Misguided Morals

By Jeff Blackburn

Richard Nixon, Vice President/White House Action Officer, and Allen Dulles CIA Director, met on a regular basis over the next six years. During that time it seemed objectives and ideas, such as the mind control experiment MKUltra, which involved soldiers, civilians, drugs, and conditioning techniques, associated with the CIA became extremely farfetched.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781493172139

Jeff Blackburn

Jeff Blackburn is a native of the South West. His mother’s parents migrated from Texas and Arkansas in the early nineteen hundreds to homestead Granath Mesa near Telluride Colorado. His father’s side hailed from Texas and Oklahoma and settled in the oil fi elds of Kansas. Blackburn’s interest in his families heritage between 1840 and 1890, in untamed America, is refl ected in the continuing saga of the Huitts. But he also has interest in more current history, as refl ected in his book Misguided Morals a fi ctional account of events surrounding the Kennedy Assassination.

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CONTENTS

Introduction

SECTION ONE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

SECTION TWO

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

SECTION THREE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Epilogue

Dedicated to:

My mother Hannah

On her seventy-fifth birthday

Each day she teaches me about morality, and shows all

she meets a shining example of what being a Christian is truly about.

My sister Teresa

Who exemplifies strength, class, and beauty

My love Myra

who brings joy to my life and all those she touches

INTRODUCTION

ON NOVEMBER 23, 1963 President John F. Kennedy and First Lady Jacqueline Kennedy arrived in Dallas Texas to adoring crowds, but aside from that adoration there was another element present in the city that day. Many Americans did not care for the President, his religion, politics, or social status. Days before the Kennedy’s arrival a leaflet had been circulating throughout the city with a picture of his face the on the front and the word WANTED underneath. A poster such as this was offensive at the least, if not illegal, but it fueled the fringe element whose hatred was insatiable.

Lee Harvey Oswald could have been part of that fringe element. Oswald was someone who had the training, motivation, and instability to commit the ultimate heinous act of killing this nation’s highest elected official. It certainly looked that way on the surface, but upon further investigation Oswald had more than a checkered past. A United States marine, a defector to Russia, and an activist for the Cuban freedom movement, Oswald had at least been noticed by the government’s intelligence agencies. But more than likely he was connected to the FBI or CIA, maybe as a volunteer or recruit. Or possibly this unstable man had been involved by devious means that even he didn’t understand.

E. Howard Hunt was the nation’s top spy. When the Office of Strategic Services and the other splintered portions of the United States Intelligence agencies were combined Hunt was there. Throughout the first decade of the CIA, Hunt had coordinated and or participated in almost every covert operation which the agency involved itself. Iran, Guatemala and the planning for the invasion of Cuba all fell to Hunt’s field leadership. But he was more than a field operative. Hunt had connections all the way to the White House. Vice President Richard Nixon and Allen Dulles, the Director of the CIA, had trusted Hunt to disperse illegal funds, direct black flag operations, and co-ordinate assassinations when needed.

Allen Dulles, a Princeton educated lawyer, served in the State Department for five years. Before and during World War Two he had strong ties to the intelligence community. During the war Dulles was stationed in Bern Switzerland as the Swiss Director of the OSS. Much of the information Allies received about the V-1, V-2 rockets, and the Nazi’s development of jet engine technology were collected by Dulles. He was also aware of the German Military’s plot to assassinate Hitler, but was rendered powerless to contribute any resources. In nineteen fifty-two Dulles was appointed the first civilian director of the CIA. During his time the agency expanded immensely. Dulles was instrumental in the development of such operations as MKultra, a mind control experiment, Operation Mockingbird, which influenced foreign and domestic media companies. Operations Dulles conducted in Guatemala and the Caribbean may have been influenced by his shareholdings in American Fruit, the major representative of American financial investment in the region. After the failed invasion of Cuba, Dulles was unceremoniously fired by President Kennedy. Kennedy was later quoted saying he would Splinter the CIA into a million pieces, and scatter them to the wind.

