JFK Assassination Forum

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Stephen Fagin….. In the chaos that followed the shooting did u see Oswald at all?
I did.  This was a long i don’t know exactly how many minutes later but the lady i was standing next to…. Some of the people Bill Shelly and Billy Lovelady they went down toward the triple underpass because before they went down there a lady come by a woman came by and she was crying she said somebody has shot the president. And so we looked bewildered.  And i turned to Sarah and she said, “Somebody shot the president”.  I said, “I thought that’s what she said”.  She said, “She did say that”.  So we stood there for a few minutes and and i walked down to the first step where Billy was standing down there at the bottom of the steps.  So i looked around and it was just total chaos there.  And then from there i started to go down to see if i could find Bill Shelly and Billy Lovelady.  And it was so much chaos down there. I said, “Well, i better go back to where? Go back to the steps”.  And i did. I walked back to to the bottom of the steps. And then i walked out to the corner of the building right there where Houston comes up beside the building and i was talking to someone. 
It was a lady and i looked to my left and come walking along the side of Texas schoolwork building was Lee Oswald.
Stephen Fagin….. Walking along this side of the building? (pointing).
Yes. Houston St. Yes. Houston Street. So he he’d come around from off the dock there. And so he walks up and i’m talking to this lady.  He didn’t say anything.  And he crosses Houston.  I watch him cross Houston as i was talking to the lady.  He gets over to the other side of Houston and  then he crosses Elm…. and somebody said something to me and i turned and he was about halfway across the street and when i turned back he was gone in the crowd.  I don’t know what happened to him but i didn’t worry too much about that because there was several places around there that you could go and eat a sandwich.  And i remember asking him that morning when he was riding in with me. I says, “Where’s your lunch?”.  He said, “Oh, i’m going to buy it off the truck today”.  I said, “Okay”.  Well, i didn’t think about what he talking about buying off the truck.  He said, “Uh, buy his lunch”.  He said, “I’ll just buy my lunch today”.  And i don’t like to use the word assume, but i thought he was talking about the catering truck.  But…..
Stephen Fagin….. There’s no doubt in your mind that this was Lee Harvey Oswald?”. 
It was.
Stephen Fagin….. Could you see the expression on his face?  Is there anything you can tell us about the way he looked?
There was nothing different about Lee.  The expression on his face was…. he looked perfectly normal.  And that’s the last time that i remember seeing him.
Stephen Fagin….. You then went down to the basement and had your own lunch that day……………

TG-

No. AFAIK, not a Deep State action.

Ray Epps is a mysterious guy, and the fact that Mr Buffalo Horns was solicitously ushered around the US Capital was odd. Great photo ops, no? 

The Oath Keepers and Proud Boys were heavily infiltrated by feds.

Evidently, there were 200+feds in the crowd on Jan. 6, and Capitol Police at one point mysteriously stood down, and allowed the crowd into the Capitol. None of that makes sense.

Maybe Jan 6 was just a scrum. Maybe just bad decisions made everywhere.

The Donk-run Jan. 6 committee was a kangaroo court show trial.

I have suspicions about Trump's relations to Putin, but nothing solid.

It should be noted Trump has kneecapped Putin in Cuba, Venezuela and Iran. Even while Putin has exhausted his military in Ukraine, with the US supporting Ukraine through Europe.

With luck, we could see the IRGC and Putin go down this year.

Let's ask Monika Wiesak what to think. She says Michael Jackson's pederasty is not important. Jackson sang songs about social justice.

TG

"burnt-out Army Seargent"

He was seared to a crisp!

Dear "BC",

Perhaps I should have said, "Of no value to the KGB," instead.

This is what Bagley says about Dayle W. Smith (aka ANDREY) in his 2007 book, Spy Wars: Moles, Mysteries, and Deadly Games.

(Have you read it yet? It's free-to-read, you know.)

