BK NOTES: This is dated over a year ago, but is just making the rounds.I believe LBJ did know who killed JFK, and it wasn't him, but he knew them. I don't believe Oswald was a full fledged Cajun, like my friend Paul - Pablo - a Louisiana pharmacist and friend of Marina. But I will ask him.There are a number of Israel connections - the primary one being Oswald's boss at the Minsk radio factory - who was Jewish, working for an American international company in South America when he moved to the USSR. Oswald dated and fell in love with his daughter Ella German, who this article says is still alive and living in Israel. Jack Ruby in particular, expressed concern the assassination would give Jews a bad name - possibly because of the Weinstein ad in the paper. Weinsteain should be asked about his if he appears as scheduled at the Dallas Texas Theater opening of the new documentary film "Truth Is Our Only Client" - that I will review as soon as I get a chance to see it.]
Times of Israel AUG 6, 2018, 10:32 AM
Dov Ivry
LBJ Knew
Who Killed JFK
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An event
of major historical importance occurred last fall and was totally ignored. It’s
understandable, news has been going at a frantic pace, almost subsumed by fake
news, embodied in probably the biggest hoax in history, the Russian collusion
delusion and the Mueller witch hunt.
The US
released the latest batch of documents on the JFK assassination. In there was a
statement attributed to LBJ that he knew who killed JFK. And he got it right.
When the
assassination occurred, I was working for the newspaper in my home town, Saint
John, NB, Canada. My first reaction was, “that damn woman actually did it.”
It’s not
my country so I never paid any more attention to this until a couple of years
ago. I was doing a follow-up for a book on a major international mutual
funds company IOS Ltd. into which vast sums of money had vanished. It was
headquartered in Saint John. The number two guy was associated with the
Montreal mafia. He had been in New Orleans in 1963 buying a carbine “to kill
Kennedy.” Someone commented “well, all roads to the assassination led through
the Montreal mafia.”
Since
this event had been dumped into my backyard I decided to look into it. It just
so happened that I knew something about Louisiana as well. Lee Harvey Oswald
was a Cajun via his mother. I know Cajuns. They originated in Nova Scotia where
I was born and as Acadians, they are 40 per cent of NB’s population. I
traveled all through Louisiana interviewing Cajuns for a magazine article
once. Cajuns don’t do stuff like Oswald was accused of. They are good people,
as the rule.
I would
find out later that a significant number of Americans had the same initial
reaction as I had when the assassination occurred. They wrote to the FBI
imploring them to check out that woman.
The
bottom line is that the CIA under JFK had been bumping off leading political
figures all over the globe: Lumumba, Trujillo, Hammarskjöld, Diem. He finally
messed with the one woman in the world you did not mess with and hope to live
to tell the tale.
Oswald
was a marine who was sent to the military intelligence spy school in Nag’s
Head, NC. He got into the Soviet Union, worked under the CIA using the code
name “Harvey of Minsk.” He fell in love with a Jewish girl Ella German, asked
her to marry him, she declined, so he decided to come home grabbing Marina, a
party girl from Leningrad on the rebound, and married her. Ella German, who is
now in Israel, would say that if he had waited just a bit, she would have
married him, and then of course, all history changes. There would have been no
patsy to pin the assassination on and they may have exposed the actual culprits
at the time.
Oswald
continued his work as a CIA agent and despite living in Dallas, New Orleans,
and Dallas, he was attached to the Los Angeles branch.
He was
asked to form a pro-Castro group, Fair Play for Cuba Committee (FPCC), but not
to recruit members. When he distributed leaflets in New Orleans and they
thought he should be surrounded by “members,” they sent out agents from LA. A
photo appeared in 2016 in the National Enquirer of Oswald with these agents
plus Rafael Cruz, father of Sen. Ted Cruz. He was a Cuban émigré, not living in
California, but because the purpose of the exercise was to try to smoke out
Cuban agents coming off ships, they thought it would be appropriate to add a
Spanish speaker to the group. A letter exists of the LA branch requesting the
New Orleans branch not to let the names of its agents leak out. In 2004, Hunter
Leake, then number 2 in the New Orleans CIA branch, said he was Oswald’s
paymaster.
