Sunday, December 20, 2009

Frankie Lee Checks In

 


Frankie Lee Checks In – Bill Kelly

I had never heard of Frankie Lee before he was billed as the featured attraction at the Tony Marts nightclub reunion on Sunday (Aug.12, 2001) at Bubba Mac’s Shack in Somers Point, N.J., where I had witnessed, two nights previous, a jam session that included Band drummer Levon Helm, former Howlin’ Wolf guitarist Hubert Sumlin and various former members of Muddy Waters’ (Bob Margolin) and Howlin’ Wolf band members along with Muddy’s son, also a Morgenfield.

That was a hard act to follow, but then came Frankie Lee.

“We could have got another nostalgia rock & roll act for the reunion,” said the MC, Tony Mart’s son Carmen Marotta, as I got there and he was introducing the Frankie Lee band, “but we got something special instead. In 1963, when Tony Marts was in it’s heyday, Frankie Lee, who'se out of Waco, Texas, had a hit song on the charts.”

There was one empty seat at the far end of the bar, but I hesitated sitting down because there was a shot of whiskey and a lit cigarette in the ashtray, when a girl said, “Sit down, he won’t be needing the seat, he’s going on in a few minutes.”

Then there appeared Frankie Lee, spiffed up in his performance attire – white pin-stripped, double-breasted suit and wing tips, smiling, as his band began without him.

“Glad to meet you,” he said as he polished off the shot and took a drag.

I asked him the name of his hit song he had on the charts in 1963.

“Four Time Lover,” he said with a hoarse voice, which he blamed on performing outdoors in the rain in Baltimore the previous night.

Being from Waco, Texas with a hit song in 1963, I asked Frankie Lee if he ever played in Dallas for Jack Ruby, at either the Vegas or Carousel Clubs. He coughed, caught his composure and said, “Hell, I was booked to play for Jack Ruby the night they killed Kennedy, but the show was cancelled because of assassination.”

A little taken aback, I asked him if he was supposed to play the Vegas Club, which featured rock & roll bands, or the Carousel Club, which had the girls, strippers, stand up comics and burlesque type shows, but also had live music on occassion. He said it was the Carousel Club.

Now into it’s third song, I thought a band like this would play the Vegas Club, but figured I would check it out with Beverly Oliver, who knew many of the entertainers in Dallas at the time, when Frankie Lee said, “Stevie Ray Vaughan and his brother covered ‘Four Time Lover’ in 1976.”

That, I figured, turned the song onto a whole new generation, so he was a two-time, one-hit-wonder. I also quickly learned that Stevie Ray's version of "Four Time Lover" also gave people the misimpression that Frankie Lee was a guitarist.

“Les Paul gave me a guitar one night before I went on," said Lee, "and I asked him what I was going to do with that?”

“With a name like Frankie Lee, he thought I should be a guitarist,” he laughed, as I told him, “You know, Stevie Ray lived in the same Oak Cliff, Dallas neighborhood as Lee Harvey Oswald, who used the alias O.H. Lee, and was called 'Mr. Lee' by his neighbors.”

Then I asked him, “If you were in Dallas that day, where were you at the time of the assassination?”

“I was right there,” he said, “about as far away from the motorcade as we are from that door,” pointing to about 50 feet away. While he didn’t see Kennedy get hit, “I heard the shots,” he said.

How many? “Three – bam, bam, bam.”

Another confirmation of the official version of events, I thought, as I asked him where he was standing.

“I was right by that building – the School Book Depository, where they say the shots came from, but they didn’t come from there.”

Then where did they come from?

“I don’t know where they come from, but I know they didn’t come from that building because I was right there and heard them, and they came from somewhere else. At least two of them came from somewhere else.”

“The FBI, the Secret Service, the CIA, they all talked to me, and didn’t believe I was suppose to work for Ruby that night and was at the scene. They put some pressure on me, but I told them I don’t know nothing. I never even met Ruby or knew who he was.”

And then, just as I was about to ask him if he was the Frankie Lee of Dylan's "Frankie Lee and Judas Priest” from the Dylan song, the band announced, “And now ladies and gentleman, here’s Frankie Leeeeee!….” and in a flash he as on stage, singing the blues, rhythm & blues and milking the audience like an energetic pro, sort of in the order of Otis Day and the Knights “Sham a Lam a Ding Dong,” or the Isley Bros “Shout.”

He sang, “Cry Me A River” and “Going Back to Mexico,” and eventually got the entire room up and clapping if not dancing.

When he was finished, I got his business numbers from him, and booked him for the Adolphis Hotel, Friday, late afternoon, November 23, 2001, for a gig, about 50 yards from the old Carousel Club, a raincheck for a gig that was canceled ‘cause of assassination.'

Arthur Young with model helicopter

 
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Arthur Young outside of his rural Philadelphia barn with one of his early helicopter models, which led to the development of the Bell Helicopter 47-A - glass bubble and girder - MASH helicoper, the first commercially licensed helicopter.

If Peter Dale Scott's "negative template" thesis is correct, and those given the least amount of attention are the most significant, then Arthur Young is indeed an important character, as I can only find a few references to him in all of the JFK assassination literature.

