Who Was David W. Belin?



David W. Belin, a Victim of his Research Knowledge?

In the previous blogpost, I wrote a few quick remarks about David W. Belin, a Des Moines, Iowa lawyer who served important administrative roles both on the Warren Commission, and then on the Rockefeller Commission. Belin has been described by some as a bully who pushed the official governmennt story, in both endeavors. But he died a suspicious death, less than a week before he was supposed to be interviewed by a well-known conspiracy author over the death (murder) of Frank Olson, the first official mkultra victim.


David Belin a Victim?


Reporter Sara Mercury (a character in The Plan) fired for "too much time spent on the JFK assassination," turns her interest to American assassin, Michael Townley (shown here), and wonders what role he may have played in the strange 1999 death of  Des Moines, Iowa lawyer David W. Belin, an attorney for the Warren and Rockefeller Commissions. She also investigates Townley's role at Colonia Dignidad, a torture community in Chile.



Michael Townley, DINE


Michael Townley (Google images)

An American assassin, the son of an automotive executive living in Santiago, Chile, designed the torture chamber for Colonia Dignidad. Michael Townley, now in witness protection somewhere in the U.S., was connected with the CIA.




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Amazing Fr. Carlos Crespi


The Amazing “Little” Priest of Cuenca, Ecuador:

Fr. Carlos Crespi Croci (Informal) Timeline


The famous priest

This past week, I finished the first draft of the prologue to Gringolandia, a sequel to The Plan (Book 2 of the Civil Rights Mystery Sleuth Series).

Gringolandia opens with the fascinating story of Fr. Crespi, who once lived in Cuenca, creating schools and museums, while caring for the sick and the poor of this small Andean city. He also had another vocation, one that drew international attention (even from astronaut Neil Armstrong, UFOologists, and the Mormon church), collecting thousands of artifacts that finally caused him trouble with Church and government officials!

Some figurines and statues were described as archaeological findings of Mesopotamian or Egypt origin with the thesis that between the cultures of the Andes and of Mediterranean had been a connection. Sound intriguing? I think so, and here are my notes for you to enjoy that helped me tell the story!





Chapter 6


I loved my scales of justice—a small desk toy that Joe purchased for me in a Jackson antique shop. It reminded me of the gadgets that Grandpa Willie kept in his tool shed.

I would drive Mollie nuts with my scales, dropping paperclips on the Truth or Fairness side, depending on how I’d fared that day in court. The scales are supposed to remain in balance for justice to prevail. But for black people in Mississippi, this rarely happened. The Magnolia state could use a third scale, for Ludicrous. One day the Coahoma County assistant district attorney wanted to put my young client in Parchman prison for stealing aspirin for his sick baby. Even the old white judge appeared disgusted with the ADA and dismissed the case.

I took my win that day with grace. Did my usual thing behind the ADA’s back and returned to the office, ready to load up the Fairness side. I called out for Mollie to open a new box of paperclips and join me, but she appeared busy. As I walked through the front door, she yelled from down the hallway, “Can we get rid of some of these messy cardboard boxes, Mister Clinton?”

“What’s the problem, Mollie?” I was hanging up my suit coat, first giving it a quick brush while listening. Mollie could get overly excited over silly stuff, so I wasn’t tuning in to what she had to say—at first.

“One of your boxes back here in the storage room fell over and spilled its guts into the hallway. Those boxes are creeping out of their places, and I’m afraid more of them are about to flop over and burst open.”

I was a meticulous man who brushed lint from my blue serge suit, picked my short Afro, and shined my shoes to military standards—always going into court with a handkerchief in my breast pocket, so any mess in my office normally concerned me. These boxes held papers I’d been collecting for years. They were important to me, and I didn’t consider them to be a problem.  Each box held documents that might one day solve a crime—or send someone to prison. I knew they created a space problem, but I had already warned Mollie she never was to touch or even go near them.

I sensed she knew on a deeper level to leave the boxes alone. She probably did have some idea of what I was doing, but we didn’t talk about it at first. I didn’t feel it was safe for her to have this knowledge. My attitude eventually changed; in later years, I shared some of what I was doing. But not in these early years of my law career.



Woodie Hayes Would Like Him


THE PLAN eventually moves into Ecuador, a country where my husband and I now live. We enjoy the culture and people here, and I like sharing some of what we observe.

Don Colon International Restaurant and Bar, Cuenca, Ecuador

Often, we eat in Central, the historical part of the city, at Don Colon's restaurant. Yes! He exists. Colon is an important character in the book who saves "the lady"! This particular post is about a character who Fred and I frequently see, on the way to check in with Colon and have our meal.



Little fish in a big fiction sea


The lady who I’d just met the night before bought a copy of my newest book. Bless her. I met her at Don Colón's restaurant in Cuenca, Ecuador.

The real Colón is a character in The Plan and we eat dinner at his place most nights. I don't like to cook; he knows this, and sometimes teases me when we come through the door.

There is MORE to this story ...


Chapters 3,4,5: The Plan




Chapter 2: The Plan




Chapter 1: The Plan




Prologue: The Plan




CIA Matters Timeline


Putting together a timeline on some of the CIA's activities starting after WW II. I'm actually looking into South American activities, but thought I would just to pull together as much as I could.

Do you have something to add? Especially interested in Uruguay, Chile and Argentina, but always interested in whatever you have to fill this out. Operation Condor and Colonia DignidAd (hint hint) interest me.


Take a look at what I've put together so far --




What Media Doesn't Report: JFK



Richard Charnin, Guest Blogger

DOES MAINSTREAM MEDIA Refuse to Ask the Real Questions About President John F. Kennedy's Death? JFK researcher Richard Charnin joins others who believe that many news reporters and analysts "simply ignore conspiracy facts and make offhanded remarks about conspiracy theories."


JFK Assassination, Mississippi


The Plan is historical (and paranormal) fiction. Some of it is absolutely true, and parts were fabricated to make the story flow. When I was doing research in the Mississippi Delta, I ran into the story of John D. Sullivan (a very real person) who died in a strange way.

Everyone said he'd shot himself in a tragic gun accident, but after I started digging, I knew there was far more to this story. Nothing sounded right, and then I learned this former FBI agent had been working in New Orleans with the same group of characters that had been investigated for the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. One of those men was Guy Banister, and another was David Ferrie. Throw in organized crime boss Carlos Marcello -- and you have a fascinating account.

Keep reading to learn the way I presented John D, Sullivan's story in The Plan:


Favorite Conspiracy Authors


"The great masses of the people will more easily fall victims to a great lie than to a small one." --Adolf Hitler, MEIN KAMPF

"I am even more intrigued with the assassination of President John F. Kennedy now than I was back when it happened. The big lie was effectively used by planners to keep us in the dark." --Susan Klopfer, author

(keeping reading to learn more about my favorite JFK Conspiracy Books and authors. i promised you will be surprised.) 


Two FREE eBooks


For My Book-reading Friends --
Today I've put up two links to free civil-rights books

Who Killed Emmett Till (unabridged) can be found for download on Scribd 



Peek Preview


Prologue and Chapter 1

Here's a peek preview. The book will be available Oct. 31 in an ebook format. Print available Nov. 22.


Book Trailer - The Plan



Cuenca Writers

Writers in Transition (WIT)
An Evening of the Spoken Word
California Kitchen Restaurant
Luis Cordero 5-65 y Honorato Vasquez
03 October 2013 . Thursday . 6pm Dinner . 7pm Readings
Free Admission . Cash Bar
"Ignorance at the Altar", Chapter 3 of Kids Make the Best Bookies,
by Kathryn McCullough
In which my mother, a fundamentalist fashionista, marries my mafia father.
"Everyone Wants to Live Forever, Don't They?", Chapter 1 of Methuselah's Secret,
by Chris Petersen
Chapter 1 of the author's revised novel. Franklin Stone investigates his best friend's death and finds more than he bargained for.
"Muse Macabre"
by Frances Augusta Hogg
Ever wonder where all her creepy ideas come from?
"Granpa Willie and His Hoodoo", Chapter 32 of The Plan,
by Susan Klopfer
Clinton Moore's legal assistance, Mollie, arrives in Ecuador and is mesmerized by a piece of art she comes upon in a hotel lobby. Moore tries to capture its spirit, through hoodoo, in an effort to connect with her, now that he is dead.
"Why Did They Fire the King?"
by Ray Walter
A brief look at some little-known circumstances surrounding the abdication of Edward VIII in 1936.  
"Someday I Would Like to Wake Up Dead"
by Alan Woods
Author dreams about waking up dead after nearly dying in surgery.
"The Truth is That Those Who Were Alive Then Never Knew What Really Happened",
(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollowes p. 129)
by Anne Carr
Another short piece on expecting the unexpected!



Who Killed JFK?


An important theme in The Plan revolves around the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. I will be blogging about this crime; this year is the fiftieth anniversary of this crime.  Over the years, I've read hundreds of JFK conspiracy books. I've put together a good list of books that I like to suggest. The list appears on Amazon.


JFK Assassination Best Books To Read

A Listmania! list by Susan Klopfer "Susan" (Cuenca, Ecuador)

The list author says: "Most people do not know that even the U.S. government doubts the findings of the Warren Commission report. Yet after nearly 50 years of books, films, "the news" and research papers, the majority of U.S. citizens do question that Lee Harvey Oswald was a lone assassin, according to Gallup and other recent scientific polls. Many citizens also doubt the Magic Bullet analysis, created and touted by the late Sen. Arlen Specter. So if you think something is fishy about this important American history that you have been told, you are not alone.

Did you know that the 1977-78 congressional re-investigation of the John F, Kennedy assassination found that the FBI and the Warren Commission failed to investigate adequately the possibility of a conspiracy to assassinate JFK, that the CIA was deficient in supplying information to the Commission, and that the Secret Service may have failed to do its job?"


Here's the Link to my list: http://www.amazon.com/JFK-Assassination-Best-Books-Read/lm/R26I8H4DDSYYDG



Colonia Dignidad Part I


What a Southern Andes, Chilean Village Has to Do with The Plan:

The gate at Colonia Dignidad

In The Plan, I wrote a subtheme around a place in South American known as Colonia Dignidad.  In this strange community that lies deep in the Andean foothills of Chile’s central valley, a group of German expatriates once lived—all members of a utopian experiment. They resided there for decades, separate from others who lived around them, but were widely known and admired, and respected for their cleanliness, their wealth, and their work ethic.

Their neighbors, however, had no idea of what was going on behind the fences that separated this community from the other Chilean families.

In The Plan, Clinton Moore, Dr. Dan Bell, “Frank,” and Tara Means are fictional characters. But Dr. Boris Weisfeiler, who I write about, was a Russian-born mathematician who lived in the United States before going missing in Chile in 1985, at the age of 43. He had taught at Penn State University until he went on his biking trek in the Andes where he was captured by colony guards, tortured and killed.

Most North Americans have never heard of Colonia Dignidad or Dr. Weisfeiler, and that included me, until I started doing research for The Plan. Then after learning about this colony, and its possible ties to the United States, one of my purposes in writing this book (set for release in early October), became to learn more and share my new knowledge about this secret torture colony in South America.

