The Assassination of Robert Kennedy, Part three -- the Woman within The Polka Dot Dress

As we dig deeper into the assassination of Bobby Kennedy, things get curiouser and curiouser, as Alice would say. It appears there are some issues that individuals simply "know." There aren't any such issues as ghosts, astrology and psychic powers are just ploys used to get cash from the gullible, the probabilities that Earth might be hit by a comet within our lifetimes are astronomical (forgive the pun) and everybody deep inside is basically the same: simply making an attempt to be good as they perceive it. The unusual thing about this kind of "figuring out" is that no one can let you know just how they know. Ask them how they know that two plus two equals four and they will have at the least a obscure recollection of their early faculty years. But ask them how they learn about ghosts, astrology, psychics, comets and the psychology of the rest of humanity and you may probably get a response that's one thing akin to, "Everybody simply is aware of that." But the question bothers me. Just when did "everyone" learn these items and why cannot they remember having discovered them? Here, we discover a key to how folks could be coerced into collaborating in a conspiracy they know nothing about. 4) that are skillfully manipulated by the perception managers. Throughout our lives, not often anything happens to trigger a concern of ghosts, except for the occasional scary film that is easily dismissed as the product of the scriptwriter's imagination. This data h᠎as ᠎be en writt​en ᠎by G᠎SA Con tent Gener​at or  DEMO.

We reside our lives blissfully unaware of that a part of us, nonetheless very a lot alive in our minds however usually quiet, that does believe in ghosts and is aware of that there is compelling evidence for the reality of spirit. If we were to seek out ourselves alone in a drafty, creaky outdated house on a dark, windy night, we could be compelled to face that a part of ourselves. Despite what we'd claim to consider in the movie theater or within the shiny sunlight, our fears of things unseen would begin to creep up the again or our neck and trigger the hair to face up. We would discover ourselves involuntarily looking behind, just to make certain there's nothing there. And when we discover the evidence that our fears had been unjustified and childish--the banging shutter or the gap in the window via which the wind whistled--we would snort at our gullibility and really feel a palpable sense of relief that sanity had been returned to the world. And even when something inexplicable really does occur, we rush to explain it away even at the cost of lying to ourselves. We specifically look for the proof that our fears are unfounded as a result of the key to our beliefs, that "common information" without a remembered lesson, is a want for a world that's totally knowable, under control and, finally, protected for us.

We wish to consider that our most dire fears are solely the product of our overactive imaginations. And when those fears are triggered, any "rational" rationalization that returns sanity to the world is welcomed with open arms. Even lots of the most ardent seekers of fact have fears and beliefs they keep deeply buried underneath stones that should never be turned. It is a childish perception--not the belief in ghosts, but the idea that ignorance, masquerading as frequent wisdom, offers security. So, we see even vehemently outspoken critics of the U.S. 9/11 was the product of something however Arab hijackers. That is how it is with occasions like 9/eleven or the assassinations of JFK, MLK and RFK. For a second, our deepest fears appear realized. We madly grope for something, something, that may return sanity to the world. We desperately look for the banging shutter or broken window that may assure us there may be nothing unseen, nothing unknowable and, in the end, nothing really unsafe. In this manner, every of us can be made, is made, a part of the conspiracy even without realizing that the conspiracy exists. Sandy Serrano, a younger campaign worker for Kennedy, was there on the Ambassador Hotel the scary night that Bobby Kennedy died. Th᠎is article has ᠎been c​re᠎ated  by GSA Con tent  Gener᠎ator Demov᠎er si on.

Needing a break from the heat and the crowd, she found a bit of quiet on the steps that lead from the again of the kitchen space. Somewhere around 11:30 pm, she encountered three individuals, a lady and two men, entering the kitchen from the back, using the steps she was sitting on. The lady she would described as sporting a white dress with darkish polka dots and having a "Bob Hope" type nose. She mentioned after seeing a picture of Sirhan Sirhan in the newspaper she felt sure that this was the same particular person she saw go up the stairs with this lady. Sometime later, seconds after Serrano heard what she described as sounding like vehicle backfires, the woman and one of her male companions came running back down the steps. Serrano was not the just one to explain the lady within the polka dot dress and associate her with Sirhan and/or the assassination. Amongst them was Kennedy marketing campaign worker Darnell Johnson and the son of an Ambassador Hotel maître d', Thomas Vincent DiPierro. DiPierro stated that the one reason he noticed Sirhan was that there was an excellent wanting woman subsequent to him. Minutes after the shooting and well before any of the tales of the woman in the white dress had been made public or might have been shared, LAPD Sergeant Paul Sharaga heard news of the capturing on his police radio. Already within the neighborhood, he arrived at the scene within a minute. An older couple approached Sharaga and, as he tells it: They related that they had been exterior one of many doors of the Embassy Room when a young couple in their early twenties came dashing out.

