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Did a Vicksburg, Mississippi Detective Know Too Much About Assassination Plans of JFK?

2013-11-25T08:37:00.001-06:00

Why shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense. --Mark Twain

Infamous location of New Orleans JFK assassination connection

I believe there is a Mississippi link to the assassination of Presideent John F. Kennedy. I think that a Vicksburg private detective was killed because he walked into the planning center and then was taken out because he saw something that identified some of the actors. Maybe he put it altogether and top planners made sure that John Sullivan didn't live to tell the story.

My new book, The Plan is historical (and paranormal) fiction. Some of it is absolutely true, and parts were fabricated to make the story flow. When I was doing civil rights research in the Mississippi Delta, I ran into the true story of John D. Sullivan, a former FBI agent who died in a strange way.

Everyone (and this includes the medical examiner) said Sullivan shot himself in a post-hunting gun accident. But after I started digging, I knew there had to be far more to this story. Nothing sounded right, and then I learned that this former FBI agent had been working in New Orleans with the same group of characters that had been investigated for the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. One of those men was Guy Banister, and another was David Ferrie. Throw in organized crime boss Carlos Marcello, and you have a fascinating tale.

Photo: Actor Ed Asner in his role as Guy Banister in Oliver's Stone's JFK. A former FBI agent and member of the Minutemen, Banister had worked for the CIA since 1958. His office was located at 544 Camp Street. His deputy, Hugh Ward, also belonged to the Minutemen and to an organization called the "Caribbean Anticommunism League," which had been used as a CIA cover group since the Guatemalan operation in 1954. One of the people who frequented 544 Camp Street was a young man named Lee Harvey Oswald.

To better show how I used the story of Sullivan in my new book, Real quick, here is a quick summary of what The Plan is about:

The tight bond between Clinton and Joe, two gay, black lawyers (one of them, married) is broken when Joe is reportedly found hanged. A suicide seems impossible to Clint, and Joe’s widow is acting cagey. Clinton Moore believes Joe Means was tortured and murdered, and that his and Joe’s shared obsession—investigating and fact gathering about the cover-up of various murders and assassinations of civil rights activists, including Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., and President John F. Kennedy—is the reason for Joe’s death.

Clinton, in the following chapters, is going through old files, trying to recall previous cold case investigations, hoping he can learn why Joe was killed and prevent his own murder.

Here's the way I presented John D, Sullivan's story in The Plan:

Chapter 21

Each time I opened and sorted through another packed box of documents, my emotions ranged from anger to worry. But then I started looking into the papers I’d collected on a dead Vicksburg private detective, and I confess feeling a smidgen of amusement. John D. Sullivan, a racist, white member of the Citizens’ Councils, had worked occasional spy jobs for the Sovereignty Commission. For a few bucks and a small per diem covering his gasoline and lunch, Sullivan would set up civil rights leaders and perform other despicable chores.

One day in 1967, Sullivan reportedly shot himself in the nuts while sitting on the corner of his bed cleaning his rifle. It happened soon after Sullivan came home from a dove hunt with friends. According to the report that I later received from my good friend, Ann, he bled to death,

After I came to believe there might be ties to JFK’s assassination. I’d spent time looking at Sullivan’s death as a cold case, Sullivan had worked for a former FBI boss on a special job in New Orleans during late spring and early summer 1963. But I didn’t arrive at my insight until a number of years after Sullivan’s death. Eventually, Joe became intrigued by Sullivan’s “accident,” after I’d taken a second look.

Going through these papers spread out on my dining room table, I wondered if Joe had learned something more about Sullivan and didn’t let me in on it, or simply forgot to tell me. I picked up a yellow, tattered copy of the detective’s obituary, which had been scissored out of the Vicksburg daily newspaper, years ago. As I started reading the article, it brought me back to the late 1960s when Ann, my dedicated Sovereignty Commission snitch, sent it to me for the first time—soon after I’d opened my Jackson law practice. I’d glanced at the story before tossing it into a file, not thinking about it, until years later, when she again reminded me of his death.

“Sullivan’s accident—if you want to call it that—was never given its due diligence,” Ann said. “I’ve always wondered why no one took a second look at this, Clinton.”

This resurrected my interest. Ann wasn’t one to give up!

I didn’t ignore the clipping, but this time shared it with Joe, along with some other papers Ann had sent. I became more interested in Sullivan, as it overlapped an important trial in New Orleans, when in 1966 a brave prosecutor tried to convict a local businessman of conspiring to kill President Kennedy. Sullivan worked in that city until a few months before the assassination, and he had connections with some of the people mentioned by the prosecutor.

I remember Joe’s first observation that the mere idea of a trained marksman shooting himself in the balls by accident was hard to accept “unless he’d been drinking.” l looked through the official toxicology report, and there was nothing indicating Sullivan was impaired by drugs or alcohol when he died. Later, from his daughter, I learned that Sullivan’s children didn’t believe the story about their father’s accidental gun death, either.

Ann’s packet had included notes she’d taken while speaking to Sullivan’s widow on the telephone not long after the “gun accident.” She had been directed by her boss at the Sovereignty Commission to contact Sullivan’s widow because he wanted to “get his hands on” Sullivan’s entire set of detective files and his personal library. Mrs. Sullivan apparently agreed to make this donation to the state, but when Ann called to make arrangements for someone to come pick it all up, the widow said that some men dressed in dark suits had come to Vicksburg and swooped up all of her late husband’s materials. She’d thought the men were from the Sovereignty Commission, but it turned out they were not.

Who were these secretive men? No one from the Commission had a clue.

“My boss was furious, and I thought it was pretty strange,” Ann told me.

Ann’s notes on Sullivan also mentioned that his widow reported her late husband had been quite upset after returning home from working in New Orleans with Guy Banister, his old FBI boss from Chicago. The Big Easy is about 220 miles due south of Vicksburg, so Sullivan came home to visit three or four times before returning for good.

“Mrs. Sullivan said that her husband was nervous,” Ann said. “He spent a lot of time talking with a family friend, a retired judge, Ben Guider, about the experience he’d had working with Banister, but she never knew why he was so agitated.”

Ann also learned that Sullivan made a chilling statement to his son.

"The information was so big, I did not know where to go with it.”

What information—picked up in New Orleans—could Sullivan have been talking about? What was “so big” to this small-town detective that it scared him, causing him to confide in a retired judge and not his wife? I wanted answers, and by now Joe seemed interested, too, even though he saved his hardest efforts researching the assassination of Dr. King. Had Joe found something more about Sullivan and kept it from me?

Just last year, I read a book by a woman named Judyth Vary Baker. She described the New Orleans assassination staging area, and I thought she might be of help in learning more about Sullivan. With a friend’s help, I contacted her outside of the United States, where she was living. She told me she had moved around because she had received death threats. Her story was that she had been Oswald’s girlfriend while he lived in New Orleans before the assassination. I never found any notes on Baker in my Sovereignty Commission, DOJ, or FBI materials, but she insisted that Oswald was set up to be the lone assassin. He actually had admired JFK, she told me, and wanted to try and abort the assassination plan; he may have successfully foiled an earlier attempt to kill Kennedy in Chicago, shortly before the president’s trip to Dallas, she also said.

