DOCUMENT INSERT: 4/2/67. San Francisco Chronicle subhead:
KING ATTACKS "RACIST" WAR IN VIETNAM.
DOCUMENT INSERT: 4/4/67. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confidential" / "Stage- 1 Covert" / "Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Office/Mike Lyman's Restaurant/Los Angeles/listening-post-accessed. Speaking: Unidentified Males #1 & #2, presumed organized-crime associates. (Conversation 2.6 minutes in progress.)
UM #1: . . . under Truman and Ike you had order. You had Hoover, who bore us no ill fucking will. Fucking Bobby and Jack changed all that.
UM #2: LBJ's got schizophilia. He don't take no shit from the Reds in Vietnam, but he sucks up to that King like he's his long lost soul brother. The policy guys back east see this correlation. King comes to Harlem, gives these speeches and gets all the pygmies hopped up. They quit playing the numbers, our policy banks take it in the shorts, and the fucking pygmies get agitated and start feeling their oats.
UM #1: I see the correlation. They quit betting policy, their minds wander. They start thinking about Communism and raping white women.
UM #2: King likes white women. I heard he's a pig for it. UM #1: All the niggers want it. It's the fruit of the forbidden fucking tree.
(Non-applicable conversation follows.)
DOCUMENT INSERT: 4 / 12/67. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confidential" / "Stage- 1 Covert" / "Eyes Only": Director SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Rec room/St. Agnes Social Club/Philadelphia/ listening-post-accessed. Speaking: Steven "Steve the Skeev" DeSantis & Ralph Michael Lauria, organized-crime associates. (Conversation 9.3 minutes in progress.)
SDS:. . . Ralphie, Ralphie, Ralphie, you can't talk to them. You can't reason with them like they're regular people.
RML: This is not news to me. I have been a landlord for many fucking years.
SDS: You're a slumlord, Raiphie. Do not try to shit a well-known shitter like me.
RML: You're talking like that nigger fuck King, which is just the point I wanted to make. I run to my buildings on the first, the welfare checks are out and it's payday for the few shvoogies who work. Now, one old nigger lady shows me Time Magazine with King on the cover and says, "I don't gots to pay no rent 'cause the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Junior says you a slumlord who is exploiting me." This fuck two doors down demands his civil rights, which he fucking describes as "I don't have to pay no rent until all my peoples is free."
SDS: They're way out of line. As a fucking race, I mean.
RML: That King's got them hopped up. You got a whole race of overstimulated people.
SDS: Someone should clip that hump King. They should slip him a poison watermelon.
RML: We should join the Ku Klux Klan.
SDS: You're too fat to wear a sheet.
RML: Fuck you. I'll join anyway.
SDS: Forget it. They don't take Italians.
RML: Why? We're white.
(Non-applicable conversation follows.)
DOCUMENT INSERT: 4/21/67. Listening-post report. Marked: "Confidential" /"Stage-1 Covert" /"Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Suite 301/El Encanto Hotel/Santa Barbara/listeningpost-accessed.
Sirs, During the 1st monitoring period (4/2/67--4/20/67), Subject RFK was not in residence at the target location. Subject RFK rents the suite on a yearly basis & it remains empty during his absences. The (voice-activated) mounts have thus far picked up only the non-applicable conversations of El Encanto caretakers & other employees. Per orders, the listening post will continue to be manned full-time.
Respectfully, SA C. W. Brundage
DOCUMENT INSERT: 5/9/67. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confidential" / "Stage-1 Covert" /"Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Card room/Grapevine Tavern/St. Louis/listening-postaccessed. Speaking: Unidentified males #1 & #2, presumed organized-crime associates. (Conversation 1.9 minutes in progress.)
UM #1: . . . Klan's willing to stand up and be counted, which means you've got to call them our shock troops.
UM #2: I'm for segregation, don't get me wrong.
UM #1: St. Louis is a good example. One, it's hillbilly. Two, it's got lots of Catholics. I ain't ashamed to say I'm a hillbilly, you're sure as hell an Italian and a Catholic, we work together good 'cause you so-called Mafia guys are white men who worship Jesus just like me, which means we hate alike, too, so you got to concede that the Klan's got some answers, and if they put their anti-Catholic shit aside you'd be the first to make some big donations.
UM #2: That is true. I sub-contract to you because you okies, no offense, think and hate like we do.
