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Subject: 4/4 Murder: Note the Defense Contractors Named
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Part 4 of 4 parts continued
If this arrives garbled, please let me know. We've had great difficulty
sending/receiving this text due to intentional interference with email traffic.
AEN NEWS
Courtesy of one of our great sources
who prefers to remain unknown.
Summary: Kohn, Howard. Who Killed Karen Silkwood?, New York, New
York, Summit Books, 1981. Kohn is an award-winning investigative reporter
and Senior Editor at Rolling Stone magazine. He investigated the Silkwood
case since 1974.
quick, perceptive, and ahead of her time with regard to feminist causes.
Her history showed that she had courage to fight the good fight. A
direct quote from a tape made by Wodka of one of their phone
conversations reveals the answer regarding her stance on nuclear power:
In the final month of her life she had been ready to join the movement,
had there been a noticeable one at the time:
"Steve, we have eighteen- and nineteen-year-old boys who didn't
get any schooling, so they don't understand what radiation is." The
voice grew simultaneously softer and higher. "They don't understand,
Steve! They don't understand!"....Just before she hung up, Karen had
mentioned a public hearing scheduled for the next day at the State
Capitol. It involved the Black Fox nuclear reactor near Tulsa.
Representative Thomas Bamberger was inviting people to come and give
their opinions. "I think one of us ought to go over there," Karen had
said. "Somebody's got to tell them they better hold off on that shit!"
When the judge finally forced the Kerr-McGee lawyer to turn over
the Kerr-McGee files to Sheehan, their records indicated that the final
figure of missing plutonium was sixteen pounds, when only four weeks
prior to Silkwood's murder, the figure had been forty pounds. The excuse
was that it had been stuck in the pipes.
Gerry Spence, the famous country lawyer, was hired by Sheehan to
try the case in court. When Spence deposed FBI agent Olson, there were
more than thirty objections made under the excuse of national security.
During one objection, the judge retired to chambers to listen to the
argument for national security. Upon returning to the courtroom, he said
the matters should remain secret, then proceeded to formally identify
Srouji as a government agent.
FBI files indicated that they attempted a classic smear on
Stockton, using unnamed sources passing on unverified rumor.
When asked whether there had been any pressure applied to the FBI
to stop investigating the Silkwood case, Srouji indicated that the
Oklahoma City bureau had been stopped by an order from the Justice
Department. Srouji also claimed to have copies of Reading's transcripts
of wiretaps and bugs on Silkwood. When asked about Mr. DeLorenzo who was
her publisher for the book, Srouji indicated that he was with the Central
Intelligence Agency. It was he that had asked her to write the book and
he that had paid her.
Two so called friends of Drew and Karen, Steve Campbell and Bob
Byler, turned out to be spying on them while working for the Red Squad,
turning over their information to Reading at Kerr-McGee.
During his deposition, Campbell admitted he became friends with
Drew on orders from Reading, turning over information to Reading after
spying on Drew and Karen. So Reading had been receiving information
about and photographs of Silkwood secretly through the Oklahoma City
Police Department. They had been working with Kerr-McGee all along.
All the cops claimed they were doing this unofficially for their
old buddy, Reading. Reading, it turns out, had been high up in the
Oklahoma City Police Department years ago. Kerr-McGee hired him away to
be their security chief, someone who came with ready-made connections to
the police department.
Reading had already sworn he had not even heard of Silkwood until
her home was contaminated. But Sheehan had gathered incontrovertible
proof that Reading was gathering a dossier on her almost a month prior to
the contamination at her home.
Drew, Silkwood's boyfriend, put together a quick summary of the
events:
October 10 - Silkwood organized the union seminars;
October 12 - Silkwood and Drew ran into Campbell and Byler, who pretended
to be their friends;
October 16 - the union won the election to keep their union;
October 17 (approximately) - Campbell and Byler met with Reading at
Kerr-McGee;
November 5 - Silkwood was contaminated;
November 6 - Silkwood was contaminated;
November 7 - Silkwood was contaminated, her home inspected and found to
be contaminated;
November 13 - Silkwood was murdered;
Sheehan felt that no jury in the world would believe it was a
coincidence that Campbell and Byler met with Reading within such a short
time, two days at the most, after the union won the vote of the workers
to keep their union.