The only defining characteristic of the young lady that the witnesses might give was that she was wearing a white dress with polka dots. Sharaga instantly put out an all point bulletin for police to be on the lookout for a girl in a polka dot dress in the corporate of a man. After which something very strange occurred that, so far as we know, has never happened earlier than or since in the history of the LAPD. For about 15 to 20 minutes, all police radio communications have been lost on all frequencies. This was ample time for the girl in the polka dot dress and her companion to get off the streets and out of reach of the police. The elderly couple Sharaga had interviewed have been lost and have never come forward. Serrano, being the only real witness to the woman within the polka dot dress claiming, "We shot Kennedy" was brought to the notorious Rampart Division of the LAPD for in depth questioning. I encourage you to observe the link on the Rampart Division. The story of the continued corruption within the LAPD and the Rampart Division particularly may be very informative. The Bobby Kennedy assassination is just not the just one during which the Rampart Division has taken part.

In this case, nonetheless, the witness was not so much questioned as she was browbeaten and verbally tortured into renouncing her testimony. The "questioning" was carried out by Sergeant Enrique "Hank" Hernandez who, in keeping with his resume, played a key role in "Unified Police Command" coaching for the CIA in Latin America. As is obvious from the questioning, Hernandez had one aim in mind - to discredit Sandy Serrano and something having to do with the story of the woman within the polka dot dress. Here, in your listening pleasure, are two excerpts from that taped session which, amazingly, survived after the LAPD had attempted to destroy all proof that may low cost the official story of the assassination of Robert Kennedy. Keep in mind as you listen that Sgt. Hernandez is allegedly questioning a fabric witness who has nothing to gain from mendacity. Hernandez played a key role within the special LAPD activity force created to research the Kennedy Assassination, referred to as Special Unit Senator, or SUS. SUS was headed by LAPD Lieutenant Manuel Pena. Interestingly, Pena had officially retired from the LAPD in November of 1967, less than a yr before the Kennedy assassination, to take a position with the Agency for International Development Office of the State Department, or Aid; Aid, a identified cover agency for the CIA for its counter insurgency and torture operations in South America.

Aid is probably greatest identified for certainly one of its most notorious agents, a man who Pena allegedly had labored with, Dan Mitrione. From 1960 to 1967, Mitrione worked with the Brazilian authorities underneath the cowl of Aid, torturing then killing, with out trial, political dissidents. Though Pena's farewell was a well attended and publicized occasion, sometime round April 1968 he returned to the LAPD quietly, with out fanfare. His rationalization was that the job with Aid had not turned out to be what he had hoped. Within two months, he would discover himself accountable for the most important murder investigation ever carried out by the LAPD, the man who would have the final say on virtually all the things that would happen within the investigation. And right here, we've an fascinating thread of net to study. Two of a very powerful investigator's of the case, Hernandez and Pena, are both ex (or maybe current at the moment) CIA operatives, each involved in CIA operations in South America. Pena, the man working the entire investigation, had just returned from responsibility with Aid, a CIA front group that specialized in crushing political dissidents and sure worked with Dan Mitrione. In 1970, Mitrione was kidnapped by the Tupamaros, a leftist guerrilla organization preventing towards the U.S. Uruguay. Though his identify was changed, that occasion was the idea of the movie State of Siege. Mitrione's funeral, very similar to Pena's "retirement" from the LAPD, was a properly publicized and attended affair. Following his funeral, a benefit live performance was held in his residence town of Richmond, Indiana, headlined by none aside from Frank Sinatra and Jerry Lewis (go figure).

Sinatra, as you could remember, was one of many stars of the John Frankenheimer film The Manchurian Candidate. The movie is a fictional account of a man, played by Lawrence Harvey, who is hypnotically programmed to perform assassinations with out aware knowledge of doing so. On June third, Bobby Kennedy had dinner together with his pal John Frankenheimer (who, coincidentally, drove him to the Ambassador Hotel that fateful night time) along with a pretty actress named Sharon Tate and her husband, Roman Polanski. Now, please bear with me as we descend into one thing of an abyss. When trying to see the web, we run across strange coincidences that could seem on the surface to be tenuous, improbable and even downright laughable. It's the character of the beast. If you wish to know what is de facto going on, these things must not less than be put on the desk, even when they are discarded later. Remember, though, webs are tenuous issues made from very delicate threads. Often instances, the obvious and simply accepted knowledge seems to be nothing greater than something caught in the online - an artifact, if you will, relatively than the web itself. That said, right here we go. In August 1969, Sharon Tate was murdered by members of the Manson Family, who had strong connections to the Laurel Canyon music scene. Curiously, the year Kennedy was shot Sharon Tate was in the process of constructing a film entitled The Wrecking Crew, which co-starred Dean Martin. That same name was taken by a bunch of Los Angeles studio musicians related to Phil Spector, who had been additionally intently connected with the Laurel Canyon music scene.

