Did the CIA Kill Bobby Kennedy?

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At first, it seems an open-and-shut case. On June
5 1968, Robert Kennedy wins the California Democratic primary and
is set to challenge Richard Nixon for the White House. After midnight,
he finishes his victory speech at the Ambassador hotel in Los Angeles
and is shaking hands with kitchen staff in a crowded pantry when
24-year-old Palestinian Sirhan Sirhan steps down from a tray-stacker
with a "sick, villainous smile" on his face and starts
firing at Kennedy with an eight-shot revolver.

As Kennedy lies dying on the pantry floor, Sirhan is arrested as
the lone assassin. He carries the motive in his shirt-pocket (a
clipping about Kennedy’s plans to sell bombers to Israel) and notebooks
at his house seem to incriminate him. But the autopsy report suggests
Sirhan could not have fired the shots that killed Kennedy. Witnesses
place Sirhan’s gun several feet in front of Kennedy, but the fatal
bullet is fired from one inch behind. And more bullet-holes are
found in the pantry than Sirhan’s gun can hold, suggesting a second
gunman is involved. Sirhan’s notebooks show a bizarre series of
"automatic writing" – "RFK must die RFK must be killed
– Robert F Kennedy must be assassinated before 5 June 68" –
and even under hypnosis, he has never been able to remember shooting
Kennedy. He recalls "being led into a dark place by a girl
who wanted coffee", then being choked by an angry mob. Defence
psychiatrists conclude he was in a trance at the time of the shooting
and leading psychiatrists suggest he may have be a hypnotically
programmed assassin.

Three years ago, I started writing a screenplay about the assassination
of Robert Kennedy, caught up in a strange tale of second guns and
"Manchurian candidates" (as the movie termed brainwashed
assassins). As I researched the case, I uncovered new video and
photographic evidence suggesting that three senior CIA operatives
were behind the killing. I did not buy the official ending that
Sirhan acted alone, and started dipping into the nether-world of
"assassination research", crossing paths with David Sanchez
Morales, a fearsome Yaqui Indian.

Morales was a legendary figure in CIA covert operations. According
to close associate Tom Clines, if you saw Morales walking down the
street in a Latin American capital, you knew a coup was about to
happen. When the subject of the Kennedys came up in a late-night
session with friends in 1973, Morales launched into a tirade that
finished: "I was in Dallas when we got the son of a bitch and
I was in Los Angeles when we got the little bastard." From
this line grew my odyssey into the spook world of the 60s and the
secrets behind the death of Bobby Kennedy.

Working from a Cuban photograph of Morales from 1959, I viewed
news coverage of the assassination to see if I could spot the man
the Cubans called El Gordo – The Fat One. Fifteen minutes in,
there he was, standing at the back of the ballroom, in the moments
between the end of Kennedy’s speech and the shooting. Thirty minutes
later, there he was again, casually floating around the darkened
ballroom while an associate with a pencil moustache took notes.

The source of early research on Morales was Bradley Ayers, a retired
US army captain who had been seconded to JM-Wave, the CIA’s Miami
base in 1963, to work closely with chief of operations Morales on
training Cuban exiles to run sabotage raids on Castro. I tracked
Ayers down to a small town in Wisconsin and emailed him stills of
Morales and another guy I found suspicious – a man who is pictured
entering the ballroom from the direction of the pantry moments after
the shooting, clutching a small container to his body, and being
waved towards an exit by a Latin associate.

Ayers’ response was instant. He was 95% sure that the first figure
was Morales and equally sure that the other man was Gordon Campbell,
who worked alongside Morales at JM-Wave in 1963 and was Ayers’ case
officer shortly before the JFK assassination.

I put my script aside and flew to the US to interview key witnesses
for a documentary on the unfolding story. In person, Ayers positively
identified Morales and Campbell and introduced me to David Rabern,
a freelance operative who was part of the Bay of Pigs invasion force
in 1961 and was at the Ambassador hotel that night. He did not know
Morales and Campbell by name but saw them talking to each other
out in the lobby before the shooting and assumed they were Kennedy’s
security people. He also saw Campbell around police stations three
or four times in the year before Robert Kennedy was shot.

This was odd. The CIA had no domestic jurisdiction and Morales
was stationed in Laos in 1968. With no secret service protection
for presidential candidates in those days, Kennedy was guarded by
unarmed Olympic decathlete champion Rafer Johnson and football tackler
Rosey Grier – no match for an expert assassination team.

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19, 2009

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