One of Sheehan's investigators was a priest, Father Bill Davis.
At one point, Taylor had attempted to get him to wear a small microphone
under his priest's collar. Father Bill refused, saying, "I'll do one or
the other, but not both. It's a clash of symbols. With one I'm telling
people I can be trusted, but with the other I'm deceiving them."
Father Bill investigated another car accident that had happened.
A union member's car had been sideswiped, almost forcing him off the same
highway, only a few days after Silkwood had been murdered. The man
refused to talk. Oklahoma City Police had labeled the incident a prank.
Father Bill also investigated another strange occurrence: John
Thomas Cook was murdered by a shot to the head. He had been an oil
rigger in Oklahoma. Dying, he used his blood to write the letters AEC
(Atomic Energy Commission) on the wall. "But his message had nothing to
do with the government AEC: it was about a sex triangle and jealousy and
suicide."
Taylor's sources said the Central Intelligence Agency had been
involved in this entire thing from the very beginning: The agency had
known about the smuggling and killed Silkwood because she had found out.
It had been this same source that had tipped Taylor that Srouji's
publisher was CIA. There were agency ties in many places. They had
people stationed in Oklahoma City because of Kerr-McGee. There were
agency overtones written all over an outfit like Audio Intelligence.
When Sheehan tried to get a deposition from Jack Holcomb, the
head of Audio Intelligence, Holcomb left the country immediately. The
same thing happened when they tried to serve Bill Lovin from Georgia
Power: He took his family, left the country, and fled to Germany, never
even bothering to sell his furniture, but leaving it all still sitting in
the house.
When Sheehan and investigator Royer tried to serve J. W. Hand, an
Audio Intelligence salesman living in Dallas, dropping the papers inside
his screen door then leaving, within five minutes they were pulled over
by someone in a white car with a red flasher on the dashboard claiming to
be a policeman. He demanded identification from the driver, Royer. When
he ordered Sheehan to produce identification, Sheehan said, since he was
a passenger, his identification was not any of the officer's business.
The officer then arrested Sheehan for refusing to identify himself and
for resisting arrest, hitting his chin on the car and kicking his legs
open. When Royer objected, the officer said, "The way I hear it, ain't
nobody gonna miss him up there. They don't much appreciate what you're
doing, and we don't either."
Then, two more cops drove up, sirens blaring, handing back the
papers which had just been legally served on the salesman from Audio
Intelligence. The cops called them litterbugs, handing back the summons,
saying, "I believe you fellas dropped this."
In jail, Sheehan went into meditation and refused to eat. Angry
and alarmed, his jailers allowed him a second phone call. Sheehan called
the judge in the Silkwood case, explaining to the clerk how he had been
"arrested without just cause, interfered with in the service of a federal
subpoena, thrown in jail, and denied arraignment." Taylor and Father
Bill began making phone calls to everyone in the press, the church, and
in high places, an attempt to lessen the likelihood of Sheehan's death by
supposed random violence. After three days, they were released from the
phony arrest charges.
One witness, Roy King, had been former personnel director at
Kerr-McGee. He had been called to identify Karen's body the night of her
murder. After that, he had called Karen's family to inform them, then
dropped by the police station. While at the police station, a Highway
Patrol officer told King that a lot of Kerr-McGee papers had been in
Karen's car and invited him to go the next morning along with the officer
to collect them from her car.
The next morning, the officer arrived to inform King that there
was no need to pick up the Kerr-McGee things because someone had already
collected them.
Shortly after the murder, King woke up at home dizzy and cold.
It was winter, the windows were closed, and he could smell gas.
A gas company repairman came and checked, even taking the meter apart.
Apparently someone had crept in, turned off the gas in the heater, waited
till the pilot light went dead, then turned the gas back on. Apparently
someone had tried to kill King. It might not have had anything to do
with Karen's death, King thought; and then again, it might.