I will be blogging about Colonia Dignidad in the next few weeks. And then I will have a surprise announcement to make! So please follow and I will enjoy hearing your comments.


Part I Paul Schaefer Starts the Movement

The land comprising Colonia Dignidad stretches across 70 square miles, rising gently from farmland to low, forested hills, against a backdrop of snowcapped mountains. Today this community has a new name—Villa Baviera—and is becoming integrated into Chile. But for decades, it was totally isolated. The only connection that its members had to the outside world was a long dirt road that wound through tree farms and fields of wheat, corn, and soybeans.

“The road passed through a guarded gate, and led to the center of the property, where the Germans lived in an orderly Bavarian-style village of flower gardens, water fountains, and cream-colored buildings with orange tile roofs,” writes Bruce Falconer, for The American Scholar.

This researcher describes today’s colony as comprised of modern apartment complexes, two schools, a chapel, several meetinghouses, and a bakery that produces fresh cakes, breads, and cheeses. “There [once] were numerous animal stables, two landing strips, at least one airplane, a hydroelectric power station, and mills and factories of various kinds, including a highly profitable gravel mill that supplied raw materials for numerous road-building projects throughout Chile. On the north side of the village was a hospital, where the Germans provided free care to thousands of patients in one of the country’s poorest areas.”

Who made all of this possible? And how did something so good turn into something so bad? Was the United States involved? If so, how?

Despite these questions, here is some of what we do know: a charismatic preacher named Paul Schaefer, now deceased, founded Colonia Dignidad in the early 1960s. Only until several years ago, Schaefer remained in charge.

While he lived most of his adult life in Chile, he spoke little Spanish. His followers mostly spoke German, and the colonos of Colonia Dignidad, as they were called, dressed in traditional German peasant clothes—the men in wool pants and suspenders, the women in homemade dresses and headscarves.

Schaefer wore newer, more modern clothes that denoted his stature, according to Falconer. “His manner was serious; he seldom smiled. The effect only deepened the sense of mystery that surrounded him.”

Outsiders were rarely invited into the grounds of the colony. An old Chilean newsreel, filmed at Schaefer’s invitation in 1981, gives a rare glimpse of life inside the community, showing it to be a utopia in full and happy bloom.


Schaefer, living out his life as a prisoner before he died.

“A carpenter assembles a new chair for the Colonia’s school. A woman in a white apron bakes German-style torts and pastries in the kitchen. Teenaged boys clear a new field for planting. Children laugh and splash in a lake. Schaefer himself, wearing a white suit and brown aviator sunglasses, takes the camera crew on a tour. Standing next to the Colonia’s flour mill, he extols the quality of German machinery.”

The television crew is led to a petting zoo, where the reporter feeds chunks of bread to baby deer and plays with the colonos’ collection of pet owls. “The newsreel concludes with a performance by a 15-piece chamber orchestra composed of young, female colonos in flowing white skirts and colorful blouses. The music is beautiful and expertly played.”

The newsreel should have stopped right then; the reporters should have packed up their equipment and gone home! It was all a lie. But how would they have known about the torture that was going on at Dignidad, with all of these attempts to make life look so good for these colons?

It took years for the authorities to learn the truth, and then too many more years before they shut down this camp and imprisoned Schaeffer. What went on in this Andean inferno and why? What is being said in today's trials taking place in Santiago? Was the Penn State professor merely in the wrong place at the wrong time?

What goes on in this remote village today?

I’ll write more about Colonia Dignidad in Part II.


COPA censors Baker


Judyth Vary Baker, conspiracy author, and a scientist


I want to address a recently reported decision made by the Coalition on Political Assassinations, or COPA. Listed among speakers for the upcoming November 22-25 Dallas conference, is Judyth Vary Baker. This author of Lee and Me, a well-documented account of her romance with Lee Harvey Oswald, has much to offer on the fiftieth anniversary of the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. But Baker was told last week there is “no room” for her at the meeting.

She reports sending email asking for details on her time slot, only to be told she has been dropped. The online list continues to show her name on COPA’s home page, but this list “was formed last year,” Baker learned.  Further, since she spoke by Skype in 2012, she’s “already spoken,” a conference leader said.

 Judyth asks why everyone else on the list, who has “already spoken,” has been invited back. Further, this author has something new to say. This past year, she has written a compelling account of David Ferrie, a man who lived in the shadows of the assassination of JFK, and who like Oswald, has been villainized.

Is there room at COPA for new ideas? For Baker? Is the problem that she has spoken out against some of the books written by other invited guests?

Such a decision by COPA—to ban her from speaking— would be insulting to academic freedom, she believes. And so do I.


COPA is known for its scientific approach in helping us learn more about the JFK assassination. Among the group are many bright academics who also are typically cautious of taking political risks—tenure must be at the back of one’s mind whenever presenting academic papers on controversial issues, such as this. For example, I would hate to be a history professor at Purdue University this year! If you don’t know the story, this prestigious university’s new president once tried banning the works of a famous and liberal historian in high school text books. But he didn’t stop there.

Dozens of Purdue University professors recently questioned his commitment to academic freedom, and in an open letter to President Mitch Daniels, they’ve said they are more troubled by his continued criticism of Howard Zinn's writings since becoming Purdue's president than they were by the emails he sent as governor more than three years ago.

"However much we disagree with your past statements, we are more troubled by the fact that you continue to express these views today, especially since you are now speaking as the chief representative of Purdue University with the responsibility to embody the best of academic inquiry and exchange," the professors wrote.

This public questioning of a powerful university president took balls! Does COPA have any?

Surely those men and women who started COPA were risk-takers, but as most such radical organizations grow, has COPA followed the model and moved to the center?  Centrists don’t rattle cages. And centrists don’t cause change. Is this where COPA wants to be? Viewing political assassinations from a safe place? Where there will be less criticism of COPA’s agenda?

People who are edgy and extreme are the ones who create change. Look back at the Weather Underground and the original Black Panthers. These men and women were anything but centrists; and they made their points.


Judyth has something more than “just data” to offer at this important fiftieth anniversary event. She has a first-hand story that is significant. She slept with the man who has been blamed for killing the president. She does not believe Oswald is the villain he’s been made out to be by the Warren Commission and all of the investigators from the FBI, intelligence agencies, and even the compromised U.S. press. You know, journalists like Chuck Todd who don’t believe it is their duty to ask questions when politicians lie to the public. She believes Oswald even tried to save JFK’s life.

Judyth is not a quiet, cautious person. She can appear flaky. She types in all caps—shouts online—when she gets attacked. She acts frantic when she’s called names. Sometimes she says things that make her Facebook followers upset. Some ask if she’s in her right mind. I think of several other assassination conspiracy writers who have been targeted for shunning because they sometimes appear to lose control. Does this behavior make them wrong? Or are they reacting to continued attempts to harass and censor?

Whenever a “Judyth” is banned from speaking in important arenas, one has to ask if the organization’s membership truly reflects its stated goals. Stated less politely, has COPA’s leadership been compromised by some who do not want truth to be known? Could there possibly be some influence by CIA or FBI or military assets doing their job by making sure people like Judyth are silenced? If you answer no, I have a bridge to sell you. This happens frequently and all of us can think of people and situations that must be questioned.

Judyth is an easy target; she’s easy to rattle. Years of hiding out in foreign countries, fearing she is a potential target and the loss of her family have taken their toll. Maybe she suffers from PTSD. Would you suffer, under these bizarre circumstances?

COPA needs to invite this significant author to speak; otherwise this organization could go the way of Purdue University when it comes to teaching and reporting history. Thank God there are professors at that Indiana institution willing to speak out on free speech. Willing to defend a brilliant mind from the likes of a TeaJadist ruler.

COPA has nothing to lose by letting Judyth Vary Baker speak on this fiftieth anniversary; the organization has everything to lose if Judyth is banned.

So, I double-dog-dare COPA to invite Judyth as a major speaker this November. Otherwise I am right about all of the above (and more).


Susan Klopfer, MBA, is a graduate of Hanover College and Indiana Wesleyan University. The former journalist and Prentice Hall acquisitions and development editor, is the author of three nonfiction books on Mississippi civil rights: The Emmett Till Book; Where Rebels Roost, Mississippi Civil Rights Revisited; and, Who Killed Emmett Till. Her new book, The Plan, is set to be published at the end of September. Ties to the Ku Klux Klan, Militia, Neo Nazis, Chile's Colonia Dignidad, NSA,FBI,CIA and the assassinations of two famous civil rights leaders and President John F. Kennedy keep the pace moving in this HISTORICAL FICTION PARANORMAL NOVEL, first of a crime action adventure series.  - See more at: http://ebooksfromsusan.com/.


Culture Sticks


I live in Cuenca, Ecuador. This is where my husband and I have retired as expats. It’s a new and different life, and sometimes I’m asked if there has been an adjustment period. I thought I’d share a few thoughts.

By the way, about one-third of The Plan is set in Ecuador. Susan

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In careful Spanglish, I apologize to Juan. Fred and l are expected for lunch and we’re running twenty minutes late. “We’re only a couple of blocks away,” I promised from my cell phone.

Te veré cuando llegue aquí, our new friend says—he will see us when we get there. He doesn’t sound too concerned.

Why did I make that call, I laughed. Arriving late for lunch won’t set off alarms in Cuenca, Ecuador, where we now live. People here don’t let timeliness or punctuality get in the way of relationships. They are more people-oriented than most other places where I’d lived most of my life.

It’s the culture—the way things are done—that gives meaning wherever you live to behavior like being on time or arriving late. I had learned this in a college class years ago, and now I was getting a life lesson on such etiquite, as my husband and I adjust to South America.

Life’s tardiness rules were different where I grew up in Oregon, and honestly don’t apply very well here.

Being ten minutes early defined being on time in the Pacific Northwest. I remember my mother’s reaction when a dinner guest was ten minutes late. “Should we just go ahead and eat without him, John,” she asked my father, using her most terse voice. The company arrived fifteen minutes past the appointed hour, and I watched her plop the cold mashed potatoes on our plates. My dad had decided to wait for our guest. My mother conceded, but was not her usual, gracious self that evening.

We work hard in our new environment trying to understand different ways of doing some typical things, like paying a light bill “on time,” or collecting a medical insurance reimbursement. We watch, learn and adapt for good reason: Cuenca, Ecuador is filled with agreeable people and the cost of living is low. Healthcare is excellent; the vegetables and fruit are fresh and bountiful. Organic yogurt and range free eggs give breakfast a new life. I want us to stay here forever; my husband and I have worked through the system to become residents. So what’s so hard about following a few, new rules? Or learning how to speak Spanish?

Most “expats” or “gringos,” find these adjustments difficult, and end up going back to where they came from, before getting to the end of their first two years. This has been the pattern for newcomers to this charming colonial city of nearly half a million people, I am told by a student social scientist. He is visiting Cuenca for a week to collect data, while working on his Master’s thesis. Why do they leave? I ask him this question, but I think I know the answer.

They invested money and time, at first, in getting here—packing important stuff into large crates and shipping it all off to Guayaquil. Some brought along a cat or dog on the plane, adding to the costly airfare. It must be disheartening and depressing to pack it all up, when things don’t work out the way they planned.