And that is in Gerald Ford's "Portrait of the Assassin" in which it is noted that the accused assin's wife Marina wrote a letter to Ruth Hyde Paine agreeing to move to Texas with her, a letter addressed in care of Arthur Young/Paoli, Pennsylvania.

So who was Arthur Young of Paoli, Pennsylvania?

It took me years to find out, and a few more years before I finally met him and interviewed him on the record.

Arthur Young is the second husband of Ruth Forbes Paine Young, the mother of Michael Paine, the accused assassin's primary patron and at whose home Oswald spent the night before the assassination.

As the inventor of the original Bell Helicopter, Arthur Young arranged for his son-in-law to work as a designer at the Bell Helicopter plant in Dallas, Texas, where Michael Paine was at the time of the assassination.

ARTHUR YOUNG – A Visit At Home With Arthur Young –
by William E. Kelly, Jr. / bkjfk3@yahoo.com

The name Arthur Young may not mean anything to most people, yet for me, he was one of the most elusive and interesting unquestioned witnesses in the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. That however, is a mere footnote to his incredible career that included the invention of the first commercial helicopter, the Bell 47A – MASH helicopter, which is still flying today.

I first came across his name in Gerald Ford’s book Portrait of the Assassin, which included documents, testimony and records not previously released by the Warren Commission because of Ford’s special access as a member of the Commission. It was a brief, and fleeting reference, but one that caught my attention, in quoting a letter Ruth Paine wrote to Oswald’s wife Marina, in which she requested Marina to write a return letter in care of “Art Young, Paoli, Pennsylvania.”

Ruth Paine had asked Marina, in New Orleans, to move in with her in Texas while she had her second child. If she would, Ruth would pick up Marina and the baby on the return leg of her cross country summer trek, which she eventually did.

I looked but didn’t find anything else on him, but didn’t give Art Young much though again until I began my quest, which lasted years.

Beginning in Paoli, a small town on the Main Line suburban train route from downtown Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, it stood out in my mind as being very close to the offices of the CIA front Catherwood Foundation. By the time I caught up with him however, Arthur Young had left his Paoli farm, where he had invented his helicopter, and was living in a similar centuries old farmhouse near the Brandywine creek.

When I got his phone number and called, the person who answered gave me a California phone number where he could be reached at his West Coast Center for the Study of Consciousness. I called and when Young answered the phone I identified myself as a journalist and requested a formal interview. Young said he had no problem with granting an interview, but he doubted that I could find a publisher who would print what he had to say. I asked him about his published work, and he gave me the name and number of his publisher, who sent me two of his books, his personal narrative of his work on the Bell Helicopter, and one of his books on his philosophy of process. After reading them I would call him and visit him at his home near Philadelphia.

Following the directions precisely, I found myself driving up a winding dirt road and past a huge brick barn to the front of an old farmhouse that dated to colonial times. Another visitor was there, a women who was with Arthur Young’s wife, Ruth Forbes Paine Young, who JFK assassination researchers know as Michael Paine’s mother. It was while visiting her husband’s mother and step father when Ruth Paine had asked Marina Oswald to write to her – in care of Art Young.

While the two women chatted together in a veranda off the kitchen, Arthur Young took me into his living room-study, which was literally lined with books, on the wall, on tables, on the floor, everywhere. I felt at home, as he asked me to sit down while he sat back in a nearby chair. I asked him if I could tape our conversation, and he assented, so I put the cassette tape recorder on the table in front of us, and pretty much ignored it. He picked up a notepad and asked me my date and place of birth. He said he was into astrology and wanted to do my chart, which he did while we talked.

As I try to do in all such interviews, I too began at the beginning, asking him where and when he was born and who his parents were. Both were artists, he said, pointing to a painting on the wall which he attributed to his mother. He either was born in Paris or lived there as a child, while his parents studied art. In America they lived near Philadelphia, where he attended school before entering Princeton (circa 1920s). He studied physics and philosophy, and while he was there when Einstein was there, they only passed each other on campus and never talked. Young said he did take a course on relativity, taught by the physics department chairman, to him, the only student, and disagreed with some of Einstein’s principles – particularly, as I understood him, (or misunderstood him) – in regards to the concept of time. Apparently E=MC2 accepts time as a constant, while Young argued that time is a variable and subject to change.

Young said it was the death of a brother that led him to this concept, which he also applied to develop his philosophy of process, a revolutionary way of thinking that is still generating followers today.
[see: http://www.arthuryoung.com/isc/index.html ]

From Princeton, in the 1920s, Young said that he knew he wanted to be an inventor and invent something new that would change society for the better, and went to Washington DC to review the lists of patents and patents pending, especially checking out high fidelity and stereophonic sound, fm radio, television, three dimensional film and vertical flight – all of which were envisioned, but had yet to be successfully developed. Of all the items on his list, Young said he thought vertical flight, the helicopter, would be the easiest, as it was only a matter of mastering the physics of flight.

Instead of working with full scale products however, Young decided to use models, and began experimenting with small, motor powered and tethered scale models, which could be tested without endangering a pilot. For years, which became decades, Young worked on his model helicopters in his colonial brick barn in suburban Philadelphia. Young wasn’t the only inventor working on the helicopter, and one of the radical concepts Young adapted from Sokorsky’s design was the rear rotation blade, which he perfected with a unique stabilizing bar that was the basis for his patent.