UM #1: If Nigger King walked in here right now, I'd kill him.
UM #2: I'd fight you for the right. King and Bobby Kennedy, those are the shitbirds I hate. Bobby fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked the Outfit until we had no place left to bleed. King's doing the same thing right now. He'll fuck this country in the keester and fuck us and fuck us and fuck us and fuck and fuck us and fuck us while the other boogies overbreed and turn this country into a welfare-state shithole.
UM #1: I'm 3rd-generation Klan. There, I said it, and you ain't shocked. You may take your orders from Rome, but I don't care. You're a white man, just like me.
UM #2: Flick you. I take my orders from a fat dago with a pinkie ring.
(Non-applicable conversation follows.)
DOCUMENT INSERT: 5/28/67. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confidential" / "Stage-1 Covert" / "Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Card room/Grapevine Tavern/St. Louis/listening-postaccessed. Speaking: Norbert Donald Kling & Rowland Mark DeJohn, paroled felons (Armed Robbery/Bunco/GTA) & presumed organized-crime associates. (Conversation 3.9 minutes in progress.)
NDK: . . . like a kitty, I mean.
RMDJ: I get it. Guys pitch in, you watch the kitty grow.
NDK: We don't pitch in. Guys with real coin do, until you got a big enough pot to attract a guy who can do it.
RMDJ: Right. It's a bounty. The word goes out that it's there, you do the job, you prove you did it, you collect.
NDK: Right. You attract a pro, and he gets away with it. It's not like Oswald, you know with Kennedy.
RMDJ: Oswald was a Commie and a psycho. He wanted to get caught.
NDK: Right. And people loved Kennedy.
RMDJ: Well, some people. Personally, I hated the son-of-abitch.
NDK: You know what I'm saying. With King you got a nigger that everyone hates. The only white people who don't hate him are some Jews and pinkos, but every other white person knows that integration will put this country in the toilet, so you get rid of Public Nuisance Number One and nip that eventuality in the bud.
RMDJ: He's dead, the country rejoices.
NDK: You put the word out. That's the thing.
RMDJ: Yeah, the bounty.
NDK: We ain't got the scratch, but there's guys around here who do.
RMDJ: He's begging for it.
NDK: That's the part I like. You beg for it, you get it.
(Non-applicable conversation follows.)
DOCUMENT INSERT: 6/14/67. Hate-mail extract. Compiled by: FATHER RABBIT. Sealed and marked: "Destroy Without Reading in the Event of My Death."
Mail sender: Anonymous. Postmark: Pasadena, California. Recipient: Senator Robert F. Kennedy. From page 1 (of 19):
DEAR SENATOR KENNEDY,.
I KNOW THAT YOU & THE ZIONIST WORLDWIDE PIG ORDER HAVE PUT THE PUS IN THE JEWISH CANCER MACHINE AND GAVE ME HEADACHES, NOT FALLS FROM HORSES AS DR'S BELIEVE. YOU SAY THAT ALLAH DRIVES AN IMPALA BUT I KNOW THAT THE JEWISH CONTROL APPARATUS CONTROLS AUTOMOBILE PRODUCTION IN DETROIT AND BEVERLY HILLS. YOU ARE A PUS PUPPET IN THE CONTROL OF THE JEWISH VAMPIRE AND MUST STOP EMITTING HEADACHES IN THE NAME OF THE CHIEF RABBI OF LODZ AND MIAMI BEACH AND THE PROTOCOLS OF THE LEARNED ELDERS OF ZION.
DOCUMENT INSERT: 7/5/67. Hate-mail extract. Compiled by: FATHER RABBIT. Sealed and marked: "Destroy Without Reading in the Event of My Death."
Mail sender: Anonymous. Postmark: St. Louis, Missouri. Recipient: Dr. M. L. King. From page 1 (of 1):
Dear Nigger, You better fear the ides of July and June; There's going to be a bounty on you, Coon; You're a traitor and a Commie and an evil ape; All you do is lie, steal and rape; But the White Man's wise to your evil ways; The bounty means you'd better pray and count your days; You can't dodge bullets like Superman; You can't run away from the White Man's Plan; When you get this letter you better hide; Because you can't escape the White Man's fearless tide.
Signed, U.W.M.A. (United White Men of America)