I hear them blame some say they miss grandchildren. Others blame language problems or something else they can’t conquer. They are not always sure why Ecuador isn’t working out for retirement, and sometimes I see displaced anger.

One newcomer blogs “something must be done about those women doing laundry in the river.” She has never seen people using nature in this functional way, and asks us to pool our money and buy indigenous women washing machines “so they won’t pollute the streams.”

They would need clothes dryers, we respond. And someone would have to pay for the electricity. Bloggers jumped in, trying to explain the rich history and culture behind this tradition. A few expats come off rude, telling her to go home if she objects to how some people here wash their clothes. I wonder if she still lives in Cuenca?

Another man, preparing to move to this South American city, asks online if it is “okay” to pack his loaded crossbow and bring it on the plane’s overhead luggage rack. He gets swift negative response from us. Then a gentleman posting after him wants our opinions about bringing guns with him to Cuenca, and gets the same reaction.

Some expats want their lives to remain the same as it was in the United States. “They have all colors of astro turf available all over the U.S. but I can’t find it anywhere here, except in black,” one newer expat fumes in his post. Wouldn’t ceramic tiles, some natural wood or a woven rug do the trick? He doesn’t think so.

When a tea party expat complains about Communist Obama, I suggest that Ecuador’s government is socialist. “We’ll do something about that!” she reacts. Has she started on her political campaign or will she leave this dacha, too?

At my favorite small restaurant near the central plaza, owned by a native son who lived and worked most of his life in Florida, an “angry bird” expat catches me at lunch. Sitting across the table from us, he admits why he’s departing Cuenca in two days.

“Everyone here should speak English,” he says between bites of Chilean sea bass. “There are lots of Americans here, and we wouldn’t be leaving if local people talked like us. It would be a smart business practice for them, don’t you think?”

I don’t nod my head in agreement, but listen, and eventually suggest that some of Cuenca’s successful entrepreneurs, like realtors, doctors and housekeepers, already speak English to get business from English-speaking expats.

Others lived and worked in the U.S. in a variety of fields, and returned home speaking a second, third or fourth new language. Still more Ecuadorians use English or some of the other 23 pre-colonial and indigenous languages, besides their Spanish. I swear I’ve heard Italian, German, Portuguese and even good French spoken on Cuenca’s streets.

I don’t want to sound cranky.There are plenty of successful expats living here. I’ve learned from these folks what makes a successful expat and here are a few observations.

Learning the native language tops my list, but this can seem impossible for some expats who remain monoglots. “I am too old,” is a frequent reason given; Others say they don’t have enough money to pay for lessons.

Maybe I’ll write a book for them, and call it Learn Spanish in a Cab! Cuencano taxi drivers often teach their mono-lingual customers by engaging in multi-lingual conversations while swerving through traffic. They demonstrate simple words and phrases, at no extra charge, using a slow and steady lyrical version of their mother tongue while feeding the gas.

I listen to this expat’s departing words at lunch as he describes a small Caribbean island catering to U.S. citizens who seek to escape the IRS. “I’ll only have to pay $400,000 and they’ll give me a second passport. They speak English, too.” He blots his tense lips with a brown linen napkin. “I’m tired of this place,” he finally huffs.

I could have been more police. I should have wished him a successful journey. I could have explained that learning a second language is good for a person’s brain, and not so hard to do if you listen to Spanish-speaking television, read outdoor signs and take taxis.

But I quietly thank the universe. I don’t have to come up with almost half a million dollars to find a place of retirement that fits my definition of perfect. I want to stay here, and am prepared to change some of my attitudes or modify behaviors to make this work.

Already I’m not so bad at Spanglish. I can talk to cabdrivers like a chap, and use inside Italian phrases, like cao, cao, as do the more suave Ecuadorians.

I am sure that Juan will help me make this transition. I like our get togethers, and I trust that my new friend won’t hold it against me if I am a little late today for lunch.


Susan Klopfer is an author and expat living in Cuenca, Ecuador. She holds a B.A. degree in Communication from Hanover College and an MBA from Indiana Wesleyan University. She is the author of several civil rights books including Who Killed Emmett Till? and The Emmett Till Book. Her new alternative fiction novel, The Plan, is due to be released at the end of September. More information about Susan Klopfer and her books is available at http://ebooksfromsusan.com.


The Story Behind The Plan


A Quick Story of The Plan

A Mississippi "hall of justice"

The Plan is an alternative, paranormal, historical, murder-mystery novel set in the years from 1971 to 2014. Clinton Moore, a gay, black Mississippi lawyer, tells his personal story (as a ghost) while trying to discover who killed him, and who murdered his lover, Joe Means. He must also save Joe's ditzy wife, Tara!

The Plan started as an idea after living in Mississippi and researching the modern civil rights movement as it had developed in the delta. Of course (!!) I’d read all of John Grisham's southern crime novels, beginning with A Time to Kill. Even saw him while listening to BB King and his band playing the delta blues in an Indianola juke joint! His portrayal of characters living in Mississippi captivated me in my vision for developing my own characters as fallible, strong and fascinating southerners.

But I became interested in writing my own book after hearing about the real murders of two very real black lawyers from Mississippi and Alabama. I didn’t trust what I was told about their deaths by a range of people—from neighbors, friends and relatives to police and other investigators.

After tracking down and viewing a questionable autopsy report, I knew that I had to write The Plan. Especially after discovering questionable accounts of the "accidental shooting" of a white, racist Mississippi detective who'd been working in New Orleans with possible planners of the John F. Kennedy assassination. Were there ties? I had to know.

Finally, I had the time to write this book when we moved to Cuenca, Ecuador as active retirees. For the first years of my professional career, I’d written for regional and city daily newspapers with the pressure to produce entertaining and informative stories on deadline. The pursuit of my writing goals led me to papers and/or freelance work in Nevada, Indiana, Texas, Iowa and Missouri. I also worked as an acquisitions and development editor for the largest computer book publisher in the world, Prentice Hall, the division located in Indianapolis.

But now, moving to a new country with no deadlines or pressure, I knew this would be a perfect time to begin my first novel.

I longed to know more about what happened to these two lawyers: who did this to them and why? I could not understand why so many people had turned their backs. One colleague, a lawyer, yelled at me when I tried to set up an appointment with her; they had been close friends.

So after writing about this history in nonfiction terms, as best as possible, I created my own version of their murders, to possibly tell their stories in more depth, but using the facts I’d collected. Further, I decided to explore a story line in which paranormal themes are used.

Other favorite works of literature influenced The Plan. I love historical fiction, especially the grand storytelling style that is the signature of James Michener, who sweeps us back through time, taking us to so many places throughout the world. I thought of Hawaii as I took this book into the Andes of South America, and the colonial city of Cuenca.

This is my first attempt at a fiction work, and during my writing process, I wanted to prove to myself that I could finish a novel, not just tell myself that I could do it someday without putting my feet to the fire. I took a year to write this book, and it only came about because of the help I had from the Writers in Transition group in Cuenca, and because of the editors who I hired. My development editor, Frances Hogg Lochow is a retired lawyer who writes chilling short stories, and who edits for an international magazine. My copy editor, Geri Jeter, is an accomplished editor who has edited and publishd quality arts publications for many years.

The Plan represents the first book in my paranormal crime series. My next book, Dignidad, will continue the series when it is released sometime in 2014.





Murder Stats JFK Witnesses


At the heart of The Plan, set for September publication, are questions that still surround the assassination of John F. Kennedy, this country’s first Catholic president, on Nov. 22, 1963. In my research, I discovered the following study by Richard Charnin, a mathematician who develops analytical software and who worked in the aerospace industry. It is presented here, with permission by its author. Take some time to read it, and please share your comments – just the thoughtful ones, please. Susan

JFK Witnesses Called to Testify: Actual vs Expected Unnatural Deaths (1964-1977)

Richard Charnin
August 18, 2013

This post will graphically prove a JFK conspiracy based on a probability analysis of 800 witnesses who were called to testify in four investigations in 1964-1977. It compares the statistically expected number of unnatural witness deaths (based on published mortality rates) to the actual numbers. The data and probabilities are displayed in the graphs below.

There were at least 56 suspicious deaths among approximately 800 witnesses who were called to testify at the 1964 Warren Commission, 1969 Garrison/Shaw trial, 1975 Church Senate and 1977 HSCA investigation. A least 34 were unnatural (23 homicides). Only 9 unnatural deaths would have been expected statistically. Using the 0.000210 weighted unnatural death rate, the probability is 1 in 700 trillion trillion. Normally, we would expect 1 homicide. Given the the 0.000084 homicide rate, the probability of 23 homicides is 1 in 284 billion trillion.

There were at least 29 suspicious deaths among the 552 witnesses who testified at the Warren Commission. At least 18 died unnaturally (11 were homicides). Only 6 unnatural deaths would have been expected statistically. The probability of at least 18 unnatural deaths is 1 in 162 billion. The probability of 11 homicides is 1 in 8.8 billion.

JFK Calc is an online spreadsheet that contains a database of 115 witnesses, probability calculations, graphs and links to other data sources. It has all the information required for a robust analysis: a) known witness universe, b) official cause of death, c) average unnatural mortality rates and d) the relevant time period (1964-1977).

There were at least 115 suspicious deaths among an estimated 1400 JFK material witnesses of which at least 82 were unnatural: 46 homicides, 24 accidents, 8 suicides, 4 unknown. Given the 1964-1977 national average unnatural mortality rate (0.000825), 16 unnatural deaths would be expected. The probability of 82 unnatural deaths is E-31 (ZERO). It’s even lower (E-71) using the calculated JFK-weighted rate (0.000236). But how many “accidents”, “suicides” and suspicious “natural” deaths were actually homicides? The probabilities would be lower still. Even assuming a very conservative estimate of 82 unnatural deaths, the probability is virtually ABSOLUTE ZERO. It cannot go any lower.

The reference Who’s Who in the JFK Assassination describes approximately 1400 individuals who were related in any way to the assassination; 94 are included in JFK Calc (66 unnatural deaths). But the 21 witnesses in JFK Calc that are not included in Who’s Who are very relevant.

It is important to note that the 1964-77 average homicide rate (1 in 12,150) was much lower than accidental deaths (1 in 1,660) and suicides (1 in 7,700). An analysis comparing unnatural JFK witness deaths to the expected number is not nearly as dramatic as comparing homicides. Nationally, homicides comprised 10% of unnatural deaths. But there were 46 (57%) homicides among the 82 JFK witness unnatural deaths. If the analysis was restricted to just homicides, the mathematical proof would be simpler and more powerful. 