And Dean Martin, her costar in that film, was in fact a very long time collaborator with Jerry Lewis, who shared billing with Frank Sinatra on the Dan Mitrione benefit live performance following his funeral. In the course of the filming of that movie, Tate could be trained to do her own stunts by the martial arts expert Bruce Lee, with whom she would change into shut pals and who also later died underneath mysterious circumstances. Tate, it should be famous for many who don't remember her, was a movie star on a meteoric rise. She was lovely and gifted. Tate, it should also be famous, had taken a eager curiosity in Bobby Kennedy's campaign. She was a frequent attendee at Kennedy campaign dinners. It's humorous (and never in a humorous way) how typically those in the general public eye who take a political stance that is in favor of human rights, human dignity and simply doing the precise factor are present in a pool of their very own blood. As for Dan Mitrione, he was not the only well-known former resident of Richmond, Indiana. For a fairly small city (the 2000 census shows a population of only 39,124) it has had more than its fair proportion of celebrity. Richmond can boast at the least four NFL players, one in all whom was a rookie of the year, an NFL coach, two NBA coaches, an Olympic gold medalist, Margaret Landon (the writer of The King and that i), Orville and Wilbur Wright, the legendary and innovative R&B singer Baby Huey and actress Polly Bergen along with Mitrione and a street preacher there who Mitrione befriended while he was Chief of Police in Richmond; a man by the identify of Jim Jones.

Those that've lived with me know that I've at all times worn the same kind of shoes each day. Throughout the years that I needed that model for use with my uniform I developed a choice for that specific fashion that caught with me ever since. It took me just a few years in the beginning to seek out which manufacturer's black oxfords worked greatest for me, however I soon settled on the Red Wing Shoes Style 101. That is what I've worn ever since, buying two pair at time so I can alternate between them -- shoes final for much longer in the event that they dry completely between wearings. The information I have indicate that I purchased shoes within the spring of 2005, and again in September of 2014, so it is about time to replace them again. I had seen that, since I weigh about 80 pounds less now than when i bought the last pair, my shoes seemed to suit extra loosely on my toes. I decided to have my feet measured before shopping for the substitute shoes. Red Wing advertises their "Ultimate Fit Experience" that uses "state-of-the-artwork scanning expertise" to create a 3D model of your ft, after which their expert employees will recommend the appropriate shoes for you -- that sounded like just what I wanted. The opposite thing that the people who know me finest will already perceive is that I don't wish to return merchandise to a vendor for any motive.

My rule about shopping for things is that you shop rigorously, make your buy and take your chances -- in the event you uncover that you've got made a poor alternative (whether or not you made a mistake in measuring or selecting colors, or whether or not the merchandise itself turned out to be lower than anticipated in some way) then you may be extra careful along with your next buy. The last little bit of background needed right here is that I've been working diligently for the last couple of years to remove as many trips by vehicle as I probably can. So it's time to buy some new shoes. The nearest Red Wing dealer with the fancy foot-scanning know-how seems to be in a town about 80 miles away. I drive over there on Monday and the staff is happy to measure my ft using the scanner. One foot turns out to be practically one dimension larger than the opposite, but that has never been a problem previously and should not be drawback this time either. But, they didn't have the Style one hundred and one in inventory and could no longer order them. I seemed round to see if that they had something similar which may work. Indeed, there was the Style 607, a 6-inch work boot that is similar to the a hundred and one oxfords -- the a hundred and one looks like a topless model of the 607. My podiatrist had advisable a shoe with better ankle support anyway, and the 607 was somewhat cheaper the 101, so the disappointment of not being ready to buy my customary shoe was lessened by these components.

I (thought I) had read feedback on-line that a lot of their clients ended up buying barely smaller than their typical size, so I tried on the size 12. They felt pretty good, and seemed to provide higher support for my ft. I'll take two pair, please. They'd just one pair in stock and agreed to ship me the second pair. I wore the brand new boots for the remainder of that day. The next day I wore my outdated shoes again (do not forget that I don't put on them two days in a row, they get a day to dry earlier than I wear them once more). On Wednesday I wore my new shoes again and walked a couple of miles to my doctor's office for an appointment. By the time I acquired residence I knew that I had undoubtedly selected the unsuitable measurement of shoe. I discussed the issue with my spouse and we determined to take the shoes again and get the bigger dimension. Thursday morning we drove again to the supplier, who cheerfully exchanged them for a similar shoe in size 13. I tried them on in the store and so they felt good on my toes, so I stated I'll take them and let's change the pair which are on order too. This time I even went to a neighborhood park to stroll round for some time before driving dwelling once more to ensure that the match nonetheless appeared right after carrying them for some time. One foot felt slightly free and the opposite barely snug so I assumed that I had it right, and we drove house.