But I wanted more proof. Had Baker had met Sullivan? She told me that David Ferrie, a strange-looking pilot with bushy eyebrows, who was alleged to have been involved in the conspiracy, knew Sullivan and had spoken of him in a derisive manner. Ferrie once told Baker that Sullivan was a member of the militia and not too bright. When Banister applied to be director of the Sovereignty Commission following the assassination, Sullivan misspelled Banister’s name with two n’s in a letter of recommendation, and Ferrie said Banister was furious about this mistake. I later found this letter in my Commission files, complete with the spelling error. Baker did a good job of describing Sullivan’s personality and politics, so I believed her.

I was impressed with Baker. She was a brilliant woman, who’d been a scientist, a rising star in her early years before she was pulled into this mess, initially by the National Science Foundation. Her professional career and a later marriage were both destroyed because of it. It was an intriguing story.

Sullivan may have crossed paths with Carlos Marcello, boss of the New Orleans crime family. Marcello was no stranger to anyone working in or around law enforcement, including me. The detective’s death certainly had suspicious overtones—shooting himself in the nuts and then bleeding to death! But it was messy. Amateurish. Too substandard for the mob!

I took a third look at Sullivan and New Orleans when the film JFK was released in 1991. This movie, directed by Oliver Stone, made the point that the planning of Kennedy’s assassination took place in New Orleans, a place known for its jambalaya, jazz, and organized crime.

Sullivan was never mentioned in Stone’s movie. I found this peculiar, and even disappointing. Regardless, the movie turned up new evidence supporting what the New Orleans prosecutor, Jim Garrison, had said all along—that the JFK assassination planning definitely occurred in his city. If Garrison was correct, then it looked to Joe and me that Sullivan’s death was no accident. New Orleans, in fact, was a dangerous place for several of the potential witnesses for the prosecution.

Two typed suicide notes were found at the scene of David Ferrie’s death; neither note was signed. Baker confirmed that the last time she saw Ferrie, he said he was afraid for his life. He had warned her to leave New Orleans.

Joe drove over to Clarksdale on the weekend of JFK’s release to work through some of his cases while I worked on mine. I was curious if he’d caught any mention of Sullivan, since I hadn’t. I don’t know why I would ask Joe if he remembered anything. He was an excellent research guy who always had data at his fingertips and easily could answer most any questions about a cold case. Especially if I plied him with a barbecued turkey sandwich.

Joe had noticed this omission, too. Regardless of whether or not Garrison knew of Baker or Sullivan, this famous prosecutor initiated what many conspiracy writers, researchers, and serious historians would see later as the most critical investigation into the JFK assassination. And to think, a despicable little man from the Mississippi Delta might have played a secondary role.

Another suspicious set of occurrences surrounded the 1969 trial of New Orleans businessman, Clay Shaw. Fascinating to me, was that Banister, Sullivan, and Ferrie—all three potential witnesses for the prosecution— were dead before the Shaw trial opened. Banister died of coronary thrombosis at the age of 64, six months after the president’s assassination. Sullivan died in October 1966 from his strange gunshot wound, five months before Garrison arrested Shaw. David Ferrie’s suspicious death came four months after Sullivan’s in February of 1967, only one month before Shaw’s arrest. Shaw was acquitted less than one hour after the case went to the jury.

“Spooky!” Joe was finishing his sandwich, as I walked him through these critical dates. “Damn, that’s good barbecue. Abe’s?”

Of course it was Abe’s. The dumpy little shack of a restaurant was located south of the Crossroads sign of U.S. 61 and U.S. 49, on the Blues Highway, the spot where bluesman Robert Johnson allegedly sold his soul to the devil to achieve musical fame. The bluesman along with the region’s extra-long staple cotton had made Clarksdale famous. But so had Abes’s Bar-B-Que.

Joe only stayed for the weekend when we had these twice-monthly get-togethers. He returned to Montgomery on Sunday afternoon, and not every hour was spent working. So we had to use our time well.

Taking his final bite from the fat turkey-filled bun, Joe scanned the dining room table to see if there was any more food. I realized I would have to make another run over to the Crossroads to keep him fueled for the rest of the weekend.
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Chapter 22

Sullivan’s fearful remark to his son—“something so big I don’t know where to go with it”—kept rolling around my head. I looked back through his documents and papers and tried recalling conversations I’d had with Joe about Sullivan’s death, and what this detective might have been doing in New Orleans that was cause for his murder.

I needed Joe’s full attention so that I could get the Sullivan story straight in my mind. Joe’s elephant memory was a great benefit, and I was happy he’d become involved with my Sullivan interests, since his heart was in solving who killed Dr. King.

We’d finally decided that Sullivan must have found himself in the thick of assassination plotting while working in New Orleans, but I never believed that he was on the planning team. “He probably saw secret papers lying around on Banister’s desk and got scared.”

I told Joe: “Even if he was an embittered racist, perhaps Sullivan still had enough integrity that the prospect of a presidential assassination might have shaken him up. I’d sure love to dig through his friend Judge Guider’s notes! I wonder who has them?”

Banister’s coronary thrombosis was another death we had questioned. Perhaps it was a natural passing—he had some history of heart problems—but likely not. I had learned from reading some especially captivating reports, that the CIA long ago developed special weaponry to make a death look like heart failure, using a cyanide gun glove or shooter that leaves no traces. Was this how the former FBI bureau chief’s life ended?

“So when did Sullivan actually work for Banister?” Joe asked me out of the blue one weekend. I was standing in the kitchen, looking through cupboards trying to decide on what to cook that night for dinner.

“Late spring and early summer of 1963,” I called out, while thumbing through Southern recipes ripped off from black grandmas who’d taught white Southern women how to cook. The cookbook was published by a famous female chef who gave no credit to these old black ladies, and this hacked me off—especially when I thought of how hard my mom and grandma worked in the kitchen to make their meals taste so good. But I did like her recipes. I wiped my hands on a dish towel and went out to the living room to hear what Joe had to say.

“Wasn’t that about the time Lee Oswald was supposed to be in New Orleans, before leaving for Dallas? Have you tried the beef brisket recipe?”

I didn’t have to wonder where Joe was going with this, and his mention of brisket sounded good. Banister, Ferrie, Shaw, and Oswald—if Sullivan had seen them all together, in the same place, at the same time—it would not have been good for this small-town detective. Especially if he were called by Garrison to testify against Clay Shaw. The Warren Commission wanted the lone gunman theory to stick, and so did the assassination architects. Both Sullivan and Baker, vis-à-vis Garrison, would have put a kink in their plans.

“I have everything in my cupboards but the rosemary. The brisket takes three and a half hours to cook, so I’ve got to get started. While I go to the store, why don’t you call and see if Tom and Karen can come over for dinner?”

These two long-time friends were always good company, and it would help to run by them some of the theories we’d been tossing around all day.

I later tried to learn if Garrison’s papers included any mention of Sullivan and was told by the archivist that there were no such files. He was not familiar with Sullivan’s name and didn’t sound interested. Once I thought I’d found a file on the Internet that connected Sullivan with some Banister files. But I wasn’t careful and could not retrieve it on a later search.

