Ruby Ridge and the Age of State Terrorism
by
William Norman Grigg
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Isn’t America': You Can’t Say That Here
Sara
Weaver has forgiven the people responsible for murdering her mother
Vicki and younger brother Samuel twenty years ago.
Lon Horiuchi, the FBI sniper who shot Vicki in the head while she
was holding a ten-month-old infant, is still being sheltered by
the Regime that employed him. If he were any part of a man, Horiuchi
would make a pilgrimage to Sara’s home in Montana to express remorse
for the crimes he committed against her family.
Shortly before
he murdered Vicki on August 22, 1992, Horiuchi attempted to murder
her husband, Randy Weaver – a man who had done nothing to harm any
living soul. Acting under "rules of engagement" that were
tantamount to a murder warrant, Horiuchi shot Randy in the back,
attempting to kill him instantly by severing his spinal cord.
Owing to a
last-second motion by Randy, the bullet hit his shoulder and exited
his armpit. Randy and a visiting family friend named Kevin Harris
fled back to their cabin. Vicki Weaver flung open the door and was
shot in the head by Horiuchi. The same round used to murder Vicki
ended up wounding Harris.
At the time
Horiuchi attempted to murder him, Randy was visiting the forlorn
outbuilding that sheltered the lifeless body of his only son, 14-year-old
Samuel, who had been murdered the previous day by U.S. marshals
preparing to ambush the Weaver family. Three of the six camouflaged
marshals threw rocks to distract the Weaver family’s dogs. When
Samuel and Harris went to investigate, a marshal panicked and shot
one of the dogs.
After Samuel
fired in the direction of the gunshots, Randy told him to return
to the cabin.
"I’m coming,
Dad," shouted Samuel.
At that point,
one of the marshals, in keeping with the standards of valor expected
of those who serve the federal Leviathan, shot the 14-year-old in
the back.
In what a jury
later found to be a lawful use of defensive force, Harris returned
fire. Deputy Marshal William Degan was killed in the gunfight. The
Feds claimed that he was killed in the first shot of the skirmish.
This was a lie, of course: He had fired at least seven rounds before
stopping one, and it’s
likely that he was killed by "friendly fire."
For nine days,
Sara had to care for her baby sister, Elishiba, as well as her ten-year-old
sister Rachel while the shattered body of her mother decomposed
in the family’s cabin. Their home – or "compound," as
it was characterized by the criminals who besieged it, and the media
functionaries who retailed their self-serving lies -- was surrounded
by a small army of federal, state, and local law enforcement personnel.
Sara and the
other survivors also had to endure the mocking sadism of the FBI
agents who had murdered Vicki and Samuel. One morning they were
awoken by a taunting message broadcast over a loudspeaker: "Good
morning, Mrs. Weaver. We had pancakes for breakfast. What did you
have?"
In what could
be seen as a foreshadowing of the holocaust at Waco’s Branch Davidian
refuge roughly eight months later, the Feds were apparently prepared
to fire-bomb the Weaver home, thereby destroying evidence of their
crimes. A
news crew from KREM-TV in Spokane saw several large canisters of
gasoline being loaded onto an FBI helicopter, which took off
and circled the cabin – only to veer off suddenly after being videotaped
by observers on the ground.
Much to the
disappointment of the Feds, the standoff ended without additional
bloodshed. Randy Weaver and Kevin Harris were acquitted of murder
charges arising from the death of William Degan. Randy was found
guilty of failing to appear in court to answer a contrived firearms
charge engineered by an ATF provocateur who sought to blackmail
the ex-Green Beret into becoming an informant.
Although the
Weaver family eventually received a large civil settlement courtesy
of the federal government’s tax victims, neither Horiuchi nor his
supervisors – Larry Potts and Danny Coulson -- were never prosecuted.
The Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals, invoking a specious concept
it called "Supremacy Clause Immunity," ruled
that it would be impermissible for a federal law enforcement officer
to face civil or criminal prosecution for official acts that would
otherwise be criminal in nature. Judge Alex Kozinski’s scalding
dissent lambasted the court for creating what he christened the
"007 Standard" – a license to kill that was issued "to
all law enforcement agencies in our circuit -- federal, state, and
local."
