by D.K. Wilson (DWil)

November 21, 2008. Good morning Dallas. Welcome to the Nightmare on Elm Street.

November 22, 1963, 12:31 p.m. at Dealey Plaza, was the true Ground Zero for America. On that day the 35th President of the United States, John F. Kennedy, was the subject of a state-sponsored assassination that left this country crippled and impotent.

And we remain so to this day.

In 1963 the United States of America was anything but united. Black people had no “cvil rights.” Common white people, often with local law enforcements’ blessings, committed all manners of atrocities on black folk. We were embroiled in a war that was never officially called a war, in Vietnam, just a minute after we took over the “Golden Triangle” of poppy growth that became the base for the global heroin trade; all under the guise of the Korean War. Dwight D. Eisenhower warned America of the burgeoning Military Industrial Complex, a matrix people, companies, and corporations that needed and still need war to survive.

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John F. Kennedy

And John F. Kennedy was a lightning rod for all that was fractured in this country.

Yesterday I took a train to Dallas to watch, listen, and participate in the 13th JFK Lancer Conference dealing with the events of that day. The first thing people think of is mad “conspiracy buffs” as they have so demoralizingly have been termed. But if you have ever stood at Dealey Plaza you would know why these people struggle today and into the future to “solve” this murder of JFK.

The setting at Dealey is dreadfully intimate. Stand on the grass near the spot where Beverly Oliver stood and you will be no more than 20 feet from the spot where a man had his head blown off.

Stand across the street and you will be no more than 30 feet from the spot where a man, his wife and child heard a bullet scream by them on its way to Kennedy’s head.

Stand behind the famed picket fence where one of the “other” gunmen not named Lee Harvey Oswald fired the kill shot. You don’t have to be a baseball pitcher to have thrown a rock and hit the president on his way by.

This distance from the corner of Houston and Elm where the limousine turned, where the first frames of Abraham Zapruder’s infamous home movie are missing, to the killing zone is remarkably small. Driving at 30 mph it takes about three seconds to traverse the span from corner to “X” marks the spot.

Around the corner, a more than 90 degree left turn. Begin down the hill, three to five degree slope.

Blam! Blam! Shots from somewhere miss the presidential limo, followed by “Ffftttt”…. The dull whisper of a silenced weapon firing somewhere into Kennedy’s back; he reaches for the spot and screams, I am hit!”

Too much noise. Too many people, Too much confusion. No reaction.

Two seconds later: “Blam!” A shot from the train tracks area. The bullet, probably from a small caliber weapon enters the president’s throat. His arms fly up and his hands reach for his neck.

Then Texas governor John Connally turns to JFK and Jackie realizes something’s very wrong with her husband.

Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! A fusillade of shots echo through Dealey. Two hit Conally. One hits the limo frame beneath the windshield. Another strikes concrete surrounding a manhole. Another strikes concrete that flies up and splashes harshly across a man’s cheek.

The scene just described is not part of the fraud that is now the Zapruder film.

Two seconds later the limo comes to a complete stop. A woman filming the scene steps into the street…. Just as more bullets rain down from at least three different locales – including one behind a picket fence up a small hill to the right of the president’s car.

And the final bullet enters Kennedy’s head, right side, between his right eye and ear. Globs of blood and brain matter fly from the back of his head and onto a policeman riding on a motorcycle to the left and behind the president’s car. The matter hits him so hard. He thinks he’s been shot.

Pieces of Kennedy’s skull land on the trunk of the limo and Jackie climbs out to retrieve one piece.

More happens.

Gunmen close to the scene flee; handlers and drivers in tow. People run to the famed grassy knoll. Police run to the Book Depository building;

They run.

And the cover-up begins that lasts to this day.

The crime. The cover-up. The lead up. The aftermath. These are the matters the researchers at the John Fitzgerald Kennedy Lancer Conference Hope to elucidate for a public, sometimes wanting, often sleeping.

If we can know now, this millisecond in history may never again repeat itself .