At a JFK Conspiracy convention I attended in Dallas, a moderately known author confronted me and asked about Sullivan, saying that he knew I was from the Delta. I’d decided to attend the weekend event, which attracted both serious researchers and fan geek types, and was surprised to be baited by him.

“No one takes John D. Sullivan seriously,” he asserted.

I found him strangely irritating and later learned from another researcher that he was “probably CIA,” and was trying to learn any gossip floating around on Sullivan, as well as any other stories heard around the convention.

“We always have spooks hanging around, whenever we meet,” the researcher laughed and then looked around to see if anyone was watching him!

I did learn from this man that some of Garrison’s staffers were compromised and knew all along about Sullivan. They also feared that the Vicksburg detective, as well as David Ferrie, might wreck Shaw’s defense. Garrison later admitted in his book that he didn’t know what he was up against, including CIA plants, at the start of his own investigation.

After struggling through all of these cold case murders—Till, Evers, Schwerner, Chaney, and Goodman, along with those of the Keglars, Hamlett, Kennedy, Sullivan, and King—I took off a full week to think about what I had learned, all the papers I’d read, and the conversations I had recalled.

When I went back to work, I narrowed my search to three assassination victims: Evers, John Kennedy, and King. These three civil rights leaders were known internationally, and the stories of their murders would not fade into history. There was strong reason to keep quiet—for good—anyone who didn’t swallow the official stories offered by the government and the compromised media. These leaders had become martyrs and had the power of influence beyond their graves.

In the case of President Kennedy, the growing list of dead witnesses, including Sullivan, gave me more reason to head in this direction. These records of names, by now on the Internet, continued to increase in number each year, while the stained Warren Commission report had all but faded. Historians and assassination researchers kept writing volumes about the president’s murder—and about the possibility of the involvement of an array of individuals and groups, from public to private.

Eventually, even the U.S. government came up with a new explanation for President Kennedy’s assassination, at least something more believable than Oswald and their lone gunman theory. The House Select Committee on Assassinations reported in 1978 that Kennedy’s death was probably a conspiracy, and that the Secret Service could take some of the blame, along with the organized crime. This was one giant step forward.

One fall day, while rooting through my files and preparing to refocus on my three final choices, my eyes caught a wrinkled handwritten note in one of Joe’s legal notepads. When I pulled this sheet from the thick manila folder, I was puzzled. Joe carefully had printed out the name Kimble in red ink. I recalled this name from earlier research, but I didn’t have time at the moment to look further, and put this aside. I’d decided the night before it was time to look into my King files. I only had scratched the surface of this collection and couldn’t put it off any longer.

But there was something else I could not put off, as well. Telling Mollie the truth about Joe, and that I was trying to find his killer. The opportunity came about one day when she called me from the office—angry.

“I needed to buy supplies yesterday. I couldn’t track you down to get money! Now I’m out of staples for the stapler,” she fussed as I walked in the door of my law office. Mollie was on a roll.

“Do you think Della had to go to Perry every time she needed paperclips?”

Mollie might have been joking when she brought up Perry Mason and his brilliant legal secretary, but she wasn’t kidding about the inconvenience of being financially dependent on me when it came to managing the office. When we’d worked together, this hadn’t been a problem. She would give me a list of supplies to pick up, or I would hand her a blank check, and she’d do the shopping.

“I can’t even buy toilet tissue without consulting you first, “ she complained, “and then I have to wait for the money.”

This was easy to solve. I walked over to my friendly banker and made arrangements for Mollie to have a debit card and a business credit card. “Just sign these papers, and they’ll mail them to you this week,” I told her when I returned to the office.

She smiled as I handed over the signature card and application. But she looked tired, and I was concerned.

“You okay?”

“Sure,” she answered, turning her eyes away.

Mollie’s behavior bothered me that evening. It made me start to think about keeping her in the dark on Joe’s murder, and I felt guilty. We were friends—better than friends. She was the best and only legal assistant I’d ever worked with; she was my old high school chum, and my twice-attempt lover!

My drift to the past took me to a pleasant place for the moment. But here I was, trusting this wonderful friend to manage my law practice, without lettering her know what I’d really been doing and why.

Now that I had narrowed my focus on where I would be spending the next months of my investigative time, I couldn’t keep Mollie sheltered any longer from all of this; she deserved the truth.

The next morning, after I arrived at Trinity, I called her on the phone.

“Say, we haven’t been spending much time together,” I said.

“I just called Walker and asked him to sack up some sandwiches and a couple of pieces of his apple pie. I’ll drive by and pick it up at noon. Let’s have lunch at the office.”

Mollie’s voice picked up, as she agreed to the idea.

When I arrived for lunch, I grabbed some paper and a marker and printed up a “Closed for Lunch” sign for the front window. We went back to my old office where we enjoyed the food that Walker had prepared.

“I’ve got something serious to tell you, Mollie,” I said, while finishing my last bite of pie. She quietly listened as I told her the whole story of my trip to Montgomery—Tara’s behavior, my trip to the funeral parlor, and how I discovered Joe was murdered. She didn’t act terribly surprised.

“Well, I always knew there had to be more to the story. Now that you explain it, Joe’s murder fits, I am afraid to say.”

I told her that I was trying my best to learn who killed Joe. I said I’d been afraid for my own life, as well.

“I don’t think that anything is going to happen to me, now. I have stayed low, and it has been too long since Joe was killed. See! I am still alive and kicking.” I smiled, wanting to put Mollie at ease.

“Why won’t you let me help you?” Mollie asked. It was the first thing she said, when I finished my story.

”We could work together like we’ve been doing with Eastland and Emmett.”

I quietly said no.

Of course she was worried and told me so. Mollie also knew, by now, that the contents of my boxes spelled potential danger. It was one thing to solve cold cases, but quite another to prevent a future murder.

Then Mollie admitted she had an idea that there was more to what I’d been up to when going through the boxes. She’d been looking at more than the Eastland and Till collections.

“Okay, I admit it,” she said. “I didn’t keep my activities limited to those boxes. You know me, Clinton. I had to look! There were so many cases. And I saw Joe’s notes, so I naturally began to wonder if Joe had discovered something that got him killed. I was worried about you, too, but I was afraid to ask you what was going on. I think I was afraid to know the answer, quite honestly.”

Mollie started to cry, and I realized how awful these couple of years had been for her. I’d treated her badly and hadn’t trusted her. She was a sharp, caring woman whose help I could use. I walked over to her chair and looked down at my friend, then gave her a hug.

“Please forgive me. I should have told you this, but I was afraid, too.”

Mollie promised she would stay focused on managing the practice.and would not try to solve Joe’s murder. I told her that I would let her know more about what I was doing.

“But some things must remain secret,” I said.

I finally got Mollie to laugh when I forced her to take an ad hoc loyalty oath that started: “I Mollie, swear not to sleuth.”

By now, most of the boxes were in my possession, anyway. I’d carted nearly all of them home and put other critical papers in my office safe. And I wasn’t going to give her a key! Once again, I agreed that if something came up that she should know, I would share it.

“But you’re just going to have to trust me,” I told her.

“Will you tell me if you find Joe’s murderer?” she asked.

