The Fake News of Fifty Years Ago is Now Fake History Set-in-Concrete Worldwide

By Pat Shannan

Today is April 4, 2018, and fifty years ago today civil rights leader Martin Luther King was shot down by a single bullet to the throat as he stood outside his door at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, Tennessee.

In this Orwellian era of the “Ministry of Truth” vomiting up canards on a daily basis, there still remains at least one magazine unafraid to tell the real facts and separate the real happenings from the designed distortions. The Barnes Review has been in publication for more than twenty years now and has undergone more than its share of attacks from its enemies on the inside. We strongly recommend TBR to the sincere truth-seekers of the world and imagine that you will digest every article of every issue from cover to cover, just as we do. TBR, PO Box 15877, Washington, D.C. 20003

The May/June issue of The Barnes Review, to be mailed to subscribers in about two more weeks, will carry the truth of both the King murder and that of Sen. Robert F. Kennedy exactly two months later. Each was planned and carried out by what today is known as the “Deep State.” Many of those details in that first case are found in the following TBR story. 

Meanwhile, last night, Tuesday, April 3^rd, Georgia Public Broadcasting System [PBS] (and probably throughout the rest of the deceived country) showed another deceptive replica of the government’s scenario from 1968 – this time utilizing the longtime tool of Deep State illusory Gerald Posner (see http://www.ini-world-report.org/the-jfk-assassination-and-the-uncensored-story-of-the-two-oswalds/). This time he was called upon to re-report (in order to remind the new generation of) the official government scenario of J. E. Ray shooting from the bathroom window, being a KKK advocate, wanting to escape to (white-ruled) Rhodesia in order to be a “hero” and, of course, being a racist; none of which was true. WARNING: Posner is a consummate liar and twister of facts who will continue to be used by the Deep State to deceive Americans.

WHO REALLY KILLED MARTIN LUTHER KING?

50 years later, the public has the right to know
if the feds murdered famed civil rights leader

WHAT REALLY HAPPENED a half-century ago with the murder of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.? The FBI was far more involved than with just the cover-up. An active participant blew the whistle on the deep state agency 30 years later.

April 4, 2018, marks the 50^th anniversary of the slaying of the then 39-year-old civil rights leader born as Michael King Jr. His daddy was an Atlanta church pastor who in 1935 changed his name from Michael Sr. to Martin Luther King Sr., and that of his then six-year-old son to “Martin Luther King Jr.” Martin Jr. grew up to become an ordained minister himself and also the point man for the fledgling civil rights movement in 1955. After a sluggish start, the movement grew exponentially during the following decade, culminating with the murder of Martin Luther King, Jr. 50 years ago.

That year, Dr. King and Sen. Robert Kennedy were murdered only two months apart – April 4 in Memphis and the election night of June 4 in Los Angeles respectively. The railroading of James Earl Ray in the first case became so obvious a blind man could see it¹, and further investigation showed that somebody in addition to Sirhan Sirhan had been firing a weapon at the New York senator who was about to get the Democratic nomination for president. Either someone else was shooting or Sirhan performed the magical feat of firing his eight-shot revolver at least 11 times without reloading. (We will have more on this murder by law enforcement in the next issue.)

Before proceeding, let us check out this quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1828): “The truth must be repeated again and again, because error is constantly being preached around us, and not only by isolated individuals but by the majority. In the newspapers and encyclopedias, in the schools and universities, everywhere error is dominant, securely and comfortably ensconced in public opinion, which is on its side.”

When M.L. King was murdered on April 4, the now-common pattern of semi-honest news reporting, followed by a bogus FBI “correction,” came to be obvious in Memphis, and once again witnesses had to be intimidated in order for their testimony to change. For instance, witnesses inside Canipe Amusement Shop (next door to the cheap hotel where James Earl Ray and an undercover FBI agent known to him only as “Raoul” were staying) said they saw two men jump into a white Mustang and speed away from the scene after dropping the bag of evidence in their doorway. This eyewitness report would coincide with Jim Green’s story that follows, which tells us exactly who these two men were. However, the FBI soon changed its reports to read that only one man (Ray, of course) was rushing from the scene.

