04-02-2010, 02:40 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-02-2010, 02:55 AM by Charles Drago.)
Phil Dragoo Wrote:I see the assassination of Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., to have been the basest of the civil rights violations of the era.
In the brutal murder of our 35th president I see the violent imposition of national security dogma imposed on the constitutionally authorized executive of any legitimate policy.
Reading James Douglass' JFK and the Unspeakable restores the correct focus, that foreign policy was imposed by criminals when they disapproved of that of the elected executive.
My interest is now enormously piqued by the introduction of Mr. Evica, and he is now firmly in queue of my must-read following Douglass and Horne.
Your forum continues to inspire.
Phil,
Please try to find a copy of And We Are All Mortal, Professor Evica's first book-length contribution to our shared cause. It was published early on in the JFK investigation, yet it resonates today. You might also search for my earliest posts here in which I offer excerpts from AWAAM.
By mid-year TrineDay publisher will reissue my dear friend's final book, A Certain Arrogance, for which I was profoundly honored to write the Introduction.
I'm currently expanding the Intro significantly, so please don't order the currently available version, which was butchered by the on-demand publisher of the time (some three years ago).
George Michael is with us still in spirit -- as a disembodied personality and within the pages of his books, monographs, and articles.
Thank you for your interest.
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P.S. -- You might like this: G.M. and I initially met at the first conference of The Third Decade in, I believe, 1990. The following year we ran into each other on the way to a Dallas ASK conference. He was a "celebrity" within the JFK reserach community, and I was a nobody/novice. I had delivered a paper at the aforementioned TD event -- a piece that G.M. had praised (and even defended in the face of an attack by Harry Livingstone).
Anyway, at the hub airport, as I stood at the connecting gate, all of a sudden my shoulders were being grabbed by unknown hands. I spun around and there was George Michael, smiling broadly and expressing his pleasure at running into me.
"Charles, isn't it?" he asked. I nodded.
"Is it 'Dragoo?' I wonder because I'm Dalmatian."
I corrected him.
He, his family, me, and my own immediate family soon became inseparable.
And so we remain.