While waiting to hear whether the judge would hear the entire
suit, Sheehan became upset with the possibility that they wouldn't be
able to expose all of the evidence:
"The CIA has been reformed, isn't that what we've been told?" he
said into a luminous sky. "The Rockefeller Commission, the Church
Committee, the Pike Committee, they reformed it. What a crock! Anytime
the CIA doesn't want a case prosecuted the case doesn't get prosecuted.
Justice be damned! Same as always - nothing's changed."
The missing plutonium was critical to the case because it
established motive. If Kerr-McGee was involved in smuggling nuclear
material, with or without the participation of the Central Intelligence
Agency, all the rest fell into place.
Of the three parts of the law suit, the judge decided only the
contaminations part would be heard. The parts about her death and cover
up were thrown out.
Sheehan had narrowly missed disaster. Congressman Leo Ryan's
party had asked him to accompany them on their mission to investigate Jim
Jones and the People's Temple. The congressman was going to visit Guyana
to look into the first amendment rights of the members of the cult who
had followed the Reverend Jim Jones there. Sheehan was tempted to go
along, but stayed with Sara instead to help with rallies and fundraisers.
The only member of Kerr-McGee management to testify for Silkwood
was Jim Smith. He said Karen had been
an emblem of disloyalty and revolution. Her idea of reform was to scrap
all of the gloveboxes and most of the fuel rods and start over. It was
difficult as well as infuriating to talk with her. But - but she had
been right, Smith testified. Shoddiness and shortcuts and profiteering
were everywhere in the factory. Karen's list for the AEC had been true
in spades. One time, Smith said, he had to buy a hundred gallons of
white paint to brush over the walls. The walls were cinderblock, full of
crevices, in which plutonium had gotten lodged. The paint was to seal it
in. But paint is not very permanent, and before long, thousands of tiny
flakes, embedded with plutonium, were in the air. Also, behind the
factory, on nine hundred acres, there were waste ponds for low-level
debris. Ducks and migrating geese would swim and cavort in the ponds,
enchanted in their ignorance. And runoff from the ponds once got into
the Cimarron River. Whitening and distended, sand bass were washed
ashore. A company crew had to take shovels and dig cemetery craters for
hundreds of dead fish.
Smith was on the stand three days, all told. He had a lot to tell.
The "surprise" inspections of the AEC were a sham, he said. He
and the other supervisors knew of them in advance....In that way a
considerable number of violations were kept from the AEC. In addition,
there was the incident of April 1972. Two maintenance men had been
repairing a pump when a gasket seal ruptured above them. A plutonium
mist had rained down. But the two men left for lunch, a meal they ate
that day at the Hub Cafe, and all through the beef stew and corn bread,
they had no idea their hands, hair, and clothes were hot, no idea at all
until they got back to Cimarron. But no HPs [health physicians] were
sent to the Hub Cafe, even though, by law, there should have been an
all-out cleanup: the stools, napkin holders, salad bar, toothpick jar,
everything. No one was notified, not even the AEC. "Management didn't
want to risk a public panic," Smith said. The AEC inspectors did find
out, but not for more than a year and not from Kerr-McGee. It was told
by Mister Anonymous to Mrs. Younghein and reported by her to the AEC.
Smith went on to testify about the missing plutonium. He said
Kerr-McGee would not tell him what the final figure was, which was
strange, since he was the one doing the cleanup. He ran boiling nitric
through the pipes to flush out any remaining plutonium. On the last
flush, the got three grams of plutonium, which was way less than an
ounce.
Spence asked him on the stand, "So if a Kerr-McGee witness gets
up here and tells the jury that forty pounds is still in the pipes, why,
he wouldn't be telling the truth, would he?"
Smith answered, "Let me put it this way, if there's forty pounds
still at Cimarron, I don't know where it is."
Another witness testified about having been a former Kerr-McGee
employee. He told how he sandpapered or ground down bad welds from fuel
rods that had been rejected. They shipped them anyway because production
was so far behind. He did this on orders from his supervisor.
Former employees testified about how the real number of
contaminations was probably twice what the Kerr-McGee files said it was:
Without graph paper, red-alert machines couldn't record the measurements
taken of air purity. They sat that way for hours. One worker had been
contaminated from a barrel spouting waste "like water from a garden
hose." Even after being scrubbed down, workers had to sometimes wear
rubber gloves home because, already being raw, they just couldn't rub
enough to clean off the plutonium.
