Matrix for Assassination: The Jfk Conspiracy

Contents

THE MURDER OF MARILYN MONROE

DULLES & ANGLETON, INC.

SECRET NAZI TECHNOLOGY

HARVEY AND LEE

LANSKY

GRASSY KNOLL MAN

THE AUTOPSY FROM HELL

COMING HOME TO ROOST

OPERATION 40

MIRROR GAME

MEXICO CITY

INSIDE JOB

THE MURDER OF OFFICER TIPPIT

TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD

ALIEN AGENDA

A RENDEVOUS WITH DEATH

THE NAMES

BIBLIOGRAPHY

FOOTNOTES

in memory of my eternal companion

Lift up your heads, O gates! And be lifted up, O ancient doors!

-Psalm 24

I was in the 4th grade in the Boston school system and remember clearly how I learned of the assassination. A boy had run across the schoolyard and we could hear him down the hall when he told the corner schoolroom that President Kennedy had been shot. He was dead.

My teacher handled us with calm and poise, while down the hall the older woman turned her face against the blackboard and began weeping. She told us the buses would be coming and we would be getting out early. When the long weekend was over she asked us to give or do something in memory of JFK. I handed in a little poem and only remember the last two lines.

Oswald did it, that’s what they say

But something else died in Dallas that day

My mother had rushed outside that Sunday morning, as I was playing football, and said that Oswald’s been shot. I rushed inside to watch. On Monday our family watched the entire funeral procession. Tuesday morning as I headed out the door I could see the enormous dark cloud in my parents’ hearts, the morning paper spread out before them, and I said with hope, Maybe he’ll go down in history.

My father told me later in the week that the question around town was Who stood to gain? He said in regards to Officer Tippit, They made him look like a hero.

These things stay with you.

The process of writing is clarifying, and today, as my understanding of this case continues to deepen, I am convinced that Oswald had penetrated the plot and aimed to somehow stop it. I adopted a more conservative view in this book, placing him in a pre-selected honeycomb in the hive of conspirators. There is so much evidence in this case that one needs to take a tack for an outcropping of rocks, patch the boat, have a sandwich and hopefully make it to shore.

I am indebted to every researcher I have met on this journey. Those not cited might feel a sense of protection. This case is still dangerous enough to potentially erupt into a world war.

May 25, 2009

Lucky was a hobo cat. In his younger days he used to scrounge around Dallas and Fort Worth, looking for handouts or tunafish tins. One of his buddies told him once that there was a nice young boy named Lee who lived next to the railroad tracks, but it seemed like Lee was moving away soon. Lucky raced over to meet him. He got petted and fed. No other two-leggeds were there.

You’re Lucky, the nice young boy said. I’m Harvey.

Harvey wanted to show Lucky the other humans, but Lucky sensed this would not be wise. He was so sorry when he snuck away, he promised to himself that if he ever saw this nice young boy again, he would thank him so much.

Many years later, in November, Lucky sensed he had come back. A phone call was overheard by a housecat, and a rumor spread straight to the hobo cats. Someone dependable named Lee was working for the building on the corner of Houston and Elm. Lucky watched through the leaves one morning and saw how big this man was.

But it was true. This man was Harvey.

Lucky jumped out of the bushes and said hi. Harvey was thunderstruck. He had never forgotten Lucky, and suddenly there he was. Tears were brimming in his eyes as he went into the building to go to work. ‘In a week or so’, he thought quietly, ‘something earth-shattering will happen near here. If I am lucky, I might be able to stop it.’

A week or so later, Lucky was still full with long-lost happiness. He wanted to be near Harvey always, though he understood he couldn’t interfere with his appointments.

When Lucky got tired he took a nap, snuggling up in the grass on a knoll nearby. His slumber was interrupted once or twice but it was clear that this was only a day for a big parade, and the people were only assembling to watch the end of it.

But suddenly Lucky was frightened completely out of sleep. In half a moment he clawed straight up a tree. He looked on and watched it all. There was no question. The big chief of all the two-leggeds was being killed.

When the explosion-noises stopped, Lucky still did not feel safe. In the long stillness that followed, it seemed OK to climb down. Lucky stole undercover for the closest safe spot, behind a car tire. He just made it. A stampede was coming.

A man with nice shoes and slacks walked over to the car tire and opened up the trunk and put something inside. He was so close that Lucky could hear the man’s heart beating. Lucky thought he wanted to catch him.

Even with this danger, Lucky knew he had to wait and search for a new escape. Soon the stampeding humans were all around him, but they finally quieted down. Lucky chose the first available moment and dashed over to a train. He slipped into the shadows behind a big metal wheel.

Lucky was in disbelief over a new perplexment. There were creaking noises coming from up inside the train, and whispering. It was the voices of men. They were hiding. But their whispers felt even darker than any shadows.

Lucky slinked away, sneaking toward the light at the end of the train. His paws were so sore, like on thorns, but there was no time to even think. He had to run. When he got to the end of the train he sprinted north along the empty tracks.

Chief sensed the terrible sadness everywhere he investigated. It was as if all the two-leggeds in the big high city were spilling water from their eyes. Every face was heartsick, and no one was immune. Over by the long, long pool on the wide and far lawn, it was so quiet. So many two-leggeds were there. They were walking in silence.

Chief had a little drink. The pool with the white reflection in it was now a strange place to be, a mystery. The water was delicious. Chief lapped up all he could. When he lifted his head he saw it was time now for a long journey.

It took forever, it seemed like. Chief trotted on and on, all the way to the end of the wide and far lawn. He went over towards the tall and pointed stone, where more of the two-leggeds were standing. They were so sad, all of them. Chief did not know whether he might spill water from his eyes, too. He looked over to where lots of them were looking, and could see with his own eyes his destination. It was the great big white house where the nice little boy lived.

When Chief finally got there he snuck in between the iron fence posts and walked all the way up the soft grass, right up to the door in the west wing part. It felt as if time was not moving. The more Chief looked at the door, the less he thought about anything. All he could do was remember back to the day the door opened...

The little boy came running across the patio to pet him. He kept calling him kitty-cat, the nicest word Chief had ever heard. He could not help but meow happily and purr. The little boy knew Chief was hungry. He picked him up and hugged onto him and carried him inside.

They went up the stairs. But suddenly Chief squirmed away and jumped. The carpet was thicker than moss and he bounded away when the little boy reached for him. He raced to the end of the giant hall and snuck into a bright room.

