often said that Kennedy was elected because of how he looked -
the all-American boy, the stand-up guy, the clean-cut military man. He was the
personification of all our mothers' sons, the boy our fathers wanted us to be,
and we identified with him. They killed him, they killed us, one and the same
thing, and with that single, simple action they took away our identity and our
vision. They managed to do to an entire nation what they had been doing to
individuals for years. It was their greatest coup, a moment of sheer
brilliance, and it made them feel bold and brave and committed to continuing
their plan to introduce the New World Order. They even advertise themselves on
the back of a dollar bill. The Eye In The Pyramid, the symbol of enclosed awareness,
and beneath it those same words in Latin, New World Order. Even George
Washington knew these people existed, and when he was asked about them he said
they held diabolical tenets, and that their objective was a separation of the
people from their government. Well, they succeeded, succeeded beyond their own
wildest dreams, and the government behind the government is healthier and more
robust than it ever was.'
Schembri
leaned forward, his voice hushed. 'Ku Klux Klan, same shit you got yourself
into, kid… they're inside it, all through that stuff.'
I
felt my eyes widen. I attempted to ask a question, to elicit something further
from him, but he just went on talking as if I wasn't there.
'And
they hated Kennedy, hated him for speaking to Martin Luther King and Ralph
Abernathy, for sending Federal Marshals down to the University of Mississippi
back in September of '62. A man called Prescott Bush, Senator from Connecticut,
best buddies with National Security Director Gordon Gray, he was straight out
of the Order of Skull & Bones at Yale, both of them playing golf with
Eisenhower. And Prescott's lawyer, John Foster Dulles, was Secretary of State,
and Dulles' brother Alan was head of the CIA. Gray was made head of the
Psychological Strategy Board in 1951, and then he was assistant to Eisenhower
for national security affairs. Gray sat between Ike and the CIA and all the
U.S. military forces. Gray was charged with protecting Eisenhower from any
backlash encountered from CIA covert operations. Nixon's connections to Bush
went back to '46.'
Schembri
sighed and shook his head resignedly.
'Prescott
Bush put an ad in a Los Angeles newspaper for the Orange County Republican
Party. They wanted a young man to run for Congress. Nixon applied and got the
job. He became Vice-President in 1952. In 1960 our friend Nixon was securing
funds for his run at the presidency. There beside him was Prescott Bush,
Congressman Gerald Ford and Prescott's son, George Bush. When Nixon got in in
'68 it was payback time. He made Prescott's son, George, Chairman of the
Republican National Committee and ambassador to China.'
Schembri
frowned, leaned forward.
'And
here we are, a handful of years later, and evidently Mr. Richard Milhous Nixon
upset someone badly, because they took him out too. Bullshit Watergate, they
have always and forever been in each other's pockets. They record everything,
they swap tapes at Christmas for Christ's sake, the Intelligence Community is
the Intelligence Community… . National Security, CIA, Division Five of
the FBI, the Justice Department, the Attorney General's Office, Office of Naval
Intelligence, they're all the same goddamned thing. Nixon pissed someone off,
they take him out; Gerald Ford steps in and does whatever Nixon wouldn't, and
everything comes back to battery.'
Schembri
nodded as if acknowledging himself, and spent a minute or so eating.
I
wanted to ask something… anything. What did he know about the Ku Klux Klan?
What had he heard about me and why I was there? Did he know Nathan? Did he
understand what had happened? I had so many questions crowding my mind they
seemed to bottleneck. I
the all-American boy, the stand-up guy, the clean-cut military man. He was the
personification of all our mothers' sons, the boy our fathers wanted us to be,
and we identified with him. They killed him, they killed us, one and the same
thing, and with that single, simple action they took away our identity and our
vision. They managed to do to an entire nation what they had been doing to
individuals for years. It was their greatest coup, a moment of sheer
brilliance, and it made them feel bold and brave and committed to continuing
their plan to introduce the New World Order. They even advertise themselves on
the back of a dollar bill. The Eye In The Pyramid, the symbol of enclosed awareness,
and beneath it those same words in Latin, New World Order. Even George
Washington knew these people existed, and when he was asked about them he said
they held diabolical tenets, and that their objective was a separation of the
people from their government. Well, they succeeded, succeeded beyond their own
wildest dreams, and the government behind the government is healthier and more
robust than it ever was.'
Schembri
leaned forward, his voice hushed. 'Ku Klux Klan, same shit you got yourself
into, kid… they're inside it, all through that stuff.'
I
felt my eyes widen. I attempted to ask a question, to elicit something further
from him, but he just went on talking as if I wasn't there.
'And
they hated Kennedy, hated him for speaking to Martin Luther King and Ralph
Abernathy, for sending Federal Marshals down to the University of Mississippi
back in September of '62. A man called Prescott Bush, Senator from Connecticut,
best buddies with National Security Director Gordon Gray, he was straight out
of the Order of Skull & Bones at Yale, both of them playing golf with
Eisenhower. And Prescott's lawyer, John Foster Dulles, was Secretary of State,
and Dulles' brother Alan was head of the CIA. Gray was made head of the
Psychological Strategy Board in 1951, and then he was assistant to Eisenhower
for national security affairs. Gray sat between Ike and the CIA and all the
U.S. military forces. Gray was charged with protecting Eisenhower from any
backlash encountered from CIA covert operations. Nixon's connections to Bush
went back to '46.'
Schembri
sighed and shook his head resignedly.
'Prescott
Bush put an ad in a Los Angeles newspaper for the Orange County Republican
Party. They wanted a young man to run for Congress. Nixon applied and got the
job. He became Vice-President in 1952. In 1960 our friend Nixon was securing
funds for his run at the presidency. There beside him was Prescott Bush,
Congressman Gerald Ford and Prescott's son, George Bush. When Nixon got in in
'68 it was payback time. He made Prescott's son, George, Chairman of the
Republican National Committee and ambassador to China.'
Schembri
frowned, leaned forward.
'And
here we are, a handful of years later, and evidently Mr. Richard Milhous Nixon
upset someone badly, because they took him out too. Bullshit Watergate, they
have always and forever been in each other's pockets. They record everything,
they swap tapes at Christmas for Christ's sake, the Intelligence Community is
the Intelligence Community… . National Security, CIA, Division Five of
the FBI, the Justice Department, the Attorney General's Office, Office of Naval
Intelligence, they're all the same goddamned thing. Nixon pissed someone off,
they take him out; Gerald Ford steps in and does whatever Nixon wouldn't, and
everything comes back to battery.'
Schembri
nodded as if acknowledging himself, and spent a minute or so eating.
I
wanted to ask something… anything. What did he know about the Ku Klux Klan?
What had he heard about me and why I was there? Did he know Nathan? Did he
understand what had happened? I had so many questions crowding my mind they
seemed to bottleneck. I
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