The CIA
and the mob were all mixed up together on a you scratch my back, I’ll scratch
yours basis. In Miami, for example, the CIA owned 50 businesses and they would
hire mobsters to manage some and they went on the CIA payroll, available for
other kinds of business as well.
Oswald
was an exceptionally good asset because he was regarded as part of the family
in the New Orleans mob headed by Carlos Marcello, who also ran the Dallas
operation. Oswald’s uncle Dutz worked for Marcello. In addition to that Oswald
received a monthly retainer from the FBI as an informant and he tipped them off
to a gunrunning operation just before he was arrested in the assassination.
(Dutz’s daughter was also a CIA agent but she was always overseas.)
Oswald
in working for the CIA and in tight with the mob knew too much. He knew
everything. Framing him as the patsy was not enough; he had to be silenced
immediately.
The
assignment fell to Jack Ruby, who was the Dallas liaison for the Chicago mob,
as documented by the Kefauver commission. Ruby admitted as much on his
deathbed. He gave a note to Deputy Sheriff Al Maddox, which said, “it was a
conspiracy” and “my role was to silence Oswald.”
Maddox came forward in 1996.
Ruby had been a hitman in the Chicago mob before WWII and his best friend
remained their top gun David (“The Executioner”) Yaras, whom he last talked to
Nov. 21, the day before the JFK assassination.
The
frame-up of Oswald was accomplished by killing a cop J. D. Tippit a half-hour
after the JFK assassination. Someone shot Tippit three times and then walked
over, as was the mob custom, and put a bullet in his brain. Next someone handed
a fake Oswald wallet to a plainclothes cop. No one saw who that someone was.
The wallet was filled with documents manufactured by the CIA including a
draft card with a photo of Oswald, even though draft cards
did not have photos. Oswald’s actual wallet was taken from him at his arrest
not long after, but that would vanish, and only the fake wallet went to the FBI
in Washington.
Oswald
himself was seen standing a mile away at a bus stop three minutes before the
shooting and if he could not run a three-minute mile knowing where the finish
line was, he could not have been at the scene of the crime.
Oswald
had been told by military intelligence that if he ever were in serious trouble
to call John Hurt in Raleigh, NC. The night after his arrest he asked to call
John Hurt. The Secret Service told the operator not to put the call through.
Oswald was killed the next day so he never got a second chance to make that
call.
The
woman who orchestrated the assassination was Tran Le Xuan, better known as Mme.
Nhu.
This is
the document that came out in the latest batch quoting a former CIA director.
Richard
Helms: “President Johnson used to go around saying that the reason
President Kennedy was assassinated was that he had assassinated President
Diem.”
That is
100 per cent correct. LBJ kept it quiet because it would have caused trouble
for him in the war in Vietnam and he already had enough trouble.
Diem was
president of Vietnam and his brother Nhu was his second-in-command. Since Diem
was unmarried, Mme. Nhu was the first lady in that country. When those two were
killed, she became the head of the family.
Two
others beside LBJ figured it out. The first was the KGB. They knew Oswald from
the time he was in the USSR. He could not hit the broad side of barn from three
feet. He went rabbit hunting and never hit a rabbit. Every marine who served
with him said the same thing. The KGB also knew that Mme. Nhu had come to them
and asked how much they would take to shoot Kennedy. Khrushchev sent back a
message, tell that woman to get lost. The second was James Arthur Duff, a
Canadian who ran an espionage ring in China against the Japanese during WWII.
When the Communists took over, he just wandered the world for the rest of his
life, although no one can say who he was working for, an exceptionally
well-informed man. He ran into Dick Russell, a JFK researcher, in the Middle
East in 1971 and told him, Mme. Nhu did it.