Once he got the rear blade and stabilizing bar in place, he was able to control and direct the maneuver of his model, which brought him up to 1939, when the world was on the verge of war. So he put his model helicopter into a little black box and took up to Bell Aircraft in upstate New York. There he made an appointment with Larry Bell, the owner of the factory that was busy making fighter aircraft that were sold to Russia. The secretary told him that Mr. Bell would only be able to see him for 15 minutes, Young walked out of the executive office and into the main factory and took his model out of the box, set it up and began flying it around the huge room, to the amazement of the factory workers and engineers on hand. When Larry Bell came out of his office to see what all the commotion was about, Young landed the model helicopter at Bell’s feet.

They went into the office, and in fifteen minutes Bell Helicopter was in business, though Young explained that it would take a few years to develop his scale model into a full sized flying machine. Actually it took more than a few years, and like Jacque Cousteu’s aqua lung, the Bell 47A didn’t become the first helicopter approved by the Federal Aviation Administration until the war was over.
[See: http://helis.com/timeline/bell.php ]

Once the full scale model Bell helicopter finally got off the ground and was totally operational, Young said his job was over and he wanted to move on to other things. That’s when he began to take an interest in esoteric studies like ESP and astrology, what he called his “gee wiz” years.

Since his quest to invent a practical helicopter was over, his first wife thought he would settle down, but instead, he went on to study even more esoteric ideas, like Extra Sensory Perception (ESP), remote viewing and healing, yoga and mind over matter. While his wife failed to appreciate these new experiments, he met Ruth Forbes Paine, who was a bit of an excentric herself. Eventually Young divorced his first wife and married Ruth Forbes Paine.

In Philadelphia Young set up the Foundation for the Study of Consciousness (FSC), which he later folded because of institutional problems and funding sources, then establishing the Center for the Study of Consciousness (CSC) in California, which is still in existence [ See: CSC ] .

From what I gathered, he had funding sources that were giving him trouble, and he wanted to be independent, which made me think that the CIA or some federal agencies had bankrolled him in the beginning, but he didn’t like where they were going.

I asked him if he had ever experimented with psychedelic, mind-expanding drugs, and he said he tried peyote once, but he said he could achieve the same experience doing yoga.

As I discussed these new experiments with Young, he stopped and asked me a question. Having figured out my astrological chart while we were talking, he said that I am at the stage in my career where he was in the late 1940s, and getting the helicopter off the ground. I am on the verge of a great discovery, he said.

Then he asked me, “Are you an alien?”
Taken aback, I asked if he meant like an illegal Irish alien, without a green card?

And he said, no, was a I from the Pleadies?

“Where are the Pleadies?” I asked.

When he said some two hundred thousand light years away in the Tarus constalation, I said, no I wasn’t. I really was from across the river in Camden, New Jersey. I think he was disappointed I wasn’t.

He explained that my astrological chart indicated that I might have been from the Pleadies. And when I asked more questions, he said that there were already a number of different alien – meaning people from other planets, galaxies, among us, including the Pleadieans, who resemble humans in form and mingle among us to study us. Then there are the “Grays,” who have the big eyes and look like ET and the Roswell crash victims. The Grays and the Pleadians don’t like each other and are often at war, he explained, which puts us in the middle of their intergallatic battle.

When I asked if there was any documentation for all this he went into the other room, which was also lined with books from floor to ceiling, and knew right were a particular book was and took it off the shelf. I wrote down the name of the book and it’s author, a retired Air Force officer, whose book was self published in New Mexico.

The book was about a German alps farmer whose land is used by the Pleadeans as a staging area to come and go in their flying saucers. There’s pictures of the German, the farm, flying saucers in the air, and one of the Pleadians, a knockout blonde, who Art Young said, allowed her picture to be taken because her research project on earth was complete and she was heading home. The flying saucers take them to a “Beam Ship,” which is parked at the edge of the solar system so as not to affect the pull of the planets or for some scientific reason. The Beam Ship then delivers them back to the Pleadies, a group of some seven planets that are visible to astronomers, but very far away.

[Later that night, driving home across the Somers Point – Ocean City causeway over the bay, I saw a double – two parallel shooting stars streak across the sky, far out to sea, and knew that it was a special night. The next day I called information in New Mexico and got the phone number of the retired AF officer who wrote the UFO book. He answered the phone, and when I asked where I could buy his book, he said I couldn’t. It was out of print and he wasn’t printing anymore. When he asked where I saw a copy, he opened up a bit when I said Arthur Young. He was pals with Art Young. I asked him where he was stationed in the Air Force, and he said for the most part, at Wright-Patterson AFB in Dayton, Ohio. I told him I went to the University of Dayton. I asked him if he was part of Project Blue Book, and he said yes. And when I asked who his commander was, he said, Gen. Charles Cabal, the brother of the Mayor of Dallas, Texas.]

While I was talking to Young, we were interrupted by his wife, Mrs. Ruth Forbes Paine Young, who seemed like a nice, little old lady. Arthur Young had explained earlier that she was in the beginning stages of altimizers, but was still okay, though a bit slow. She sat down with us for awhile, and while I wanted her to talk about her good friend Mary Bancroft, Allen Dulles’ WWII OSS mistress, instead I asked her about her work with the World Federalists.