A few months
after issuing that ruling, the court modified it to permit the State
of Idaho to prosecute Horiuchi under state laws. Denise Woodbury,
an assistant prosecutor from Boundary County, was prepared to put
Horiuchi on trial, but the prospect of doing so caused incoming
county attorney Brett Benson to lose bladder control. Accordingly,
the individual who murdered Vicki Weaver and attempted to murder
Randy Weaver remains at large.
As
the indispensable James Bovard pointed out sixteen years ago,
the Marshals Service "gave its highest award for valor"
to the five surviving members of the home invasion squad that murdered
Samuel Weaver. In presenting the award, then-director Eduardo Gonzalez
hymned the praises of the "exceptional courage … sound judgment
in the face of attack, and … high degree of professional competence"
displayed by the agents whose actions precipitated the needless
deaths of three people, and the attempted murder of two others.
Prior to the
killings at Ruby Ridge, the Marshals Service had spent a year and
a half spying on the impoverished, isolated Weaver family. This
included multiple acts of criminal trespass and the creation of
a network of remote-operated surveillance cameras on the high ground
above the family’s land. Weaver was considered a fugitive for missing
a court hearing after being issued two summonses giving two different
dates. He was to stand trial on firearms charges after being entrapped
by the ATF, which sought to blackmail him into becoming a federal
informant inside the Aryan Nation white supremacist organization.
Weaver’s first
encounter with the Feds came in July 1985, when he was visited by
the Secret Service after a neighbor accused him of threatening the
life of President Reagan. Rather than filing charges against Weaver,
the Feds opened a file on him. Four years later, an ATF undercover
informant-provocateur named Gus Magisano (who used the pseudonym
"Kenneth Faderly") made a business proposal to Weaver:
He offered to buy several shotguns from him if the barrels were
sawed off to his specifications.
With his family
practically starving, Weaver was a motivated seller. His customer
was an eager buyer – but he was also curiously specific regarding
the modifications he wanted on the guns, demanding that Weaver saw
off the barrels at a particular length. Those "illegal"
alterations – which left the barrels longer than those on
the sixty Remington 870 pump-action shotguns ordered by the IRS
a few years ago – offered the ATF what it thought was sufficient
leverage to blackmail Weaver.
In January
1990, Weaver was visited by ATF Agents Herbert Byerly and Steve
Gunderson, who threatened to prosecute him unless he became an informant.
To his eternal credit, Weaver invited them to inseminate themselves.
Since defiance of that kind simply couldn’t be tolerated, the ATF,
acting with the U.S. Marshals Service and several state and local
agencies, initiated the low-intensity war against the Weaver family
that eventually claimed the lives of Vicki and Samuel.
Salt
Lake attorney Jesse Trentadue explains that the federal jihad
against the Weavers was an outgrowth of an FBI initiative called
PATCON,
or "Patriot Conspiracy." The campaign was designed "to
infiltrate and incite the milita and evangelical Christians to violence
so that the Department of Justice could crush them."
"Ruby
Ridge was a PATCON operation," Trentadue observes. "Waco
was a PATCON operation. And so, too, I believe was the Oklahoma
City Bombing."
Trentadue’s
understanding of PATCON is the product of long, arduous investigation
of the FBI’s role in inciting domestic terrorism and covering up
its officially sanctioned misdeeds. He is a singularly tenacious
and motivated investigator: His brother, the late Kenneth Trentadue,
was murdered by the FBI in an Oklahoma prison cell on August 21,
1995, after being mistaken for a bank robber named Richard Lee Guthrie,
who was part of a PATCON-connected gang called the Aryan Republican
Army.
Shortly after
the April 19, 1995 OKC bombing, Kenneth – who had served time for
robbery and was on parole -- was detained in San Diego as he re-entered
the U.S. from Mexico. His wife Carmen had family down in Mexico,
and Kenney (as his brother calls him) had made a quick trip to visit
them down south.
Kenney was
stopped by a border guard who ran a background check on him. He
was arrested and stuffed into a plane bound for Oklahoma City.
At the time,
Kenney Trentadue was 44 years old, in good health, and trying to
rebuild his life. His wife was expecting a child, who was born while
Kenney was in federal custody.
Kenney assumed
that he was being held on a parole violation. He had no idea that
he had been snared in the FBI’s manhunt for "John Doe #2,"
an unidentified co-conspirator in the OKC bombing. While Kenney
was in federal custody, indictments were handed down against Timothy
McVeigh and Terry Nichols – as well as "others unknown"
– for their role in the Oklahoma City Bombing. That occurred on
August 10. Kenney arrived at the Oklahoma City Federal Transfer
Facility – just a few miles from the courtroom where McVeigh and
Nicholas had been indicted – on August 18. Three days later, he
was dead, supposedly of suicide.