One former health physician testified that no effort was made to
control the plutonium because it was a lost battle.
None of the workers had heard it causes cancer until the union
seminar Karen put together, or, even later, while reading coverage of the
Silkwood case. Kerr-McGee didn't say a word about it in orientation or
in their safety manuals. "When the workers got contaminated, Kerr-McGee
played down the contaminations, leading to carelessness and more
contaminations."
Working in a respirator was practically useless because of the
poor fit, fogging, and sweat. Kerr-McGee had promised Silkwood a special
one because she had such a narrow face, but in two years of waiting, it
never came. Oxygen tanks proved to be just as unreliable: Workers ran
out of oxygen in their tanks while deep inside storage vessels.
Desperate for air, they would rip off the top of their protective suits
in order to breathe, taking in radioactive air.
Nitric acid used in production rotted the rubber gloves and
gaskets. The acid combined with radioactive waste had to be solidified
before being put in the storage barrels for shipping. But the process
sometimes was not permanent. Then the acid would eat the barrels,
allowing nuclear waste to rupture the barrel and escape. That was how it
had eaten through the floorboards of a transportation truck. That was
also why it was floating in underground streams.
Since the Kerr-McGee facility was located in Tornado Alley,
special procedures had been designed to move the plutonium into a vault
during a tornado alert. But former workers told how that had been a
farce: It was too much trouble. The vault had grown dusty with disuse.
Inspectors had been fooled or lazy or naive. Workers had been ordered to
say nothing during inspections. "Before inspectors arrived, hasty
cleanups were ordered, spills painted over, broken equipment hidden
away....The lies and deceptions were reaching a point of numbness" for
those who attended the trial.
After court and after hearing all of this testimony, Spence said,
"If this keeps up, I'm gonna go home a radical."
An anonymous call came in to Sheehan's law office to offer them a
tip. The caller wouldn't give his name. He told of a friend who was a
trucker. The trucker had been asked to join an outlaw gang of truckers
who were doing hits for the mob using their trucks rather than guns. Hit
and run assassins, they ran people off the road with their semis. They
had done jobs in Seattle, Albuquerque, and one right here, that Karen
Silkwood girl.
Further investigation was unable to uncover any hard evidence,
though.
During Mazzocchi's testimony, he said Silkwood's contamination
was disruptive to their union strategy because it was poor timing, made
Silkwood highly visible, and had no news value because she was just one
in a series of contaminations over the years. Kerr-McGee would have been
the only one to benefit. When Kerr-McGee's lawyer asked how Kerr-McGee
could possibly benefit, Mazzocchi answered, "By blaming it on her, doubt
was cast on her credibility. And it gave Kerr-McGee an excuse to go into
her apartment and search for her documents."
During the trial, the film, The China Syndrome, had opened, a
film which depicted a "hit and run goon squad to frighten
whistlel-blowers." At this point, Kerr-McGee's lawyer requested a mistrial.
At this point in the trial was when the accident at Three Mile
Island happened in Pennsylvania. Pregnant women and small children were
advised to leave immediately, while one million people around Three Mile
Island were advised to get ready for possible evacuation. "A succession
of human errors and machinery breakdowns - by themselves not at all
uncommon - had brought the reactor to crisis." A hydrogen bubble had
formed. If it continued to grow, it could press on the cooling pumps,
stop the cooling process, and cause a meltdown. At this point,
Kerr-McGee's lawyer asked for another mistrial.
Two months prior to Three Mile Island, the Rasmussen Report had
fallen into disrepute, labeled unreliable by the Nuclear Regulatory
Commission. The Nuclear Regulatory Commission had spent years saying a
meltdown was a one-in-a-million event.
Three Mile Island was not the most severe nuclear accident.
