Thursday, September 06, 2007

True Ott and the Gemstone File #5

This is from his online manuscript titled Free at Last available in PDF format. Download entire book in PDF format. Most of the book, which I have not read seems to be about Mormonism.

The “Las Vegas” Files are Examined

In 1995, I was going through my safe and file cabinets, and came across the sealed, manila envelope that had been placed in my trust by my financial planning client a decade earlier. I had completely forgotten about it. I called his home to see what he wanted me to do with it. His wife informed me that Mr. C. had suffered a stroke a year earlier, and was confined to a nursing home. He was in his 70’s now, and was not doing very well. In short, she didn’t know anything about the “file” and suggested that I could just dispose of it.


I tossed it into the trash bin, but then thought that I should at least see what all the fuss was about. In many ways, I wish I had never opened it. It was a true “Pandora’s Box”, and I was shocked to read its contents. It was “file #5” of a group of 7 files called the “Gemstone” files. I don’t know what the other six files contained, but this one was a literal ball-buster. It was the FULL STORY of the CIA-planned and executed contract “hit” of John Fitzgerald Kennedy, president of the United States. It was full of very complete specifics, including such things as photostats of cancelled checks, travel vouchers, orders on CIA letterhead, personnel “lists” of participants, disposition of witnesses and evidence, etc. The problem was, I recognized the names of many of the key men who participated in the assassination, as well as the massive cover-up that followed.

These were not all Jewish organized crime bosses, some were men linked to my LDS church authorities and some were nationally prominent politicians in my beloved Republican Party! The file was extremely damning towards George HW Bush, who in 1963 was the CIA head in Dallas. The obvious involvement of the FBI and Dallas PD, and their subsequent squelching of information as outlined in the file made me physically sick. There was no person in Federal Law Enforcement that I could trust with this information, that is, IF IT WAS INDEED LEGITIMATE! At first, I refused to believe it could be legitimate at all. My paradigm of perception refused to believe it could possibly be factual.


However, I could not understand WHY my “client” would have such a file, and WHY would he want it sent to Beverly Hills CA, as well as a notice sent to Hank Greenspan ofthe Las Vegas Sun newspaper, if my client happened to “die suspiciously?” Like I said, it was a definite “pandora’s box”, one that I soon realized was too big forme. I kept thinking I ought to shred its contents, but I couldn’t bring myself to do so.

The File Goes Home to John John.

During the summer of 1998, I was involved in actively protesting the expansion of Circle 4 Farm’s gigantic hog factory farm into Iron County. My grass-roots citizen’s organization CRSA (Citizens for Responsible and Sustainable Agriculture) had received a bit of national notoriety, with a number of AP wire stories circulating the nation. One such story caught the eye of a publication called George Magazine. The editor and staff contacted me and scheduled an appointment to meet and review my story.

The editor of George Magazine flew into Cedar City in his private jet to meet me, and shoot a photo spread. We spent the entire day, a Saturday, together.

At the end of the day, at a local steak house, we sat down for a concluding meal. Over salad, I had to confess to the editor that I had never even heard of, much less read a copy of George Magazine until he had called me. He reached into his briefcase and produced a copy. Looking at it, I was surprised to see that it was owned and founded by John Kennedy Jr.

I asked him about “John, and his politics.” I was told that John was a real “champion of the under-dog” and that was why they were producing the story on CRSA and me.

I commented: “I believe that my image of John is like most Americans. The enduring image of little ‘John-John’ courageously stepping forward and giving his best salute as the caisson carrying his father’s body slowly rolled by. Tell me, does John accept the ‘official Warren Commission’account of the assassination, or does he think there was more to it? At this late date, does it even matter?”

The editor nodded and said: “Of course he doesn’t accept the Warren Commission, but there is not a lot he, or anyone else can do about it! And I guarantee you, it DOES INDEED matter, at least to him. It is one of his major goals in life to find out the Truth!”

I replied: “Has he ever heard of something called the ‘Gemstone Files’?”

With that, the air became electrified. The editor laid down his salad fork and said: “What do YOU know about the ‘Gemstone’?”

“Oh, it just might be that I have a copy of file # 5. Does that interest you?” I casually volunteered.

“You can’t be serious! Are you serious? Don’t kid about something like that! Where did you get it?” he almost screamed.

The dinner was immediately over, even though our steaks were just coming in from the kitchen. We had them placed into containers to take with us. The editor had to SEE the infamous Gemstone immediately. He couldn’t wait until the meal was finished.

It was late on a Saturday night in Cedar City, Utah. I handed him the file, and he offered to compensate me for it. I refused. I asked him only one thing in return; if the information proved out to be genuine, that I needed to know. I just wanted justice to be served, and the guilty parties prosecuted.

I was awakened the next morning at 5:00. John’s editor explained that he had been up all night reading the file. He had called John directly, and he was told to fly it immediately back to John. John had again offered to compensate me up to $10,000 for the lead. He felt it was that good. I politely refused, and gently
reminded him of my earlier request. I just wanted to know if the information was genuine. To me, that would be payment enough.

The rest of 1998 went by quickly. The national political stage was being set. It looked like George W. Bush was seeking to secure the nomination to run against Al Gore.

On the 5th of July, 1999, my home phone rang. Joan answered it and said:

“True, it’s for you.” As I answered it, a very polite masculine voice on the other end said: “Hello, True Ott, do you have a moment to speak? This is John Kennedy calling!”

I immediately asked him to hold while I went to the privacy of my home office to take his call. After a few minutes of small talk, he told me: “Well, I understand that you want to know what I think of your file. I want you to know that I have spent over six figures in private investigators to verify its contents. I can say to you without hesitation that its contents are indeed factual. As a matter of fact, because of this file, a federal grand jury will be convening within the next few weeks. It is my opinion, as well as my attorneys, that this federal grand jury will pass down an indictment against George Herbert Walker Bush for conspiracy to commit murder against my father, and will also indict others as the evidence unfolds. If George W. thinks he can run for dogcatcher after this grand jury convenes and his father indicted, he is sorely mistaken.”

I was thrilled, yet deeply saddened by John’s disclosures to me. I asked him how he felt about what he was about to do. Did he understand that it would shake American politics, especially the Republican Party to its very foundation?

He replied: “Yes, I do realize the gravity of the story and my accusations, but the guilty must be brought to justice.”

I pressed: “But Mr. Kennedy, how do YOU feel?”

The phone went silent for a minute or two. Then John replied: “I feel like a mighty weight has been lifted from my shoulders. For the first time in my life, I feel empowered. I feel my Father’s spirit beside me on this, and finally, I can exorcise a few demons from my life.”

He was definitely emotional, and very close to tears. I knew that I was. I was a part of American history. I had helped a brother’s search for truth.

I warned him to be careful, that such actions were potentially very dangerous. He agreed, and said that he was “taking every precaution.”

Then, in a quiet voice, he asked me for my banking information. He wished to wire $50K to my account. I told him thanks, but no thanks. “Give it to charity,” I said, “I don’t think it right to accept money for such terrible information. I am totally satisfied knowing that the file went to the very person that needed it the very most! Above all, John, please BE CAREFUL!”

John Kennedy Jr. thanked me profusely, and said that he wished there were more people in America like True Ott. He said that some day, he would somehow return the favor. I liked that. It was good to have made a friend such as John Kennedy.

A little over two weeks later, on July 16, 1999, John Kennedy Jr., along with his wife and her sister, were killed in a plane crash en route to Hyannisport for a family wedding. My new friend was gone, and the guilty involved in BOTH murders have still not been punished. I know the truth, however. There is no doubt whatsoever, why John was killed. It was NOT an accident!

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