In only five minutes, the police conveniently found a .30-06 hunting rifle wrapped in a bundle at Canipe’s front door, a shop next to the rooming house. Along with the rifle were found a pair of binoculars, two unopened beer cans with Ray’s fingerprints, a tack hammer and pliers, a shaving kit, a hairbrush, a pair of men’s shorts and undershirts, the April 4 issue of the Memphis Commercial Appeal and a radio with the number 00416 (Ray’s inmate number at the Missouri State Penitentiary) etched into it. The dumbest cop on earth could see it was planted evidence.

Two weeks later the fingerprints on the rifle were identified as belonging to James Earl Ray. The largest FBI manhunt ever began, and, on June 8, 1968, Ray was apprehended at London’s Heathrow Airport as he prepared to go to Brussels. This was the official story for the world to read and know. What follows is what we were not allowed to know, because the controlled mass media were soon reporting only what was learned from the FBI.

James Earl Ray & ‘Raoul’

However, while Ray, as an escaped convict from the Missouri State Pentitentiary, was an ideal patsy; he always had been nothing but a petty thief who had never committed a violent crime in his life and had no history of any racial hatred. Ray, it was learned much later from his brother John, was allowed to escape in the back of a bread truck. Upon reaching a main road and out of sight of anyone, Ray jumped out, and John, following closely in his car, picked up his brother and took him to his home in East St. Louis, Illinois “for about 30 days.” This was in late April of 1967, some 50 weeks before the King murder the following April. But who other than a prison official or the FBI could have told John where to be waiting and when? From James’s own words from his book edited and published by Tupper Saussy, Tennessee Waltz, he told us of his association with the plotters and how it came about.

In June, Ray made his way to Chicago,² where he bought an old Chrysler for $100 with cash presumably supplied by his brother, but before two weeks had passed, the Chrysler fizzed out; he sold it for $40 and bought a 1962 Plymouth for $200. (This was learned from the FBI documents described in the endnote.) From there he went to Detroit, crossed the border into Canada and spent a night in Toronto, where he somehow sought out pieces of phony ID of four men who looked somewhat like him, such as “John Willard,” who would later check into the flophouse at 422 South Main in Memphis. (James claimed that he chose these at random from a Toronto telephone book, but the astronomical odds against such a thing make his claim preposterous.) It was “Harvey Lowmeyer” who would purchase the .30-06 rifle later in Birmingham, even though Ray was spending most of his days under another name from the Canadian list, “Eric Starvo Galt.” After the murder, “Ramon George Sneyd” acquired a passport and travelled to Europe, where he was captured two months later.

From Toronto, Ray made his way to Montreal, a place where he had spent some time committing petty crimes in 1959. There in only two days he managed to meet and befriend the elusive “Raoul,” who told James he could use him in a smuggling operation. It was the initial contact of a frame-up that would last for nine months until the following April 4.

“Raoul” had cash, and James needed that. “Raoul” bought him a white Mustang, took him to New Orleans, sent him to Acapulco, and paid for some plastic surgery in Los Angeles to round out some of his pointy features in order that he look more like the ID pictures of Galt, Willard et al. James stayed in touch through a “504” area code in New Orleans.

The following March, “Raoul” had Ray drive the Mustang back across country from Los Angeles to New Orleans. From there the two rode together to Birmingham, Alabama to purchase a rifle.

Another incident illuminating the obvious set-up of Ray took place at the Aeromarine Sports Supply Shop in Birmingham. “Raoul” stayed in the motel and told Ray to go buy a “good deer rifle,” handing him several hundred dollars. When he arrived at the sports supply shop, Ray told the salesman that he wanted to buy a gift for his brother-in-law and purchased a Winchester .270 and returned to the motel. “Raoul” immediately began to complain that this was inadequate and a weapon with “a larger bore” was required. Ray flung him a catalog and told him to pick one out because he did not know anything about firearms.

The next day James returned to Aeromarine Supply and asked to exchange the new rifle for one of a larger caliber. The salesman remembered telling him, “You tell your brother-in-law that this gun [the Winchester] will bring down any deer in Alabama.”

He did, however, agree to take it back and sell James a Remington semiautomatic 30.06.