Founded by Cord Meyer, Jr., a USMC veteran who later became a top deputy to Alan Dulles at the CIA, the World Federalists were an early attempt to support the United Nations and work towards the establishment of a world government. In its fledgling years, Ruth Forbes Paine Young held a number of charity balls to raise money for the organization, and helped it get established. Other World Federalists of note are Priscilla Johnson McMillan, Lee Harvey Oswald’s biographer, and Walter Cronkite, an official spokesman.

Arthur Young said that one of his wife’s most significant achievements was the establishment of the International Peace Academy (IPA) at the United Nations, which she did with the assistance of Gen. Rickie, of the Indian Army. The IPA gets young, up and coming UN officials to play role games in which they try to resolve conflicts without going to war. There’s a photo of Rikhye and Ruth F.P. Young together on their web site
[ See: http://www.ipacademy.org/ ]

In turn, Mrs. Young said that her husband was most proud of the humanatarian uses of the helicopter, in fighting forest fires and in Korea, in the MASH evacuations, but didn’t like the idea of it being converted into an attack weapon, as it was used in Vietnam.

Arthur Young said he was also proud of the fact that the Bell 47A model, with the glass bubble and girders, was on display as a work of art at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City, a fact that his artist parents would have thought amusing.

While Young was secure from his Bell Helicopter holdings, Ruth Forbes was also well established from her side of the family.

Ruth Forbes Paine Young had been married twice before. One husband had passed away, while the other Lyman Paine, was a radical co-founder of the Trotskyite movement in the United States. The Forbes however, were well healed capitalists, and her relatives were old blue bloods, one was on the board of United Fruit Company during the CIA coup in Guatemala in 1954. The Forbes own an island off the coast of Massachusetts, near Woods Hole, where the family has annual retreats, and allows yachtsmen like Walter Cronkite to drop anchor while sailing around.

Ruth Forbes Paine’s son Michael would become the more famous of them all as the chief benefactor to Lee Harvey Oswald, the accused assassin of President Kennedy.

Michael attended Harvard, but dropped out and enrolled at Swarthmore College near Philadelphia, a Quaker school located near the Young farmstead. While in Philadelphia Michael Paine met Ruth Hyde, an Ohio Quaker teaching at a Friends School. Michael Paine and Ruth Hyde were mentors of Arthur and Ruth F.P.Young, and lived with them for awhile, said to have stayed in the barn where Art invented his helicopter.

Eventually Michael took a job with Bell Helicopter, as an “inventor” and designer, and with Ruth, moved to Texas to work at the Bell Helicopter plant there.

It was while living in Irving, a suburb of Dallas-Fort Worth, where it was arranged, through a mutual friend, George DeMohrenschildt, for Michael Paine to meet Lee Harvey Oswald. Oswald, who had recently returned from Soviet Russia with a Russian wife and child, liked to talk about idealogy, Communism and different forms of political societies. DeMohrenschildt thought that Oswald should meet Michael Paine, and through a friend in the oil business, Volkmar Schmidt, arranged for them to meet at a party in February, 1963. The party was held at Schmidt’s house, which he share with two other men, one whose father was a director of Radio Free Europe, and the other, like Schmidt, worked for Magnolia Oil. The odd thing about this party was that neither Schmidt nor Michael Paine showed up.

Oswald and his wife Marina met Ruth Paine however, and Ruth, who was studying Russian at the time, enjoyed talking in Russian with Marina, and they became fast friends. Later on, another party was held for Oswald to meet Michael Paine, and they finally met. One day, when Michael Paine picked Oswald up at his apartment in Oak Cliff to drive him to his home in Irving, Michael Paine saw the photo of Oswald brandishing a rifle, pistol and copies of Communist publications, one of which was the official publication of the Trotskyite Party in the Untied States. I’ve always wondered how Oswald could have talked about those things without Michael Paine telling Oswald that his father was a co-founder of the Trotskyite Party.

Ruth Paine took Russian language lessons from Marina and gave driving lessons to Oswald, while Michael Paine explained to Oswald how cheap it would be to buy a car.

Shortly after Oswald is alleged to have taken a pot shot at Gen. Walker in Dallas on April 10, 1963, it was decided that the Oswalds would relocate to New Orleans, Oswald’s hometown. Ruth drove Oswald to the bus station and took Marina and the daughter home with her to Irving until Oswald got settled with a job and apartment in New Orleans. When that happened, Ruth drove Marina there in early May, where they lived for the summer.

It was during the summer of 1963 when Ruth Paine and her two children drove their Chevy station wagon on a roundabout vacation to the Forbes family island off Massachusetts, then to the Young’s home in Paoli, Pa., near Philly, and then to Ohio to see her family. It was then Ruth H. Paine wrote to the expecting Marina at her Magazine street apartment in New Orleans, asking her if she wanted to move to Irving, Texas with her while she had her baby. If so, Ruth said she would drive through New Orleans on the return trip and pick her up, and for Marina to respond by writing to her : c/o Arthur Young, Paoli, Pennsylvania.