Accidents at Rocky Flats in Colorado got that distinction. Fires in the
weapons factory burned through filters causing plutonium dust to shoot
into the air. The wind had blown it everywhere. Cancer was sharply
rising in both Denver and Boulder. The Detroit plant and England plant
were both shut down after partial meltdowns. In Detroit, citizens had
not even been informed until months afterward. A fire at Browns Ferry in
Alabama raged for six hours, destroying control wiring. Only a
jerry-rigged backup prevented a meltdown. Fifty thousand gallons of
nuclear waste had gone into drinking fountains in St. Paul, Minnesota. A
jet making an emergency landing in Japan had almost run head-on into a
nuclear reactor.
It had been conventional fuel rods which may have created the
bubble at Three Mile Island. Kerr-McGee had sold its rods to Bobcock &
Wilcox, which, in turn, supplied Three Mile Island.
The Atomic Energy Commission investigator admitted during the
trial that he could have taken fingerprints at Silkwood's home after the
contamination, but didn't. He also admitted that he had not investigated
further when it was discovered that her contamination was from Lot 29, a
lot that had been shipped two months before her contamination. He also
admitted that he had not investigated further when it was discovered that
over forty pounds of plutonium was unaccounted for. When asked whether
he had checked financial records of people involved, including those of
upper management, a standard procedure when valuables are missing,
Kerr-McGee's lawyer objected. The jury never got to hear the answer, but
Spence felt he had made his point with the jury.
On the stand, a Kerr-McGee official who had been a member of the
design committee swore their factory was not located in the middle of
Tornado Alley. He didn't think there was a Tornado Alley in Oklahoma.
That night a tornado passed within five miles of the plant, ripping limbs
from trees and killing a cow. Sheehan commented later, "No doubt about
it - God's on our side....Next time they lie, they'll be afraid of
lightning striking."
In court, the Kerr-McGee official, Moore, who had showed up at
Silkwood's contamination at home with his lawyer in tow, had to be asked
five times whether or not he had ordered that Silkwood be put under guard
escort on the day of her murder. Finally after the fifth time, he
admitted to it. He also admitted to having put out false stories to the
press, making headlines that some of the contaminations had been the
result of sabotage by workers rather than leaks for which Kerr-McGee was
responsible.
When Kerr-McGee presented testimony by a solitary doctor to say
that the level of contamination was not significant in terms of causing
cancer, Spence made the point that this doctor had attended college on a
government scholarship, attended medical school on a government
scholarship, and ever since been working at Los Alamos, a government
facility, altogether a government expert "bred, fed, and led by the feds."
The majority of the evidence, evidence which tied the Federal
Bureau of Investigation, Kerr-McGee, the Oklahoma City Police Department,
and their Red Squad together in the case, was never allowed to be
introduced in the trial. The conspiratorial nature of events never got a
fair hearing, nor did the evidence of all their illegal spy activity.
Yet, in court, the Kerr-McGee lawyer painted Silkwood as a sneaking spy
for the union. Paul asked, "Have you heard anything about Kerr-McGee
using anybody to spy or sneak around? No, you haven't." Sheehan was
enraged.
Spence closed his argument with the following:
This is the story of a smart-alecky boy. One day he caught a
tiny bird. Holding it in his hands, he decided to trick a wise old man,
"Old Man, what do I have in my hands?" he asked. The old man saw the
bird's head peek out and said, "A bird, my son." "Ah, but is it dead or
alive?" Whatever the answer, the boy thought, he'd fool the old man. If
the old man guessed dead, he'd let the bird fly free. If he guessed
alive, he'd crush the bird with his fingers. But the old man only
smiled. "My son, " he said, "it's in your hands."
Ladies and gentlemen, it's in your hands.
During jury deliberations, Kerr-McGee lawyers had been heard
discussing the case out in the hallway: "This trial is a farce -
Congress should be deciding these issues, not a jury. What do six people
from Oklahoma know about nuclear science? Why should they have any
say-so? They're just six ordinary people. Nobody elected them."
Pressure to stop the anti-nuclear movement continued. Two
activists were "gunned down, assassination-style," one dying on the
operating table and one, the mother of two children, surviving with a
bullet lodged next to her spine. Other members of the movement found
themselves the victims of "vandalism, burglaries, and beatings."