There was a big tall two-legged inside, sitting down behind a wide wood desk. He was staring at a piece of paper and didn’t even notice him. Chief crept under a rocking chair.

The little boy followed in and called the big tall two-legged Daddy! His voice sounded as happy as birds in the morning. I found a kitty-cat!

Meow! Chief cried. He was so hungry he let himself be caught on purpose.

The big tall two-legged stood up and walked over to the rocking chair. He patted the hair on the little boy’s head. Then he petted Chief.

Let’s find Chief some milk and a nice snack, he said. Then he winked at the little boy with a sly smile. Don’t tell any girls.

...Chief never forgot that this was his name. He understood that this door in the great big white house would never open anymore. It was such a sad thing to understand. He went over to lay down beside a tree close by. Chief closed his eyes, and he did not know then whether he would die of grief.

THE MURDER OF MARILYN MONROE

There is a vicious accusation in mainstream tabloid America, a poison upon the JFK-RFK legacy. It says they were criminally responsible for Marilyn Monroe’s murder, and even suggests RFK was present when she was injected with a lethal overdose of barbiturates. The Hollywood goddess had to be silenced because she was threatening to tell the whole world about her love affairs with the Kennedy brothers. There were dirty secrets about them cavorting with the Rat Pack and the Mob, as well as state secrets they’d confided to her in moments of intimacy.

The accusation continues. RFK was in Los Angeles on August 4, 1962. He had a violent argument with Monroe that afternoon in her home. This was caught on tape with eavesdropping devices. She died at approximately 10:30 that Saturday evening. Yet the police weren’t officially notified until 4:25 AM. By that time her body had been moved from her guest cottage into a locked bedroom in her home. Despite further completely suspicious circumstances, the coroner’s verdict was probable suicide.

The barbiturate dosage in her blood was sufficient to kill a horse, yet the autopsy found no trace whatsoever of any capsule residue in her stomach. Toxicology tests of her other organs simply disappeared. Numerous other items disappeared, including a crumpled White House phone number found in her bedclothes, and most especially, Marilyn’s red diary of secrets.

Her telephone records were confiscated, and the L.A. Coroner’s investigation avoided key witnesses and no one was ever interviewed under oath. There was no official police investigation, although the LAPD Intelligence Division-run by friends of RFK from the rackets hearings days-compiled a 700-page file which, again, essentially disappeared. The public was left to conjecture, for several decades, upon the innuendos dropped by insiders such as the Kennedys’ brother-in-law, Peter Lawford. The non-investigation pointed to a coverup orchestrated by the Kennedys.

Tales emerged over the years-an ambulance and a police car had been seen parked in front of her house late that night; there had been a frantic effort to save her life. Shortly before midnight a speeding Mercedes was pulled over in nearby Beverly Hills. The patrolman immediately recognized the driver was Peter Lawford. In the back seat was a man he later identified as Monroe’s faithful psychiatrist, Dr. Ralph Greenson. Seated next to him was, unquestionably, the Attorney General of the United States.

The implication was clear. The playboy Kennedy brothers had murdered Marilyn Monroe. There was fostered then a sense of divine retribution-maybe JFK got what he deserved in Dallas-and particularly, so did RFK when he was assassinated in Los Angeles. Underneath their lofty ideals they were ruthless tyrants. They used her up and then tossed her away, and when she wouldn’t go quietly, they decided to kill her to protect their political careers.

This belief is ingrained in millions of people. A representative example of it is sketched in the Hoover biography Official and Confidential. Years after the case, a curious young neighbor asked the FBI Director his opinion about it. He said she was murdered, that it wasn’t a suicide, that the Kennedys were involved.

Hoover could have been more specific. He could have said, She was murdered by the CIA, who wanted to pin it on the Kennedys. They thought instead it was the Mob and covered it up to make it look like a suicide.

Let us proceed to the truth.

In 1994 L.A. Detective Milo Speriglio was given a poor-quality copy of what has come to be known as the Marilyn UFO document. He had already written two books-The Marilyn Conspiracy (1986) and Crypt 33 (1993)-which suggested she’d been murdered by the Mafia on the orders of the Kennedys. Speriglio never revealed how he obtained the document. It carries a CENTRAL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY letterhead and is dated 3 August 1962-the day before her actual death. It bears the authenticated signature of CIA Counterintelligence Chief James Angleton. Skeptics have dismissed it as a clever hoax.

On that Friday afternoon RFK flew out to San Francisco with his family. Ostensibly he was scheduled to speak to the American Bar Association on Monday, before taking a 10-day vacation in Washington state. But the real purpose of the trip was a showdown with Monroe, who had continued to telephone the justice Department, Hickory Hill and the White House, despite being dropped completely by the Kennedys earlier that summer. She had to be stopped immediately and without further questions asked.

Bear in mind that RFK’s office phone at the Justice Department was being bugged by the FBI. They had also placed numerous bugs inside of Peter Lawford’s home-a frequent Kennedy hideaway and only a 10-minute drive from Marilyn’s. And Marilyn’s home and guest cottage were being bugged by the CIA. Angleton’s signature, in fact, is on the cover sheet for their contract with the B.R. Fox Company, which installed the tape-recording devices.

Already there are good grounds to suspect that the reason the Marilyn UFO document was produced on 8/3/62 is that Angleton knew that RFK was about to confront her-assuming the document is authentic.

It is overstamped TOP SECRET at its top and bottom and appears to be a standard office form for certain memos used by the Counterintelligence Chief. Opposite COUNTRY is a typed-in New York, US; this is a memo of a wiretapped conversation there. The SUBJECT is Marilyn Monroe, with inked-in brackets around her name, indicating this information had been redacted in some previous copy of the document. The REPORT NO. is still blacked-out, as is the NO. PAGES. But opposite REFERENCES is the typed-in MOON DUST; just beneath this is another overstamp, 5412.

This is suggestive of Eisenhower’s 5412 Committee, said to have been created by secret Executive Memorandum 5510 in 1955. It was described as embedded within the National Security Council’s Covert Operations Committee, for the purpose of managing policy regarding extraterrestrials. Moon Dust was an Air Force project in operation by 1961, according to USAF Headquarters, to locate recover and deliver foreign space vehicles... [entailing] qualified field personnel on a quick reaction basis to recover or perform field exploitation of UFOs, that is, retrieval of space debris of unknown origin, such as crashed flying saucers.