Mme. Nhu
was in the US when her husband was killed Nov. 2. The next day she gave a
speech, which was more like a primal scream than a speech. It boiled down to
this message to JFK: “You live by the sword. You shall die by the sword.” She
was a woman of her word.
The
motive for the assassination was crystal clear. Tit-for-tat. You kill my
husband. I’ll kill you. She rubbed it in in her letter of “condolence” to his
missus, Jackie.
Mme.
Nhu: “I do not know you, but you must understand now what a wife feels
when told that her husband has been brutally done to death. What has come to
you is only one effect of the frightful injustice of which my husband was an
innocent victim.”
Mme. Nhu
was a petite woman but she was a dynamo in human form. She did more to raise
the status of woman in her country than any single individual in history in any
country. She abolished both concubinage and polygamy and gave women the right
to control their own finances after marriage, almost unheard of in that part of
Asia. If any man complained, she would look him straight in the eye and tell
him, get out of my way for your own good.
Rees
Shapiro: “Mme. Nhu — through her sex appeal, fist-pounding persistence and
sporadic charm offensives — came to possess tremendous influence on the affairs
of state. Army generals took orders from her. The president did too.”
Here’s
how she took down JFK.
Nhu, her
husband, among whatever else he did, supplied cocaine to the French Connection
in Marseille. They processed it into heroin and sent it off to Montreal and New
York and from there the mob sold it throughout the US.
They
also had an assassin-for-hire service. If we can judge by what Christian David
took from the SDECE, the French CIA, for eliminating a troublesome Moroccan,
the going rate was $150,000. They would ask a lot more to do JFK. The price
must have been steep because she shopped around and that’s how she ended up
asking the Soviets to quote a price.
Negotiations
started immediately. She would settle for nothing less than the living legend,
the Rambo of France, Michel Victor Mertz. If Mertz decided to blow somebody’s
brains out, they were as good as blown.
Mertz
made his name in the Resistance in WWII. At one point he walked into a café and
gunned down 15 Germans. The Nazis caught him four times; he escaped four times.
He
didn’t start being a gangster, rather he married into it. He was a SDECE agent
when he fell for Paule Scheller Martel, the adopted daughter of Charles Martel,
operator of the most lavish bordello in Paris, Le Sphinx. All bordellos were
outlawed in 1946. Like father, like daughter. She would take the show on the
road to Montreal. Mertz still did work for the SDECE on call beside handling
the heroin exports for the French Connection.
Mertz
called the Montreal mafia to find out who could tell him the best time and
place to assassinate JFK. They put him in touch with Carlos Marcello in New
Orleans. Marcello couldn’t believe it; his dream has just come true. He’d been
plotting this very thing for a year. He knew Mertz well. If Mertz was on the
job, the assassination was as good as done. Marcello would supply a support
team.
David
Talbot: “No mafia lord was more venomously agitated against the Kennedy
brothers than Marcello, who spent two nightmarish months of exile in Central
America before slipping secretly back into the country.”
“The New
Orleans godfather made an ominous threat in the fall of 1962. ‘Don’t worry
about that little Bobby sonofabitch,’ said Marcello. He would make sure the
‘dog’ stopped biting, not by cutting off its tail — Bobby — but its head, the
president.
“Marcello
also spoke of taking out ‘insurance’ for the president’s assassination by
‘setting up a nut to take the blame … the way they do it all the time in
Sicily.’”
Donald
Adams, a very astute FBI agent, mapped out where the shots came from. This was
like the Gunfight at the OK Corral, all kinds of gunslingers had shown up to
have a go. They were all duffers except for Mertz.
There
were 11 shots in all. Five hit. Three of those came from the rear, one into
JFK’s back, not fatal, and two into John Connolly, the Texas governor, one in
his back and one in his wrist.