When the jury completed their deliberations, they returned with
the conclusion that Silkwood had not smuggled out plutonium or
contaminated herself, that Kerr-McGee had been negligent in its operation
to allow plutonium to escape from their facility which caused her
contamination, that actual damages be awarded in the amount of $505,000,
and that punitive damages be awarded in the amount of $10,000,000 as
penalties against Kerr-McGee.
Although Karen had been the first victim officially recognized in
court, the toll of the dead and dying long preceded her. Out west in the
fifties the army had ordered GIs into foxholes near the epicenter of
atomic tests; scores of men, maybe more, had come away with leukemia or
other forms of cancer. A cancer had killed John Wayne, a cancer caused
perhaps by nuclear fallout. One of the big bombs had been blown up when
the Duke was in Utah for the movie The Conqueror. Half a dozen others
from the movie set had died of cancer too, as had the many Navajo miners,
and all those nuclear workers on Mancuso's charts, and some others, more
unlucky yet, killed in freak accidents by radioactive substances that ate
them alive. If there was any redemption to this, it was the men of
science, the Gofmans and Mancusos, still fighting for tougher radiation
standards.
After her murder, Silkwood's headstone for her grave was
inscribed with a quotation Karen had chosen for use in her high school
yearbook, "It is not only the most difficult thing to know oneself, but
the most inconvenient thing too."
After the trial, supporters and activists gathered to put up a
memorial, a tribute to Karen Silkwood near the accident site on the
highway. Next to her engraved image, it read, "Born 2-19-1946, Died
11-13-1974, Vindicated 5-18-1979."
After the trial, investigator Stockton began to get angry with
the smears on himself, Karen, Dingell, and Seigenthaler. He decided to
sue James Reading, Jackie Srouji, Larry Olson, Kerr-McGee and the Federal
Bureau of Investigation for libel, for violations of his civil rights,
and for conspiracy that prevented him from doing his duties as an officer
of public trust, all in an effort to bring out the secrets, secrets about
smuggling plutonium and police state tactics.
Sheehan put together a law firm called the Christic Institute,
"not so much a place for lawyers as for people of conscience."
Weeks after the trial, Taylor received a call from one of his
resources in the Federal Bureau of Investigation who told him that he had
found a lengthy report in a top-secret file:
"The FBI knows exactly what happened. It's all right there on
page three." There was a narrative of that night, he said: from the Hub
Cafe to the highway culvert. Karen had been followed as she left the
cafe. She had driven south on Highway 74, toward Oklahoma City, but then
she had swung west, making a detour down a dirt road, to the old barn on
the ranch of Sherri's grandmother. Coming back to the highway, Karen
encountered her pursuer. There was a brief chase; the other car banged
into the Honda. Karen jockeyed about and ended up on the shoulder. The
other car raced alongside. And seconds later there was the sound of a
crash, then quiet, except for the fleeing wheels and the howl of the
wind, a howling like a ghost gone mad....But how could the FBI be so
specific, so definite?
A year after the trial ended, Robert Kerr Jr. ran for office, a
senate seat in Oklahoma, his father's old job. He lost the election,
lost big time.
Ultimately, Kerr-McGee decided to get out of the nuclear business
rather than clean up their act and make the improvements requested by the
Nuclear Regulatory Commission.
Kind regards,
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DEATH TO THE NEW WORLD ORDER
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Linda Thompson
American Justice Federation
Home of AEN News
& news videos, "Waco, the Big Lie," "America Under Siege"
3850 S. Emerson Ave.
Indianapolis, IN 46203
Telephone: (317) 780-5200
Fax: (317) 780-5209
Internet: lindat@iquest.net
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Remember Waco. The Murderers are still free.
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The Army courtmartialed Spc. Michael New
for not wearing a U.N. hat, but the Army won't
courtmartial the 160th and 158th Special Operations,
82nd Airborne, Ft. Hood Cav and 10th Mountain Div.
soldiers who helped MURDER CHILDREN at Waco.
What's wrong with this picture?
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your paycheck, your house, your car, and put you in prison?
Funny, when the mafia does it, that's called CRIMINAL EXTORTION.
THIS YEAR, JOIN 50 MILLION AMERICANS AND JUST SAY NO.
And never give up your guns.
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The reasonable man adapts himself to the world;
the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself.
Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.
-George Bernard Shaw