On the evening of June 5, 1998, the thirtieth anniversary of the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy, I was invited to speak on a panel at the Unitarian Church in Santa Monica. The other members of that panel were Larry Teeter, Attorney for Sirhan Sirhan; Lynn Mangan, Sirhan's chief researcher and Adele Sirhan, his brother. At that time I disclosed in public, for the first time, what I knew about LAPD's role in Bobby Kennedy's assassination and the ugly and well documented CIA truth behind it. I was only seventeen the night Bobby was shot but, as time would prove, I would wind up closer to his killers than I could ever have dreamed.

After all I had been through in what was then fifteen years of exposing CIA's deep role in the drug trade, I had no knowledge how closely my life was tied in with Bobby's death. It was not until Jonn Christian, co-author of THE ASSASSINATION OF ROBERT F. KENNEDY with former FBI Agent Bill Turner sought me out that I began to discover what has been, for me, the most haunting of truths about my own experience.

Jonn found me shortly after PEOPLE Magazine ran a story about me and my years of struggle against CIA. As the L.A. County Press Spokesman for the Perot Campaign in 1992 I had attracted a lot of attention. I had spoken to Perot before about CIA and Jonn had been desperately trying to reach him. By the time Jonn found me the campaign was all but over and he, like I, soon lost faith in the floppy eared Texan. But Jonn was, and is, not a quitter. He revealed to me that he had in his possession, all thirteen volumes of LAPD's RFK investigation, unredacted, and we started talking.

He began mentioning names from LAPD, which jarred me because they were people I knew quite well. Some had been involved with CIA's protection of drug dealers and the CIA. In 1993 I went to Montana with Jonn and a retired LAPD Sergeant who had been first at the scene that night. Together we spent several days pouring over original records from LAPD and we discovered how time lines had been altered, records changed and the movement of key LAPD personnel concealed both before and after the shooting. Jonn possessed other, irrefutable time line evidence from major broadcast outlets which did not match the records LAPD had inserted into the case. LAPD's own radio transmissions, all time coded, did not match up with what was in their reports. We grasped that Lt. Manny Pena, the Officer-in-Charge of Special Unit Senator had not only committed a crime, but a cover-up which kept getting uglier and uglier.

Manny Pena had left LAPD a year or so before the shooting and gone to work for the Agency for International Development only to "change his mind" and return just in time to handle the cover-up of Bobby's murder by CIA, in conjunction with the LAPD.

The simplest way to lay out what I learned by examining the files is to lay out a little chart sequence for you as I describe the people in LAPD who touched me and who were a part of the conspiracy to kill Bobby. The only other thing I need to add is that my mother had been a cryptographer for the NSA, my father had been first an Air Force officer and then a key figure in the development of the Titan IIIC which put up all of the CIA's Keyhole spy satellites. My father's cousin Barbara and her husband Sam are both retired from CIA. Sam had been OSS during the Second World War.

Sergeant Don Tudor - Don was a Venice Patrol Sergeant when I started there. On the night of June 5 he had been assigned to METRO Division and had assigned key METRO personnel to Central Receiving Hospital. He was in the immediate vicinity when Bobby was shot. Don got me involved in my first personnel complaint against another officer, which resulted in my immediate transfer out of Venice, and into Rampart Division.

Lt. Tackaberry - A Venice Division Watch Commander had been Lt. Tackaberry of METRO Division, on duty and in the field on the night of June 5. He directed METRO personnel to the Ambassador as Rampart Division officers tried to broadcast descriptions of suspects other than Sirhan. Tackaberry authorized my first ride-alongs as a civilian with LAPD field units.

Sgt. Dave Brath - One afternoon, as I was working at the Accident Investigation Division out of LAPD's Parker Center the phone rang and I was immediately assigned for a special project in Chief Ed Davis' office under the supervision of Brath. Dave wrote me a lengthy commendation which "drew" me to the attention of Commander Carroll Kirby. Dave Brath had been one of the three principal authors of the SUS report and had handled or reported about every key piece of evidence in Sirhan's frame up.

Commander Carroll Kirby - Shortly after receiving the commendation from Brath, Commander Kirby reported reading a survey response I had written. I was immediately transferred into the Inspection and Control Section of the Office of the Chief of Police. Among other members of Kirby's staff was a Senior Administrative Assistant who had worked in SUS. On the night of June 5^th, 1968 Kirby had been the Captain Commanding LAPD's Communications Division. He had shown up at the Ambassador Hotel, unexpectedly a few minutes after Bobby was shot and just as a nine-minute unexplained radio blackout had prevented officers from broadcasting descriptions of the girl in the polka dot dress and others who had been involved in Kennedy's murder. In 1993 I got to listen to those tapes and I saw how evidence had been destroyed, time lines altered and a conspiracy concealed.