And that’s what happened, and that’s the only reference I can find to Art Young in the official JFK assassination records, which sparked my interest in the man.

So Ruth Paine picked up Marina and the baby, and ostensibly the alleged assassination rifle, and delivered them to her home in Irving, Texas, while Oswald took off for Mexico City, where he tried to get a visa to Cuba. When he failed, he returned to Dallas, stayed at the YMCA for a few days, and then visited his family and the Paines in Irving. Since Michael Paine was separated from his wife, and had his own apartment, Oswald occasionally stayed overnight at the Paine home. On another night, he went with Michael Paine to a American Civil Liberties Union meeting.

On the evening before the assassination, Oswald stayed overnight at the Paine home, and ostensibly took his rifle from the Paine garage and used it to kill the President. At the same time the president was being shot, Michael Paine was sitting in the Bell Helicopter cafeteria having lunch with a co-worker, discussing the subject of political assassination. It was a moment of ESP that only Arthur Young could appreciate.

Before I had left Young he took me on a short tour of his barn, where there was a model helicopter. Young said he was looking to be a mentor to some young students who wanted to take up the idea of using models to advance aviation design, but few were interested. There was a black and white photo of Young as a young man working with a model, which he gave me. He warned however, that his ideas are so radical that he didn’t think I would be able to convince a mainstream editor from publishing a story about him.

In that regard, so far he has been right.

When I left him however, he had invited me back, and I thought I would be able to continue the interview on another day. But as Young said, Time intervenes, and you never know what surprises time brings.

Bill Kelly
Browns Mills, N.J.
February 16, 2004
Bkjfk3@yahoo.com



















From:
JFK – The Documented Screenplay (Applause Books, 1992, p. 111-112)

“X (Voice-over)….don’t underestimate the budget cuts Kennedy called for in March of ’63 either – close to 52 military installations in 25 states, 21 overseas bases, you’re talking big money. You know how many helicopters have been lost in Vietnam? About three thousand so far. Who makes them? Bell helicopter. Who owns Bell? Bell was near bankruptcy when the First National Bank of Boston approached the CIA about developing a the helicopter for Indochina usage. How ‘bout the F-111 fighters? General Dynamics in Fort Worth. Who owns that? Find out the defense budget since the war began. $75 going on a hundred billion….$200 billion’ll be spent there before it ends. In 1950 it was $13 billion. No war, no money. Sometimes I think the organizing principle resides in its war powers. Even Eisenhower – military hero of WWII – warned us about it: ‘beware the military-industrial complex,’ he said. Kennedy wanted to end the cold war in his second term. He wanted to call off the moon race in favor of cooperation with the Soviets. He signed a treaty with the Soviets to ban nuclear testing, he refused to invade Cuba in ’62, and he set out to withdraw from Vietnam. But that all ended on November 22, 1963.”

Footnote: - Bell Helicopter: In the early 1960’s, 1st National Bank of Boston had the Textron company as a major client. The bank advised Textron to take over a near-bankrupt company, recommending Bell because the helicopter market was bound to benefit from the developments in Southeast Asia [ Prouty, ‘Visions of a Kennedy Dynasty,’ Freedom, April-May, 1987]

Saturday, December 19, 2009

What' the Point?

 
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What's the point again?

JFK in Fort Worth a few hours before he was to die.

Whose the man in the background beside John Connally and LBJ?

http://www.dfwi.org/Content/General Worth Square Request For Proposals.pdf

On the drizzly morning of November 22, President Kennedy, unexpected and unannounced, stepped outside to greet a crowd of thousands that had gathered outside the hotel in the rain for the mere chance of seeing him. Over Secret Service objections, the President gave a short speech to the drenched but appreciative crowd.

While others wore trench coats and hats to shield them from the weather, President Kennedy did not bother. Instead, he spoke to the crowd in a suit and tie. Those in the crowd close to the President clamored to reach his hands. It is estimated that 8,000 people gathered to hear his brief and unexpected speech. Little did this diverse crowd of Fort Worthians know that their hopes and dreams of a new America would be dashed hours later at Dealy Plaza.

After he delivered his unscheduled outdoor speech, he returned to the hotel for the formal Chamber of Commerce breakfast appearance. He and Jacqueline retired to their room to prepare for his Dallas visit. As the motorcade departed from the Texas Hotel, no one realized anything other than the pleasure of his visit. As the thousands of admirers departed, they would return to their work and homes only to later realize the true significance of the President’s Fort Worth stay.

JFK and Mary P. Meyer

 
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Milford, Pennsylvania, September 24, 1963, President John F. Kennedy visits the family home of Mary Pinchot Meyer, where Grey Towers was donated to the U.S. Forest Service.

While at Milford, Kennedy met the staid, conservative, Republican mother of Mary Pinchot Meyer, whose political family went back generations and included a governor. Mary is seen here in the stripe dress. There are other pictues in this series, including one of them getting out of the helicopter.

David Talbot, in his book Brothers, described Mary P. Meyer as:

"...A free spirited blonde in her early forties, she was the product of the eccentric, blue-blooded Pinchot family. After divorcing the brainy, intense CIA propaganda master Cord Meyer, she had refashioned herself as a Georgetown bohemian, setting herself us pas a painter in a studio behind the Bradlee's N Street house."