“Sure. Once he’s locked away for life.”

Mollie wadded up her paper napkin and tossed it at my face. I went back to the church, removing the “Closed” sign on my way out the door.

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What do you think? Did John D Sullivan walk into a trap? Were the people around him planning JFK's murder? I look forward to your comments.

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Did Mississippi U.S. Senator James O. Eastland Help Plan the Kennedy Assassination?

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U.S. Senator James O. Eastland was also a cotton planter in the Mississippi Delta.

In my new book The Plan, I've written quite a lot about the late Mississippi U.S. Senator James O. Eastland. This new book is historical fiction and Eastland is one of the "real" people I've used to tell the story of two lawyers, "Clinton Moore" and "Joe Means."

In the following chapter, Moore is going back in time, examining some of the papers he's collected over the years that show Eastland's dark past. Moore is trying to figure out who killed his friend, Means. Both men had been involved in trying to solve cold cases of the civil rights era, including the assassinations of President John F. Kennedy and Dr. Martin Luther King.

You might be surprised, after reading this chapter, when you start searching Sovereignty Commission files for yourself. At the end of this chapter is a link that will help you get started. Susan

What are your thoughts? Do you think that Eastland might have been involved in some way in the assassination of the president?

Chapter 17

I close my eyes and pull up images of Big Jim Eastland. He’s standing on a flag-draped bandstand in a little Delta cotton town, giving a rousing Fourth of July speech, his ignorant words peppered with racial slurs. Kids sit around the stage as white parents stand behind them, arms folded across their chests.

William Faulkner never came close to developing a character that looked and behaved like the real Senator James O. Eastland. Faulkner didn’t have the guts. Even without such a mythical image to spark my imagination, I’ll always remember this power-hungry man—how he looked, talked, and smelled.

The senator’s two-thousand-acre Doddsville plantation, near Parchman prison, wasn’t far from Clarksdale. Occasionally we would see each other—even shake hands—at government meetings or similar occasions when he was home to pump up voters and keep tabs on his family business. The old goat was practically my neighbor until he died of pneumonia in 1986.

It was Mollie’s relationship with Eastland’s plantation secretary that proved lucrative in discovering one of the senator’s deepest secrets. Mollie, June Grey, and I had gone to high school together. One day, the two women accidentally bumped into each other at the Drew Town Bank where Eastland was a member of the board. Though a powerful U.S. senator, he remained on the decision-making body of this small community institution. Eastland had a time-honored reputation of keeping his fingers in every pot—and this included Drew.

Mollie’s chance meeting with June led me to some of the most vital information I held, bless her heart! My secret Eastland files became more voluminous than any others over the years, mostly because of Mollie’s sleuthing.

“You won’t guess who I ran into,” she informed me one Monday morning, after plugging in the coffee pot, ready to give it a go. “Remember June Grey? The nice girl at Clarksdale High?”

Few other kids had shown kindness to black students back then, as Brown I and Brown II threw public schools into full integration. June tried making up for the hatred that often confronted us as most, but not all, white kids left for the private academies named after civil war generals. June’s family was poor, and she was stuck attending school with us! In this rare case, poverty was the equalizer—June was humble enough to accept half a sandwich from my lunch sack when her family was struggling to survive.

“Sure, I remember her. So how is she doing?” Mollie poured herself a cup of coffee, before it percolated, and came into my office to fill me in on her meeting.

“Where’s mine?” I asked, before she sat down.

“You always pour it out and then go begging to Walker with your empty cup. Why should I waste this good coffee on you?”

That sounded fair enough, so I motioned for Molly to take a seat and continue with her story. She was right about Walker, and I planned to walk over to The Grill in the next ten minutes—cup in hand.

“I was in the Drew Bank Saturday morning to make a deposit,” said Mollie, “and June walked in. After twenty years, I still recognized her! Same short brown hair and tiny figure! She was delivering bank records for the Eastland plantation. And get this—she’s the old man’s private secretary when he comes home from Washington. Her daddy started managing the Eastland plantation after we graduated from high school, and he got her the job. We recognized each other right away, and we went out for coffee after she finished her bank business.”

This was interesting news. I began to see how I might profit from it, as Mollie continued with her story.

“You won’t believe this: June says Eastland calls her in for important meetings. She takes notes, and when the visitor leaves she reads her notes to Eastland, and he recites them back. Once he has them memorized, he tells June to burn the notes!”

That was amazing. The old man was too shrewd.

“Listen Clint, I think June will be our friend,” Mollie continued. “She already knew you were back in Clarksdale. She followed what went on with Jo Etha’s murder, but said she never approached you when you were in Drew. She knew the situation was bad and felt it was best to stay away. She didn’t want to cause you any more problems than you already faced. But working for Eastland, she has to know what goes on in Mississippi. Maybe she’ll help with our cold cases.”

I did a double take when I heard Mollie mention cold cases.

“Our cold cases?” I stopped her right there and cautioned her to be careful about getting into matters over her head. I wasn’t specific, but I’d seen that cheerleading gleam in her eyes and should have known she’d been going through my boxes.

I guessed it was time to let her in on more of what I’d been doing. We worked closely together on everything else. She was a smart woman, and I trusted her. It wasn’t appropriate or fair to keep her in the dark, so we talked for another hour.

I ended up telling Mollie even more than I’d planned to reveal, details on some of the evidence I’d already collected on the murders of Emmett Till and others. I told her, for instance, about a murdered service station attendant, Clinton Melton, and his wife, Beulah, from Glendora, the same town where Till’s body was dumped into the Tallahatchie River four months earlier. Both were killed when a relative of one of Till’s murderers went into a rage over the amount of gas that Melton had pumped into his car.

“You can’t get involved in these cold cases Mollie. It’s dangerous for you to know what I am doing, and what I’ve collected. But we can work together in a small way, and I do trust you to know about what I am doing. It is critical that you spend most of your efforts with my day-to-day practice. This frees me to work on church projects and all of this other stuff.”

I knew that she understood what I was revealing about my work on cold cases, and she likely saw through my attempt to guilt induce her to keep on task. But it also was evident to me that Mollie already had been working in my boxes. Mostly because I’d discovered color tabs and detailed file notes in several of my files—and in her handwriting! Not in every box, but I was seeing more and more clues of her involvement in the Eastland and Till files, especially after she began visiting with our old friend, June. Mollie’s attention to Till’s murder in a plantation shed outside of Drew made sense, because Eastland, of course, had collected intel on this internationally reported murder that occurred in his own backyard.

Mollie and I had a lengthy visit that day. I thanked her for the organization skill that I’d discovered in these files, and we agreed that it helped me tremendously. But I said nothing about Joe or my conclusion that he’d been murdered. I still believed that could be dangerous information for Mollie to have.

We developed an open understanding of my secret records collection from this discussion and defined her limited role in what I was doing. Eventually, I told her about Ann at the Sovereignty Commission.

“Don’t ever ask for a detailed message from Ann—she calls herself Sharon, by the way. If she calls, give her the church number, and if I’m not there, let her know I will get back to her.”