Sgt. Carl Thompson - It was Carl Thompson who supervised my first loan into Wilshire Division Narcotics as a policeman. Carl had taught me about the Narcotics Intelligence Network (which was, I latter found out, how CIA protected their own drug operations). Carl also knew my fiancée Teddy who directly exposed me to CIA drug trafficking and tried to recruit me to work for CIA while I was a police officer. Because I was promoting so rapidly, the chances were that I would promote (with help) into a spot where I could directly assist CIA. When I found out that drugs were involved I categorically refused and Teddy left me. Carl Thompson had been a detective in SUS and he had joined LAPD after leaving the highly secret Army Security Agency. He is named in my written testimony for Congress.

Detective III Lee Goforth - Teddy had frequently talked of Lee as she talked about CIA operations. Lee was a powerful man in LAPD and the Department's assigned rep to the Law Enforcement Intelligence Unit (LEIU). Lee was also a Brigadier General in the California National Guard. It was Lee Goforth I was assigned to work with after Teddy left me and it was Lee Goforth who suggested, along with his partner Norman Bonneau that I was likely having mental problems after I came back from New Orleans and reported that I had seen CIA dealing drugs.

On the night of June 5^th, 1968 Lee Goforth had been Ethel Kennedy's bodyguard.

There were 76 witnesses in the pantry the night Bobby was killed. Not one of them gave a statement which agreed with LAPD's final report. Rosie Greer didn't agree because he never gave a statement to the Grand Jury. Two LAPD detectives wrote a report, which said that they went to his house to get him and his wife reported he had left town the night before. The detective who wrote the report was Bill Rathburn who rose to become a Deputy Chief in LAPD and later became Chief of Police in Dallas, Texas. Bill Rathburn also handled security for the 1996 Olympic games in Atlanta.

Tom Nogouchi's autopsy on RFK stated unequivocally that the shot which killed RFK was fired "from less than one to more than three inches directly behind his right ear." Every soul in the pantry that night stated categorically that Sirhan never got closer than three feet to Bobby and was always directly in front of him.

I could spend hours telling you about what I learned going through LAPD's terrible investigation and lousy subsequent cover-up. I could tell you that key LAPD people were moving into place before Bobby was shot. I could take LAPD's own documents and prove them to guilty of conspiracy to commit murder. But I want to keep this simple.

To this day Sirhan Sirhan has absolutely no recollection of the events that night. He was hypnotized and he was a patsy, firing loud blanks to distract the witnesses from the real assassin, Eugene Thane Cesar. Please, somebody sue me! Let’s go to court.

Does CIA produce mind-controlled assassins? Well, aside from the reams of material released under the FOIA from CIA's files, which say that they do, stop for a minute and look at one LAPD document from SUS files. Sirhan Sirhan was hypno-programmed using hypnosis, drugs, and torture by, among others, the Reverend Jerry Owen and CIA mind control specialist William Bryan. They hypno-programmed Sirhan at a stable where he worked months before the shooting. Also working there, at the same time, was Thomas Bremer, the brother of Arthur Bremer who, in 1972, shot Presidential Contender George Wallace. Read it for yourself and ask yourself what you believe about the existence of democracy in this country and what you believe about the fate of ANY Presidential candidate not sanctioned by the powers that be before the "race" is run.

POST SCRIPT: My good friend, Captain John McCarthy, US Army Special Forces (ret.) tells me that the CIA acronym MK-ULTRA officially stands for Manufacturing Killers Utilizing Lethal Tradecraft Requiring Assassination. John should know. He ran Assassination teams out of Saigon for CIA during the Vietnam War and was subsequently prosecuted for a murder he did NOT commit to ensure his silence about CIA's secrets.During his tours and at his trial John dealt direclty with the likes of Ted Shackley, John Singlaub and William Colby. He is just another Green Beret who followed orders and got screwed for it

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Doesn't it seem strange than an Investigative Summary I wrote in 1994 is now the official military record of a man who died in 1990 and who the Army says is still on active duty?

With more than fifty pages of hard documentation I was able to reconstruct the life and times of a CIA operative who was undercover at NYPD for twenty years, whose brother did LSD research for the CIA and who, when his daughter got married, had separate reception rooms for the Mafia and NYPD and CIA.

Among the Mafia guests at the wedding were Santo Trafficante and Pauly Castellano.

According to several members of Carone's family, the names North, Secord, Bush, Casey, Abrams and many other familiar names were household words before Carone died of "chemical toxicity of unknown etiology" in 1990. Is there documentation to suuport this?

Absolutely! Among other things Carone's personal phone book lists the home addresses and telephone numbers of CIA Director William Casey and Gambino crime boss Pauly Castellano on the same page. I have held it in my hands.

Increasing evidence, some recently obtained from Europe, confirms that Carone traveled about the world in conjunction with his partner, James Robert Strauss, disbursing drug profits to pay for all of the covert operations being simultaneously run by Ollie North and George Bush. Travel documents in my possession, and which are a part of my official Carone report, show that, sometimes as often as every other day, Strauss, who was a local insurance broker in New Mexico, made trips to London, Hong Kong, Jedda, Kuala Lumpur, Jakarta, New Orleans, the Bahamas, Dharan, Lisbon, Paris, Sydney, Durban, Johannesburg and many other cities.