"...They had met when they were both in prep school - the charming scrawny Choate senior had cut in on her while she was dancing with her date, William Atwood (who would later serve Kennedy on an important diplomatic mission), at a school dance in 1935. They met again in San Francisco after the war, when she accompanied her new husband to the United Nations founding conference, which Kennedy was covering for the Hearst papers. The two men took an instant dislike to each other, a mutual hostility that never faded away, even when the Meyers moved next door to Hickory Hill, which was first owned by Jack and his new bride before they sold it to Bobby and Ethel."

Cord Meyer had served in the US Marines and was wounded at Guam, his twin brother would die at Okinawa, and after the war he would form the American Veterans Committee, a liberal rival to the American Legion, and found the United World Federalists, which worked towards a world government.

Michael Paine's mother - Ruth Forbes Paine Young, Moscow reporter Priscilla Johnson and Walter Cronkite were also World Federalists.


The clock started clicking on this day, September 24, 1963, when things were set into motion that would lead to what happened at Dealey Plaza. From Milford, the President would fly to Wisconsin, the first part of his Conservation Tour, from where they would announce the President's trip to Texas in November, and Lee Harvey Oswald would leave New Orleans for Mexico City.

It was also the day that the CIA gave the "Valkyrie" briefing on Cuban covert actions to the Joint Chiefs of Staff, temporarily under the chairmanship of Air Force General Curtis LeMay ( While Taylor was in Vietnam).

LeMay would assign General Krulak to provide the CIA maritime raiders with whatever they needed.

All the forces that would lead to the President's assassination were put into motion on this day - September 24, 1963.

"Maurice Bishop" & David Atlee Phillips

 
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The man on the left is the sketch of "Maurice Bishop," the name of the shadowy covert action case officer who ran one of the leaders of Alpha 66.

David Atlee Phillips was a CIA covert action officer involved in Cuban operations.


Careers In Secret Operations – How to be a Federal Intelligence Officer. By David Atlee Phillips. (University Publications of America, Inc.; 44 North Market Street, Frederick, Maryland 21701).

Introduction

In the mid 1970s the U.S. intelligence community – the several agencies and departments that work with classified information and, in most cases, conduct secret operations – was subjected to a barrage of criticism, innuendo, and sensational media exposure. Intelligence officers found their previously romantic image tarnished. Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) and Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) agents were described by some and perceived by many as uncontrolled zealots, impervious to good judgment and engaged in every kind of trickery.

The new perception concerning those involved in espionage, counter intelligence, and “dirty tricks” was understandable, perhaps inevitable in a post-Vietnam, post-Watergate America. It was healthy that questionable actions by an agency or its personnel that may have threatened the basic values of our country, especially the rights of American citizens, were the subject of intensive scrutiny by the Congress and the public. At times the heat of the investigations, however, was so searing that I feared the U.S. intelligence establishment, certainly already damaged, might have been crippled.

The debate over this country’s clandestine operations reached its climax in 1975 in a high tide of confusion with the wreckage strewn over the Washington, D.C., landscape and on many foreign shores as well.

Any secret organization in a democratic society is a potential threat, but one, I am convinced, we must tolerate and control for the net gain. In May of 1975 I retired early from the CIA after twenty-five years as an intelligence officer, so I might be free to speak up for the “Silent Services” in the controversy over our nation’s secret operations. One of my principal concerns was that young people contemplating a career in government might hesitate to be associated with the CIA, FBI, or the other intelligence services. I feared the effectiveness of the intelligence community would decline precipitously (and dangerously) without the infusion of new blood from young applicants fresh out of American colleges and universities. Replenishment of ideas and outlooks is vital to any organization, and especially so in the case of government bureaucracies. My fears, however were ill-founded.

The development that precipitated the congressional investigations and the public brouhaha about the CIA was a front-page expose by journalist Seymour Hersh in the New York Times of December 22, 1974. The accuracy of the Hersh story and the characterization of CIA involvement in domestic operations as “massive” was subsequently the subject of considerable, and sometimes acrimonious, debate. One thing is certain. The Hersh revelations produced massive cracks in what had been up to that time a fairy monolithic intelligence establishment. The question for the future was simple: Would qualified young people choose to become intelligence officers in the face of such a conglomeration of truths, half-truths, and plain untruths?

Immediately after the Hersh story was published the number of applications for CIA employment tripled.

Why? A tight job market, perhaps? A more plausible explanation, I decided, was to be derived from the refrain, “I don’t care what you write about me as long as you spell my name correctly.” Apparently, increasing numbers of young people sought an opportunity to work in the challenging business of intelligence simply because they had learned something about it for the first time; thus, today, only those who survive intense competition obtain employment in government intelligence services…..

An early American agent, Nathan Hale, described intelligence as a “peculiar service.” (Most definitions of peculiar in the dictionary mean funny, odd, strange. Hale was employing a British definition: “A particular parish or church exempted from the jurisdiction of the ordinary or bishop in whose diocese it lies and is governed by another.”) Hale was a spy and was “hanged immediately” when his mission on Manhattan Island was uncovered in 1776.