There is an artifact on the Marilyn UFO document, something even Milo Speriglio didn’t notice, that gives an overpowering argument in favor of its authenticity. It was discovered by Donald R. Burleson in his computer lab at Eastern New Mexico University in Roswell. Using image enhancement software, he brought out some of the shadowing near the top, beside the TOP SECRET overstamp. It resolved some faint typing which possibly originated from a carbon overlay.

The fragmentary inscriptions brought out were Exhibit B, Gen. Schulgen Intelligence Collection Memorandum 19, This exhibit includes the Intelligence Collection Memorandum, Brig. and learning more about.

Brigadier General George F. Schulgen was the original Air Force coordinator for investigating UFO phenomena. In 1947 he held the Pentagon post of Chief of the Air Intelligence Requirements Division of Army Air Corps Intelligence. Five days after the famous Roswell UFO crash he personally appealed to the FBI for help in discrediting witnesses. That September he received a detailed 2-page opinion concerning the so-called ‘Flying Discs’ from the commanding general of the Air Materiel Command, former WWII Chief of Staff Nathan F. Twining. For several years thereafter Schulgen was deeply involved in UFO policy.

The Marilyn UFO document, evidently, was part of a larger file originally inherited from General Schulgen. Angleton apparently was the CIA’s liason to the 5412 Committee, MJ-12. The text reads:

"Wiretap of telephone conversation between World Reporter [Dorothy Kilgallen] and a close friend, [Howard Rothberg] (A); from wiretap of telephone conversation of [Marilyn Monroe] and [Attorney General Robert Kennedy] (B). Appraisal of Contents [approximately four words redacted]

1.   Rothberg discussed the apparent [comeback of subject] with Kilgallen and the break up with the Kennedys. [Rothberg told Kilgallen] that she was attending Hollywood parties hosted by [the inner circle among] Hollywood’s elite and was becoming the talk of the town again. Rothberg indicated in so many words that she had [secrets to tell,] no doubt arising from her trists with the President and the Attorney General. One such secret mentions the visit by [the President] at a secret air base for the purpose of inspecting [things] from outer space. Kilgallen replied that she knew what might be the source of visit. In the mid-fifties Kilgallen learned of secret effort by US and UK governments to identify the origins of [crashed spacecraft and dead bodies,] from a British government official. Kilgallen believed the story may have come from [the New Mexico story] in the late forties. Kilgallen said that if the story is true, it would cause [terrible embarrassment for] Jack and his plans to have NASA put man on the moon.

2.   Subject repeatedly called the Attorney General and complained about the way she was being ignored by the President and his brother.

3.   Subject threatened to hold a press conference and would tell all.

4.   Subject made reference to [bases] in Cuba and knew of the President’s plan to [kill Castro.]

5.   Subject made reference to her [diary of secrets] and what the newspapers would do with such disclosures."

Howard Rothberg was the owner of a New York-based antique store and Kilgallen’s interior designer. He knew some of the photographers who’d filmed Monroe and was an acquaintance of hers. She had been under CIA surveillance since her 1956 marriage to playwright Arthur Miller, suspected of having communist affiliations; her subsequent trip to Russia resulted in an FBI security dossier.

Marilyn was a prolific late-night caller and evidently divulged to Rothberg she was prepared to reveal some shocking secrets-in particular JFK’s visit to a secret air base that stored things from outer space. Obviously these weren’t meteorites or Russian satellites; JFK had apparently been to a top-secret air base to have a firsthand look at something intelligently-designed that was not of this world.

Only Area 51, constructed in the Nevada desert during the mid-50’s, was so highly classified at the time that its very existence was denied. The mountain-shielded base at Groom Lake has long been rumored to be a repository for alien technology as well as a testing ground for reverse-engineered propulsion systems. JFK must have seen something so stunning that he revealed to Marilyn, during a private moment, that the U.S. military had possession of proof of extraterrestrial contact, such as crashed UFOs.

Kilgallen had been under CIA surveillance herself since 1955. She responded to Rothberg’s gossip by saying it reminded her of a story she scooped back then for the International News Service, when she was its London correspondent. A British Cabinet official had told her about crashed spacecraft and dead bodies, which she thought referred to the Roswell crash. What got her on the Agency’s eavesdropping list was the following wire story she cabled back on May 23, 1955, entitled Official Investigation of Flying Saucers-Remains of a Ship Have Been Examined:

...the scientific and aeronautic authorities of Great Britain-after having examined the remains of a mysterious aircraft of conventional form-have come to the conclusion that these strange flying objects do not represent optical illusions, nor are they Soviet inventions, but that we have to deal with objects that really fly and that originate from some other planet... [they] believe that the saucers carry diminutive navigators, about 1.20 metres tall... that an airship of this type could not in any way have been constructed on Earth.

After the flying saucer craze of the 1950’s, naturally Rothberg would contact Kilgallen with this bombshell about Marilyn. Almost certainly this call took place within a week of Monroe’s death. Kilgallen, in fact, published a gossip column about Marilyn that August 3, 1962, which said that She’s been attending Hollywood parties and has become the talk of the town again... And she’s cooking in the sex-appeal department, too, she’s proved vastly alluring to a handsome gentleman who is a bigger name than Joe DiMaggio in his heyday. Kilgallen even phoned RFK at the Justice Department that August 1st, hoping to confirm the rumors about their romance.

One would infer that RFK was less than enthused to hear from Miss Kilgallen, and made haste with any plans of his to see Miss Monroe in Los Angeles. Angleton, too, the great eavesdropper, would have made haste to collect his thoughts in a memo for his superiors. The Attorney General’s movements were undoubtedly followed very carefully. Hidden microphones and phone taps at the Lawford and Monroe residences would have been placed on rather urgent status.

Information garnered from her phone taps comprises the last portion of the Marilyn UFO document. She was a woman scorned and with a rich psychiatric history. The previous August marked the 4th occasion she had had her stomach pumped after overdosing on barbiturates. She was subsisting exclusively on pills again by February and spent 48 hours in a padded cell wrapped in a straitjacket. Events were coalescing rapidly in her personal life just before she died and Marilyn was a real risk to tell all at a press conference.