Kenney’s body
was "found" hanging from a bedsheet in his cell. A few
hours after this "discovery," Kenney’s mother Wilma received
a call from acting warden Marie Cutler informing her that her son
had killed himself. In a fashion suggesting both indifference to
the family and a great deal of urgency, Cutler informed Kenney’s
mother that the body was to be cremated very soon.
Although understandably
devastated by her son’s death, Mrs. Trentadue had the presence of
mind to demand that no action be taken to dispose of the body without
the permission of Kenney’s wife. Cutler was surprised to learn that
Kenney was the married father of a newborn son; she had been told
he was single, because the killers had mistaken their victim for
somebody else.
Not only were
prison officials indecently eager to cremate Kenney’s body, they
were also frantic to sanitize the "suicide-proof" cell.
This was a criminal act of evidence tampering.
The floors
and walls of the cell were mopped and scrubbed; the bed sheet with
which Kenney had supposedly hung himself was "lost" or
destroyed; most of his clothing ended up in the possession of an
FBI agent who –in the finest tradition of that incurably corrupt
agency – let it putrefy in the trunk of his car. Within a few hours
of the "suicide," the FBI and prison officials managed
to "lose" or destroy most of the critical evidence.
When Kenney’s
mother Wilma and older brother Jesse were finally allowed to see
the body, they did so in the obnoxious company of Michael Hood,
regional counsel for the Bureau of Prisons. As Jesse later recalled
the conversation, Hood issued a poorly disguised warning: "The
Bureau of Prisons, the FBI and the U.S. Attorney’s office – we’re
one big Justice Department."
Left alone
with Kenney’s body, Jesse and his mother peeled away several layers
of post-mortem makeup. They found his body riddled with contusions
and other evidence of a severe beating, administered by both fists
and batons. His head had been repeatedly lacerated, and his throat
appeared to have been cut.
"My brother
had been so badly beaten that I personally saw several mourners
leave the viewing to vomit in the parking lot!" Jesse, a trial
attorney, wrote in an August
30, 1995 letter to the Bureau of Prisons. "Anyone seeing
my brother’s battered body with his bruised and lacerated forehead,
throat cut, and blue-black knuckles would not have concluded that
his death was either easy or a ‘suicide’! "
"I will
always be grateful to my brother for his love of life, great heart
and strength," wrote Jesse. "Had my brother been less
of a man, your guards would have been able to kill him without inflicting
so much injury to his body. Had that occurred, Kenney’s family would
forever be guilt-ridden over his death. Each of us would have lived
with the pain of thinking that Kenneth took his own life and that
we had somehow failed him. By making the fight he did for his life,
Ken has saved us that pain, and God bless for having done so!"
Jesse wasn’t
the only one who found the official story facially implausible.
Kevin Rowland, chief examiner for the Oklahoma Medical Examiner’s
office, filed a complaint with the FBI describing Kenney’s death
as "murder." The state’s chief Medical Examiner, Fred
Jordan, refused to classify the death as a suicide, labeling the
cause of Trentadue’s death "unknown."
The Bureau
of Prisons convened a board of inquiry, and – in keeping with Michael
Hood’s promise – slammed the lid down, hard. The attorney heading
the probe classified its findings as "attorney work product,"
a move intended to foreclose discovery of the material in future
court actions.
Cover-ups by
corrupt officials are commonplace. However, Jesse Trentadue considered
it strange that federal functionaries were so anxious to conceal
the circumstances of Kenney’s death. Why would the Feds lie about
the cause of Kenney’s death, and then spare no effort to destroy
all the evidence?
Shortly after
sending his letter to the BOP, Jesse received an anonymous phone
call providing him with an explanation: "Look, your brother
was murdered by the FBI. There was an interrogation that went wrong….
He fit a profile."
Kenney fell
victim to a case of mistaken identity of Dickensian
dimensions. He was a near-physical match for Richard Lee Guthrie.
