Wednesday 11 June 2014

Footsoldiers of Global White Supremacy Out in Force on the Streets ofBrixton


This isn't 1981 anymore.



"White Supremacy is present in that picture - even though everyone stood on that balcony is black."

This picture:


is a false picture.

It's a lie.

Everything in it, every aspect of it represents the origin of everything that we fight against.

This is the Base Theory of Evil.

This is a completely synthetic instant within a meticulously stage-managed and micromanaged act of political murder, and social control.

This is Mind War.

If it had not been for that initial moment of "That Way", preserved forever within the popular culture, frozen at the heart of the zeitgeist like a fly caught in aspic, then all of the bundles,


and the 30.06 throw-down rifle,


And the James Earl Ray, standing on a tub in the bathroom, making the shot he couldn't possibly have shot from:


All of that is only made possible my that initial moment of misdirection, that false pointing:





Once you get down to it, and you begin to ask people, "Well, why did you start to point in that damn direction..?!"


They say, "Well, there was a guy there by the name of Mariel McColough.



And he said, "I know where the shot came from, I was in Vietnam - I was in the military."


And he had been in the military. 

And he was still  in the military, that's what he didn't say..." "


From Life Magazine of April 1968 - Jesse Jackson makes damn sure that the towel completely covers the second hole in Martin King's face, whilst blocking Andrew Young and Ralph Abernathy don't have a chance to get a good look at in, prior to the arrival of the phoney Memphis paramedics just out of frame.

The paramedics are arriving via the same route, up the same set of steps Jesse, Mariel McCollough and the phoney maid just secured and raced up along  from the parking lot down below.


The three agents of White Supremacy on the balcony - Mariel McCollough, the phony maid (who handed him a white sheet to place over Martin King's injured features), and Jesse Jackson leaning in extra far in his misdirection, falsifying the historical record as the events themselves were unfolding.



What they are actually pointing at, is clearly a brick wall, atop the roof of the ajoining wing of the same building of the Lorraine Motel complex.

But photocropping is an art form, as is Mind War.


Andrew Young has long-since recanted his false-pointing, he had his back to the guns, and saw nothing - he was just following the lead of McCollough, and conveying his advice to those down in the parking lot,


... many of whom who, as he spoke (and pointed at the roof), could see someone moving around it the bushes right across the street, where [one of] the shot came from, seconds before...


Meanwhile, on the other side of the vacant lot, a Memphis taxicab driver parked on this street saw a man jump down onto the sidewalk, run down the street and jump into the back seat of a Memphis Policecar;

Radioing in what he had seen, and hearing over his CB that Martin King had been shot, as he told his Control, "I think they got the guy, because I saw him being driven away in the back of a police car."

After responding to a request by the Memphis PD to provide a formal statement of what he saw, the cab driver was killed later that night, his body dropped off the local bridge and was drowned that night in the Mississippi.


"The cover-up activities in this case, ladies and gentlemen, range from murder to press manipulation and distortion, with bribery in between. Murder, unfortunately in our view, and from the evidence that you have heard here, credible sources, is that a taxi driver who pulled into the Lorraine Motel maybe six minutes before the killing or so, shortly before the killing, a Yellow Cab taxi driver who pulled into that drive and who was standing at the rear of his car loading the trunk of the car with the baggage, the luggage, of someone that was leaving, unfortunately for him, immediately after the shooting he saw the shooting and then turned to look at the other side of the road and saw a man come down out of the bushes and run up the street and get into a waiting Memphis Police Department traffic car which sped away.

When he reported this to his dispatcher, he thought the police had the assassin because he was in a police car going away. Well, this man, as you’ve heard, was questioned by the police a couple of times that week. He was to give a statement the next day.

He didn’t give a statement, did he? No, his body was found off the Memphis-Arkansas Bridge supposedly thrown out of a speeding car. Now, when we tried to find death certificates for this man, we couldn’t, either in Arkansas or in Tennessee. There is no death record at all. We found his phone number with that of his wife listed in 1967, 1966 and 1967, Betty and Paul Butler. This is all in evidence. The Polk Directory pages are there for you to look at. In 1968 it is Betty, brackets, widow, WID, of Paul, Betty widow, 1968 and 1969 she a widow. Paul Butler was her deceased husband. He was, for him, in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That is in some ways the worst of it. Because is there anything really worse than losing your life when you’ve been in the wrong place at the wrong time?" 

- Attorney Dr. William F. Pepper











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