Since Hale’s days, young Americans have looked for a future of excitement and daring in intelligence careers. I give early warning: James Bond is fictional. Intelligence work often involves the accumulation and assembling of bits and pieces of information into a meaningful mosaic- a tedious business at times. One intelligence veteran once remarked that the truth would be better serviced if the cloak-and-dagger symbol for espionage were changed to that of a typewriter and some three-by-five cards.

But it is also true that on occasion American intelligence agents must act-and react-like James Bond at the barricades. Those who seek foreign adventure will want to work in the Directorate of Operations of the CIA, also known as the Clandestine Service. Or they can find action in one of the several military departments that engage in secret operations and undercover work….In any of these areas, intelligence officers and their agents must live double lives and face danger. It can be a tough way to make a living.

For the less adventuresome, satisfying careers await in the overt side of the intelligence profession. The majority of American intelligence officers and employees do not engage in covert or clandestine activities: they are scholars, analysts, administrators, investigators, communicators, and housekeeping personnel. Unlike their covert colleagues, they identify themselves to friends, neighbors, and credit unions as being associated with intelligence. They enjoy a more normal life-style which is not as demanding of spouses and children as that of the clandestine operative.

In whatever sphere, intelligence is a rewarding career for anyone dedicated to public service, and the personal satisfaction can be substantial. This book will attempt to answer questions of those who contemplate an intelligence career and, for those who have decided to seek such an opportunity, to tell them how to go about entering the profession.

I. Questions and Answers about Intelligence

Q: I’ve been into drugs. Will I be hired?
A: It depends on the narcotic used, the frequency of use, and how recently you were into it. Experimental or on-and-off marijuana history will not faze interviewers.

Q: I’m gay. Does it matter?
A: Yes. U.S. intelligence agencies and departments do not now hire know homosexuals….

Q: Must American deep-cover agents abroad pay U.S. income taxes? If so, how do they do it without blowing their cover?
A: All Americans working for U.S. intelligence, whatever they are, must pay income tax. This sometimes requires the preparation of a special return that goes to a cleared unit of the IRS.

Q: I understand there are CIA officers in most American cities. How do I locate them?
A: You can find domestic CIA offices in the phone book.

Q: As a women, can I asked to use sex in intelligence work?
A: No. When cultivating a prospective agent, you will use a reasonable amount of charm in the process, as a man will. But I know of no case where an American women intelligence officer was asked to sleep with a potential agent, or where a female officer allowed herself to lose the authority and control essential to managing an agent by sharing his bed.

Q: Is it true that undercover agents and their families must lead double lives?
A: It goes with the territory. Concealing the truth is a necessary part of getting the job done overseas. And, to sustain cover, a life of duplicity must continue during tours in U.S. headquarters. An undercover agent must lie to his neighbors, his banker, and to most relatives. It’s not pleasant, but it is essential.

Q: How much do intelligence officers tell their spouses?
A: They keep their spouses briefed on what they are doing without going into detail. Even teen-age children, depending on the circumstances and maturity of the child, are told that their father or mother is an intelligence officer.

Q. How many “moles” are there in the CIA?
A: We would not know, of course, of a truly successful mole….

Q: Why hasn’t the CIA assassinated Philip Agee?
A: Two past CIA plots to kill men other than Agee misfired, so the agency seems to be clumsy when trying to assassinate….Certainly Agee would not be a target. Should a truck run over him tomorrow, the CIA will undoubtedly be blamed for the accident.

Q: Are James Bond adventure books accurate?
A: No.

Q: Do undercover families have higher divorce, alcoholism and suicide rates?
A: Divorce and alcoholism statistics are slightly higher than the national average. Suicides are less than the normal figure.

Q: Who watches the CIA?
A: Until recently, eight committees in Congress handled the job. That didn’t work because you can’t conduct secret operations in Bloomingdale’s window. Now the CIA reports to one committee in the Senate and a second one in the House of Representatives….

Q: Do CIA people really call the agency “the Company”?
A: Yes. And some call it “the Pickle Factory.”


XV The Intelligence Agent’s Language

Spies and counterspies have developed their own jargon, and uninitiated eavesdroppers would be baffled when listening to the dialog between intelligence operatives. ….The following narrative is about an imaginary CIA case officer, Jim Sears.

In his overseas operations, Jim Sears prepares to conduct his business by putting in the plumbing. The plumbing is the support structure that must be installed so that Jim’s intelligence activity can be carried out, usually by the establishment of a cover facility, emergency contact arrangements with agents, and secure ways to communicate with them.

In addition to his own cover – the installation or activity that explains Jim’s presence in a country abroad – he will need a safe house where he can meet his agents. This will be an office or apartment procured in such a manner that it cannot be linked to Jim or to the other agents who meet there clandestinely. He will also obtain one or more drops (e.g. a hole in an old tree, the tank of a public commode, a hollowed out brick) where he can deposit and retrieve communication from agents without actually meeting them. Jim Sears’ agents travel abroad, they may communicate with him by way of an accommodations address, a mail address, usually a post office box. Messages cached in a drop or sent to an accommodation address are usually in secret writing (SW), that is, written with an invisible substance, ranging from lemon juice to sophisticated chemicals that appear under certain conditions. If the agent is in another country where strict security conditions prevail, he may send his messages to Jim by radio. For maximum safety the agent will use a burst transmission – a preset message transmitted so quickly on an agent radio that it thwarts hostile direction finding surveillance.

