The Assassination of John F. Kennedy, Jr.

25 years of lies

Twenty five years ago, I was glued to the television set, watching endless video of helicopters scanning the waters off of Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts. You know, the guarded and gated community where in 2022 a handful of migrants so frightened the tanned One Percenters, that the National Guard was immediately sent for.

I knew immediately that they’d never find JFK, Jr. alive. While Ted Kennedy did survive one of the numerous plane crashes involving this family, I was thoroughly versed in the Kennedys’ incomprehensible history of tragedies. Thus, it was clear that the son of the slain president was going to be the latest addition to their extensive Body Count. It didn’t matter that he had everything the world could offer; money, wealth, charisma. The Hunk was going down. No more Sexiest Man Alive to worry about. I followed the usual disinformation on television, and scoured the internet, which was then in its raw, Wild West stage, for credible information. Real investigative reporting. John T. Quinn, John Hankey, Anthony Hilder, and John DiNardo led the way in this area. They did the best they could with limited resources.

Scott Myers, a one time regular contributor to the old JFK assassination internet forums, was kind enough to send me a four hour VHS tape of live coverage he’d recorded from WCVB-TV. This unedited footage was a gold mine. The phone call JFK, Jr. had reportedly made to the FAA at 9:39 pm, notifying them all was well and that he was awaiting landing instructions, was referenced many times on this live television coverage. This call was vitally important, because 9:39 pm was the exact moment the official narrative would subsequently have his plane plunging into the ocean in a death spiral. The 9:39 pm phone call was reported by mainstream outlets like UPI and ABC News. How could they deny it occurred? When researchers later obtained videotape of the coverage, all references to the 9:39 pm phone call had been deleted.

Included in this explosive live coverage was an interview with Coast Guard Petty Officer Todd Burgun, by anchor Susan Wornick. I tried emailing Wornick multiple times about this, but she never responded. In 2012, the Kennedy Library would give her the RFK Award for “protecting children.” It is not known exactly how Wornick protected children, or which children she protected. The Kennedy Library has an unfortunate habit of giving out prestigious awards to their enemies. I guess it’s like Trump’s 4D affection for Never Trumpers. Warren Commission member Gerald Ford actually received the Profile in Courage Award in 2001. In 2014, crime boss George H.W. Bush got the Profile in Courage Award. For breaking his “read my lips, no new taxes” vow. So they have a history of giving awards to the uncourageous and corrupt.

Researcher Chris Graves and I had tried for years to track down the elusive Todd Burgun. I assumed he’d been silenced in some way, like so many others. To my amazement, we found his email, and he actually answered me. This little email exchange is one of the real gems in my upcoming book American Memory Hole: How the Court Historians Promote Disinformation. I hope you understand that I’m not going to provide a spoiler. Suffice to say that our conversation was eye-opening. I was also able to exchange text messages with Steven Lagudi, a New York airport employee who’d claimed to be “haunted” by an “increasingly anxious and frustrated” voice he thought might have been JFK, Jr.’s that night, trying to contact someone at Martha’s Vineyard airport. Again, no spoilers. And again, the exchange was eye-opening.

Steve Sbraccia was a reporter for WCVB-TV in 1999. Off on the day JFK, Jr.’s plane went down, he still stopped and walked along the beach, looking for information. He is the only known person to have seen and questioned the enigmatic reporter for the Martha’s Vineyard Gazette, who claimed to have seen an explosion in the sky at the right location, and the right time, to correspond to Kennedy’s plane. Readers can find out more about my efforts to find this unidentified reporter, in my book Hidden History. In that book, I conducted the first in depth independent investigation of the death of JFK, Jr. Sbraccia had volunteered to me initially that “something didn’t seem quite right” about the JFK, Jr. crash, and stated he’d “swear in court” regarding the still unidentified Gazette reporter. He appears to have lost interest in the case.

