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Authors: Jack Patterson
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sighed.
“Look, if I don’t have your permission to share these with the public when I go to write a story—if these documents are even newsworthy—then this is just a waste of time for both of us.”
Flynn abruptly stood up to leave.
“Now, now, Mr. Flynn. I didn’t say you couldn’t share the information. Only the documents can’t be broadcast or shown to anyone. However, he was a big fan of yours too and made a short video for you to watch. He never said anything about not showing it to anyone.”
With that last sentence, Mr. Moore gave Flynn a wink and turned on the television with the video apparently already cued up.
The video started with an introduction by Mr. Moore’s brother, who surprisingly was only ten days away from dying. He was rather lucid and appeared in good spirits as he began talking.
Hi, Mr. Flynn. My name is James Moore, but you likely know me as J. Walton Moore, a CIA agent based here in Dallas in the 1960s. As I near death, I think it’s important that the world know the truth about cover stories I told when deposed by the Warren Commission and the House Select Committee on Assassinations.
I first met George de Mohrenschildt at a charity event in Dallas in early 1962. At the time, he believed it was a chance meeting, but it was nothing of the sort. I had been tasked by the Deputy Director of Plans, Mr. Richard Helms, to make contact with Mr. de Mohrenschildt and deploy him as an asset for Central Intelligence. I was unsure the extent of Mr. Helm’s plans for our new asset. However, I was instructed to introduce him to Lee Harvey Oswald when he and his wife first moved to Dallas in the spring of 1963.
The agency helped arrange for Mr. de Mohrenschildt to win a government contract with Haiti, deploying him there with the express purpose of gathering intel on the movements of Francois Duvalier’s relatively new government. Anybody cozying up to Fidel Castro in those days came under intense scrutiny from the agency.
Just before Mr. de Mohrenschildt moved to Haiti in June of 1963, I met with him and Helms in Washington to go over protocol for delivering intelligence. Mr. de Mohrenschildt moved away and never reported much of anything until he returned to the United States in 1967.
Officially, Mr. de Mohrenschildt never met Oswald again. That’s agency speak for “yes they did meet, but I’m not going to tell you about it.” In mid September, Mr. de Mohrenschildt took a trip to Mexico City and just so happened to run into Lee Harvey Oswald. I have no idea what they discussed, but I do know other more well known assassins were rumored to be present at the meeting.
Ultimately, because of Mr. de Mohrenschildt’s detailed knowledge of the events and activities that happened around the President’s assassination, the CIA resurrected Project Artichoke to keep him from talking. Under the influence of a special cocktail of drugs, Mr. de Mohrenschildt took his own life before he could speak with the House Select Committee on Assassinations in 1977.
This is not something I’m proud of, but I couldn’t go to my grave without telling the truth, something Mr. de Mohrenschildt never had the opportunity to do himself.
Thank you for your time.
The screen faded to black, but Flynn, mouth agape, still stared at it. It was easily the most powerful admission he had ever seen or heard. Shocking Flynn was not easy to do. He carried more secrets than he ever had time to divulge, some of which could start wars between nations. But this? This deathbed confession supplanted anything at the top of his list for jaw-dropping moments.
“Has anyone else seen this?” Flynn asked.
“Nope. And I was under specific instructions to show it to you first,” Mr. Moore said. “My brother was hoping that maybe you’d be able to use this during one of your television appearances when you talked about it. He even made a copy for you.”
Mr. Moore shoved a DVD into Flynn’s hands along with a written
“Look, if I don’t have your permission to share these with the public when I go to write a story—if these documents are even newsworthy—then this is just a waste of time for both of us.”
Flynn abruptly stood up to leave.
“Now, now, Mr. Flynn. I didn’t say you couldn’t share the information. Only the documents can’t be broadcast or shown to anyone. However, he was a big fan of yours too and made a short video for you to watch. He never said anything about not showing it to anyone.”
With that last sentence, Mr. Moore gave Flynn a wink and turned on the television with the video apparently already cued up.
The video started with an introduction by Mr. Moore’s brother, who surprisingly was only ten days away from dying. He was rather lucid and appeared in good spirits as he began talking.
Hi, Mr. Flynn. My name is James Moore, but you likely know me as J. Walton Moore, a CIA agent based here in Dallas in the 1960s. As I near death, I think it’s important that the world know the truth about cover stories I told when deposed by the Warren Commission and the House Select Committee on Assassinations.
I first met George de Mohrenschildt at a charity event in Dallas in early 1962. At the time, he believed it was a chance meeting, but it was nothing of the sort. I had been tasked by the Deputy Director of Plans, Mr. Richard Helms, to make contact with Mr. de Mohrenschildt and deploy him as an asset for Central Intelligence. I was unsure the extent of Mr. Helm’s plans for our new asset. However, I was instructed to introduce him to Lee Harvey Oswald when he and his wife first moved to Dallas in the spring of 1963.
The agency helped arrange for Mr. de Mohrenschildt to win a government contract with Haiti, deploying him there with the express purpose of gathering intel on the movements of Francois Duvalier’s relatively new government. Anybody cozying up to Fidel Castro in those days came under intense scrutiny from the agency.
Just before Mr. de Mohrenschildt moved to Haiti in June of 1963, I met with him and Helms in Washington to go over protocol for delivering intelligence. Mr. de Mohrenschildt moved away and never reported much of anything until he returned to the United States in 1967.
Officially, Mr. de Mohrenschildt never met Oswald again. That’s agency speak for “yes they did meet, but I’m not going to tell you about it.” In mid September, Mr. de Mohrenschildt took a trip to Mexico City and just so happened to run into Lee Harvey Oswald. I have no idea what they discussed, but I do know other more well known assassins were rumored to be present at the meeting.
Ultimately, because of Mr. de Mohrenschildt’s detailed knowledge of the events and activities that happened around the President’s assassination, the CIA resurrected Project Artichoke to keep him from talking. Under the influence of a special cocktail of drugs, Mr. de Mohrenschildt took his own life before he could speak with the House Select Committee on Assassinations in 1977.
This is not something I’m proud of, but I couldn’t go to my grave without telling the truth, something Mr. de Mohrenschildt never had the opportunity to do himself.
Thank you for your time.
The screen faded to black, but Flynn, mouth agape, still stared at it. It was easily the most powerful admission he had ever seen or heard. Shocking Flynn was not easy to do. He carried more secrets than he ever had time to divulge, some of which could start wars between nations. But this? This deathbed confession supplanted anything at the top of his list for jaw-dropping moments.
“Has anyone else seen this?” Flynn asked.
“Nope. And I was under specific instructions to show it to you first,” Mr. Moore said. “My brother was hoping that maybe you’d be able to use this during one of your television appearances when you talked about it. He even made a copy for you.”
Mr. Moore shoved a DVD into Flynn’s hands along with a written
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