, tax fraud, bribery, and conspiracy. He was allowed to plead no contest to one charge that he failed to report earnings of close to thirty grand in 1967. As another condition, he had to resign from office. But it wasn’t over yet. Ten years after he had left office, Agnew had repaid the State of Maryland back, based on a civil suit filed against him, stemming on bribery allegations. He only appeared once in public which was at the funeral of Richard Nixon. .

To top all this off; Nixon, Agnew and Ford are all dead. Are we seeing that pattern yet?

Truth told, I do believe I’m the last one left alive from this sordid mess we call history. Why we kept it a secret all these years is beyond me, but I was doing my job as an American, or so I believed. Now, as an American, it is time the world knows the truth.

I’m almost eighty, and some people would say my memory isn’t what it used to be. Maybe they are right, I don’t know.

But, it’s time to name names and the first one is ….

The sound of a door broken off its hinges could be heard on the tape recording.

“What? Who are … wait! I know good and well who you are!”

Three muffled spurts were recorded, along with a dead man’s screams. The tape recorder was turned off, rewound and both men listened to it.

“Want I should take the tape-recorder, Andrew?”

“Nah. Leave it. It’ll add to the mystery. Let’s get out of here.”