💔 LEJ's Louisiana,

Yours Truly in a Swamp

a monthly e-column by Leonard Earl Johnson,

of Lafayette and New Orleans, Louisiana
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November 2019

Contains the Story of
Harry Connick / Jim Garrison
burning JFK files
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1963 JFK memento Photo credit LEJ.world

J. F. K.,

assassinated

22 November 1963

by Leonard Earl Johnson

www.LEJ.world

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When it happened I was living in Springfield, the Prairie State Capitol of Illinois. I was twenty years old, and two-hundred-and-twenty miles north of home and school.

Illinois Capitol, Springfield
courtesy Illinois Secretary of State

I had flunked college and reluctantly found work with the Illinois Secretary of State. A glamorous job for a boy from the Shawnee National Forest, in the back hills of the Illinois Ozarks ~ where I longed to be.

My Village of Ullin, population 800, is below the Mason-Dixon Line, and culturally more akin to neighboring Southern states of Kentucky and Tennessee, than Illinois. It is in fact seventy-some miles closer to Memphis than Springfield.

Established in 1857, with the coming of the rail roads. Settled by mostly northern Europeans. It was a shipping link, connecting farm products, lumbermills, and limestone mines at Ullin to markets from Chicago to New Orleans and the world beyond. Since before the Civil War.

Ullin prospered under the political sunshine of Abraham Lincoln and the shadow of nearby Tennessean, Nathan Bedford Forest, a reckless philosopher-warrior most exemplified today in Steve Bannon. If you can imagine Bannon slim and inside a movable body, swinging a bloody machete at helpless folks. If so, then you can imagine Lieutenant General Forest, and the massacre at Fort Pillow (link in the Lagniappe Section of this column).

C. S. A. Lieutenant General Insignia

I had been exiled to labor midst Republican cronies of my Father at the State Capitol as punishment for failing grades at Southern Illinois University, Carbondale. College failure has taken me far, L. A. Norma likes to tell our friends.

I spent too much time liberating the downtrodden ~ in coffee shop and barroom bloviations ~ to notice my Father's blooming concern. Then, pow, one day I'm in Prairie cold Springfield with folks who may not know Annabel Lee from Lady Macbeth but could speak political poetry like the Rosetta Stone's scribe and mason.

My Father saw it befitting my civil rights consultations (remember this was the Fabled Sixties) that I head to Springfield, "Where the tax man's bagman takes all that Gott damn tax money!" For it is true, all over the World, citizens live better under the crooked staff (church and state's, in both meanings of the term). This is where politicians and priests have gone throughout history to get paid. Along with the contractors who build their roads, cathedrals, and airports. And their camp follower's Sons and Daughters.

"So, it was time to put the Son on the state payroll?"

L. A. Norma says,

"Anyone seeking work ~ from king to janitor ~ is after that tax money. In one form or the other."

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In the square around Illinois' Victorian Capitol stands a bigger than life statue of Lincoln. I went there on 22 November 1963, when I heard the news from Dallas. The inscription on its base is from Lincoln's farewell address, departing Springfield for Washington. It reads:

"I now leave, not knowing when, or whether ever, I may return..."

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JFK's assassination was fifty-six years ago this month, 2019. I did then, but don't any longer believe the party line on Kennedy's murder. I have looked at it from a hundred different angles, and it did not happen as told by the Warren Commission. It doesn't matter who pulled the trigger as much as who loaded the gun. Who? I don't know.

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Cabildo, Jackson Square, New Orleans
photo credit: Mark Tullos

This I do know first hand:

In New Orleans, where many players in the JFK drama originated, at the Old U. S. Mint, on Esplanade Avenue, decades after the assassination, a traveling circus came to Town. Convened by the United States House of Representatives President John F. Kennedy Assassination Records Collection Act of 1992.

Prompted, said the government, by Oliver Stone's movie, JFK, released the year before.

At the Hearing, I sat next to Harry Connick, Sr., Orleans Parish District Attorney (and Father of the musician).

Connick stood, took the witness stand, and gave his latest "full disclosure."

He testified as to the wicked work of his predecessor, Jim Garrison, DA at the time of the assassination (Garrison held the DA's office from 1962 to 1973). In 1988, Garrison published ON THE TRAIL OF THE ASSASSINS, a credited inspiration for Oliver Stone's movie.

Garrison was elected Judge on the Louisiana Appellate Court in 1972. He retired from his judgeship in 1992, at age 70, and died that same year. In the film, Jim Garrison plays his arch villain in the actual drama, Earl Warren.

L. A. Norma says,

"There will always be irony in New Orleans, oui?"

Connick testified that Jim Garrison burned the District Attorney's JFK investigation files. Further proclaiming Garrison had not ought to have done that ~ because the files belonged to the holy people of New Orleans, if not the whole wide holy World.

The World Wide Web had not yet come to pass, "Or Connick would have planted his righteous flag on its e-turf, too!" L. A. Norma points out.

Regarde ça

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Turns out Garrison did not burn the files, as Connick testified. In a later television report filmed in Connick's office, WDSU reporter, Richard Angelico captured Connick rolling his eyes heavenly and retelling his well dressed disinformation about evil Jim Garrison and the missing files.

Like Julia Street's tv-chef, Emeril Lagasse, "BAM!," Angelico pulled an affidavit from his coat pocket and read a retired Connick office worker's testimony that Harry Connick had ordered him to burn the files.

Praise the Lord, the worker, Gary Raymond, did not follow those orders, and kept the files in his car's trunk all the following years.

Just think, for the next twenty-some years, stopped at an intersection in Big Swamp City, you might have been sitting next to an old car carrying Jim Garrison's JFK files in its trunk.

Ultimately Raymond was convicted of violation of Grand Jury

secrecy. Becoming, along with Angelico the only convictions in the House commission's Kennedy Assassination probe. (Each received minimal suspended sentences.)

Down by the Station
Early in the Morning
Facebook Video

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Angelico turned the files over to the President John F. Kennedy Assassination Records Collection Committee.

They are said to contain nothing of significance, though they had once led to the only charge brought in the murder of the President of the United States.

Confronted, Connick did an heroic backstroke for Richard Angelico's lens ~ sending the bar where I was watching it on tv, into blubbery, blustery blasts of merriment. Connick ended with a finely honed belly-flop of: "So what if I did? We needed the space," as the barroom hoots filled the air, bled out the door and washed up the street.

So much for guardian of the sanctified City's property, mon bon ami, Harry!?

There will all ways be a New Orleans!

Even if we go underwater and never come out again.

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