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During my initial research into this case, I talked with JFK, Jr.’s high school girlfriend, as well as a member of his adult inner circle who was very adamant about not being identified. Both of them described how he was thoroughly obsessed with his father’s assassination, and had a quest to expose the truth about it. Reporter Wayne Madsen told me he was scheduled to be interviewed by JFK, Jr. for a position at George magazine. His first assignment- the JFK assassination. JFK, Jr. was literally reading the same books I was, at the same time. We could have been close chums. He could have joined me in Mark Lane’s Citizens Committee of Inquiry. Imagine me hanging out with the World’s Sexiest Man. Something like that is bound to increase your own appeal to the fairer sex. There I am using antiquated, verboten terms again. Women aren’t fairer! Click your heels three times, and listen closely to The Kinks song Lola.

I can’t get into all the details of why the official narrative in the JFK, Jr. death is so false. Fake news, as the recently nearly assassinated Donald Trump would say. In Hidden History, you can read the email I received from the guy who was tasked to write the official FAA report on weather conditions that night, Edward Meyer. Guess what? It wasn’t “hazy.” JFK, Jr. was not “reckless” in flying in “those conditions.” As the preeminent expert on the subject concluded, flying conditions were normal, even good. Meyer was still mad at the media for its promotion of the “hazy” and “reckless” lie. But he had no more chance of appearing on a television show to expound on this than I did. The Big Lie marches on. Both history and current events are written by the victors. So JFK, Jr. was “reckless.” Another entry in the Kennedy Curse. He might have been drinking. He had an injured foot. He probably deserved it.

If Kennedy was even aware of a conspiracy-friendly reporter like Wayne Madsen, that should tell you something about how “awake” he was politically. He showed up at the 1999 White House Correspondents Dinner, only a few months before his death, with his date for the evening, Hustler publisher Larry Flynt. Now Flynt had published the nude photos of his mother, Jacqueline, so you’d think JFK, Jr. might hold a grudge against him. But they had a common interest. Flynt was involved enough in JFK assassination research to have offered a million dollar reward for the real killers of John F. Kennedy. I’m sure that wasn’t the reason they hooked up. Maybe JFK, Jr. really enjoyed the most objectionable kind of pornography. Hustler, after all, used to publish photos of “The Turd of the Month.” No other magazine could boast that.

It is beyond any doubt that JFK, Jr. was about to launch his political career. Keep in mind that he was only thirty eight years old at the time his plane went down, at the exact minute he didn’t place that widely reported calm call to the FAA, awaiting landing instructions, which the coast guard assigned a petty officer to discuss with the press. The exact minute that lawyer Victor Pribanic, who never replied to me when I was writing Hidden History, heard an explosion in the sky in that location. The exact minute a still unidentified guest at the upcoming wedding of Rory Kennedy, referenced by Fox News reporter Shepard Smith, heard or saw the same explosion as Pribanic, and the deeply vanished Martha’s Vineyard Gazette reporter. All “mistaken” in the exact same way, as happened with so many regarding the JFK assassination.

In American Memory Hole, I analyze excerpts from RFK, Jr.’s diary, which was leaked to the New York Post by his ex-wife, and published a year after she was found hanging in a barn. Luridly called his “sex diary,” it contains other more fascinating information. To put it bluntly, the Kennedy family, in 1999, was as dysfunctional as any other in America. There are unexplainable references to a burial for JFK, Jr. and the Bessette sisters, both in RFK, Jr.’s diary and forgotten stories in the press. Yet we know that they were strangely cremated, with their ashes scattered at sea. After what even the mainstream media called an inadequate, incomplete autopsy. Catholics don’t usually get cremated. I haven’t heard of any other Kennedys opting for cremation. There were reports he had a plot at Arlington National Cemetery waiting for him.

To his great discredit, Ted Kennedy oversaw much of the coverup of his nephew’s death. You’d think he would be tired of remaining silent in the face of all those loved ones who comprise the Kennedy Body Count. They figuratively assassinated his own presidential chances at Chappaquiddick. He was never in that car. Which took place, oddly enough, at the same time of year as JFK, Jr.’s death would. And Chappaquiddick also happened the night they told us that we landed on the moon for the first time. If they lied about perhaps the most historic event in the history of mankind (I know, I know- nonbinarykind), then why wouldn’t they lie about a car accident involving a young woman and another cursed and reckless Kennedy?