The Eastland files became voluminous and were giving me plenty of documents to sort through. The senator exercised vast control over the Mississippi Delta and the U.S. Senate—and regions of the world—for over four decades. Eastland knew people in every agency of government and used them as personal spies. Schooled as a lawyer, Eastland served fewer years than the state’s junior senator, but was still known as Mississippi’s senior senator because he held the most power—as chair of the United States Senate Committee on the Judiciary for over twenty years, then President Pro Tempore of the senate during his last six years of office.

More than once in my Texas law school days professors would refer to the records of my state’s senators when picking out the worst civil rights case examples. Usually, I wanted to dive under my desk. Each had pushed embarrassing legislative agendas.
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In my first pass through these files, I found a small intriguing article clipped from the New Orleans Times-Picayune. I couldn’t remember clipping this myself and had never read it before. It had to be something Mollie received from June. The date stamp was hard to read, but I noticed the news article was dated 1956, seven years before President Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas. The gist was that a former chief counsel for Sen. Joseph McCarthy's House Un-American Activities Committee, HUAC, accompanied by a private detective, had traveled to Eastland’s district office in Greenwood to confer with the senator for more than three hours. Afterward, Eastland’s counsel described the conference as "completely satisfactory."

This meeting might not sound like much, but here was the kicker: the detective turned out to be Guy Banister, a former FBI agent who personally knew Lee Harvey Oswald—JFK’s supposed assassin. Banister and the chief counsel had worked together through Eastland’s very secret Senate Internal Security Subcommittee or SISS, sometimes called SISSY.

Recently declassified documents show that Oswald did intelligence work for this committee, as well as for the office of Naval Intelligence, or ONI. Banister would later be associated with Oswald and the assassination through his New Orleans detective agency and SISSY.

I had interesting confirmation of this from an old law school classmate of mine, now a full professor at NYU. Dr. Dan Bell sent me a packet of papers from what he called a recent successful mining expedition. Included were declassified FBI documents showing both Oswald and Banister had contracted to do intelligence work for SISSY clear back in the late 1950s, and with the knowledge of the special counsel, Bobby Kennedy.

This revealed much about Oswald—who he really was—and perhaps could lead to the identity of the secret planners of the president’s assassination. It definitely was worth digging through the rest of my Eastland files to see what else was there.

If this newspaper clipping was a fascinating find, later, after digging some more, I found a whopper. Whenever the senator made short visits home to Mississippi, he often brought powerful friends with him. In a buried folder, I came across a typewritten note from Mollie about a confidence shared between herself and June.

I read it once quickly and went over it again. It was one hell of a note. I don’t know why Mollie didn’t come to me and talk about what she’d learned from this conversation. Maybe she was uncomfortable in telling me she had been cleaning up these files, although we’d agreed she could organize the Eastland stuff. That was so like her, to quietly do her job and protect my back. But Mollie also had a stubborn streak, and once she got started working on anything, it was best to keep out of her way and let her do her thing.

Meeting with Mollie for lunch, several months after Eastland died, June had shared this story about her old boss and J. Edgar Hoover. According to Mollie’s note:

“June said that she believed Eastland carried critical information about the JFK assassination to his grave, ‘but he wasn’t directly involved’—June’s quote.”

June told Mollie that Eastland liked inviting important people as plantation guests. One weekend in Fall of 1963, a week before Kennedy was assassinated, Eastland was hosting a visit by FBI director, J. Edgar Hoover. June overheard them talking as they sat on the veranda, according to Mollie’s note:

“Hoover told Eastland what was about to happen—the president was going to be killed. June told me that she witnessed this conversation from a close distance. She said the FBI director said there was nothing that he could do to stop the assassination. June heard him say it was already in motion. We’ll have to sit back and watch, were Hoover’s exact words.”

It was terrifying to hear that Eastland and Hoover knew what was about to take place, yet did nothing to stop it. There was no reason why June would have made up such a story.

By now, thanks to Mollie, I’d sorted into a pile at least one hundred Eastland-generated documents, with topics ranging from the murders of Emmett Till and Medgar Evers to the presidential assassination, the killing of the three Freedom Summer civil rights volunteers, and the assassination of Dr. King. This put the senator at the top of my A-list.

It hadn’t been long since he’d died, and there could be someone lurking in the Delta, or possibly in Washington D.C., who needed to protect the old man’s secrets and his questionable reputation.

Did Joe get in the way with important Easland information he’d kept to himself? I couldn’t answer my own question. But, I had more boxes to search.

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Search the Mississippi Sovereignty Names and Folders Here.

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/#basicname

U.S. Senator James Eastland Tried to Fake Out LBJ Over Lynching of Freedom Summer Volunteers Schwerner, Goodman and Chaney

2013-06-21T11:58:00.001-05:00

Car belonging to Freedom Summer volunteers Mchael Schwerner, James Chaney and Andrew Goodman -- all killed in the summer of 1964 while helping register black voters in the state of Mississippi.

Mississippi had its own spy agency -- not as high.tech as NSA, but "effective." Records on Medgar Evers and others --

2013-06-12T17:02:00.002-05:00

Behind the Magnolia Curtain ... Mississippi and its Sovereignty Commission; precursor to NSA?

Mississippi Sovereignty Commission spied on Medgar Evers. Here are a few files to get you started. Want to see more? Go to http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/ for a name or file search. Remember this is “low tech” days and there will be various spellings of his name. (More on Medgar Evers at http://ebooksfromsusan.com A sample chapter from The Plan that focuses on the assassination of Mr. Evers. http://ebooksfromsusan.com under BLOG option)

LINKS --

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/000209.png&otherstuff=2|1|0|14|1|1|1|206|

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/000212.png&otherstuff=1|4|0|25|2|1|1|209|

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/000967.png&otherstuff=2|5|2|28|1|1|1|950|

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/001144.png&otherstuff=2|5|2|96|2|1|1|1120|

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/001939.png&otherstuff=1|26|0|5|2|1|1|1893|

More on Medgar Evers at http://ebooksfromsusan.com A sample chapter from The Plan that focuses on the assassination of Mr. Evers. http://ebooksfromsusan.com

Use Mississippi Sovereignty Commission Files to Write Your Own Fiction or Nonfiction Books, Author Susan Klopfer Says

2013-04-27T08:13:00.001-05:00

Adlena Hamlett: You will find her files in the Mississippi Sovereignty Commission data base. Family members once loaned me this photograph of her for my book, Who Killed Emmett Till? and I've always appreciated their assistance. sk

Have you ever wanted to write your own book? This link to files on the story of Horace Germany would make a great short novel. It's a fascinating story about a man who wanted to make a difference in Mississippi, and almost lost his life. And -- no one has done this yet (as far as I can tell).

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/imagelisting.php?foldercheckbox%5B%5D=49%7C1%7C32%7C%7C0&searchimages=Submit+Query

An update on my book, The Plan --

The Plan is about to go to the editor. Yea! I've been working eight hour days to get the final chapters completed. The wonderful thing about digital publishing is that readers don't have to wait for a year or more to get a book in their hands.