The obvious real purpose of this exercise was not to exchange a perfectly good murder weapon for another but to make certain that the Aeromarine salesman would not forget one James Earl Ray. We are talking about an eventual shot in Memphis that would take place from only 210 feet away. A K-mart .22 rifle could have performed it successfully.

The trap was set, and, as the world now knows, Ray had fallen right into it.

In November of 2000, this writer was in Dallas for the annual JFK conferences and recognized Jerry Ray, James Earl’s brother, from his pictures. He was sitting at a table in the Adolphus Hotel bar with a man he introduced as Jim Green. Jim’s story so fascinated me that I later visited him at his home in Hudson, Florida, took pictures of the real weapon that killed Martin Luther King, and later met with him and Lyndon Barsten at the murder scene in Memphis, along with Tupper Saussy to film the long story.

Green’s story can hardly be told in a nutshell, but we shall try here with a “condensed version” of the more detailed report as recorded (but never published) in the Saussy documentary.

James Cooper Green was born in 1947 and became a car thief for the St. Louis mob before he reached the age of majority. In 1968, he had known “Raoul” for a couple of years, but at the time knew him as an FBI agent and only as “Paul.” Earlier in the game, Paul had shown Jim his FBI credentials briefly and too quickly for him to see and remember the last name.³ In any case, Paul/Raoul was calling all the shots (no pun intended) for months prior to the King murder. He had been leading the patsy, James Earl Ray, around on a money leash since July of the previous year, when they “accidentally” met in a Canadian bar.

With an FBI agent in charge of the set-up, a local police detective placed in position to murder the patsy, and mob thugs used as the triggermen on the targets, this whole scenario typifies an FBI black operation. J. Edgar Hoover and his FBI always utilized outside help for their dirty work. In case anyone was ever caught red-handed, the agency would not be implicated. (Hoover took gifts from Mafia dons for decades while publicly denying even the existence of such “families.”)

On the day of the murder, Green and a confederate named Butch Collier—a Caruthersville, Missouri sheriff’s deputy and longtime bad boy with Green in his youth—had collected $5,000 (with five grand more to come following completion of the operation) to handle the assassination of King. Collier, stationed in the brush down the hill from the backside of the flophouse hotel where Raoul and James Earl Ray were checked in, would be the shooter (and Jim Green said that indeed he was), and Green was to be the “protector.” He was stationed on a rooftop two blocks south of the flophouse. His assignment was to shoot and kill Ray in the event that Memphis police detective John Talley failed to do so.

Green was armed with a .357 rifle to match the slugs in the .357 magnum pistol carried by Talley, who was stationed at the corner west of the fire station, waiting and prepared to shoot and kill Ray.

Here was the ploy: Raoul had instructed James, because they “would need some travel money,” to go downstairs and stick up Jim’s Grill to obtain some cash. Then Ray was to walk south on Main Street for three blocks to the Arcade Restaurant, where he and Raoul could meet up shortly.

It was a set-up within a set-up, and Ray either recognized it or just was not up to the task; but in either case, he did not participate. He left the flophouse at 5:50 p.m., but instead of pulling the armed robbery as instructed, he got into his Mustang and calmly drove away—not with a hurried exit with screeching tires, as described by the news media and falsified FBI 302 reports, but without incident. Green said that he witnessed this from his rooftop perch two blocks away, while Talley waited on the street corner below. Because Ray went the other way, neither Green nor Talley would fire a shot.

A few minutes later, after Collier had delivered the fatal bullet to King (Green heard it but could not see the results from his perch) and Raoul had posed as the bathroom shooter, the second Mustang indeed did leave the area at a high rate of speed, but not with only one person inside, as so deftly twisted by the FBI reports (after multiple witnesses said there were two in the “white Mustang”) but with Raoul and Butch Collier, as witnessed by Jim Green from the rooftop. The Canipe Amusement Company employees didn’t lie, but the FBI falsified the statements to fit the official story.

Jim Green spent the last half of his life as a schoolteacher and coach and raising a family. A smoker who wouldn’t quit, even after he got sick, he died of cancer in May 2003. He had told me that Butch Collier had died about 10 years earlier of cancer. He never learned what had happened to Raoul/Paul but was certain that he was an FBI agent and that he was the one in the bathroom⁴ of the flophouse who had run down the hall after the shooting, had been seen by Grace Stephens, had stuffed the duffle bag with the rifle and Ray’s other possessions and dumped it on the street a minute later.

