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#1 Charles Drago

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Posted 03 March 2016 - 08:24 AM

As Rod Serling would introduce this thread:

 

Submitted for your approval ...

 

From a charming website called "Manson Direct" ( www.mansondirect.com ) comes this revelatory (at least for me) tale of how the paths of Lee Harvey Oswald and Sirhan Bishara Sirhan crossed (at different times, alas) that of Truman Capote.

 

Here are excerpts from Capote's alleged jailhouse interview with Charlie Manson's very own Boby Beausoleil:

 

http://www.mansondirect.com/bobby.html

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RB:  So what’ve you been up to today?

 

TC: Just around. Had a little talk with Sirhan.

 

RB (laughs): Sirhan B. Sirhan. I knew him when they had me up on the Row. He’s a sick guy. He don’t belong here. He ought to be in Atascadero. Want some gum?

 

.........

 

TC: So, did Sirhan beef about being kept in Special Security? 

 

RB: Sort of. He’s lonesome. He wants to mix with the other prisoners, join the general population ... He don’t know what’s good for him. Outside, some­body’d snuff him for sure.

 

TC: Why?

 

RB: For the same reason he snuffed Kennedy. Recognition. Half the people who snuff people, that’s what they want: recognition. Get their picture in the paper.

 

.........

 

TC: I was thinking. I know Sirhan, and I knew Robert Ken­nedy. I knew Lee Harvey Oswald, and I knew Jack Kennedy. The odds against that-one person knowing all four of those men-must be astounding.

 

RB: Oswald? You knew Oswald? Really?

 

TC: I met him in Moscow just after he defected. One night I was having dinner with a friend, an Italian newspaper cor­respondent, and when he came by to pick me up he asked me if I’d mind going with him first to talk to a young American defector, one Lee Harvey Oswald. Oswald was staying at the Metropole, an old Czarist hotel just off Kremlin Square. The Metropole has a big gloomy loRB y full of shadows and dead palm trees. And there he was, sitting in the dark under a dead palm tree. Thin and pale, thin-lipped, starved-looking. He was wearing chinos and tennis shoes and a lumberjack shirt. And right away he was angry-he was grinding his teeth, and his eyes were jumping every which way. He was boiling over about everything: the American ambassador; the Russians-he was mad at them because they wouldn’t let him stay in Moscow. We talked to him for about half an hour, and my Italian friend didn’t think the guy was worth filing a story about. Just another paranoid hysteric; the Moscow woods were rampant with those. I never thought about him again, not until many years later. Not until after the assassina­tion when I saw his picture flashed on television.

 

RB: Does that make you the only one that knew both of them, Oswald and Kennedy?

 

TC: No. There was an American girl, Priscilla Johnson. She worked for U.P. in Moscow. She knew Kennedy, and she met Oswald around the same time I did. But I can tell you some­thing else almost as curious. About some of those people your friends murdered.

 

RB: (Silence)

 

TC: I knew them. At least, out of the five people killed in the Tate house that night, I knew four of them. I’d met Sharon Tate at the Cannes Film Festival. Jay Sebring cut my hair a couple of times. I’d had lunch once in San Francisco with Abigail Folger and her boyfriend, Frykowski. In other words, I’d known them independently of each other. And yet one night there they were, all gathered together in the same house waiting for your friends to arrive. Quite a coincidence.

 

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And there you were, thinking that I was referring to Bobby Kennedy and Harry Truman!

 

 

 

 

 


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