Important News: The Writers in Transition (WIT) group is giving our monthly reading and you are invited. It's free at the California Kitchen in Cuenca. I'll be presenting Chapter 2 of The Plan, so I really look forward to your presence. Here's more information:

WIT Presentation - Click Here for Time and Day

Just recently, new information about a horrid prison camp in the southern Andes of Chile, Colonia Dignidad, made international news. Former victims and their families are suing the state of Chile over this horrid prison that was allowed to stay open until very recently.And what does this have to do with my new book? Plenty, believe me. So I've needed a little extra time to make updates.

Susan

Olen Burrage dies at 82; suspect in slayings of Mississippi civil rights workers

2013-03-26T14:12:00.003-05:00

Olen Burrage, KKK, farmer -- Mississippi -- dies

Olen Burrage dies at 82; suspect in slayings of Mississippi civil rights workers

Burrage was acquitted in the deaths of 3 men whose bodies were found buried under a dam on his property in 1964. The case led to the passage of the Voting Rights Act.

Reported March 24, 2013|Times Staff and Wire Reports

Olen Burrage, a farmer and Ku Klux Klan member who owned the Mississippi land where the bullet-riddled bodies of three civil rights workers were found buried in the 1960s, has died. He was 82.

Burrage, who was acquitted on civil rights charges related to the murders, died March 15 at a medical center in Meridian, Miss., the McClain-Hays Funeral Home announced. The cause was not released.

LINK -- http://www.latimes.com/membership/

Interesting links in the Mississisppi Sovereignty Commission files --

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd05/038329.png&otherstuff=2|112|1|49|2|1|1|37735|

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd09/068278.png&otherstuff=10|60|0|30|22|1|1|67401|

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd05/038408.png&otherstuff=2|112|2|7|2|1|1|37814|

"Swift Moving FBi Agents Arrest 21 Across the State"
http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd05/038331.png&otherstuff=2|112|1|49|4|1|1|37737|

"2 Neshoba Officals Return to Law Duty"
http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd09/068035.png&otherstuff=10|60|0|19|1|1|1|67163|
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Lots more in Mississippi Sovereignty Files under under Olen Burrage, Olen L. Burrage, Olen Lovell Burrage

Search here:

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/#basicname
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Mississippi Burning Background (from Wikipedia)

"The Mississippi Civil Rights Workers Murders involve the lynching of James Earl Chaney, Andrew Goodman, and Michael "Mickey" Schwerner by white Mississippiansduring the American Civil Rights Movement.

On the night of June 21–22, 1964, Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner were threatened, intimidated, beaten, shot, and buried by members of the Mississippi White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, the Neshoba County's Sheriff Office and the Philadelphia Police Department located in Philadelphia, Mississippi. After the largest and most televised search at the time, their bodies were found 44 days later in an earthen dam near the murder site.

Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner's murders sparked national outrage and spurred the signing of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965. African Americans and other minorities in Mississippi, as throughout the former Confederacy, lived under racial segregation and Jim Crow laws, and had been essentially disfranchised since the passage of the state constitution of 1890.

The Federal Bureau of Investigation referred to this investigation as Mississippi Burning or MIBURN. Due to the conspiracy's sophistication and complexity, the MIBURN case is renowned as one of the Bureau's greatest accomplishments." (Wikipedia -- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mississippi_civil_rights_workers'_murders )

Who was Otto F. Otepka and Why Did Mississippi Sovereignty Commission Keep a File?

2013-03-06T10:23:00.003-06:00

Beginning in 1957, Otto F. Otepka served as Deputy Director of the State Department Office of Security. This meant that Otepka was in charge of granting security clearances for all State Department personnel. A cadre of people worked under his supervision. From this position of considerable responsibility, Otepka was plunged into a nightmare universe of harassment and surveillance. He was reassigned and removed to a position from which he could no longer reveal inconvenient truths. Yet he had done nothing wrong. It is an extraordinary tale of a career government officer being framed from within the government, his only sin the scrupulous manner in which he performed his duties.

Now, why would there be a small file of clippings about this man in Sovereignty Files? His story has recently been tied to the assassination of JFK -- but this comes years later, as researchers like Joan Mellen do this work on John F. Kennedy's demise.

Here's is a Sovereignty Commission Link

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd06/045916.png&otherstuff=6|44|0|34|1|1|1|45243|

There's a couple more files you can pull up, too.

And here is a link to a free online book about this man by author Joan Mellen. You might take a look; it's quite fascinating. For myself, it helped answer a question of why one of Kennedy's closest friends and cohorts turned on Jim Garrison, making it so rough for him to convict Clay Shaw.

Link to online book --

Names Sometimes Associated With JFK Assassination Found in Mississippi Sovereignty Commission Files

2013-02-25T16:57:00.000-06:00

Looking for names sometimes associated for various reasons with the JFK assassination?? Well, I can't say look no further -- because I have the ultimate guide. However -- Here’s a partial list of some pretty interesting names that can be found in the Mississippi Sovereignty Commission files. (I will update this list as I run into more names.)

I think it's quite fascinating that any records on these folks were collected, since most weren't Mississippi residents. Anyway, I've included one or two links for each name. None are particularly representative of what is in the Commission's treasure chest; But take a look; there are some real gems.

Remember, when using these files look for all sorts of spellings and combinations of names. Even Guy Banister's contract employee, John D. Sullivan, spelled the old coot's name with two n's! Also, all of the files are not thoroughly indexed, so names can appear in reports but not be found through the main index. SUSAN

Here's the link for a basic name searjch./http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/

Remember, this database was built pre-computer days. Try several possible spellings to a name when using it. For instanc, J Egar Hoover has three different versions.

Guy Banister

Jack Brown (as named by Joe Milteer).

Robert DePugh

Wickliffe P. Draper

James O. Eastland

David Ferriie

Jim Garrison

J. Edgar Hoover

H.L. Hunt

Lamar Hunt

Lyndon B. Johnson

John F. Kennedy

Robert F. Kennedy

John Lechner (name foud in Richard Nagell’s notebook)

Carlos Marcello

Robert D. Morrow

Robert Morris

Lee Harvey Oswald

(Fair Play For Cuba)

Marina Oswald

Henry Palmer

David A. Phillips

Alex Rorke, Jr.

John Roselli

John H. Rousselot

Jack Ruby

John C. Satterfield

Jay Sourwine (note: Pacifica Foundation was chaired by Andrew Goodman's father)

Clay Shaw

Willie Somersett

John D. Sullivan

Robert Surrey

Wesley Swift

Ned Touchstone

Gen. Edwin Walker

As Long as Kennedy is in power -- (Mississippi and JFK)

2013-02-25T05:13:00.000-06:00

In June of 1963, the University of Mississippi must decide whether or not to block the entrance of a second black student to the University of Mississippi (Ole Miss). But "so long as the Kennedy's are in power, situations like this will have to be endured..." notes an investigator for the Mississippi Sovereignty Commission. Did he know anything about the upcoming assassination? Most of the Commission's investigators had ties to the FBI, so it's a fair question.