Her reference to bases in Cuba could have meant almost anything-missile sites, exile raiding areas, or even the U.S. Navy base. The President’s plan to kill Castro was an

Operation Mongoose scheme being managed by RFK, General Edward G. Lansdale and the CIA. Due to JFK’s assassination it remained a state secret for four decades. It was low on the totem pole of state secrets. Lansdale himself shared the scheme with both the FBI and NSA. It was eventually co-opted by the CIA, which again enlisted the Mafia, as in their previous plots to kill Castro. JFK made a dreadful mistake even mentioning this idea to Marilyn-he was telling the press corps at the time he had no such plans and was resisting pressure to go after Castro’s head. The mention of this very sensitive topic was not taken lightly by Marilyn’s eavesdroppers.

Her diary of secrets was the coup de grace. She could back up any explosive revelations from her press conference. Not only could she deal a potentially fatal blow to the Kennedys’ political careers-she was capable of telling the whole world about a crashed spacecraft at a secret U.S. air base.

It was time for her to go.

The JFK and Marilyn saga needs no introduction. They had been seeing each other consistently since the early 50’s. The very night he was nominated they had a secret rendevous, and as President he met with her in his New York hotel suite and even snuck her onto Air Force One, disguised as a brunette secretary in sunglasses. There were helicopter rides to private ranches in California and Idaho, utilizing an air ambulance service located only a few miles from Hollywood. She would reach him at the White House using the code name Miss Green. Jack and Marilyn had a great fondness for one another, and at times she was deluded into dreaming she might become his wife.

Their romance ended after JFK’s dramatic birthday gala at Madison Square Garden on May 19, 1962. The televised spectacle captured Marilyn in a flesh-colored gown laced with rhinestones, singing her sultriest Happy Birthday, Mr. President. JFK took the stage and quipped, I can now retire from politics after having had ‘Happy Birthday’ sung to me in such a sweet, wholesome way. But after a May 24th meeting with J. Edgar Hoover she was jettisoned completely.

Marilyn had had the friendship and support of Hollywood racketeer Johnny Roselli since her film career began. Her availability to the Mafia reached a crescendo during the summer of 1961, when she socialized almost exclusively with the Rat Pack and dreamed of becoming Mrs. Frank Sinatra. He gave her a white poodle she named Maf and they shared the same agent and lawyer, Mickey Rudin-who just happened to be the brother-in-law of Marilyn’s psychiatrist.

The weekend before she died, Sinatra escorted her up to his Cal-Neva lodge in Lake Tahoe, which he co-owned with Rudin and Sam Giancana, who attended their get-together. Marilyn was drugged into a stupor and gang-raped by several mobsters while Sinatra took pictures for apparent blackmail purposes. On Monday morning she was flown back home and proceeded to place an 8-minute call to the Justice Department.

RFK had been drawn into Marilyn’s web after JFK asked him to personally intervene-she had been pestering the White House with further calls and rather pathetic letters and threatened to go to the press. Lawford stated that in the process of calming her down RFK got swept into Marilyn’s embrace.

Their tabloid-culture torrid romance can only have lasted a grand total of two weeks, comprising RFK’s initial summer visit to Los Angeles on June 25th and then a 4th of july party at the Lawfords’ beach house. Now Marilyn supposedly anticipated becoming the new Mrs. Robert Kennedy. By mid-July he came to his senses and cut off all communication completely.

The B.R. Fox Company had installed the listening devices inside the Lawford and Monroe homes; it was run by surveillance expert Bernie Spindel. Not only did he contract with federal agencies, but one of his main customers was RFK’s arch-enemy Jimmy Hoffa. Reel-to-reel tapes supposedly existed which confirmed the affair, and also RFK’s August 4th visit to Marilyn’s home. Spindel claimed these were seized during a 1966 raid by the New York DA’s office, in which 28 people were arrested for illegal wiretapping. The DA reported, despite Spindel’s subsequent boasts, the tapes were in fact heard by staff investigators and none of the tapes contained anything relating to Marilyn Monroe. They were destroyed. RFK, of course, was New York Senator at the time. Yet no compromising material ever surfaced against him.

The Lawford and Monroe bugs were personally installed by Shakedown Freddy Otash, private eye to the stars. In an unaired 1985 ABC documentary he claimed it was Hoffa who’d hired him for the job, to develop a derogatory profile on Bobby Kennedy. Asked whether the eavesdropping devices confirmed an affair, Otash replied, Of course... sure... Bobby Kennedy and Marilyn were recorded many times. Otash went on to tell the L.A. Times that year that a drunken Peter Lawford called him in the early morning hours of Sunday, August 5th, to tell him Monroe was dead. He begged him to rush over there and pick up any information that linked her to the Kennedys.

After Otash’s death in 1992, a close friend of his, American Tabloid author James Ellroy, disclosed to the Richmond Review that Freddy told me he is convinced that Bobby never had an affair with Marilyn Monroe; that, at the time of Marilyn’s death, Bobby was interceding on Jack’s behalf, trying to get this crazy woman to quit calling the President of the United States at the White House. She just kicked off coincidentally.

Indeed, there is good reason to doubt there was an RFK-Marilyn affair at all. Lawford was the closest and most credible witness among Hollywood’s golddiggers; ravaged by 1983 from substance abuse, he made his admission to biographer C. David Heymann, an admitted Mossad operative. Yet his last wife, Patricia Seaton Lawford, maintained it was a fabrication. Biographer Donald Spoto interviewed numerous close friends of theirs who insisted the affair was purely platonic.

One fitting example of gossip mongering slander still gets repeated in biographies as if it were an established episode from their affair. Before the Madison Square Garden birthday gala RFK went backstage and requested Marilyn’s hairstylist to leave the dressing room. RFK emerged 15 minutes later; the hairstylist recounted years afterward how he found her dissheveled and giggling-in other words, what a naughty couple. Three years hence he admitted they’d actually had a loud argument about her being late and holding up the show. RFK had even grabbed his arm as he stormed away and cursed the rude bitch.

But there is a better example of the power of slander. On Wednesday, August 1st, 1962, Meyer Lansky was overheard on a federal wiretap telling his wife that RFK had been having an affair with a woman in El Paso, Texas. The Attorney General soon learned about this and told the FBI’s Courtney Evans that he’d never been to El Paso. He said without surprise that allegations like that just had a way of growing beyond any semblance of truth. But the damage remained-now there was a genuine federal document alleging an affair, even though the allegation was likely fabricated by Hoover and Lansky.