Unnatural Death Rates (1964-77) 
Homicide (46): 0.000084 (1 in 12,150)
Accident (24): 0.000601 (1 in 1,660)
Suicide (8): 0.000130 (1 in 7,700)
Unknown (4): 0.000010 (1 in 100,000)
Total (82): 0.000825 (1 in 1,200)

Natural Death Rates
Heart Disease (20): 0.0050 (1 in 200)
Cancer: 0.0020 (1 in 500)
Stroke: 0.0015 (1 in 667)
Other: 0.0010 (1 in 1000)
Total (33): 0.0095 (1 in 105)

18 unnatural deaths among 552 Warren Commission witnesses
Normally, we would expect 6 unnatural deaths (unweighted).
Using the 0.000261 weighted WC witness rate, the probability is essentially ZERO:
P = 6.16E-12 = 1- POISSON (17, 2.00, false)
P = 1 in 162 billion

34 unnatural deaths among an estimated 800 witnesses called to testify in four investigations
Normally, we would expect 9 unnatural deaths.
Using the 0.000210 unnatural weighted rate, the probability is ZERO:
P = 1.28E-27 = POISSON (34, 2.30, true)
P = 1 in 700 trillion trillion

23 homicides among 800 witnesses called to testify in four investigations
Normally, we would expect 1 homicide.
Using the 0.000084 homicide rate, the probability is ZERO:
P = 3.52E-24 = POISSON (23, 0.94, true)
P = 1 in 284 billion trillion

82 unnatural deaths among 1400 material witnesses
Normally, we would expect 16 unnatural deaths.
Using the 0.000825 unweighted national rate, the probability is ZERO:
P = 2.60E-31 = POISSON (82, 16.17, false)
P = 1 in 3.8 million trillion trillion

But using the weighted rate (0.000236), the probability is even lower:
P = 6.23E-71 = POISSON (82, 4.62, false) 

U - unweighted average national unnatural rate
W - weighted average JFK witness unnatural rate

Years n Prob Expected Rate Probability
1400 Material Witnesses

1 18 6.55E-16 1.15 0.000825 U 1 in 1500 trillion
1 18 6.48E-29 0.21 0.000148 W ZERO
3 41 3.42E-29 3.56 0.000847 U ""
3 41 9.66E-52 0.94 0.000224 W ""
14 82 2.60E-31 16.17 0.000825 U ""
14 82 6.23E-71 4.62 0.000236 W ""

552 Warren Commission witnesses
3 10 2.26E-11 0.40 0.000245 W 1 in 44 billion
14 18 6.16E-12 2.00 0.000259 W 1 in 162 billion

800 Witnesses in 4 Investigations
14 34 1.28E-27 2.35 0.000210 W 1 in 700 trillion trillion

Years n Prob Expected Rate Probability
1400 Material Witnesses

1 14 3.71E-27 0.79 0.000056 ZERO
3 24 4.00E-39 2.49 0.000059 ""
14 46 2.88E-49 1.64 0.000084 ""

552 Warren Commission witnesses
3 6 2.19E-10 0.10 0.000059 1 in 4.5 billion
14 11 6.31E-12 0.49 0.000084 1 in 158 billion

800 Witnesses in 4 Investigations
14 23 3.52E-24 0.94 0.000084 1 in 284 billion trillion


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Emmett Till ~ Why?


Mississippi delta blues

The Mississippi Delta is not a place I would have picked to live and if you had asked me a few years ago what I knew about the region, it would have been a puzzle since I knew nothing of its history or culture — I’d never even heard of the Delta Blues.

My husband, Fred, was hired by a private group to be the mental health director for inmates in Mississippi’s state-run prisons, and so our lives took on a new dimension as we made a small, red-brick house on the grounds of Parchman Penitentiary our new Sunflower County home, in the heart of the Delta.

Eventually, I would enjoying smelling the richness of the alluvial soil and appreciate where we had been dropped. But not the afternoon of my arrival.

The air conditioning was broken and the house had not been cleaned by maintenance crews. There were cobwebs in every corner, dirt on the floor and it was at least 100 degrees plus beastly humid in the shade.

I was madder than hell when I arrived because the car broke down in Oklahoma, putting our three cats and myself into a dilemma. Fred had been living in Jackson, the state capitol, for a month and could only help problem solve by telephone as we drove in from Nevada.

One thing I learned following my self-serving fit of anger was that prisoners don’t ever have air conditioning at Parchman, except in the hospital unit. All of the historic brick and antebellum buildings were replaced years ago by metal construction and the prisoners were living in what amounted to bake ovens. They were living in hell.

Summer left and on cooler fall mornings, I watched out the front window of our new home through the leaves of the ancient pecan trees as several prisoners at a time trotted rescue and misfit horses into the ripe cotton fields. They earned this privilege, working with a unique horse-care program, and I wondered how much it would hurt to enjoy and then relinquish such freedom when evening came.

ONE YEAR BEFORE we arrived, Mississippi’s Department of Archives and History, upon court order, made its second release of an online full-text version of the state’s secret Sovereignty Commission records. The commission operated as a private spy agency from 1956 to 1972 within the state government, with a mission to investigate and halt all integration attempts. The commission’s second goal was to make Mississippi look good to the world, despite the frequent beatings and murders of its black citizens and outsiders who came into the state, trying to end racial violence and discrimination, and reinstate voting rights.

The year we moved to Mississippi, the FBI began re-examining the murder of Emmett Till and would exhume his body the following summer as one of more than 100 unsolved civil rights cold cases that occurred prior to 1969.

Fred came from a liberal, big-city family and could recall hearing his parents talk about Till when he was a child growing up in Oregon. Raised in a small eastern Oregon town, in a more conservative family, I had never heard the story. But even Fred did not recognize that we were living in the epicenter of the Land of Emmett Till.

The story of this young man murdered in a small, nearby cotton hamlet began to resurface when his body was exhumed and examined in June of 2005 by the Cook County medical examiner’s office. While eating catfish and greens in Drew’s Main Street restaurant, we listened in as some Delta people, black and white, talked quietly about what was happening.

Who would not be interested in this story? Soon, I was spending more and more hours in Walter Scurlock’s restaurant listening and then driving around the Delta, trying to piece together the stories I was gathering. Many older black people quickly warmed to my questions and soon shared their secrets of relatives and others who were brutalized and sometimes killed over the years.

And as they told their stories, it was as if these crimes had just taken place. Most white people, on the other hand, didn’t seem to want to share what they knew unless they had been actively involved in the movement. Or they simply didn’t know the history.

Mississippi’s William Faulkner once wrote “The past is never dead, in fact, it’s not even past.”

And in true Faulknerian spirit, the people who wanted to talk to me were soon sharing their stories as though it were yesterday. Some had kept lists of up to thirty names, passed through their families, of people who had “disappeared.” Others told stories of their own involvement in trying to bring change.

I spent time looking through yellowed files in small-town libraries, museums and newspaper offices seeking records of any kind to expand my knowledge; some records were so delicate and uncared for, they crumbled in my hands and I had to quickly put them down so they would not be ruined. But the best history came directly from the people who talked to me — men and women wanting to examine what they experienced or had heard during some of the worst years of Mississippi’s civil rights … and civil wrongs.



Mississippi Gay, Black Political Murder


Marco MacMillian, gay, black Mayoral candidate, murdered in Mississippi

The broken body of Marco MacMillian, a young black gay Clarksdale mayoral candidate, was discovered dumped downhill from a Mississippi River levee on February 26. This blog post is about what has been taking place in Clarksdale since the discovery of his death, including the call by his family and lawyer for a federal investigation.

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(NOTE: I know Clarksdale, Mississippi. I have been writing nonfiction books and articles about the racism, murder and other bad behavior going on in this small city and the entire state for years. My newest book, “The Plan,” is a historical fiction, murder mystery thriller, set for release this August. The Plan opens in New York City, but quickly moves to Clarksdale, in the heart of the Delta, and site of the unexplained murder of a gay, black lawyer, named Clinton Moore.. While it may be a fiction novel, believe me, The Plan is based on real Delta murders and crimes. As someone who has lived in the Delta,I’ve been intrigued by the recent and unfortunate murder of Mississippi’s first, openly viable political candidate.

It might be helpful for readers to know that Clarksdale lies at the crossroads of Highways 61 and 49, and is the place where music legend says that blues man Robert Johnson sold his soul to the devil in exchange for unmatched guitar skills. In this blog, I mention several “dirty deeds” done in Clarksdale and around the state over the years, in the name of “economic progress,” but events that have done great harm to its black residents. So far, the story of this murder resonates to me, and I’ll continue to watch and report. Susan Klopfer, author.)

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In Clarksville, Mississippi, a young black gay mayoral candidate’s broken body was discovered dumped downhill from a Mississippi River levee this past February. Not much has happened in the investigation, causing friends and family members to push for a federal investigation of what they insist was a politically-based murder.

Marco MacMillian’s death is the most heinous of murders recently taking place in the Mississippi Delta, they insist. Clarksdale is the economic hub of a region in the United States with a chilling history of racial hatred. The lynching of young Emmett Till back in August of 1955 took place in a small toolshed in the small town of Drew, only 30 miles south of Clarksdale.

Somebody has to explain the torture MacMillian went through, including the burn marks on his body, attorney Daryl Parks recently insisted to CNN reporter Moni Basu. Parks represents MacMillian's family and his law firm represents Trayvon Martin's parents in Florida. MacMillian must have discovered information that had "some components of public corruption,” the lawyer states, adding this murder is “very serious.”

(Note: Here’s a major reason why this story has caught my attention: the plot of The Plan hangs on the murders of two black lawyers in the Deep South, one from Clarksdale and the other from Montgomery, Alabama, who are killed because they know too much about civil rights cold cases and Mississippi corruption. Both men had been collecting secret documents on various assassinations and other crimes taking place in Mississippi; Memphis, Tennessee; and Dallas, Texas. sk)


Key Points in the Murder of Marco McMillian (to date)


  • Marco McMillian returned to his hometown in the Mississippi Delta to run for mayor
  • Before his campaign took off, he was killed, and rumors spread quickly
  • Some called it a hate crime because McMillian was a black man and openly gay
  • His family and friends believe McMillian found out unsavory things about Clarksdale


An NAACP-sponsored town hall meeting over MacMillian's death took place in Clarksdale; four months had passed since the discovery of his body. The Coahoma County sheriff had not visited with McMillian's family or responded to a letter from McMillian's mother, Parks states.

The key suspect, Lawrence Reed, is behind bars at the County jail, awaiting a preliminary hearing in August. And yes, Reed is black. The sheriff's department says it has the right man in custody. But do they? Many people in the region say they support a federal investigation, because they don’t buy the sheriff’s findings.

Officially, little has been said in public by Sheriff Charles Jones about the murder, creating suspicion throughout this city that is historically divided by race and class. Rumors about MacMillian's death continue to swell, and some point to political corruption, suggesting he died because he knew too much.

The victim’s mother, Patricial Unger, has told reporters she is convinced there is more to MacMillian's killing than the one man being blamed for it, and she states that she has little confidence that local authorities will solve the mystery surrounding the death of her only child.

"Marco was brutally murdered. That much we know," said Carter Womack, MacMillian's godfather and spokesman for the family. Womack has been instrumental in raising the level of voices; explaining that if he doesn’t take on the role, “it’s just another black man dead in Mississippi."

This story has its beginnings when MacMillian recently returned to his hometown of Clarksdale and announced he was running for mayor, on a platform to reduce crime, improve educational opportunities and spur economic growth.

That would surely make sense, in this city with a shrinking population of 18,000, and where about 40% live below the poverty line, Many of Clarksdale's residents, are sick and tired of their lives, but were cheered by his campaign, believing MacMillian was the right man for the job.