Check out this report --

http://bit.ly/X8FIT3

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/005634.png&otherstuff=1|75|0|12|1|1|1|5481|

Who Knew What Before Freedom Summer

2013-02-25T03:34:00.004-06:00

Months before the murders of Michael Schwerner, Andrew Goodman and James Chaney Mississippi Sovereignty Commission officials were talking about "doing something about the outsiders." Here's a fascinating memo sent to the head of the Commission by Vicksburg detective John D. Sullivan who did investigative work for the state-funded spy organization. Interestingly, a year before this memo was written, Sullivan, a former FBI agent in Chicago, had been working for Buy Banister in New Orleans.

The three young men, volunteers for Freedom Summer, were killed shortly after coming into the state. outside of Philadelphia, a small town northeast of Meridian.

LINK

Take a look --

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd05/039906.png&otherstuff=3|74|0|6|1|1|1|39304|A

Meanwhile -- while I was looking at old Sullivan reports, I found this one rather fascinating. Back from working with Banister, old John D. got busy coming up with new ideas for the Saovereignty Commission. Here he names names of a helpful newsreporter (Jimmy Ward), talks about the dangers of church collectivism (those darned Methodists) and tells of a mother who's concerned about her kid becoming a Communist at Millsaps College.

Sullivan is still trying to get the Sovereignty Commission to go after Tougaloo's accreditation and has some really keen ideas about how to do this. Great reading.

March 1964

LINK

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd05/039906.png&otherstuff=3|74|0|6|1|1|1|39304|A

Fr. Nathaniel and the Greenwood, Mississippi Movement (civil rights)

2012-07-09T15:18:00.002-05:00

Interesting reading -- Fr. Nathaniel and the Greenwood Movement.

Rev. Nathaniel Maciejewski, O.F.M. (St. Francis Mission - Greenwood, MS)

Here is a fascinating link to a scholarly paper by PAUL T. MURRAY, professor of sociology at Siena College in Loudonville, New York. This article is part of a larger research project on the involvement of
Catholics in the Civil Rights Movement

http://mdah.state.ms.us/pubs/JMH_fall2010_murray.pdf

and a link to a Mississippi Sovereignty Commission file on Fr. Nathaniel

CLICK HERE

You can also search for this file, here.

Cleve McDowell Autopsy; interesting... (Mississippi civil rights advocate, lawyer. Murdered in 1997)

2012-06-14T11:29:00.000-05:00

Many of you may be interested in looking at the entire autopsy of Cleve McDowell. I believe that I own the only copy, since the state of Mississippi said it "disappeared" with time...

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0BwmgTfJtEx11SW5lMmU0VDJEQUk/edit#

Pretty interesting stuff, and I have written quite a bit about the person who conducted this autopsy and the observations of a physician/lawyer:

http://emmett-till.blogspot.com/2011/08/mississippi-attorney-meets-early-death.html

Related Posts

News Release on McDowell Autopsy

Asa Earl Carter -- the Forrest Bedford of the Native American literary world?

2012-04-12T17:58:00.001-05:00

I was fascinated by a recent public television documentary about a man named Asa Carter who changed his name mid-life name to Forrest Bedford Carter, becoming an author of a controversial memoir, now recognized as a work for fiction, The Education of Little Tree.

Asa Carter, segregationist, aka Forrest Bedford Carter, the Native American author

Asa Earl Carter (September 4, 1925--June 7, 1979), was a devote of Nathan Bedford Forrest (July 13, 1821 – October 29, 1877), a notorious and racist lieutenant general in the Confederate Army during the American Civil War. Like the real Gen. Forrest, Carter was a rabid segregationist and an infamous racist propagandist, as well, in the 1960s. A leader of the (White) Citizens Councils (a group dedicated to opposing desegregation and one that was generally considered to be a front group for the Ku Klux Klan) of North Alabama, Carter was the head of a "klavern" of the Ku Klux Klan and was an unofficial speechwriter for segregationist Governor George Wallace, the segregationist governor of Alabama in 1968 and candidate for the Presidency in 1972.

Since its first publication by Delacorte Press in 1976, the book was quite popular, with many people drawn to its message of traditional, simple living and love of nature. However,The Education of Little Tree was the subject of controversy after the publication of an article years later, on October 4, 1991, by Dan T. Carter (a history professor and distant cousin of Asa Carter) called "The Transformation of a Klansman" in the New York Times.

Little Tree, it turned out, was a sham -- any student of Native Americans would have known this from the start, but the book found its home with people who wanted to believe what Carter had written.

Originally accepted as an actual work by a Cherokee Indian, The Education of Little Tree ranks as one of the great literary hoaxes of American literature. Carter also published two Westerns, including The Rebel Outlaw: Josey Wales that actor Clint Eastwood made into the 1976 hit movie The Outlaw Josie Wells (1976). After the Eastwood film was released, the New York Times published the truth about Carter, revealing that "Forrest Carter" was actually Asa Earl Carter, the segregationist.

Since Carter was part of the Citizens Councils -- originating in 1954 in Mississippi -- and a well-known segretationist writer, I wanted to see if there were any records on him in the Sovereignty Commission. And...

Go to the Main Search Page at

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/

and plug in Asa Carter.... for two results that will lead you to three links. Be sure to put in the last name, first. Carter...Asa.

I would provide the direct links, but the state library is playing games this days, so you have to bring these up on your own.

Good luck and have fun. Susan

(Not much there, just some newspaper articles and column, but enough to bring some fascinating history to life. sk)

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Civil Rights News Releases

The Emmett Till Blog

New Retirement Blog -- please drop by and say hello

2012-03-17T17:45:00.001-05:00

A quick note to readers of this blog -- you are invited to drop by my newest blog, The Retirement Monologues at http://retirementmonologues.com/, where I am focusing on the latest retirement issues that face many of us as we march on through life. Not financial planning (everyone else worries about that), but fun stuff like what are you going to be doing as you retire. Travel? Go fishing? Write blogs that matter?

Maybe you are going to keep working, maybe you are going to start up a new business in your basement...well, you get the idea. My husband and I are starting into these years by working on our own. No more going to the office and working for someone else.

We're finding that working for ourselves will hopefully extend the years we work -- keeping our brains active and staying engaged.

I will be interviewing lots of people, commenting on related social and political issues, and trying to pass on some of the more unique and interesting aspects of retiring and staying engaged.

So please drop by and say hi. I would love to have your comments on posts and I am always looking for contributed articles to post on this topic. I have targeted this blog to women's issues, but hey, everyone is invited to drop by and share their thoughts.

Thanks, Susan Klopfer

The Retirement Monologues

2012-03-07T18:00:00.002-06:00

More on John Sullivan, the Vicksburg attorney who once worked with Banister's New Orleans detective agency and then "died" after shooting himself in the groin following a hunting trip...after JFK was assassinated.

http://mississippisovereigntycommission.blogspot.com/2008/12/searching-for-information-on-john-d.html

2012-03-07T17:39:00.003-06:00

Just put up a "history" of the Mississippi Sovereignty Commission (see Pages, at the left). Will be putting up some related links over the next few days.

Here's one -- some "stats" gathered after the murder of Emmett Till, over Mississippi murders...