Richard Nixon had a meteoric rise to power that was unprecedented at that time in American politics. For most of his life he had coveted power and recognition. An excellent student and athlete Nixon had earned the opportunity to attend an Ivy League school, yet he was unable to capitalize on his scholarship because of financial restraints that his family faced. This missed opportunity made him realize that money and power were the two things in the world that mattered. In nineteen forty-six he conducted a brutal campaign to gain a seat in the United States House of Representatives. After his victory Nixon served on three key house committees. With some help from FBI Director of the J. Edgar Hoover, Nixon kicked off what was later termed the Red Scare. Nixon went on to serve in the Senate, and later won the nomination for Vice President and served for President Dwight D. Eisenhower. During his time in the White House Nixon was instrumental in developing the CIA. The 1960 election for President was to be a shoe in for Nixon, but he lost to John F. Kennedy in one of the closest races ever. In nineteen sixty-two he ran in California’s Governor race and lost. Nixon felt his political life was over, and he placed the blame firmly on John Kennedy and the whole Kennedy clan.

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This writer is convinced that Richard M. Nixon is the most corrupt American politician of the twentieth century. Nixon’s total disregard for the law, the basic rights of American citizens, as well as, the rights of other countries to conduct their affairs as they saw fit, fueled America’s taste for imperialism in the post WWII era. With the help of Allen Dulles and several rouge operatives, Nixon created an intelligence agency, which used secret slush funds contributed to by major corporations that quickly developed into a fascist arm of the government. This agency, the CIA, and many so called leaders during and since that time, have operated outside the realm of checks and balances setup to keep this republic a free society, and that endangers the rights of people everywhere.

If in any one in our government was involved in the assassination of John F. Kennedy, and it was subsequently covered up by the government, it is the greatest injustice in our nation’s history. Consequently, this coup, and the other crimes committed in the name of national security have changed the American creed from Liberty and Justice for All, to Might is Right. Unfortunately the policy and tactics established during this time have influenced all subsequent administrations and policy makers.

If the powers within the government can assassinate our elected leadership and get away with it then freedom is dead, and no one is safe to sleep at night.

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The following story is based loosely on historical fact. Some characters and events are fabricated to create a story were facts cannot ever be authenticated. And some facts are deliberately changed to make the story told in these pages more compelling for the reader.

People react to fear not love – they don’t teach that in Sunday School, but it’s true.

(Richard M. Nixon commenting on Communism and the Cold War. Date unknown)

SECTION

ONE

CHAPTER ONE

FROM THE CRAP Shed the view of the Pacific Ocean, the beach and the rustling palms was spectacular. A strong pong surely indicated that the latrine was very nearby, yet the name was not for the buildings proximity to the communal toilet, but for the nightly gambling that took place there. Craps, black jack, and poker were regular events, and occasionally a book might be held on anything from a fight back in the states to a spirited cockroach race. Some of the bootleg liquor and all of the legitimate spirits were controlled by the proprietor of the gambling venture. The Crap Shed, as it had been so gloriously referred to since the base had been captured from the Japanese, had always been the center of entertainment on the remote island base. Not really a shed the structure was just four tin walls, a thatched roof, and a floor made of scrap lumber. Every night the place was packed, except Sundays or when an inspection was looming.

Since Lieutenant Commander Richard Nixon had arrived, in the fall of 1943 the gambling den had rocketed to even greater heights of popularity. After a year of service in Washington D.C., with the Tire and Rubber Ration Commission the young supply officer had come to Majuro Island. Time in the rationing position had produced some connections in the Washington community, but as the war escalated Nixon new that the place to be was in the action. He had always planned to be a potent politician, and knew that military service would look good on his resume.

Two Marines walked down the beach toward the shack, the Lieutenant Commander moved in a direction to intercept their path. The Marines saluted, Nixon returned the salute. Hey fellas the shack is closed for the next few days. Admiral Stone is rumored to be coming for an inspection today or tomorrow.

The marines seemed for minute as if they were going to protest. The smaller one of the two inquired, Commander we just need something to drink, can’t you help us out, he spoke in a southern drawl.

Everything has been moved out of the shack for now by order of the base commander. We’ll be back in business in a few days The Marines finally resigned that there was no chance to get what they wanted, and began to move on down the beach.

Nixon pretty much had the run of the base since his arrival. Admiral Jacobs, the base commander, had welcomed the young officer with open arms because he knew of Nixon’s political connections, and supply officers with direct connections to Washington were usually given a lot freedom in their duties during war time. In fact the Admiral had been the one to put Lieutenant Commander Nixon in charge of the gambling concession. He felt morale was important to a well-organized base, and the Crap Shed was the only entertainment from here to Sydney.