“I saw him do it,” Jim said, speaking of the dumping of evidence and his grandstand seat on the rooftop only a block away.

A few minutes later, Butch Collier picked Jim up at the vacant building and drove the two of them back to Caruthersville, Missouri. Jim kept the murder weapon at a trusted friend’s house for 29 years before retrieving it and allowing this writer to photograph it for his story.

Ray told the sequel to this in his book Tennessee Waltz, published by Tupper Saussy in 1987, just before Saussy was forced to go underground for more than 10 years out of fear for his own life.⁵

Ray had said he heard the news on the car radio and beat a path to Atlanta and caught a bus to Toronto. However, New Orleans D.A. Jim Garrison, during his post-JFK assassination probe, managed to get a video interview with a CIA operative named Jules Ricco Kimble from federal prison (where he is serving two life sentences for murder), wherein Kimble said that he was the pilot who flew Ray to Canada out of Charley Brown Airport on Atlanta’s west side. Garrison later said that everything Kimble ever told him proved to be true. It appears that Kimble may have been one of the players that Ray thought he was protecting.

As mentioned, Jim Green’s revelation fit too many pieces (confirmed with the FBI’s own documents) to have been contrived from his imagination. He had told it to one official long before James Earl Ray told his story in Tennessee Waltz, which Green did not read until 1998, after he had begun his own book. Jim Green had attempted to “clear his soul” as far back as 1973, when he told journalist Kay Black of the Memphis Press-Scimitar the same story printed here but with fewer details. It was never published but frightened Ms. Black enough for her to report it to law enforcement authorities. This led to Green’s appearance in front of the House Select Committee on Assassinations in 1976. There his testimony was obliterated from the record and never made public. So much for government inquiries.

The King assassination was every bit as much a deep state hit job as those of both Kennedys and several more that would come in the future.

The purpose of the resurrection of these old cases here is not to attempt to solve them (this has already been done to a conclusive point many times through the years) but to point out that the real culprits—certain agencies of the federal government—could not get away with these crimes without a culpable and cooperative news media assisting in the deception. And when the criminal gets to “investigate” his own crimes, the people will never learn the truth.

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ENDNOTES:

1 When Mrs. Grace Stephens said that it definitely was not accused King assassin James Earl Ray that she saw running down the hallway in the cheap hotel where she lived, authorities swept her up the next day and hauled her away to an insane asylum, unbeknownst to her family. She did not surface for 10 years. This helped prevent anyone else from coming forward to dispute the official narrative.

2 Three decades later, indefatigable researcher Lyndon Barsten of Minneapolis unearthed an FBI “302” form (via Freedom of Information Act) written by an agent stalking Ray and pinpointing his presence in Chicago. The significance being that here was documentation that the FBI had the whereabouts of a known fugitive but failed to contact Missouri authorities. Ray’s fingerprint card was found altered with bogus prints in order that he not be arrested should be detained at a traffic stop. Both of these facts indicate that not only was Ray being set up as the chosen “patsy,” but that the FBI was playing the lead role. It also led many to believe later, even Ray himself, that his “escape” was actually allowed by the authorities. A year after publishing this documented information, Barsten was intimidated into silence, refusing all telephone interviews, and never wrote about it again.

3 Ray had speculated in his book that Raoul “might have been” the lead marching tramp seen being arrested in the famous news pictures from the streets of Dallas taken less than an hour after the JFK assassination. However, when we showed it to Green, he said that the mystery man was not the FBI man Paul (Raoul).

4 The evidence shows that it was “Raoul” in the bathroom. He was there but never fired a shot. The ploy was only to further that deception of Ray being the killer.

5 Saussy was frightened and fled because Ray warned that the government would murder him. The book was commandeered by a major publishing house that changed its title to Who Killed Martin Luther King? and replaced Saussy’s brilliant prolog and epilog with a piece from Jesse Jackson, whom Jim Green later implicated as one of the FBI informants. See I Rode with Tupper, the story of my 25-year association with this remarkable man, including being his trusted friend and confidant during the decade he was on the lam.