In the last year I have obtained statements from insurance executives who worked with and then fired Strauss because of his ongoing involvement with drugs and unexplained absences.

Carone, who had been a CIA bagman and connected with the French Connection and Prince of the City cases would routinely leave duties as an NYPD detective in the 1970s, don the uniform of an Army major and hop military flights all over the world. After retiring and moving to New Mexico in 1980 he continued these efforts at a frenzied pace, laundering and dispersing CIA's cocaine profits all over the world by his own words, "at the direction of Oliver North" who, he said, used the alias John Caffey.

Some of Carone's other personal records show a close relationship to almost every Board member of the CIA drug bank Nugan-Hand and grow even more detailed on the subject of CIA's long time money handler Paul Helliwell.

Sources in Britain tell me that one of those projects was for the ostensible task of recovering US POWs held in Russia. (MORE ON THIS SUBJECT IN THE JULY ISSUE) In early 1997, when Oliver North appeared live on CNN with talk show host Joe Maddison, who is doing a terrific job of keeping the drug story hot, Ollie blatantly challenged Maddison or anyone to "Tell me where the money went." I was instantly on the call-in line but could not get through. Maybe next time.

It is now a fairly well documented story that DEA Agent Kiki Camarena was murdered while chasing down the CIA protected drug ring of Miguel Felix-Gallardo and Raphael Caro-Quintero. Carone returned from Mexico in 1985, at the same time Kiki was murdered, and told his family that he had lost his stomach for covert work because a DEA agent had been murdered as a result of his CIA operations. It was shortly after that that Carone became ill and started babbling to his family who were careful to secrete key records.

What becomes still more interesting about Carone is that immediately after his death all official records on him disappeared from NYPD, the Army and even the New Mexico DMV. Simply stated he never existed after World War II. Forget that I have photographs of him in uniform as both a Major and a full Colonel.

Carone was buried in a New Mexico military cemetery with the rank of Staff Sergeant. His pensions and bank accounts disappeared. His driver's license disappeared and even his life insurance policies disappeared.

When I first met with the family I advised them that, to my knowledge, there was only one person who could help them. That was none other than the infamous CIA Blond Ghost, Ted Shackley, who had been a principal in every CIA covert operation from the Bay of Pigs through Iran-Contra. Always, where CIA has touched drugs one finds Shackley's footprints.

Less than ten days after Carone's daughter contacted Shackley his headstone was changed from Staff Sergeant to full Colonel. No monies were returned but Shackley did quite clearly admit to having known Carone.

Now consider these additional facts:

The daughter of Col. Ed Cutolo, of the Cutolo affidavit, instantly recognized a photograph of Al Carone as a frequent visitor to her childhood home.

Bill Tyree (See Above) states that not only did he know Carone but he worked with Carone on many CIA missions and that Carone was "the paymaster" for those missions.

The circles grow closer and closer because, as time will tell, the people who have stolen our government are a very small circle indeed.

Oh, and by the way, the reason that the Army lists a dead man as still being on active duty is that because as long as they show him as living, all of his records, including my report which is now his official military history, are exempt from disclosure.

On Saturday, June 13th I was privileged to give an hour and a half lecture at the University of California at Berkeley as part of UC's Upward Bound Program for underprivileged high school students. This was my eighth college venue and probably the one which holds the most significance for me.

In the early seventies, while I was a conservative Republican at UCLA, appearing at college demonstrations was a part of my duties as a Police Student Worker with LAPD, not a part of my willingness to speak out about the war. While I understood what was happening after Kent State, and even secretly sympathized while listening to Crosby, Stills and Nash, Dylan and The Doors, like a dutiful product of a machine geared to produce reliable products, I believed that raucous protest was never an answer.

In those days I still believed, fundamentally, that the people who ruled this country were good and would never engage in evil behavior and that surely, if sane people (like me) got inside the system, reason and good intentions would prevail.

In those days I thought of Berkeley as a haven for hedonists, crazies and lazies, perhaps motivated by altruism, but certainly devoid of common sense.

So I had a deep sense of irony and closure as I flew to Berkeley to talk to a hundred and fifty high school kids from the US and seven countries. The irony grew deeper, sweeter and more humbling when I realized that they, undergoing a six-week summer program, seemed more conditioned than I was 28 years ago. Now I was a 47 year old radical, crazy, anti-establishment speaker and they were the programmed products.

But the pay off was real. As I progressed in my history of CIA involvement with drug dealing I saw them, if only for a moment, start to question a few "givens" that were no longer so "given". I saw them start to think for themselves. I saw that many of them were troubled by what I said and I knew that I was planting seeds which would sprout back into their consciousness as time passed. I watched them start to take notes and I saw that the next day I had several more hits on my web page from UC computers.

I never get paid a lot of money. But I will speak anywhere I am asked. That is because I believe that the greatest gift any speaker can give an audience is to increase their ability to think for themselves; to challenge "spoon fed" notions of cultural and moral values; and to help them find, within themselves, a moral and intellectual compass which neither man nor manna can influence.