Just imagine if Wayne Madsen had launched that investigation, with the power of JFK’s son’s name behind it. Picture the impact of a close Kennedy family member finally breaking their incomprehensible silence and stating the obvious; that the official lone nut theory of his father’s death was absolute nonsense. And JFK, Jr. might have been doing so from the floor of the United States Senate. He was considered a shoo-in, and his candidacy was more than a rumor. Fortunately for the Deep State, once JFK’s son was conveniently out of the way, the path was cleared for the Queen of Corruption, the beloved Hillary Clinton. But JFK, Jr. wasn’t a mere victim of the extensive Clinton Body Count. He was eliminated by the same powerful forces who killed his father.

I can’t prove it, but I personally believe that the increasing friction between JFK, Jr. and his sister Caroline revolved around his long, intense interest in their father’s assassination. Although they engineered her out of a Senate seat herself, Caroline is little threat to say or do anything that hints at the truth about JFK’s death. But they don’t take any chances. She is his daughter. Caroline adopted the ridiculous posture of Jackie- don’t see, hear, or speak anything about the subject. Even at sixty six years old, we are supposed to believe that it’s still too painful for her to discuss the death of her father, which happened when she was six. Hell, Thomas Massie was moderating a Third Party presidential debate last week. He just lost his wife. Under very questionable circumstances, as I noted in a recent Substack. I did find that curious.

If I ever get to talk with RFK, Jr., I will definitely want to bring up his cousin’s death. Maybe they didn’t like each other. RFK’s large brood was known to be a wild and rambunctious bunch. One thing Jackie did very well was raise her kids properly. She purposefully limited their interaction with RFK’s children. Unlike several of RFK’s youngsters, John Jr. kept his nose clean. The most controversial thing they could find on him was the fact it took him three times to pass the bar exam. Who can forget the immortal headline, “The Hunk Flunks?” There are no negative personal anecdotes about him, unless you count the time Daryl Hannah’s dog got loose when he was walking it, and was run over by a car. Obviously that was an accident. And he never roughed up Daryl, as meek, mild-mannered Jackson Browne was accused of.

Like his father, JFK, Jr. was said to be an extremely kind and gracious man, by all who encountered him. I like to picture us trading minutiae about his father’s assassination. They couldn’t have written an article about him like the one which appeared recently in Vanity Fair, about his cousin RFK, Jr. RFK, Jr., if we are to believe this story, once touched the leg of the twenty three year old babysitter of his children. Somebody should tell the writer about a politician showering with his daughter, or sniffing the hair of little girls. RFK, Jr. apparently slept with lots of women, in the customary manner of wealthy men, particularly wealthy Kennedy men. Yes, JFK, Jr. slept with lots of females, too. How could the Sexiest Man Alive not do that? You have to defend that title, although it’s hard to forgive him for sleeping with Madonna. Ugh.

JFK, Jr. would have made a magnificent presidential candidate. Untold numbers of women would have voted for him on his looks alone, just as their mothers and grandmothers voted for his handsome father. I have no idea what his politics were other than the fact that he was as obsessed with the JFK assassination as I was, as a mere non-sexiest man alive and non-Kennedy. But I was a Kennedy fan boy. If they were threatened by a frightened milquetoast like Caroline, because of her bloodlines, what would they have thought of a John F. Kennedy, Jr. presidency? We’ll never know, of course, just as we’ll never know what a second term for JFK would have been like. How different the 1960s would have been. There wouldn’t have been an antiwar movement without a war to oppose.

We all remember the iconic photo of little John-John, saluting his father during the elaborate funeral procession. We called our son John-John when he was little, for obvious reasons. I think JFK, Jr. would have made a great president. How could he have been worse than what came before him- Clinton, or what came after him- Dubya and Obama? Who knows- maybe he would have offered me a job at George magazine, too. I could have covered the RFK assassination. He must have been interested in that as well. I just wanted to mention the anniversary of his death here, because all you’ll get in the mainstream, and even most of the alternative media, are at best syrupy tributes to another victim of a curse. At worst, he’ll be further defamed in death as reckless and irresponsible. And no, he didn’t fake his death. He isn’t Trump supporter Vince Fusca. He was a good man, who was killed by evil, powerful forces.