The mayoral candidate had been missing for many hours when deputies discovered his body by a levee 20 miles west of town. Reed was found alone in the wreckage of MacMillian's SUV on the morning of February 26. Critically injured, he was taken to a Memphis hospital for treatment, Reed later reportedly confessed to police that he killed MacMillian and gave instructions where to find his body.

But had MacMillian discovered too much about his hometown? Some Clarksville residents believe so. “He was a black man who challenged the largely white establishment. I want to know why this isn't being called an assassination," Darrell Gillespie, a former classmate of McMillian's, told reporters.

The young candidate’s murder is so serious that his family’s attorney, Parks, says he is concerned about the family's welfare.

Some assert that MacMillian and Reed were sexually involved, that the killing was domestic violence. Or that Reed killed MacMillian in a fit of rage after the latter made sexual advances. Reed is not gay, his friends insist.

But MacMillian, described as Mississippi's first viable openly gay candidate, was likely killed because of his homosexuality in a state that has no hate crime laws to protect LGBT people. The story is being made out to be a modern-day civil rights case.

One recent media report even drew a parallel between McMillian's killing and that of Emmett Till, the 14-year-old boy who was abducted, beaten and shot in August of 1955, after allegedly flirting with a white woman in Money, Miss. His body was found in the Tallahatchie River just 31 miles southeast of Clarksdale, in the tiny village of Glendora, and galvanized a then-fledgling civil rights movement. Rosa Parks heard the story in Montgomery, followed the Sumner, Miss. trial in which Till’s murderers were found innocent, and then decided to go ahead and take her stand, to sit at the front of a city bus.

Others say it isn’t appropriate to make this comparison. While MacMillian hadn't made his sexuality an issue in the mayoral campaign, nor had any of his opponents, there is a growing number of people who believe his murder was all about political corruption that MacMillian was about to uncover.

One close friend states that McMillian was ready “to put Clarksdale on the map.” The graduate from Jackson State University who went on to earn a master's degree in development and philanthropy from Saint Mary's University in Minnesota had the credentials to do this. His résumé was impressive.

As the international executive director of the historically black Phi Beta Sigma fraternity and as an administrator at Jackson State and Alabama A&M, he’d moved to Memphis to work as a recruiter for New Leaders, an organization that trains school principals.

In 2009, MacMillian received the Thurgood Marshall Prestige Award, and in 2004, Ebony magazine recognized him as one of the nation's top leaders under 30. He liked to show off a photo of himself with a young Barack Obama.

But he’d also run into problems.: he was associated with a payroll scandal that ousted Alabama A&M President Robert Jennings, who was found to have hired McMillian in an executive assistant job though he was not qualified and not even present for a few weeks while he was finishing his master's.

According to CNN’s report, McMillian also started his own consulting firm for nonprofit organizations, though its website provided little information. When a reporter from the Clarksdale Press Register covering the mayoral race inquired about McMillian's business, McMillian cut him off, saying he was not required to answer those questions.

Some people who knew McMillian described him as pushy and arrogant. "He never took 'no' for an answer," Brad Fair, another Clarksdale mayoral candidate who'd known McMillian since their school days, was quoted as saying to reporters.

Fair said McMillian first promised to support him, but changed to become his primary opponent.

Fair ended up running as an independent so as to not compete for votes against McMillian in the Democratic primary. Fair lost in the general election.

McMillian's mother never understood why he returned to Clarksdale, in the first place.

“Why would you want to give up a good salary, your standing in life, and move back to this place?” she asked. His friends wondered the same thing, Basu wrote.

But McMillian’s explanation had been that he felt compelled to do something to help improve the quality of life in his hometown.

"Moving Clarksdale Forward" was Marco Macmillan’s campaign slogan. And he’d dreamed of running for Congress one day.

Fair has stated that McMillian may have discovered unsavory information about local politicians, whom some accuse of corruption and dysfunction in Clarksdale.

(Here is also where this story resonates, for me. Clarksdale has always had a horrid reputation for keeping its poor, black population “in its place.” When offered, for instance, to host a new college that would represent the Delta, various “important people” opposed this possibility, and the college, Delta State University, was instead built in Cleveland, 38 miles to the southwest. Then, years ago, in 1961, black leader Aaron Henry, who’d had his own business and his home bombed, led a massive Christmas boycott against downtown merchants, who wanted black business, but wouldn’t allow black customers to march in an annual parade. Henry was jailed. A lot of ugliness has gone on in this small city, and I have many stories to tell. SK)

"Marco was too smart for his own good," Fair said. "I am confident Marco knew the facts."

Fair could not name any specifics for Basu, but said the city has corruption.

"Look at our city. Look at how it's dying. Do we have corruption? Most definitely," he told the reporter.

Clarksdale residents, especially those of color, typically have not trusted local government.  Allegations of scandal that tainted the previous mayor did not help.

"Local government has failed us for the past 20 years," Angela Maddox, another childhood friend who worked on McMillian's campaign, stated. "I think there are powerful people who are in hiding. She also said that MacMillian’s murder rests “on what he was about to uncover.”

And Maddox joins others who assert that those wield power in Clarksdale wanted McMillian to take his ideas elsewhere.

She speaks of receiving text messages from McMillian several days before he was killed, and McMillian's "cell phone is part of the criminal investigation," Parks states.

You decide if these text messages spell trouble:

"Help me my dear love. Cause they are coming after me," he wrote on February 6.

"Who is coming after u?" responded Maddox.

"The White establishment," he said.

"What's being said? Maddox asked.

"Trying to buy me out of the race."

Maddox says she reported to the Coahoma County Sheriff's Department about the texts she received, but said that no one followed up on her call.

McMillian's mother joins Maddox in insisting that her son had also warned her that something bad might happen to him. He apparently warned her that if he got a call saying that he was missing or that my body was found in the woods somewhere, not to be surprised.

From Basu’s report: “These people are out to get me out of the race. I am uncovering stuff they do not want people to know about."

The story coming out is that late at night, on February 25, McMillian told his mother and stepfather that he was leaving their house to move the cars in the driveway.

He was set to drive to Memphis in the morning, where he still worked.

About the same time, in another house just a few blocks away on Grant Place, Lawrence Reed also went out the front door, recalled a friend of his.

McMillian's stepfather, Amos Unger, noticed his stepson was not at home, and became concerned.

It's not clear whether McMillian and Reed knew each other before that night. A friend of Reed's said the two were acquainted. McMillian's friends and family say, "no", Basu reports.

What happened between 10 p.m. February 25 and the arrest of Reed the next morning may not be known until a trial opens.

The National Coalition of Anti-Violence Programs issued a statement saying it had learned that Reed might use "gay panic" as his defense if and when he is tried. It's the same tactic that was used to defend the killers of Matthew Shepard, the University of Wyoming student who was tortured and killed near Laramie in 1998.

The so-called gay-panic defense argues that a defendant's assault against an LGBT person should be excused or classified as a lesser charge because the revelation of a victim's sexual orientation caused the perpetrator to lose control and turn violent.

In an effort to protect gay victims of heinous crimes, the American Bar Association recently passed a resolution that would make it harder for lawyers to use that defense.

But Reed's friend confided to CNN that Reed said he wanted to kill himself, because he’d had sex with MacMillian.

She said that she called 911 and told police what Reed had told her. CNN has apparently requested a copy of the transcript of the 911 call as well as Reed's arrest report and other documents pertaining to this case. The request is still pending and the sheriff did not respond to an interview request.

Reed was driving south, toward the Tallahatchie County line, when he hit an oncoming car head-on. Deputies responded to the accident about 8:30 a.m.

The driver of the other car, Chris Talley, told WMC-TV in Memphis he’d learned Reed told a deputy that he had killed someone the night before and dumped the body. The alleged confession was cited in an autopsy report.

Meanwhile, no one heard from MacMillian.

The next morning, MacMillian’s body was found and sent to Jackson for a state medical examiner to conduct an autopsy.

A local official told MacMillian’s mother that his body was dragged by a car approximately 30 to 40 yards. He also said one person could not have “done this.”

The sheriff did not come to the family’s home. No one approached her to see his room or computer, and no one from the victim assistance office contacted her, according to CNN.

MacMillian's family has released a statement asserting that McMillian had been tortured before he was killed. They also believe Reed had not acted alone. McMillian weighed 220 pounds. Reed is a small guy. They don’t believe that Reed could have done this by himself.

McMillian's funeral was held March 9, and by then many news reports were calling the murder a hate crime. But the family has told reporters they suspect a conspiracy of sorts.

The National Black Justice Coalition, that works to empower black LGBT people, said McMillian's death and the "ongoing investigation highlighted the complexity of life for openly gay black men in Mississippi."

Finally, on May 1, Mississippi Chief Medical Examiner Mark LeVaughn signed and released McMillian's autopsy report that concluded he died of asphyxiation, even though it has been reported there were multiple areas of blunt trauma to the head that are consistent with a beating and a chart showed burns on McMillian's calves, back, right arm and left hand, along with abrasions on his knee that were consistent with a "drag type" injury.

The autopsy raised more questions. How did he choke to death? There were no marks around his neck.

(Here we go again, a crappy, misleading, dishonest autopsy coming out of Mississippi. The recently retired state examiner had quite a national reputation. They also lose autopsy reports there, as well. When writing about murdered black, gay attorney Cleve McDowell, I managed to track down his autopsy, and not through the state. Missing was the ballistics report!! SK)

Shortly after the autopsy was released, McMillian's family held a news conference and demanded a federal investigation. MacMillians’ mother has written to U.S. Attorney General Eric Holder, asking him to investigate the killing of her son.

She claims her son was beaten, dragged and burned.

In her letter, Unger described her son's warnings that he was in danger. The Justice Department has encouraged others in the community to send in their concerns.

Parks, the McMillian family attorney recently left George Zimmerman's trial in Florida to be in Clarksdale for a special meeting over this murder where the sheriff's spokesman read from a prepared statement.

Authorities have the right man in custody, he told the crowd, and there is no evidence to indicate that this is a hate crime.

"The Coahoma County Sheriff's Department is committed to building a case that's completely based on facts," Rooker says. "We can't allow ourselves to be influenced by gossip on social media."

Mrs. Unger asks everyone to write to a Department of Justice representative who has come to Clarksdale for this meeting. She is convinced outside help is needed to solve Marco McMillian's murder.

And so am I. Believe me.

In The Plan, an early chapter has “Clinton Moore” and his legal secretary, “Mollie Johnson” singing Nina Simone's civil rights anthem, "Mississippi Goddam." The scene is set back in 1971, following the murder of a high school girl on graduation night, over in Drew.

I’d say that Simone’s song still holds true.


