PROSPECT left compound (7/13/67), told BR he was driving to Canada would call reestablish contact. PROSPECT called 7/17/67 gave BR phone # in Montreal.
Summation:
BR characterizes the PROSPECT as moody, acquiescent, limitedly self-sufficient and cunning, socially clumsy, easily led by stronger personalities and easily manipulated on the level of his political beliefs. His frequently stated desire to "kill niggers" and his "bounty" fixation are encouraging and serve to underline the possibility that he may require minimal sheep-dipping. The PROSPECT may be willing to shoot himself and we may be able to manipulate him into and/or control the context he shoots in.
I think he's the one. Let me know if you agree.
To digress:
I had a long conversation with Mr. Hoover yesterday. I expressed concern about the degree to which his anti-King incursions had already become public knowledge. I mentioned his statements about King, the SCLC's bug and wiretap accusations and reports on the letter which was sent to King and urged him to commit suicide, which has been detailed in several left-wing periodicals. I told him that to further protect the WHITE-HATE and anti-King arms of OPERATION BLACK RABBIT and any escalations that might arise from them, a cosmeticized, largely downscaled anti-King file should be created and stored in the FBI Archives, where it would remain and stand ready for scrutiny in the event of congressional subpoena or subpoena for civil lawsuit.
Mr. Hoover understood that this mock-file would serve to obfuscate the rowdier aspects of OBR, protect Bureau prestige and buttress the validity of his earlier, less vindictive digs at King and the SCLC. He charged me to create file entries, combine them with file entries pertaining to events within public knowledge and whip them into an overall package.
I will undertake and accomplish this over the next several months. This mock-file will, of course, serve to obfuscate our independent escalations. I'm code-naming the file OPERATION ZORRO, a reference to the fictional do-gooder with the black mask.
I'm open to suggestions per the mock-file entries. Let me know if you have any. I would strongly advise you to burn all your OPERATION BLACK RABBIT memoranda at this time, along with this memo.
_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 8/14/67. Pouch communiquй. To: BLUE RABBIT. From: FATHER RABBIT. Marked: "Eyes Only"/"Read and Burn."
BLUE,
Per PROSPECT: I enthusiastically endorse. Has he contacted BR from his Montreal location? If so, have Otash establish contact.
Per OPERATION ZORRO: I endorse the concept and laud your farsightedness. I'll burn my BLACK RABBIT paperwork.
I'm assuming there's no word on Wendell Durfee. Can you have your people step up their search?
_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 8/16/67. Pouch communiquй. To: FATHER RABBIT. From: BLUE B.ABBIT. Marked: "EYES ONLY"/"READ AND BURN."
The PROSPECT contacted BR. Otash contacted the PROSPECT in Montreal advises: He will sever contact until he successfully suborns or recruits.
Per Wendell Durfee: My people are still looking. They've brought in three more men.
_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 8/22/67. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confidential" / "Stage-1 Covert" / "Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Card room/Fritzie's Heidelberg Restaurant/Milwaukee/listening-post-accessed. Speaking: Unidentified males #1, #2 #3, presumed organized-crime associates. (Conversation 5.6 minutes in progress.)
UM #1: (And) he will rue the day he comes here and agitates, because the day he marches in the Saint-Whoever Parade is the day all the white folks put their goddamn internecine and intramural differences aside and unite.
UM #2: They think they're white. That's what kills me.
UM #3: I saw a nigger march in the St. Patrick's Parade. He had this sign that said, "Kiss Me, I'm Irish."
UM #2: King puts them up to it. They get a toe in our world, then a foot, then an ankle.
UM #1: It's their peckers I'm worried about. Most of them bucks got ones the size of a bratwurst.
UM #2: I was talking to Phil. You know him? "Phil the Pill." He runs semis out of St. Louis.
UM #3: I know him. Phil the Pill. He eats co-pilots like they're popcorn.
UM #2: Phil says there's a contract out. You know, a bounty. Like Steve McQueen in "Wanted Dead or Alive."
UM #1: I heard that story. You clip that nigger, you make 50 grand. It's a story I don't believe for one second.
UM #3: That's right. Some cracker clips King, he comes to the Grapevine and says, "Pay me." Everybody says, "Why? It was just a fucking rumor, and the nigger's dead, anyway."
(Non-applicable conversation follows.)
_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 9/1/67. Listening-post report. Marked: "Confidential" / "Stage-1 Covert" / "Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Suite 301/El Encanto Hotel/Santa Barbara/listeningpost-accessed.
Sirs,
As per the last 9 monitoring periods (4/2/67 to date), Subject RFK was not in residence at the target location. Subject RFK rents the suite on a yearly basis it remains empty during his absences. The (voice-activated) mounts have thus far picked up only the non-applicable conversations of El Encanto caretakers other employees. Per orders, the listening post will continue to be manned full-time.
Respectfully,
SA C. W. Brundage
_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 9/9/67. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confidential" / "Stage-1 Covert" / "Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.
Location: Banquet room/Sal's Trattoria Restaurant/New York City/listening-post-accessed. Speaking: Robert "Fat Bob" Paolucci Carmine Paolucci, organized-crime associates. (Conversation 31.8 minutes in progress.)
RP: You are seeing the fall of civilization as we know it.
CP: It's just a phase. It's like the Twist and the Hula Hoop. Right now, the shvoogs want their civil rights, so they burn a few buildings and make some woop-dee-doo. You want to stop all this riot bullshit? Give every shvoog in the country an air-conditioner and some Thunderbird Wine and let them ride out the heat in style.
RP: It's more than the heat that gets them agitated. It's that King and his soul brother Bobby Kennedy. They get them seeing things that ain't there. They give them an excuse that they can pin their shitty fucking lives on, like "the white man fucked you, so what's his is yours." You get ten million fucking people thinking like that, and maybe one in ten acts, so you got a million angry niggers out for white scalps like fucking Cochise and Pocahontas.
CP: Yeah. I see what you mean.
RP: Someone should clip King and Bobby. You would save a million white lives, minimum.
CP: I dig you. You save lives in the long run.
RP: You clip those cocksuckers. You do it and save the world as we know it.
(Non-applicable conversation follows.)
_DOCUMENT INSERT_: 9/16/67. Bug-extract transcript. Marked: "Confidential"/"Stage-1 Covert"/"Eyes Only": Director, SA D. C. Holly.