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd08/062856.png&otherstuff=10|5|0|4|4|1|1|62031|#

Civil Rights & Social Justice News: Real Civil Rights History Beats Out "The Help" and Hollywood's Take on Mississippi

2011-09-21T11:00:00.002-05:00

Civil Rights & Social Justice News: Real Civil Rights History Beats Out "The Help" and Hollywood's Take on Mississippi

A true script of what really went on in Mississippi during the modern civil rights era would show, for instance, that professor and social justice advocate John Salter was heavily spied on by the Mississippi Sovereignty Commission. Check out his name with these variations (for starters, I am sure there are more records tucked away) --

SALTER, JNO. R.
SALTER JR, JNO. R.
SALTER, JOHN
SALTER JR, JOHN
SALTER JR, JOHN R.
SALTER, JOHN R.
SALTERS, JOHN
SALTERS, JOHN R.

Here are a few links to get you started...

Head of Sovereignty Commission sends records to a judge --

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/005502.png&otherstuff=1|73|0|8|1|1|1|5351|#

News clippings -- city wants to query Salter

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/005532.png&otherstuff=1|73|0|16|1|1|1|5380|#

White Citizens Councils meets and talks about John Salter

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/000154.png&otherstuff=1|3|0|11|1|1|1|152|#

Enjoy...

Academic Smearing at its "Unlevel Best" -- Loads of Sovereignty Commission Records

2011-09-19T09:51:00.003-05:00

The man who once taught sociology at Tougaloo College under the name of John Salter, a fine academic and brilliant writer who was frequently smeared by the Sovereignty Commission, takes time to reflect.

Hunter Gray to Bear, 6:17 AM (2 hours ago)

I much like Fall in the West. Here in the higher altitudes of the Mountain States,
the air is living-crispy during the days and the nights call for our wolf robe or at least my colorful Pendleton blankets. Occasional rain and some snow slowly bring deer, elk, and moose down into the somewhat lower winter ranges -- not far at all above us right here -- accompanied by lions,bobcats, coyotes, even an occasional wolf. Bears do their final fattening up for their long den-sleep -- which will carry them far feelings-wise from oncoming cold weather with its cutting winds and inevitable snow. But the sky can be as blue as turquoise, the mornings always promising good luck, and the slowly dimming early evenings with their fading sunlight and faint haze and creeping chill have a strangely appealing and mystical feel. The nights can be downright witchy.

For me, it's the Time of my Coming of Age Bear.

http://hunterbear.org/coming%20of%20age%20[western%20memoir.%20htm.htm

HUNTER GRAY [HUNTER BEAR/JOHN R SALTER JR] Mi'kmaq /St. Francis
Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk
Protected by Na´shdo´i´ba´i´
and Ohkwari'

Our Lair of Hunterbear website is now almost 12 years old. It contains a great deal of primary, first-hand material on Native Americans, Civil Rights Movement, union labor, and organizing techniques -- and much more. Check it out and its vast number of component pieces. The front page itself -- the initial cover page -- has about 36 representative links.

www.hunterbear.org
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John Salter and the Sovereignty Commission

Here are several Sovereignty Commission links, to get you warmed up... (Note: Records under Salter and Salters. Remember, these files are ancient and tricky. Always expand out searches, remembering they may come in multiple sets under variations on the name.)

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/000155.png&otherstuff=1|3|0|11|2|1|1|153|#

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/pages/135250.png&otherstuff=1|73|0|7|1|1|1|5347|#

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/005541.png&otherstuff=1|73|0|21|1|1|1|5389|#

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd05/039726.png&otherstuff=3|74|2|16|2|1|1|39125|#

http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd01/005496.png&otherstuff=1|73|0|5|1|1|1|5345|#

Tons more files to go through. All fascinating... The main link is at http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/

Don't ever discount the Mississippi Sovereignty Commission

2011-09-18T02:03:00.004-05:00

I remember when I first started looking at Sovereignty Commission records. I read a quote, calling the investigators "keystone cops", back when the records were first made public. Reporters had done a quick look through records of prominent people and most likely, because many records had already been pulled and kept away from public view, or stolen, it looked like there was not much available. Thus -- reporters dismisssed the entire batch.

Not a smart thing to do. There is so much in the data base and it's fun just to pull anonymous records and start sniffing around. This evening, I was looking to see if there were any records available for a lawyer by the name of Lanier Foote. No luck so far -- but remember, not everything is indexed, so I will keep looking in the cracks.

But I did pull up this record -- not sure who exactly it is referencing, but take a look at the "research" done by the investigator. This person was obviously experienced, and it is chilling to watch how he was operating...

http://bit.ly/pup8Ma

or http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/result.php?image=/data/sov_commission/images/png/cd02/010877.png&otherstuff=4|7|0|10|1|1|1|10646|#

No -- not all of these investigators were keystone cops...

Remembering Emmett Till; looking through some Sovereignty Commission 'tidbits', getting a feel for the times

2011-08-22T16:35:00.000-05:00

Note: I wrote this post last year as the 56th anniversary of young Emmett Till's murder approached, and included some links to Sovereignty Commission files related to his death. In light of Trayvon Martin's murder, I thought that some readers might be interested in more history about Emmett Till. If you don't know about the Sovereignty Commission, it was a state-run spy organization to halt integration, and was formed following Till's murder.

Very few such records actually are in the state's archives regarding Emmett Till, since most of the records were probably boxed up and taken home by sovereignty commission directors and others.

But -- it is still interesting to see what is there. It helps give a feel for the times, if nothing else.

Here are some links -- there are many more. Remember that you can look up more records yourself by going to
http://mdah.state.ms.us/arrec/digital_archives/sovcom/namesearch.php

Just search on Till, since there are various ways these records are indexed (i.e., Louis Till, Emmit Till, Emmett Till, etc.)

Negro Leader Critical of Southern Juries, FBI

Signs of Attack Seen by NAACP on State Segregation

Part of a conversation on lynching in Mississippi, mentions Till; tries to place blame of acquittal on a "negro undertaker." Fascinating. I spoke with that person before he died, and that is not the story he told me...

Political cartoon of Mississippi black murder victims, includes Till.

"Crack Mississippi, and you can crack the South. Crack the South, and you can crack the U.S." History professor and Citizens Councils member fears the civil rights movement is the forerunner of Communism.

Emmett Till Blog; Murder in the Mississippi Delta; Civil Rights Cold Cases: Emmett Till eBook Still FREE for only one more week; Keith Beauchamp -- Murder He Wrote

2011-07-26T18:18:00.000-05:00

Emmett Till Blog; Murder in the Mississippi Delta; Civil Rights Cold Cases: Emmett Till eBook Still FREE for only one more week; Keith Beauchamp -- Murder He Wrote. (You are a teacher, historian, anthropologist, social worker, bartender and STILL don't know this important piece of modern civil rights history? Here's your chance...

Emmett Till Blog; Murder in the Mississippi Delta; Civil Rights Cold Cases

2011-06-23T13:35:00.000-05:00

eBook author of Who Killed Emmett Till? drops price to 99 cents. "More people need to know this story" -- also wants to honor upcoming 56th anniversary of this murder "that helped launch the modern civil rights movement."

Emmett Till Blog; Murder in the Mississippi Delta; Civil Rights Cold Cases

2011-06-22T11:14:00.000-05:00

Emmett Till Blog; "Emmett and Me"

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2011-06-10T14:40:00.000-05:00

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