Schwerner, Chaney and Goodman Lynched



US. Senator James O. "Big Jim" Eastland (1904-1986)

I've posted a sample Chapter of The Plan -- set for July publication -- honoring the three civil rights workers who were killed in Mississipppi, back in the summer of 1964. This chapter mentions this tragic lynching. Susan

The Plan – A Historical Fiction Novel about Two Murdered Black, Gay Lawyers And A White Detective , All Killed Because They Knew Too Much About The Assassinations of President John F. Kennedy and Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Note: In this chapter of The Plan, the last man standing, Mississippi lawyer Clinton Moore, searches through his collection of secret notes, documents, reports and other information he’s collected over the years on cold cases. He looks for any evidence that will help find who killed his lover, Joe Means, a Montgomery attorney. Moore begins his search by focusing on what he knows about the late U.S. Senator James O. Eastland and his involvement in various civil rights murders and crimes, including the killing of Michael Schwerner, James Chaney and Andrew Goodman, three young Freedom Summer volunteers who were lynched on the night of June 21–22, 1964 by members of the Mississippi White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, the Neshoba County's Sheriff Office and the Philadelphia Police Department located in Philadelphia, Mississippi. The three had been working on the "Freedom Summer" campaign, attempting to register African Americans to vote.


The Plan -- By Susan Klopfer

Chapter 18 First Under the Microscope: ‘Big Jim’ Eastland

I close my eyes and pull up images of Big Jim Eastland. He’s standing on a flag-draped bandstand somewhere in a little Delta cotton town, giving a rousing Fourth of July speech, his ignorant words of hate peppered with racial slurs. Little kids sit around the base of the stage – some of them black – as parents stand behind, arms folded across their chests, listening to his words.

William Faulkner, Mississippi’s and the world’s literary genius, never came close to developing a character that looked and behaved exactly like the real U.S. Senator James O. Eastland. Faulkner didn’t have the guts. Even without such a mythical image to spark my imagination, I’ll always remember this man. How he looked, talked and even smelled. Evil has an odor, as my Grandpa Willie used to say.

The senator’s plantation wasn’t far from Clarksdale, and occasionally we would see each other – even shake hands – at government meetings when he was home to pump up voters and work his family plantation.

Choosing which of my secret boxes to attack first simply came down to which of Big Jim Eastland’s collection I’d open at the start, and here’s why: Eastland exercised huge control over both the Mississippi Delta and the U.S. Senate well over four decades.

A lawyer who’d once personally managed a 2000-acre plantation in Parchman Penitentiary’s backyard, and who had served fewer years than the state’s junior senator, Big Jim was known as Mississippi’s senior senator because he held the most power – as chair of the senate committee on the judiciary for over twenty years, then president pro tempore of the senate during his last six years of office.

The old senator wears a wrinkled long-sleeved white cotton shirt tucked into baggy linen pants supported by leather suspenders, and probably a cowboy hat covers his freckled, bald head. He smokes a fat cigar down to its stub, while blaring into a foghorn: “Miss-sippi must protect white’s rights. Our nig-rahs know we treat them real good here in the Delta.”

More than once in my Texas law school days my professors when picking out worst civil rights case examples would refer to the records of my state’s senators. Usually, I wanted to dive under my desk and disappear when this happened. A couple of examples:

As a prosecutor, Junior Senator John Stennis once sought the conviction and execution of three black sharecroppers, friends of my Grandpa Willie, whose murder confessions were obtained through torture, including flogging. The convictions were overturned by the U.S. Supreme Court in the 1936 landmark case of Brown vs. Mississippi that banned the use of evidence obtained by torture.

Eastland, known for keeping critical civil rights legislation in his back pocket for years, after the Supreme Court decided the1954 landmark school desegregation case of Brown v. Board of Education, immediately announced the Constitution had been destroyed and that no one was obliged to obey the decisions of any court “which are plainly fraudulent” (his words).

My secret box of Eastland documents had grown the most over our investigative years. The old goat was practically my neighbor until he died of pneumonia on his plantation farm in Doddsville in 1986.

In my first pass through the boxes, I found intriguing a small article I’d once clipped from the New Orleans Times-Picayune that reported seven years before President John F, Kennedy was assassinated, that the former chief counsel for Sen. Joseph McCarthy's House Un-American Activities Committee or HUAC, accompanied by a private detective (later linked to the JFK assassination), traveled over to Eastland’s office in Greenwood to confer with Big Jim for more than three hours, afterwards describing the conference as "completely satisfactory."

This meeting might not sound like much, but here was the real kicker: the detective, Guy Banister, was later associated to Lee Harvey Oswald through Eastland’s very secret Senate Internal Security Subcommittee or SISS, sometimes called "SISSY.” Oswald, who may have done intelligence work for SISSY, was JFK’s supposed assassin.

I think I know where the New Orleans reporter was going with this, since an old law school classmate of mine who’d worked for the FBI had warned me about Eastland, confirming that both Oswald and Banister had contracted to do intelligence work by SISSY back in the late 1950s.

If my friend was telling me the truth, this would reveal much about Oswald and who he really was, and led to the identity of the secret planners of the assassination; it definitely was worth digging through my Eastland files to see what else I might have collected. 

When the senator used to come back home to Mississippi for short visits from Washington, D.C., he often brought powerful friends with him. His plantation secretary, a nice lady from the small town of Ruleville, once confided to me, after Eastland died, that Big Jim and J. Edgar Hoover were sitting on his veranda visiting, a week before Kennedy was assassinated, when Hoover told Eastland of what was about to happen in Dallas

Hoover acted stoic, this secretary told  me said, “after he told my boss [about the JFK assassination plan],” and the FBI director told Eastland there was nothing as acting FBI director that he could do to stop the event, she’d heard him say.

“It’s already in motion, Jim. We’ll have to just sit back and watch,” were Hoover’s exact words, she told me, and later she shared still another interesting story: she had accompanied Eastland to a place “somewhere in the mountains of a western state, where we saw discs flying in and out of a big cave.”

Flying saucers? This was not so hard to believe, since Eastland and his cronies had been a part of Operation Paperclip, bringing former Nazis into the U.S. to work on their science projects. The Germans had already invented flying discs, I’d later learn in declassified reports.

Even without considering the JFK story, or the flying discs, it was well known around the state that Eastland had his hands in the civil rights pot, stirring it up.


In the summer of 1964, three young civil rights workers – Michael Schwerner, James Chaney and Andrew Goodman – were reported missing in Philadelphia, a small town outside of the Delta, about 80 miles northeast of Jackson, where the Mississippi Klan was thick. On June 21and 22 they were lynched by members of the Mississippi White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan, the Neshoba County's Sheriff Office and the Philadelphia Police Department. The three had been working on the "Freedom Summer" campaign, attempting to register African Americans to vote.

As college students were flocking into the state to help with literacy education and voting rights, the atmosphere here was tense. I’d collected some old clippings from Jackson’s Clarion Ledger reporting that most Mississippians – meaning white Mississippians – saw the students as

“…smug, shrill know-it-all extroverts, problem brats defiant of parental restraint, sexually promiscuous, and addicted to interracial love-making – and more hostile to the White South than to Red Russia.”

Years later, it would come out from declassified papers that Eastland had told President Johnson that the three murders were a hoax, and there was “no Ku Klux Klan in Mississippi,” and that the three volunteers had simply gone to Chicago.

But Eastland damned well knew which students were coming into Mississippi beforehand, and had predicted in a memo that there would be trouble with the Klan. I could prove this with my copy of this Sovereignty Commission report written in Eastland’s own words.

By now, I’d put together  a pile of Eastland-generated notes and papers involving everything from Emmett Till’s murder to the presidential assassination and the killing of these three summer volunteers, as well as of Medgar Evers.

I decided to keep Senator Eastland on my A-list. It hadn’t been so long since he’d died, and there could be someone out there in the Delta or possibly in Washington D.C., who still had a need to protect the old man’s secrets and his questionable reputation. But I still had more boxes to search.

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Remembering Medgar Evers


Medgar Wiley Evers (July 2, 1925 – June 12, 1963)

This excerpted chapter from The Plan is presented today honoring the life and death of civil rights hero, Medgar Evers, who was killed in the early hours of June 12, 1963 in Jackson, Mississippi.

The Plan, set for publication in July, is based on the murders of two gay, black lawyers and a white supremacist, former FBI agent turned private detective. One lawyer was killed in Alabama, while the other two men were murdered in Mississippi. What secrets did they hold that got them killed? Focusing on the assassinations of Medgar Evers, President John F. Kennedy and Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., The Plan moves from Mississippi to Ecuador, as friends of these three men try to save one more life – a spouse of the murdered Montgomery lawyer..
In the following chapter, lawyer Clinton Moore of Clarksdale is the last of these three men left standing. He recalls earlier years when his friend Joe Means was still alive. They had worked together and separately, trying to solve selected cold cases from the 1950s through the 1970s. Moore narrows the list of murders they'd studied, trying to determine if either he or Means had come across potentially dangerous information in their work, asking what might have triggered the murder of his friend. Will he discover this in time to save his own life?

Chapter 19 The List

I’d been watching weather reports all Saturday morning early in 2013 while working on my obsession. There’s not much winter that comes to Mississippi; in late fall we enter our severe weather season, as the television weatherman calls it, when temperatures can sometimes drop by 20 or 30 degrees, bringing arctic winds with ice storms.
The house had cooled down, and I got up from my desk chair to find a sweater. By now, even my church office was filled with boxes, finally forcing me to send the entire mess over to my house. But this was not a bad idea. If I got tired from working, I could take a rest. If I got hungry, I could make a sandwich and then go back to work, or pick up a book to read if I needed a break. 
“Mr. Clinton. Here are your slippers. You’d better put them on now, you he’h? A storm is moving in.” In addition to her regular duties, Gladys my housekeeper, took good care of me. She could be good company, too. I like padding around in my bathrobe and slippers. I was getting older and starting to feel more aches during the winter months, but I hadn’t given up on what I was doing – no way. I appreciated this new flexibility in maintaining my search for Joe’s possible killer, at home.
After making my first pass through my entire collection of James O. Eastland files, Mississippi’s pathetic and racist senator from years back, and waiting for a possibly severe storm to pass through Clarksdale, I began browsing through random reports I’d collected on various crimes over the years, looking for anything that jumped off the page.

All of it was fascinating reading, especially from my history junkie perspective, and I found some of what I’d gathered years earlier was making more sense, with added time and subsequent events giving new perspective.
Yet, if I was going to get anywhere in reasonable time, I knew I’d need a better system for evaluating the importance of what I’d collected, so I would know where to go next. This led me to build a list of what I believed to be the most serious crimes I’d had studied thus far, and from using my knowledge of what Joe had looked into. Here was my first cut:

1.      Lynching of Emmett Till, 1955 (The Delta)
2.      Assassination of Medgar Evers, 1963 (Jackson)
3.      Assassination of President John F. Kennedy, 1963 (Dallas)
4.      Murders of Michael Schwerner, James Chaney and Andrew Goodman, 1964 (Philadelphia, Miss.)
5.      Possible murders/mutilation of Birdia Keglar, and Adlena Hamlett, possible murder of  James Keglar, 1965 (The Delta)
6.      Possible murder of former FBI man John D. Sullivan, 1966 (Vicksburg)
7.      Assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr., 1968 (Memphis)

With the modern civil rights movement dwindling down, one could observe justice occasionally meted out when a brave prosecutor would march some stooped, white-haired defendant in shackles before the media, trying to get a conviction in one of the above or related murders.