They were the same age, and shared the same build -- 5’9″
tall and a muscular 180-190 lbs. Each was brown-haired, with a dragon
tattoo on his left forearm. Most importantly, Guthrie was a bank
robber, as Kenney had been before going to prison. More specifically,
Guthrie robbed banks on behalf of the Aryan Republican Army, which
conducted some 22 bank heists in the early 1990s and netted about
$250,000 to fund domestic terrorism. At the time of Kenney’s arrest,
Guthrie was already somewhere in the bowels of the federal prison
system.
Like Kenney, Guthrie would later be the victim of an anomalous prison
suicide: His body was "found" by a guard hanging from
a bedsheet. Just before his death in 1996, Guthrie had
told the Los Angeles Times that he was writing a memoir
that would, among other things, describe connections between the
ARA and the OKC bombing.
Guthrie wasn't
the only other inmate connected to the Trentadue case who would
wind up dangling lifelessly from the ceiling of his cell. Alden
Gillis Baker, an inmate at the OKC Transfer Center, told Jesse that
he had overheard an "altercation" involving "a lot
of physical violence" the night Kenney was killed; that was
followed by "faint moaning" and the sound of bedsheets
being torn. Baker repeated that account in a subsequent deposition
that was rejected by a judge. In 2000, Baker was also "found"
hanged to death by a guard in a California federal prison.
As this body
count demonstrates, the Feds were desperate to conceal something
genuinely horrible. Jesse’s understanding of the magnitude of the
cover up expanded considerably in 2004, when he received – from
a sympathetic source at the FBI – two redacted documents proving
that the FBI had been aware of a connection between the OKC bombing
and the Aryan Republican Army, which in turn was connected to a
bizarre white supremacist commune in Oklahoma called Elohim City.
That tip primed
a Freedom of Information Act Request that dislodged more than 250
pages of documents – all of them heavily censored – confirming that
the FBI and other federal agencies (including the
ATF, which had planted Carol Howe at Elohim City) had abundant
and detailed advance intelligence of the 1995 bombing.
As is the case
with any significant gathering of white supremacists, Elohim City
was a wholly owned subsidiary of the FBI. In addition to Carol Howe
(whose cover was blown by her handler when she actually tried to
expose those responsible for the OKC bombing), the late Robert Millar,
the cult’s patriarch, was also on the federal payroll.
The group’s
head of security, a dodgy German national named Andreas Strassmeir,
has been identified as an intelligence asset for both Washington
and his own national government. A hyper-violent Klan activist named
Dennis Mahon, who also spent time at Elohim City, was likewise a
paid snitch. At least one other individual there was taking notes
and passing them along to the Southern Poverty Law Center, a quasi-private
secret police adjunct headed by self-promoting fraud and
sexual degenerate Morris Dees.
At least two
ARA members were "part-time" residents of Elohim City,
and there is abundant reason to believe that Timothy McVeigh – who
called the commune just shortly before the OKC bombing – had collaborated
with the ARA in carrying out at least some of their robberies.
In 2007, shortly
after filing his FOIA request for the OKC bombing videos, Jesse
Trentadue contacted by Terry Nichols – who is serving a life sentence
for his role in the bombing, and cannot be tried again on capital
charges. With Trentadue’s assistance, Nichols filed
a deposition in a Salt Lake City federal court.
Not only did
Nicholes implicate the ARA in the bombing plot, he claimed that
McVeigh – who allegedly had been recruited as an undercover intelligence
asset while in the Army – had been working under the supervision
of Larry Potts, the same FBI official who wrote the murderous "rules
of engagement" at Ruby Ridge and later supervised the annihilation
of the Branch Davidians at Mt. Carmel, Texas.
The
Feds weren't pursuing Richard Lee Guthrie for the purpose of solving
a crime; they were hunting him as part of a nation-wide drive to
tie up loose ends in what was either a criminally inept "sting"
operation, or a full-fledged false-flag attack at Oklahoma City.
Once Kenneth
Trentadue became another loose end, he was tortured and beaten to
death -- but his brother, God bless him, was determined to pull
as hard as he could on the few frayed threads he could find.
"The only
difference between the FBI and the KGB," Jesse Trentadue wearily
concludes, "is that the Soviet secret police never pretended
to be a legitimate law enforcement agency." That observation
was shared on August 21 – twenty years after federal marshals murdered
Samuel Weaver, and the seventeenth anniversary of the torture-murder
of Kenneth Trentadue, both of whom were victims of the FBI’s ongoing
PATCON initiative.
August
25, 2012
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