The instigator of the RFK-killed-Marilyn urban legend was Frank A. Capell, who self-published the 70-page The Strange Death of Marilyn Monroe the summer before the 1964 Senate campaign. It accused the Kennedy brothers of being involved in a communist plot to murder the actress, adding that RFK was having an affair with her and was at her residence when she died. Capell was a Red Scare writer with strong ties into the John Birch Society and the private intelligence network of H.L. Hunt deputy Charles Willoughby. He lived on Staten Island and put out a biweekly anticommunist newsletter called The Herald of Freedom. For sources he relied on many former intelligence officers of the Army and former members of FBI. Indeed, Capell was so well-connected that the FBI interviewed him the February following JFK’s assassination. He told them a friend of his... with sources close to the presidential commission said that Oswald was a CIA agent.

Capell had worked for the War Production Board during WWII until a 1943 bribery conviction for agreeing to take gratuity from a clothing manufacturer. But that is only a minor footnote compared to June of 1964, when he began circulating a document smearing California Senator Thomas Kuchel. It was signed by several LAPD officers and purported that Kuchel had once been arrested in 1949 for public drunkenness and engaging in sexual perversion. Capell was convicted of criminal libel along with LAPD Sergeant Jack D. Clemmons who, sure enough, had been the first officer to officially arrive at Monroe’s after her death. It looked to him as if her supposed suicide had been staged and, evidently, he collaborated with Capell for The Strange Death of Marilyn Monroe.

The cast of characters surrounding Monroe at the time of her death give it the flavor of an Agatha Christie murder mystery.

Dr. Hyman Engelberg was the Beverly Hills physician who treated her her last two years. He was the one who notified the LAPD that She’s committed suicide at 4:25 AM on Sunday, August 5th. Marilyn suffered from chronic insomnia and colitis, brought on by her high emotional strain. Engelberg plied her with regular injections of sedatives. During her last month she visited him on 13 occasions.

The good doctor was a lifelong communist; he’d signed on during its Hollywood heyday during the 1930’s. He taught communist ideology for a school within the Hollywood Arts, Sciences and Professions Council, named the Peoples’ Education Center. Engelberg kept a sizable Marxist library in a hidden panel behind his home bar.

The leader of this Council during the late 40’s was none other than Marilyn’s psychiatrist, Dr. Ralph Greenson. He used his home as an organizational base for assembling screenwriters, artists and trade union workers to infiltrate Hollywood and promote communist doctrine.

During her last month Marilyn visited him on 27 occasions, sometimes twice a day. Greenson was another source for barbiturates, sleeping pills and tranquilizer injections. His hold over her during her final two years was so complete that he declared to 20th Century Fox executives in June of 1962, I can persuade Marilyn to go along with any reasonable request. While I don’t want to present myself as a Svengali, I can convince Marilyn to do anything I want her to do.

Greenson’s home had been purchased from left-wing labor organizer John Murray, who’d coordinated a successful strike against the Walt Disney Studio in 1941. Churchill Murray, his brother and cohort, eventually moved down to Mexico City and ran a communist propaganda radio station. Eunice Murray, his wife, was a trained psychiatric nurse. During the autumn of 1961, at Greenson’s urging, she was hired on as Marilyn’s live-in housekeeper.

Marilyn’s makeup artist of 10 years, Allen Snyder, recalled Mrs. Murray as a very strange lady... she was always whispering-whispering and listening. She was this constant presence, reporting everything back to Greenson.

The last afternoon of her life Marilyn finally fired them both. She was radically turning on Dr. Greenson and Mrs. Murray, the woman he’d put with her, she felt to spy on her, she had confided to her longtime masseur, Ralph Roberts. She deeply resented Greenson’s use of her... He had tried to get rid of almost everyone in her life. But when he tried it with Joe-I think that’s when she began to reconsider the whole thing. DiMaggio had visited her in mid-June and she had ideas about reconciliation and a remarriage.

Handyman Norman Jefferies was Mrs. Murray’s son-in-law. He was retiling Marilyn’s kitchen floor that final Saturday morning and essentially remained on her property the next 23 hours, until her body was driven off to the morgue; yet he was never questioned by police or the press. In 1993 Jefferies stated she died in her guest cottage and was moved into the house bedroom as a suicide scenario. Ambulances and squad cars arrived at the estate and a police helicopter landed on the nearby golf course. A dozen plainclothes officers came and left.

Marilyn’s publicity agent and habitual guest was Kennedy insider Patricia Newcomb. Sinatra had arranged her hiring. Newcomb had once been a college research assistant for future press secretary Pierre Salinger; her father was a legal representative for Ethel Skakel’s family coal & real estate fortune. She frequently visited Hickory Hill and would look after Robert & Ethel’s children when JFK was assassinated.

Newcomb had stayed overnight and that final Saturday morning engaged in a heated argument with Monroe over the Kennedys. She was the first to be fired in Marilyn’s grand sweep. Newcomb would return late that evening with Lawford and they were allegedly witnesses to Marilyn’s final moments. She reacted hysterically and neighbors reported hearing a woman screaming, You murderers! Are you satisfied now that she’s dead?! A few days later, after the funeral, Newcomb went sailing in Maine with JFK, Salinger and Lawford.

Over on the next street, only 75 yards from Marilyn’s and with a view into her front courtyard, lived a widow named Hanna Fenichel. She was a psychotherapist herself and her husband, Otto, had been Greenson’s mentor. He had helped found the Berlin Psychoanalytic Institute before WWII and espoused a Freudian-Marxist method of treatment. Marilyn had only purchased her home in January of 1962, on the advice of Mrs. Murray and Dr. Greenson, who lived only a couple of minutes away.

The communist quilt around Marilyn got even thicker when she made an extended visit to Mexico City that February. Here she consorted with a group of expatriates that included Churchill Murray and Frederick Vanderbilt Field-a financier whom the FBI suspected was a Soviet agent. Field had been a major funder of the Hollywood Arts, Sciences and Professions Council but fled the country once the House Un-American Activities Committee exposed him as a Communist Party operative. His home was under electronic surveillance and their relationship generated at least two Marilyn Monroe-Security Matter-Communist FBI documents.

During this stay Marilyn was wooed by Mexican screenwriter Jose Bolanos, whom Field had warned was a man of left-wing pretensions-deeply distrusted by the real left. Bolanos was a friend of the CIA’s E. Howard Hunt and, almost certainly, served as an Agency informant (a 1978 FOIA request for a July 13, 1962, FBI security document on Monroe uncovered that the FBI’s source was an informant who knew both Field and Monroe, and also that the CIA asked his name to be redacted; even this redaction is 7 letters long). Bolanos followed her back to Los Angeles and escorted her for the Golden Globe awards; in April he visited her in New York, then in early July saw her again in L.A.