As a case officer, Jim Sears is a manager of spies. Some of his agents are volunteers, walk-ins, usually foreigners who enter an embassy to offer their services. Others Jim must recruit with a pitch, the act of persuading a person to be an agent. If the subject is approached without prior cultivation, it is known as a cold pitch. A false flag recruitment involves a deliberate misrepresentation of one’s actual employer to achieve the recruitment. An English speaking KGB officer who pretends to be British, for instance, and approaches an agent-candidate would be attempting a false flag recruitment.

Jim Sears will be alert for someone who can serve as a principal agent, one who recruits and manages a network of subagents. He will also be on the lookout for one or more agents of influence, local personalities who can influence political developments or can manipulate an opinion maker. Jim will also attempt to recruit other agents for specialized tasks. One, for instance, might be a dangle, someone intentionally brought to the attention of a hostile intelligence service, as a device to learn more about the enemy. He may need an agent capable of installing a bug, a surreptitiously placed radio transmitter, in the headquarters of a local terrorists group. That would require a listening post, a secure area from which transmissions from the bug can be monitored.

In all his dealings with his agents, Jim Sears will adhere to strict tradecraft, the professional conduct that will prevent a flap, the publicity or controversy that ensues in the wake of a botched intelligence operation. He will be alert for a danger signal, an indicator that a clandestine meeting should be aborted, such as a chalk mark on a wall. Jim will be sure his agents carry the proper pocket litter, the misleading documents and materials an agent has to protect his identity and background should he be apprehended. He will frequently flutter or box his agents – conduct lie detector examinations. This is one of several precautions Jim will take to be sure his man or women has not become a double agent who is pretending loyalty to Jim while actually in the pay of another….Jim Sears will also be alert to the possibility his agent has become a fabricator who provides false information. If this is done consistently and in volume, the agents duplicity is known as a paper mill.

Jim Sears or one of his colleagues may sometimes be involved in black propaganda, an activity that claims to originate, falsely, with a real or imagined source. An example would be a clandestine radio broadcast supposedly made by jungle-based rebels. If no attribution is provided, such propaganda is described as gray.

Less interesting, but absolutely essential to intelligence work, is surveillance. Jim will spend much of his time overseas supervising the systematic observation or monitoring of places, persons, or things by visual, aural, electronic, photographic, or other means.

All of Jim Sears’s activities are undertaken so that he can produce intelligence. HUMIT, information from a person (i.e., human intelligence), is a major category of the product Jim sends back to CIA headquarters at Langley, Virginia…..

Good tradecraft demands that Jim dedicate himself to good counter-intelligence- an intelligence service’s activities to protect itself from attempts to weaken it or from hostile penetrations…Jim Sears uses the above words and terms (and dozens more) during his day on the intelligence beat.

Man on the Grassy Knoll

 


This is a sketch of the Man on the Grassy Knoll by Houston PD Lois Gibson as described by witnesses Malcolm Summers.
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Malcolm Summers ran to the knoll moments after the shooting. He related the following in the 1988 documentary Who Murdered JFK?:

"I ran across the--Elm Street to right there toward the knoll. It was there [pointing to a spot on the knoll]--and we were stopped by a man in a suit and he had an overcoat--over his arm and he, he, I saw a gun under that overcoat. And he--his comment was, "Don't you all come up here any further, you could get shot, or killed," one of those words. A few months later, they told me they didn't have an FBI man in that area. If they didn't have anybody, it's a good question who it was. " (Anderson 14)

Michael T. Griffith, 1996

http://www.jfklancer.com/ManWho.html

JFK Assassination Witness Summers Dies at 80
Mon Oct 18, 2004

http://slick.org/deathwatch/mailarchive/msg01513.html

DALLAS (Reuters) - Malcolm Summers, one of the closest eyewitnesses to the John F. Kennedy assassination, has died of a heart ailment at age of 80, a funeral home said on Monday.

Summers heard Jacqueline Kennedy and Texas Gov. John Connally scream from the presidential limousine as it rolled through Dealey Plaza in Dallas on Nov. 22, 1963.

Summers, who was just a few yards from the incident, can be seen on the famous movie of JFK assassination shot by amateur photographer Abraham Zapruder as the man diving to the ground as the shots rang out.

"I heard Connally say, 'They're going to kill us all!" or 'shoot us all!' I'm not sure which one on that deal. And then, I heard Jackie Kennedy scream out, 'Oh, God! No, no, no!' And it was a shrill. It was very sad to hear that when you think back," Summers said in an oral history recorded by the Sixth Floor Museum -- a Dallas museum dedicated to the JFK assassination.

Summers told police in a deposition at the time of the assassination he thought someone had set off a firecracker and hit the ground when he realized shots were being fired.

Conspiracy theorists, who do not believe accused presidential assassin Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone, have cited Summers as saying he saw suspicious characters in the Dealey Plaza area.

Summers was born in Dallas and died on Oct. 8.

Chicago Mobster Charles Nicoletti

 
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