There
were two venues in the rear, the sixth floor of the Texas Book Depository, but
the sightline was obscured by trees, and much better, the roof of the Dal-Tex
building. They caught a mobster with 35 convictions on his rap sheet inside the
Dal-Tex building. He said he just went in there to call his mother from a pay
phone and they let him go.
Forty
witnesses had a direct view right across from the sixth floor of the Texas Book
Depository of the two shooters there. These were prisoners in the Dallas Jail.
They thought that the two riflemen were security guards. Neither of them was
Lee Harvey Oswald. No one from law enforcement ever talked to the 40 prisoners.
Oswald was working at the depository but he was downstairs sipping a Coke when
the shots were fired. Cops ran into him 90 seconds after the last shot. There
was no way for him to come down the 84 stairs from the sixth floor because two
women on high heels were descending during those very moments at a relatively
slow pace. The electricity on the elevators went out when the shots were fired.
Two
shots hit from the grassy knoll in front, one in the throat of JFK and the
lethal shot, which blew his brains out. Besides that there were six shots that
missed, most of them apparently coming from the grassy knoll.
We can
assume that Mertz’s first shot was into the throat because he was the only guy
on the grassy knoll who could shoot straight and the second was bingo.
The
Dallas Police nabbed Mertz immediately. A short time passed and a call came
through from Washington, send him over to immigration (INS). They already had
Oswald; it was cased closed, wasn’t it?
The INS
called Katzenbach, filling in for RFK as a-g, to find out what to do with the
guy. Katzenbach called James Angleton at the CIA. At that very moment, by
sheerest coincidence – yeah, sure — Angleton was sitting at a meeting with Col.
Georges de Lannurien, deputy chief of the SDECE. He told Angleton, he’s one of
ours. Angleton told Katzenbach, let him go. Katzenbach told the INS, let him
go, and they told the Dallas branch, let him go.
Mertz
got into his private plane and flew off to Montreal to be with his beloved
Paule and they popped out champagne celebrating a very handsome pay day. You
won’t find any pictures of Mertz on the web because every last one of them
vanished suddenly throughout France a few years later. Newsday published two
faded prints in an exposé of the heroin trade and that may be it unless the
Mounties have some or there are more in newspapers on file in France.
The
SDECE beat the CIA at its own game. Does that mean they knew why Mertz was in
Dallas? Probably. But he was too valuable a man to let go down the drain.
Besides that the CIA had tried to kill deGaulle, president of France; turnabout
is always fair play.
The OAS,
a French-Algerian terrorist organization, had tried 12 times to assassinate
deGaulle. In one of them Maurice Brooks Gaitlin, a lawyer, was sent from New
Orleans by CIA operatives, to deliver $100,000 to the OAS to finance one of
their attempts. Gaitlin would meet his end in 1965 falling from the sixth floor
of San Juan hotel. It was ruled a heart attack.
Having
tried everything and everyone else, after the 11th attempt deGaulle
ordered Mertz to cease marketing heroin and report for duty. Mertz infiltrated
the OAS. On Aug. 22, 1962, the OAS ambushed deGaulle, who was with his wife,
firing 221 shots at his car, of which 14 hit, some whizzing past the couple’s
heads, 20 flew onto and into a nearby café, and the rest missed. deGaulle survived
unscathed and Mertz was able to provide names, addresses, and phone numbers of
the 12 shooters. The OAS was broken as a threat to the nation and Mertz came
under deGaulle’s personal protection.
One of
the most dangerous OAS gunmen had not been with that group and he got away to
Madrid. His name was Jean René Souêtre. He became the most wanted man in
France. When Mertz was arrested, he told the Dallas Police that his name was
Jean René Souêtre. The SDECE gave deGaulle that name and he called the Americans
immediately to ask if they had captured Souêtre.
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Dov Ivry
is from the Maritimes in Canada, born in Nova Scotia, raised in New Brunswick.
He worked as a journalist there for 20 years with a one-year stop at the
Gazette in Montreal. He's been hanging out in Israel for 36 years, doing this
and that, and managed to produce 66 books.