One of the puzzles surrounding Marilyn’s suspicious death is that Bolanos maintained he phoned her at 10:00 PM that Saturday night from a restaurant in nearby Santa Monica Canyon. He said she put the phone down in the middle of their conversation and never returned. The implication is that Marilyn had some unexpected company.

He told reporters after hearing of her suicide that I was told something shocking, something that will one day shock the world. Bolanos never revealed it; perhaps he was warned. A little over an hour beforehand Marilyn had dramatically concluded a phone call with her hairdresser, Sidney Guilaroff, by hinting, I know a lot of secrets about the Kennedys... Dangerous ones.

Curiously, the 7-foot entry gates into her walled estate had just been installed the day before. That Saturday evening she had left her two front bedroom windows open. Normally she even kept her front door unlocked.

And a CIA informant may have been on the line when Death came calling for Marilyn Monroe.

A suite was reserved at the St. Francis Hotel by the American Bar Association once RFK arrived in San Francisco on August 3rd. He and his family were met at the airport by old friend John Bates, who put them up at his ranch for the weekend. It was located 60 miles south, near the town of Gilroy, and Bates insisted the Attorney General and his family were with us every minute from Friday afternoon to Monday. Los Angeles was 360 miles further south.

However, L.A.’s Deputy Police Chief Tom Reddin, chief of detectives Thad Brown, and Captain Daryl Gates of the Intelligence Division all vouched that police informants had sighted RFK and Peter Lawford at the Beverly Hills Hilton on August 4th. Just after 11:00 AM, only a couple of miles away, 20th Century Fox studio publicist Frank Neill witnessed RFK dash from a whirling helicopter into a waiting limousine carrying Lawford. It is noteworthy that RFK had used this same heliport on several occasions earlier that summer, while making plans for The Enemy Within, a film based upon his best-seller about organized crime. The project was derailed by Roselli.

Sometime around 3:30 that afternoon RFK and Lawford paid a visit to Marilyn’s. Eunice Murray recalled that Marilyn was not dressed. She and Norman Jefferies were asked to leave the premises and they went down to the market. Pat Newcomb was still hanging around the house and apparently witnessed the ensuing ugly argument.

Lawford later acknowledged that RFK let Marilyn know in no uncertain terms she was to stop trying to contact JFK or himself. She meanwhile threatened to go to the press on

Monday. Fred Otash claimed his surveillance tapes recorded a vicious shouting match as they moved from room to room. He kept repeating in a shrill voice, Where is it?! Where the—is it?!... I have to have it! My family will pay you for it! She yelled right back that I feel used! I feel like a piece of meat!

According to Lawford, Marilyn presently lost it, screaming obscenities and flailing away at Bobby with her fists. In her fury she picked up a small kitchen knife and lunged at him. We finally knocked her down and wrestled the knife away. This physical struggle accounts for the bruises found on her left hip and lower back during her autopsy. The surveillance picked up Marilyn screaming at them to get out of her house until a door finally slammed.

Back at Lawford’s, a shaken RFK fretted that she’s ranting and raving; I’m concerned about her and what may come out of this. He was evidently after something of hers; seemingly this was her infamous diary of secrets. They phoned her at approximately 5:00 PM and RFK tried to reason with her but she shouted Don’t bother me! Stay out of my life! and hung up.

Murray and Jefferies got back from the market about 4:30 and found Marilyn in hysteria. They placed an urgent call to Dr. Greenson, who sped right over. After speaking with the film star in her bedroom he requested Newcomb to leave-she had tried to calm Marilyn but only upset her. He also requested Mrs. Murray to spend the night-she had already packed up her things after being fired. Jefferies stayed over and watched television with her in the living room. Greenson left around 7:00 PM.

Greenson would give nebulous accounts of his activities that night. He is known to have contacted Dr. Engelberg and asked him to come over to give Marilyn an injection; Engelberg said he was unable. Greenson gave her some kind of sedative, probably in pill form-it is important to note that her last confirmed injection came from Dr. Engelberg around 4:00 PM that Friday. That came 42 hours before her autopsy, which in fact began by examining "the body very carefully with a magnifying glass for needle marks. There was no indication that the drugs had been administered by way of a hypodermic needle."

At 7:15 PM Joe DiMaggio, Jr., called Marilyn collect from Camp Pendleton, where he was stationed with the Army. He told the LAPD in the aftermath that she seemed normal and in good spirits during their 15-minute call. She promptly phoned Dr. Greenson to tell him about it, and they spoke for several minutes while he got ready to take his wife out to dinner.

Lawford had invited some friends over to his beach house for Chinese takeout food. Shortly before they arrived, at about 7:45 PM, he called Marilyn and became alarmed at her manner-she was depressed and slurring her words. One might suspect that the sedatives Greenson had given her were taking full effect. She ended by telling him, say goodbye to the President, and say goodbye to yourself, because you’re a nice guy. He called right back but the line was busy.

He phoned his manager, Milt Ebbins, who warned him out of the idea of heading over there because of the publicity it would produce about the Kennedys. Ebbins tracked down Mickey Rudin at a cocktail party, and Rudin would tell the LAPD he phoned Marilyn’s at about 9:00 to see how she was. Mrs. Murray answered and assured him she was fine.

Marilyn had a separate phone room with a house number and a private line, each with a 30-foot cord for use in her bedroom. One might suspect that, at this point, she had either drifted off into a drug-induced slumber or didn’t want to come to the phone. A call attributed to her, a fuzzy-voiced woman, went out to Ralph Roberts’ answering service at 8:30 PM. During this same hour Henry Rosenfeld, a wealthy dressmaker in New York, spoke with her long-distance and stated she sounded groggy, but that wasn’t unusual. Marilyn also called Sidney Guilaroff around then; she had called him after her confrontation with RFK and was now described as more composed and feeling much better.

Pat Newcomb, meanwhile, showed up at Lawford’s about 9:00 PM. As she arrived she said, Marilyn’s not coming. She’s not feeling well.

Where was RFK?