Occasionally this worked, with an old Klansman shown heading off for prison while leaving his cronies behind. This is exactly what took place back in 1994, on the third and successful attempt to convict Byron De La Beckwith of killing my friend and mentor, Medgar Evers, the second person named on my list.
But even after De La Beckwith, whose friends called him DEELay (pronounced like de’lay), was locked up in prison – thirty-one years after Medgar’s 1963 murder – it never felt quite right to me, or to some other Delta people, who would occasionally talk to me about his conviction.
“We’ve got rumors floating around this place about Medgar’s murder, again. Still not sure they’re looking at the right guy. What do you think, Clint?” A Parchman prison guard asked me this over a cup of coffee at Walter’s grill about nine years ago, just as De La Beckwith’s third trial opened in Jackson.
“Honestly, Jim, I never believed that just one person was involved in killing Medgar. He had too many enemies. There wasn’t an eye witness, and De La Beckwith was reportedly seen in Greenwood close to the time of the murder.
“I also think the timing of Medgar’s murder speaks volumes,” I remember telling Jim, as I walked him through a quick story of how I’d come to this conclusion.
“You might not recall this, but one day before Medgar was shot, Gov. George Wallace, in an effort to block the integration of the University of Alabama, made his futile ‘stand at the schoolhouse door.’ That same evening, President Kennedy announced that the National Guard had peacefully enrolled two black students at the University of Alabama over Wallace’s racist objections.”
Kennedy’s speech had been far more than a mere recap of what occurred in Alabama. He’d asked for unity behind what he, for the first time, called a “moral issue.” This important speech came when many white Americans still saw civil rights as a regional, largely political question. And here was Kennedy, asking all Americans to “stop and examine” their conscience.
“Wasn’t this the same year as the Centennial of the Emancipation Proclamation?” Jim asked, as he sugared up his coffee. I pulled the sugar bowl over to my side of the table, and then motioned to Walter for some extra cream, before continuing on with my story.

“Yes, and until then, Kennedy had ignored this anniversary. But in his speech that night, he made up for this, and observed we will not be fully free until all of our citizens are free. I remember that he asked Americans of all backgrounds to engage in bringing about change, in a peaceful and constructive way.”
Jim was looking down, slowly stirring his coffee. “That was some speech. It had to make the President more than a few enemies,” he quietly said.
I nodded at the prison guard, remembering that Kennedy announced that night he would introduce comprehensive civil rights legislation and spur school desegregation beyond its current slow pace, making this his most historic civil rights address.
We both knew what had happened next. The following morning of June 12, in the early hours, and only several hours following the president’s speech, Medgar pulled into his driveway. He was  returning from a meeting with NAACP lawyers. He stepped from his car and carrying a load of NAACP T-shirts that read Jim Crow Must Go, he was struck in the back.
Jim took a drink from his coffee. “I remember reading the police reports. He was hit with a bullet fired from an Enfield 1917 rifle; it ricocheted into his home. He staggered 30 feet before collapsing. He died at a local hospital 50 minutes later.”
Jim stood up and we shook hands. “Gotta get back to work. Later, Clint.” Jim slowly left the grill, his eyes cast down as he walked out the door.
Some people called people like Joe and me conspiracy nuts. That’s a big reason why we’d kept quiet about our cold case research, since it could be hazardous saying some things in public. Besides, this was a part-time obsession. We both had regular legal work required to support what we called our addiction.
“Do you think DEELay could have planned this all on his own?” I’d asked Joe after the first trial that resulted in a hung jury. The state of Mississippi twice prosecuted De La Beckwith for murder in 1964, but both trials ended with hung juries. The jurors were all male and all white.
“Nope. He didn’t have the resources to pull it off. It’s the same with Lee Harvey Oswald and James Earl Ray,” Joe would start in. Here’s something about Joe: If I didn’t find something really tasty to feed him fast, he could go on for hours non-stop on a topic like this. I knew exactly when it was time to pick up barbecue from Abe’s, a popular Clarksdale spot.
All I ever had to do was ply him with a barbecued turkey sandwich, putting it in his hand when he pulled into my driveway after a long trip from Montgomery. I knew what he loved and how to please him; this was his favorite food, and once his stomach was full he would answer all of my questions. As long as the sauce was good, and there was plenty of it.
Joe made a good point about the JFK and MLK assassinations. I had to give it to him: neither man blamed for these murders – Oswald or Ray – had the resources in order to do something like the slowing down of secret service cars or to call for auxiliary military guardsman to stand down, as had been done in Oswald’s case, or to delay the Memphis police response to the crime scene, as with Ray. Joe could go on forever with his impressive list of questionable activities that neither Ray nor Oswald could have accomplished on their own.

But I had my own questions about Medgar's murder.

I’d once heard from a deep source that it may have been an entirely different gunman, and not De La Beckwith, at all, who killed Medgar. Even the state’s key witness in the final trial, Peggy Morgan, secretly admitted to me years later she wondered about the conviction, that De La Beckwith at least hadn’t worked alone. She and her husband had driven the Greenwood fertilizer and tobacco salesman to visit an old friend locked up in Parchman when DEELay casually said he’d been the one who killed Medgar. Peggy later testified to this admission in the 1994 trial convicting De La Beckwith of murdering Evers. But even she had her doubts.
“He was a frightening man, and I think he [DEELay] might have been trying to scare us at the time he confessed in the car,” she’d told me. Later, Joe and I learned independently that De La Beckwith was surprisingly well connected; there were people in the Delta and elsewhere in the country who could easily have assisted him in pulling off the assassination, or who could have even done it themselves. Here’s how I first discovered this:
I had a friend, Andy, who worked as a jailer in Jackson. Several weeks after DEELay’s first arrest for Medgar’s murder, Andy told me that the new prisoner was frequently visited by Maj. Gen. Edwin Anderson Walker. 

“Wait a minute. You said the same famous general who was forced into resignation by President Kennedy for calling Eleanor Roosevelt and Harry S Truman pink – in print – and telling his troops how to vote – right wing, ultra-conservative – is visiting Delay in jail?” I asked, astonished at the thought of this strange interaction.

“Yep. Walker’s the guy. Comes in to see DEELay on a regular basis.”
I was flabbergasted. “How do they even know each other?” I wanted to know.
“Don’t ask me, but they might have met when Walker was leading the riots at Ole Miss,” my friend suggested, “or at a Minuteman meeting.”
We both knew the Ku Klux Klan and this far right extremist group, the Minutemen, were frequently in bed together. As a member of the Southern Poverty Law Center, I’d kept up with the Who’s Who of hate groups across the country. The current report coming from the SPLC cited over 1,000 such organizations, including neo-Nazis, Klansmen, white nationalists, neo-Confederates, racist skinheads, black separatists, border vigilantes and others.
James Meredith, a friend of mine, who’d been the first black student to attend the University of Mississippi, hadn’t found it easy getting onto the hate-filled, segregated campus, at first. In fact, this act took a gun battle, and Gen. Walker had been in the thick of the disruption, actually leading protest riots.
“Can’t quite remember the number of U.S. Marshals, Army troops and the National Guard it took to get Meredith into the registration building, but didn’t several hundred rioters and bystanders get injured in the riots?” Andy asked. He knew I was a close friend of James.
“Well, two people were killed, at least according to official reports. But I’ve always heard this estimate was low,” I told him.
After Gen. Walker was booted out of the Army by the president, he took a new direction; he led Klansman and other angered white people, including furious Ole Miss students, in this famous, modern Mississippi battle of campus desegregation. Walker lost no time afterwards speaking out against JFK, and any good conspiracy buff remembers that Robert F. Kennedy, as Attorney General, committed Walker to a Mississippi state mental hospital for evaluation. Then a Mississippi Grand Jury acquitted him and Walker was released within five days.
Walker later became the reported target of an assassination attempt attributed to Lee Harvey Oswald, probably bogus. After JFK was killed, Walker publicly asserted there were two assassins – Oswald, and someone hired by Robert Kennedy, the president’s own brother.
This story gets better, as Joe liked to say: “Say Clint, I wonder how many people know that Jack Ruby, who shot and killed Oswald, in his Warren Commission testimony named General Walker as being directly involved in the Kennedy assassination?”
And this was the man, Gen. Edwin Walker, who was visiting little old fertilizer salesman DEELay in jail? When had they met? I wanted the answer to this question, and asked Andy to keep his eyes and ears open. “Let me know when Walker comes again, and see if you can pick up any of the conversation,” I requested.
“I’ll do my best, Clint,” he promised.
I’d learned something else from a later-declassified FBI document about De La Beckwith’s circle of friends: a report showed him also to be tight with Joseph A. Milteer, a racist leader in both the KKK and The National States Rights Party (NSRP) who’d been one of several people documented as publicly predicting the exact way JFK would be assassinated, a few weeks before the event occurred, "...from a tall building with a high-powered rifle." 
DEELay was definitely a person of interest – at least to Joe and me – when it came to investigating all of the assassinations, from 1963 through 1968, and not only Medgar Evers, but President Kennedy, Dr. King, and finally Robert Kennedy.
Joe firmly believed that all of these murders were linked. “We just need to find the right people to question, and we’ll eventually get answers,” Joe would say. “I’m just not sure exactly how.”

The right-wing militia assassination trail intrigued me, as I worked to find connections between KKK and other extremist groups, like the Minutemen. In my secret boxes filled with documents, memos, old photos, and notes, I had placed dozens of papers showing links that I had discovered from the Mississippi Sovereignty Commission and other sources.

Especially interesting was a report I’d recently been given by a friend doing such research for the anti-defamation league national office. I knew Joe had been working in similar directions on his own.

For one last hour, as I dug through one more box before ending a full day of work, I ran into an old legal pad with my hand-writing. The notes were from an interview with a Klansman taking place back in the late 1970s. I'd almost forgotten about this; we'd actually had a civil talk that day, and the man from Greenwood gave me something new to consider about Medgar's murder. Thank God I found those notes!

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Updates on The Plan



A vortex in the Cajas Mountains, outside of Cuenca, Ecuador

 May 23, 2013  -- The Plan is currently with the editor. Meanwhile, I'm releasing a timeline for this book, followed by short chapter summaries.

The Plan Timeline

1941                Birth of Clinton Moore

1941                Birth of Joe Means

1954                Brown vs. Topkea Board of Education; White Citizens Councils formed

1955                Brown II; Lynching of Emmett Till; Rosa Parks refuses to sit at back of the bus; Mississippi Sovereignty Commission formed

1959                Clinton Moore, Mollie Johnson graduate, Clarksdale High School; Moore attends Jackson State University

1963                Clinton Moore enters Houston law school; Medgar Evers murdered; JFK assassinated

1964                Guy Banister murdered; Freedom Summer; murders of Michael Schwerner, James Chaney and Andrew Goodman

1966                J.D. Sullivan dies of gunshot "accident"; Birdia Keglar and Adlena Hamlett killed in auto “accident”; Clinton Moore works for SCLC in Chicago

1968                MLK murdered; Clinton Moore moves to Jackson

1971                Jo Etha Collier murdered; Clinton Moore moves home to Clarksdale; Mollie Johnson moves home to Clarksdale

2009                Clinton Moore becomes a minister

2010                Joe Means murdered; Tara Means leaves for Ecuador.

2012                Clinton Moore gives oral history interview

2013                Colonia Dignidad lawsuit filed in Chile; Clinton Moore murdered; Mollie Johnson goes to Ecuador to bring Tara Means home 

2014                Sara Mercury files news story on JFK assassination

The Plan Chapters


January 30, 2013, New York University, Department of History. Dr. Dan Bell, a full professor, learns of Colonia Dignidad lawsuit against Chile from a news article. The colony served for years as a secret torture “utopia” where CIA agents once trained.