[Vladislav] Kovshuk did not go to Washington for the cipher-machine mechanic. When Andrey was finally identified and interviewed by the FBI, his account made that clear. Leaving his wife and children in the United States, Andrey had arrived in Moscow in the fall of 1951 to serve as a cipher-machine mechanic. That work involved only repairs to and testing of exterior parts of the machines, like input and output connections. Only visiting specialists did deeper repair and maintenance. Andrey would never see the rotors, the secret parts in a sealed housing, and if they should happen to break down, the cipher clerks themselves would send them to the United States for repair. Whenever Andrey was admitted to the code room, a code room official closely accompanied him — “like a Siamese twin,” as he put it — even to the toilet. In the winter of 1953, some months before his tour of duty was to end, he accepted his good-looking maid’s invitation to visit her little apartment — where hidden KGB cameras recorded their lovemaking. The KGB called him to a meeting on the river embankment, where two operatives showed him photos, one of which had been touched up to be even more ruinous to his marriage. They would give him the photos and negatives, they said. All he had to do in return was “steal the keys to the Embassy codes.” Shocked, he agreed to meet them again, and at this second meeting one of the KGB officers gave him a special paper and flashlight, instructing him to put the paper against the list of rotor settings and shine the flashlight on the paper. But even if he’d been willing, Andrey would never have had an opportunity to do any such thing, so at the next meeting he returned the paper, blank. For months thereafter there were no more meetings. Andrey thought this might have had something to do with Stalin’s death at that time. Then the KGB called him to a last meeting just before his tour ended in the late summer of 1953. He didn’t yet know where he would next be stationed but expected to learn before he left. So, the KGB man told him to write his next assignment on a piece of paper, put it into a crushed empty cigarette package, and drop it into a trash bin at the airport on departure. Presumably under KGB surveillance, he dropped the package, but he had left the paper blank. From then on, in the United States, Andrey lived in fear that the KGB would get back in touch, especially during the first year or so when he worked in the Pentagon War Room sorting and posting clear-text messages from a teletype machine. So, when he was offered a transfer to an army recruiting station in the Washington area, where he would have no access whatever to classified information, he happily accepted. But in his new job, as in the old one, he heard nothing from the KGB — for four years. Then, one evening in October 1957 at an American Legion post, he was called to the phone where a Russian-accented voice reminded him of the Moscow maid and the pictures and proposed a meeting. The KGB must have been tailing him to know he was there, and if they knew that they presumably also knew how insignificant his job was. Andrey remembered the date of the call because it came at an unpropitious moment. Public attention had just been paid to people like himself by the revelation in the press that an American sergeant named Roy Rhodes had confessed to being recruited by the KGB while serving in Moscow. Rhodes, said the papers, would appear as a surprise witness in the forthcoming trial of the Soviet Illegal operative Rudolf Abel. Rhodes’s name was never mentioned publicly before October 1957. Andrey went to the designated restaurant in the Washington suburb of Falls Church, where a short, heavyset Russian met him. He offered to return the compromising pictures but demanded documentary information in return. Andrey agreed and for the next meeting he grabbed a handful of unclassified recruitment pamphlets from his office, the only documents kept there. At this second meeting the short man was accompanied by another Russian, older and more authoritative. Andrey had never seen either of them before these Washington meetings but recognized them from photographs the FBI showed him. The older man was "Komarov”— Vladislav Kovshuk. Kovshuk never spoke during the meeting, merely nodding whenever the other Soviet looked to him for approval. Evidently, they knew Andrey was close to retirement, for the short Soviet asked him to look for a job in a company working on government contracts. But he never heard from them again. Now, seven years later, the FBI came to him armed with — but not disclosing to him — Nosenko’s information. Andrey had retired from the army in late 1961, six months before Nosenko first reported on him. Now, as a civilian, he had no access whatever to classified information. Sacrificing him cost the KGB nothing. Evidently it considered him a worthless source, and the Americans likewise saw him as no security risk. Even before interviewing him, the FBI had determined from army records that Andrey could not have delivered sensitive information, and during hours of questioning they became convinced of his sincerity. The FBI did not charge or arrest him, and army security authorities saw no reason even to question him further. He was left to live out his retirement in peace. Many years later, by then an old man living alone in a trailer camp, Andrey told a visitor that he had been baffled by the KGB’s actions and inaction. "I’ve never stopped thinking about it,” he said, "and I finally decided that I had somehow been used as a pawn. The KGB knew I hadn’t been helpful and decided to give me away to the FBI. But why? Maybe I was used to promote a Soviet agent who came here? I just don’t know. I don’t suppose I ever will know.” It was surely not for this unnecessary and silent one-time appearance to a dormant and useless agent with whom he had had no previous contact that the Moscow section chief had been sent to Washington on ostensibly permanent [i.e., two-year] assignment nine months earlier.

The identification of Edward Ellis Smith as the near-certain target of Kovshuk’s trip posed a vexing question. Smith had left CIA five years before Golitsyn defected [in December 1961] and told the Americans about Kovshuk’s trip. By then he would presumably be of less interest to the KGB. Why then did it go to the trouble as late as [June] 1962, through Nosenko [in Geneva], to throw CIA off his track? We never found out, but one possible answer troubled us. Might [Edward Ellis] Smith have helped the KGB recruit another CIA official — one still active? [Or, as John M. Newman says in his 2022 book, Uncovering Popov's Mole (which he dedicated to Bagley), maybe Edward Ellis Smith -- who had been Pyotr Popov's incompetent and honey-trapped dead drop setter-upper in Moscow -- helped Mole Solie by reconnoitering D.C. movie houses in which Solie could safely meet with Kovshuk.]

-- "TG"

TG--

No doubt, some do.

But James DiEugenio?

Monika Wiesak is a recent migrant from Poland, where there are few, few Jews (Poles are great people, btw). 

Jefferson Morley?

Tucker Carlson?

Michael Piper?

Laurent Guyénot (French anti-Semitic crackpot, published in Unz website).

And the most lurid, pinheaded loser of the bunch, Dr Bill "The Quack" Niederhut?

Unz is Jewish, by birth.

I heard said, "Unz may be ashamed to be Jewish, but we are even more ashamed that he is."

TG-

I have little doubt Putin and Tehran money is active in JFKA social influencer circles, and funding book projects and the like.

The $links between Putin and Oliver Stone are no secret. 

The Hunt Letter was exposed, and as you accurately point out, elements within the CIA sure look like they were compromised by the KGB, including possibly LHO (says John Newman).

LHO leads to G2-KGB, like links to anyone, were snuffed out by the WC.

Wiesak sure looks like a pen-for-hire.

If only the US would appease dictators globally, then there were be worldwide peace.

Here is Wiesak pimping for Jackson music sales, a recent post on "X."