Elizabeth Pollard lived directly across the street from Monroe. She would tell the LAPD she’d seen RFK there about 6:00 or 7:00 PM, walking with two well-dressed men. One of them was carrying a black medical case. This was dismissed by police as an aberration since RFK supposedly wasn’t in L.A.

A decade later, in a taped interview with RFK-killed-Marilyn conspiracy author Robert Slatzer, Pollard said this occurred sometime late in the afternoon. She was playing bridge upstairs and one of the cardplayers looked out the window and said, Look, girls, there he is again!

By the publication of Anthony Summers’ Goddess in 1985, the Pollard sighting had moved to shortly after dusk. It should be noted that sunset in Los Angeles on August 4th takes place at 7:52 PM; dusk extends until around nine. There was only a crescent moon that night. It is a stretch to imagine, in the early evening darkness-when the reflection of electric light off of windowpanes blinds the view outside-that Pollard’s guest was able to recognize RFK at this hour. Nonetheless, the after-dusk visit does fit better into the phone call timeline sequence.

Summers found an unnamed source who had listened to about 40 minutes’ worth of the surveillance tapes. This source told him the recorder was sound-activated and, although the tapes appear to have been edited, confirmed that RFK had paid Marilyn a second visit. The impression was that he didn’t leave until she was dead.

Interestingly, Milo Speriglio also claimed that the tapes recorded Marilyn’s murder, yet he concluded that Roselli went into the house to divert her and then two of his accomplices killed her.

Perhaps the most explosive revelation came from Norman Jefferies in 1993. Terminally ill when he was interviewed by biographer Donald Wolfe, he had apparently kept his secrets to himself for 30-odd years. Jefferies said that RFK and two men-I assumed they were some sort of government men-came to the door between 9:30 and 10:00 PM. They ordered him and Mrs. Murray to leave the premises. Jefferies said they waited at a neighbor’s house, an associate of Greenson’s, until they saw RFK and the men leave about 10:30 PM. Very likely they had waited over at Hanna Fenichel’s house, with its view into Marilyn’s front courtyard. It was perhaps a 10-minute walk.

Jefferies maintained that the file cabinet in the guest cottage was burglarized that night and numerous papers were stolen. The cottage door was open and Maf was barking from inside when they got back to the estate. They found Marilyn lying facedown on the bed inside, kind of holding the phone... I thought she was dead.

He also voiced some dark suspicions he’d harbored all those years. He claimed that Greenson was sending the information he’d gleaned from Marilyn straight to the Kremlin.

He blamed the doctor for administering her a hot shot in front of RFK and his two security men. Donald Wolfe concluded The Last Days of Marilyn Monroe (1998) by stating that In the presence of Bobby Kennedy, she was injected with enough barbiturate to kill fifteen people.

This mode of death, however, was contradicted by the autopsy findings only 12 hours later.

The murder method that still agrees with every autopsy result was outlined in the 1992 mob expose Double Cross. Giancana supposedly bragged he’d sent a four-man hit team over to Marilyn’s, including the likes of Milwaukee Phil Alderisio, Leonard Needles Gianona and James Mugsy Tortorella. They listened in with eavesdropper Bernie Spindel, waiting for the perfect moment to go after her. Once inside, they taped her mouth shut and proceeded to insert a specially-doctored Nembutal suppository into her anus. The deadly wad had been developed by the same CIA chemist who’d devised traceless poison lozenges for Castro.

Spindel’s assistant Earl Jaycox was allegedly given a copy of the murder tape. He insisted he heard Marilyn being slapped around; later there was a male voice asking, What do we do with her body now?

Autopsists Thomas Noguchi and John Miner were long puzzled by the star’s death. Toxicology tests on her liver revealed it had adsorbed close to 20 barbiturates, yet her blood carried an additional concentration equivalent to at least 30 more, as well as the equivalent of roughly 20 chloral hydrate tablets-knockout drops in the form of sleeping pills. Her organs should have shut down well before these concentrations entered her bloodstream. They never received the laboratory analysis of her kidneys, urine, stomach and intestines-and these samples disappeared. While there was no visual trace of pills or injection marks, they did note that "The colon shows marked congestion and a purplish discoloration."

Not until 1992 did Miner come forward to disclose that "The abnormal spot of the colon must be explained. Noguchi and I were convinced that an enema was decidedly the route of administration of the mortal drug. I have never seen anything like that in an autopsy. Something inconceivable happened in the colon of this woman." In 2005 Miner stated that Marilyn Monroe’s death came as a result of a heavy dose of chloral hydrate, coupled with barbiturates of a massive amount that entered her body... through the large intestine.

The barbiturate-laced enema theory was advanced by Donald Spoto in his 1993 biography on Monroe; he postulated the villains were a vengeful Dr. Greenson and Mrs. Murray. Peter Lawford is also credited with remarking to his wife that Marilyn took her last big enema. But the spot in question, the purplish discoloration, was located at the very top of the colon, where it joins the horizontal end of the large intestine. It was located about a foot inside of her, and not likely caused by the diffusing solution from an enema tube.

But a suppository that sat at this spot until it completely dissolved does account for the discoloration. Laced with drugs, it kept on delivering them even after organ failure. One might suspect that a rodlike implement was used to insert it. One might suspect it was activated by body temperature. One might suspect that MK-ULTRA’s chief chemist, Sidney Gottlieb, would have been rather familiar with such techniques for poisoning.

The suppository was said to have been supplied to Giancana’s killers when they arrived in California, a further indication that the Mafia didn’t originate this plan-they carried it out for the CIA. The Mob, of course, had no compunctions about murdering Marilyn if it meant bringing down the Kennedys. Timing the murder immediately after RFK’s departure not only guaranteed a gossip-laden investigation; it put the crime into Pandora’s Box for several decades. The killers seem to have accomplished their deed while Jefferies and Murray were walking back.

One piece to this enduring mystery is the Bolanos phone call at 10:00 PM. Although the times of witness remembrances in this chronology cannot be considered exact, Bolanos seems to have phoned Marilyn while RFK was at her house. This, perhaps, was what he implied would shock the world. But whatever RFK was up to-for example, seizing her private papers by coercion-it is evident from the hearsay regarding the surveillance tapes that he had nothing to do with her murder. Surely such proof of his complicity would have been leaked by his enemies.

This was a sting job, orchestrated by CIA Counterintelligence Chief James Angleton.