Part I

Chapter 1 Death On the Mississippi

March 17, 2013, Clarksdale, Mississippi. Clinton Moore, a gay, black Delta lawyer is wounded with his own gun kept by the side of his stairwell “just in case,” by a client and then murdered by a stranger in his home. He ends up in Level I, Lawyer’s Paradise, as he watches the town cop bungle his murder investigation.

Chapter 2 The Moores of Coahoma County

Spring of 2013, a Clarksdale socialite plans a cultural event taking place in the historical home next door to where Clinton Moore was to have built his new house, had he not been murdered.

Chapter 3 Telling My Story

Spring 2012, Millsaps College, Jackson. This chapter returns to a year before Clinton Moore dies. Campus of ;Millsaps College, Jackson, Mississippi. Clinton Moore talks about his life in an oral history interview with a college student, answering questions about why he left Clarksdale after high school, and how he got involve in the civil rights movement.

Chapter 4 Going Home

May 1971, Jackson, Mississippi. Fannie Lou Hamer, a well-known Delta civil rights activist calls Clinton Moore at his Jackson law office to report the murder of a young Drew High School graduate who is gunned down on graduation night. Hamer asks Moore to come back to the Delta and help keep violence from erupting.

Chapter 5 Finding Miss Mollie

Later summer, 1971. Clarksdale, Mississippi. Mollie Johnson, an old high school friend of Clinton Moore, drops  by his new Clarksdale law practice to ask for a job. Moore has returned home to practice, believing his community needs him there following the murder of a Delta teenager.

Chapter 6 Problems Times Three

Forward from the summer of 1971. Mollie Johnson, as the new law office manager, lets her boss know about three things that need to be fixed: messy boxes, his “treatment” of the assistant district attorney, Missy Zooey, and the ongoing bickering between herself and Clinton Moore..

Chapter 7 The New Minister

Fall of 2009. Clinton Moore follows a dream to become the minister of a small congregation. It will be hard to balance two careers, but he has become concerned at how little was accomplished during the modern civil rights movement. Maybe his church can fill in some gaps.

Chapter 8 Death in Montgomery

Early in 2010. Longtime friend and lover, Joe Means, is dead. His wife, Tara, believes he committed suicide. But did he?

Chapter 9 Heading Out

Clinton Moore heads out to Montgomery after hearing his friend is dead. He remembers Joe Means and their relationship as he makes the six hour drive in record time.

Chapter 10 An Evening With Tara

Tara Means, Joe’s widow, doesn’t make much sense where she tries to explain to Clint Moore exactly what happened to her husband. Her body language doesn’t match her mouth.

Chapter 11 Seeking Truth

Clint tries several approaches with Tara, hoping to discover what happened to his friend.

Chapter 12 Uncovering Debris

A stop on the way back home in a Montgomery city park gives Clint pause. He tries to assess what Tara Means has told him vs. the truth.

Chapter 13 A Very Sutherin Send Off

Joe Means’ body is cremated, but only after his friend, Clint Moore, breaks into the funeral home to check out his body, trying to learn what really happened. Was this really a suicide, Moore asks?

Chapter 14 Return to Clarksdale

On the trip home from Montgomery, Moore considers what he’s learned. Believing his own life might be in peril, he makes a big decision.

Chapter 15 Changing Focus

The year 2012. After two and a half years mostly away from his law practice, Clinton more begins to miss his scales of justice, his clients and Mollie. Is it time to look for clues?

Chapter 15 Skeletons in the Boxes

Moore starts snooping through old records and is amazed at what he finds in his secret boxes, past records of crimes that he and Joe had tried to solve.

Chapter 16 Filling Up Space\

Secret files from the Mississippi State Sovereignty Commission might hold answers.

Chapter 17  Filling Up Spaces

Somebody made a heck of a tax break when they donated a famous family members “papers” to the archives of the University of Mississippi.

Chapte 18 First Under the Miscroscope:“Big Jim” Eastland

What did this famous U.S. senator know about the assassination of President John Fitzgerald Kennedy? What did J.Edgar Hoover know? Moore’s old records hold answers.

Chapter 19 The List

Clint Moore realizes he must narrow his focus if he’s ever to determine who murdered his friend, and why.

Chapter 20 Seeking Answers.

Moore visits one of the Delta’s most powerful white supremacist leaders, trying to learn answers about multiple murders. He comes away with something.

Chapter 21  Not Forgotten

Why can’t the FBI solve old Delta murders.

Chapter 22 Dead in Vicksburg

Why would Clinton Moore care about a dead, white, right-wing detective  a former FBI man and military intelligence officer? Moore didn’t when it first happened. Now he  has second thoughts.

Chapter 23 At the Movies

Joewas great at quoting from Oliver Stone’s JFK. What matched reality? Lots of names come up – from Guy Banister to Lee Harvey Oswald.  Mix in some Abes barbeque from Clarksdale, and this chapter comes to life.

Chapter 24  Really Big Clues

A former law student friend, now a professor at New York University, gets good with filing Freedom of Information Act requests. Moore also learns about the prof’s friend who was kidnapped and killed in Chile by a strange Nazi colony. What does Mississippi have to do with Nazi’s in South America?

Chapter 25 Where in the World Is…

As anyone knows, it wasn’t the strange little man, James Earl Ray, who killed Dr. King (even though he pleaded guilty). Wonders what Joe didn’t tell him about this assassination. Was Joe trying to track down a mystery Klansman with ties between the JFK and MLK assassinations?

Part II

Chapter 26  Interlude

Clinton has never processed the death of his best friend and lover.  He takes a break in a Mississippi wilderness area and this becomes an emotional turning point.

Chapter 27 Home Again

Clinto Moore returns to his search for notes on a man named Rocco Kimble – his name spelled several different ways – who had ties to the Klan, militia groups including the Minutemen, and wonders if he is still alive. He finds a strange note written on the side of one of Joe’s notes that pulls his search into South America.

Chapter 28 Cuenca Where?

Mollie gets a long email from Tara Means, who’d disappeared before her husband’s funeral. Turns out, Tara is a South American expat. What’s that? Was this move on her own? Or did Tara have “help”?

Chapter 29  Finding Miss Tara

Mollie must go to Ecuador to try and find Tara while Clint stays home? What doesn’t he help?

Chapter 30 Death Becomes Me

March 15, 2013. On her way to Ecuador, Mollie learns in the Houston International Airport that Clinton Moore, her boss, has been murdered. She makes the decision to continue her journey to find Tara.

Part III

Chapter 31 Mollie’s Turn

Mollie hooks up with Dr. Dan Bell, per Clinton Moore’s instructions should something happen to him while she is on the trip to Ecuador. Dan helps make her trip safe with new information. Get in and get out, he encourages her to do.

Chapter 32  The Writer

Guess who’s on the trip besides Mollie? Clinton Moore who’s traveling incognito, so to speak, as a Level I lawyer in Lawyer’s Paradise. He enjoys a sparkling performance at the Ecuador Jazz  Society of Cuenca, while Mollie sleeps her first night in Guayaquil. A failed journalist who’s on the trail of the JFK assassin becomes involved. Her name is Sara Mercury.

Chapter 33 Imaginismo

Sara learns about the art of a famous Ecuadorian painter. Can Clinton use his magnetism to make contact with Mollie?

Chapter 34 Gringo Land

Welcome to Gringo Land, the van driver tells Mollie as he takes her to her short-term condo rental. She learns what the term means, and then meets Sara Mercury. Two powerful women get together.

Chapter 35 The Journalist

What makes a powerful journalist? Clinton Moore shares his perspective. Sara offers to help Mollie find Tara. What’s a good journalist to do, when someone’s friend is missing?

Chapter 36  The Spy Who Loved Tara

Tara gets busted, and she has a friend. Who’s the guy and is he safe?

Chapter 37 Getting “Chile”

It’s been a long day for Mollie. She goes to bed. Clinton is left to his own devices, and decides to get an education with his new Internet glasses. \

Chapter 38 Killing Coffee Beans and Time

Clinton Moore never sleeps. After learning more about violence in Chile than he probably cared to, he visits Sara Mercury’s apartment to see how she deals with stress. It’s a real eye-opener. He has to recall the words of a famous anthropologist, to make sense of what he’s seen.

Chapter 39  Sigsig Into the Andes

It’s time to put The Plan into operation, and get Tara back home. A flirtatious Cuenca chef and restaurant owner, Don Colon, helps hide her out in an Andean village, while Sara and Mollie make a run to Guayaquil to pick up the tickets. The chase is on, and how does it end for Tara’s boyfriend?

Chapter 40   The End is Near

What happened to John Kennedy? Who murdered him, and why? Sara Mercury learns the truth from her military intelligence sweetheart.

Chapter 41  Duck and Covert

Would you really expect me to tell you how this book ends? I promise it’s good.


And so it goes.

May 16, 2013 - I am done! And the book will go to the editor tomorrow. I can't begin to say how exciting this is to have this book complete. I really look forward to sharing it soon. I think readers will be very surprised at the direction it takes -- hope they find it exciting. BTW It will be free during the initial promotion!! sk

May 10, 2013 - A very productive day for writing. I am on the home stretch thank goodness, only five more chapters to go, but the most exciting part. We are now in Ecuador, trying to figure out what to do next, how to get Tara safely back home to Mississippi. I know this does not mean much to you right now, but it is a very important part of the book. I had fun this morning writing a "coffee" scene. One key person, "Mollie," is known for making really horrible coffee. She watches a new friend, Sara, making coffee using elaborate equipment and is blown away, offers to buy her some instant, so she doesn't have to use the Cuban "stuff."

April 28, 2013
-  Just read about new arrests taking place at Colonia Dignidad in Chili. THE PLAN addresses history of this Nazi-based cult that came into being following World War Two, and apparently continues on in the Chilean Andes. Here's a link. Why has Chile let this go on for decades without doing something to stop it? In January, an international lawsuit was filed by former victims and family members for atrocities taking place over the year.

In today's online news, I see that Olga Weisfeiler, the sister of  a Penn State math professor who's been missing (and presumably was kidnapped by this cult's militia) is asking John Kerry of the U.S. State Dept. to intercede. Good for her! Also read a fascinating article coming out of Venezuela, The March of the KKK?

April 27, 2013 -- Getting very close to being done! This is exciting. The book will go in for final editing in two weeks -- that's MY PLAN. Because digital publishing brings books out online ontime, I'm working hard to have The Plan in your hands by the end of May.

It's been fascinating and challenging to work on this book because recent events in South America (in Chile -- google Colonia Dignidad) have brought new and fresh information that I'm bringing to the book. 

This coming week, I'll be doing another reading at Writers in Transition (WIC) in Cuenca, Ecuador. Always look forward to this, and you're invited.