As the sun began to set, Nixon reflected about his childhood in Yorba Linda and Whittier California. Growing up in Northern California in the early twentieth century was quiet and serene. When Richard was a child he seemed rather un-remarkable, a gentle and shy boy who never seemed to wander far from his mama. His mother an excellent baker rose at 4:00 am every morning, and baked and sold as many as fifty pies a day, to help supplement the family’s income. Many mornings Richard awoke early to help with his mother with her baking. Young Richard’s parents stressed discipline and education, but his mother insisted that he learn music and culture as she did with all her children. Time passed and the boy began to grow and fill out. By the time he was a teenager he was five foot ten and one hundred sixty pounds, he was an excellent athlete and a proven leader amongst his peers. His Quaker upbringing, and the strong work ethic his parents had instilled in him, helped him to develop.

Richard his father would say, A man can be anything he wants to be in this country, and you are a young man with great potential. But, always remember to do the right things. Be honest, be trustworthy, and you will always be respected. Do your best and you will prosper.

Richard’s Grandfather had served proudly at Gettysburg. After the Civil War with his family in tow the former soldier made the long trip across the continent, and settled in Northern California. Richard’s grandparents were poor and endured many hardships, but over time they established a reputation as honest and hardworking. Mom and dad met and fell in love in 1898. Richard’s grandmother objected to his parent’s courtship. Grandma and Grandpa were devoted Quakers, and felt their daughter should consider some one of their own faith, but Thomas Nixon won his future in-laws over after a time. Richard’s father had raised himself up from these meek beginnings to own his own business, a humble gas station and country store in Whittier California. Thomas knew his son had the potential to truly capture the American Dream.

Father I know I will never let you down. I will always try my best to be just like you. Richard’s father would beam with pride. The love he had for the boy, as well as for all of his children was evident.

On the exterior Richard seemed like and a normal boy. His coaches and teachers praised the young man; he was an academic all-star, football and basketball captain, and class president both junior and senior year of high school. Nixon was competitive and hated to lose, for that he was recognized by his peers as an inspirational leader. The finest leader our team has ever had. His fire inspires all the young men around him. His High School coach would often say about him.

Yet, no one recognized the depth of the frustration Richard felt when he did not win. They didn’t know the black thoughts he entertained when the team lost or a grade wasn’t obtained. They didn’t know the rage that he kept hidden. Or how he blamed others, and wished them harm, when he felt they hadn’t competed hard enough, or their errors had somehow contributed to his personal feelings of loss. His deep seeded insecurity and feelings of low self-esteem were buried so deep that he himself never attempted to deal with them. Because of this lack of self-awareness, and a willingness to dismiss anger, he never saw his internal self-talk as dangerous or abnormal. In fact the outward persona that he invented was so convincing that all saw the young man as tempered, polite and cultured.

During his senior year of high school he was captain of the basketball team. Whittier’s High School basketball team had earned an outside chance to win a spot in the regional championship tournament. A key game that year came late in the season against Sacramento High School. At the half way point of the game the underdog Whittier High was only down two points, against the much stronger team from the capitol.

In the locker room during the half time intermission Coach Wotman gave his usual inspirational speech. When he finished he asked the team’s captain, Richard do you have anything to add?

An intense passion coursed through the young man, and it was evident as he began to speak. As I look around this locker room, I see a group of companions who have come so far together. We have grown, we have persevered, and we have overcome. What was our common goal when we began this season? Was it to strive to do our best? Was it to feel good about ourselves? Was it to be the big men on campus? Well the answer to those questions as individuals maybe yes. He paused, But we came together as a team to win. We came together as individuals to form a team, and bring home a championship. What are we gonna do?

The team responded in unison, Win.

Richard asked again, this time with more intensity, What are we gonna do?

The team responded again in unison, and this time louder than before, Win!

Lets’ do it, lets’ win this game! the young captain shouted as the team bolted from the locker room.

The game remained close and very competitive until late in the fourth period. It had the feel of a classic David and Goliath battle. With the smaller school answering the call each time they seemed to be down. During the third period the Whittier team overcame a five point deficit, and the home town crowd went wild. With only two minutes and thirty seconds left in the game Richard’s squad was only down one point. They had possession of the ball, and it was a crucial moment in the game. Bill Thompson was moving the ball up the floor, the Whittier team needed to score on this possession. As he crossed the half court line he spotted what he thought was an open teammate. Thompson made a quick decision to pass the ball. But his decision was ill advised, and he threw the ball right into an opposing players hands. The turnover turned out to be the critical turning point of