Marilyn played dead until her killers fled. As the chloral hydrate built up in her brain she struggled to call someone for help. Lawford said her voice was incoherent and fading away and she let go of the receiver. He raced over there with Newcomb.

Once Mrs. Murray saw her body she immediately phoned for an ambulance. Then she called Greenson and he told her he was on his way and to get Dr. Engelberg. Lawford was the first to arrive and as soon as Newcomb saw the comatose star she began screaming hysterically. Greenson followed the ambulance in moments later.

By 10:45 PM an urgent message had been sent to a private box at the Hollywood Bowl, where publicity agent Arthur Jacobs was attending a concert. He told his wife Natalie, Marilyn is either dead or on the verge of death. Jacobs, Dr. Engelberg and Mickey Rudin all showed up at the estate by midnight and kept it a secret for 30-plus years.

In a 1985 BBC interview Mrs. Murray insisted that Marilyn was still alive when Greenson got there. But the truth about just when she died is still not known. The several variations of the ambulance stories are each fraught with discrepancies, amid rumors of hush money. Since the autopsy noted a faint lividity which disappears upon pressure on her backside, it is fair to conclude that this pooling of blood occurred while she was dead and on her back for a short period of time. While it is likely she was placed on a gurney, it is questionable whether she was ever driven away. California law at the time prohibited the transportation of corpses by ambulance.

Undoubtedly Lawford contacted RFK at once. The Attorney General’s probable location was the Beverly Hills Hilton, under ten minutes away. The likelihood is very good that RFK caught a ride over with one of his security men-because only an hour later Lawford’s speeding Mercedes was stopped on the return trip by Beverly Hills policeman Lynn Franklin-he saw Kennedy and Greenson in the back. But 10 minutes was too much time. When RFK arrived Marilyn was already declared dead and probably on the gurney.

He must have been incredulous. Why would she kill herself, right after he’d left? Out of spite? She had everything to live for. Was it for show? Did she expect to be rescued? What had she done, swallowed all of her medication? It was preposterous.

There was another possibility, too far-fetched to believe. Murder. The place was bugged. Someone walked right in on her with a hypodermic. Who could do such a thing? This was a defenseless woman. This was Marilyn Monroe. Who would try to set him up like that? RFK immediately suspected the Mob.

Whatever happened, this had to be kept under wraps. The Kennedy administration would be sent reeling, even from a suicide probe. And a homicide investigation opened up the ludicrous possibility that RFK might have to testify or even be accused. It would bring rampant media lunacy. This was just what the perpetrators wanted. There was more at stake here than the Kennedy brothers’ own political hides-RFK could not let these gangsters strong-arm the Government like this.

He would have learned at the scene that Marilyn did not respond to any emergency measures. She didn’t vomit or go into convulsions and there was no indication she’d ingested any pills. It was a massive overdose and she died within 15 minutes. Suspicions aroused, the first step was to collar Greenson and get the facts about her mental state and medications.

Next he turned to his trusted friend Captain James Hamilton of the LAPD Intelligence Division. RFK had set up his headquarters there during the Senate rackets investigation and for the nomination they’d worked as the Kennedys’ security team. JFK’s affair with Marilyn was no secret to these officers. One of them, Sergeant Marvin Iannone, even drew the Lawford house assignment for the President’s visits. Chances are that the two well-dressed men accompanying RFK on his second trip to Marilyn’s were right out of the Intelligence Division. He could be completely frank and straightforward with them. He’d just impounded her papers and now there’s reason to suspect she’s been murdered. They had to search her estate and try and figure out what happened. If she put a needle into herself it was something he and Jack were going to have to live with-there was nothing to be gained by letting an act like that damage the country. If there was foul play involved he didn’t have to spell out O.C.-this crime could not be disclosed and it had to be made to look like a simple suicide. By the early A.M. hours-as Norman Jefferies would recall-a dozen loyal plainclothesmen were combing the estate. It is a safe bet that many of them were Marilyn Monroe fans and took a special interest in this case.

RFK apparently went back to Lawford’s and took a helicopter out of L.A. Neighbors complained about sand blown into their swimming pools and a flight log for a Santa Monica chopper service confirmed that a passenger had been picked up at the beach house about 2:00 AM. By 9:30 AM he was attending Sunday mass back up in Gilroy. John Bates informed him of Marilyn’s death and he recalled that RFK had no reaction.

Early that morning he prevailed upon Hoover to seize her phone records. FBI agents confiscated her latest billing tapes and toll tabs from General Telephone. A copy of these was given to police intelligence and turned up in Captain Thad Brown’s garage in 1975. Included was an August 3rd call to the Kennedy compound in Hyannisport. It is worth noting that eight previous calls Marilyn placed to the Justice Department during the torrid romance period, roughly a month previous, were only a couple of minutes at the longest. RFK’s secretary Angie Novello answered them and stated that Marilyn had been upset with her studio bosses. It had been RFK’s influence with 20th Century Fox that landed her a renegotiated contract after she’d been fired from the set of Something’s Got to Give. This was a favor to help soothe any hard feelings she had over being dumped by JFK.

Lawford called the White House at 3:00 AM that morning. He used a public telephone because he knew his house was bugged.

Marilyn’s body was moved into her bedroom and placed facedown on a pillow next to her telephone. She was covered with a sheet to the top of her head. Emptied and near-emptied prescriptions for barbiturates and sleeping pills sat on the nightstand. The bedroom window was smashed to make it look like she’d locked herself inside. Witnesses prepared their stories-Mrs. Murray had gotten up in the middle of the night and noticed the light on under her bedroom door; Greenson was called and broke in and found her laying there dead.

Shortly before dawn Sergeant Jack Clemmons arrived and was struck by a number of oddities. He recalled that her legs were stretched out perfectly straight, rather than in the typical contortions of overdose victims. There wasn’t a drinking glass in either the bedroom or its private bathroom, and the plumbing there didn’t even work. It seemed strange that she would try to phone for help with Mrs. Murray there in the next bedroom. And her doctors had waited a peculiarly long time before notifying police.

An intercept of Clemmons’ call for a backup brought a flock of reporters scrambling to the scene. They arrived in time, by 6:30 AM, to watch the blanketed body being wheeled out of the house. Hamilton, Iannone and several other police intelligence officers were noticed in the courtyard.

Mortician Guy Hockett handled the body and later commented that rigor mortis was advanced... it took about five minutes to straighten her out... to get the arms into position. He estimated she’d died six to eight hours earlier.

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