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Newspaper articles from that time period in the days that followed my release from custody at Biscailuz Center on April 13th 1971.
The timing of CIA Director Helms' unprecented press announcement on April 14th the day after my release is interesting, if not revelaing in that one of my mentors at Biscailuz was a CIA agent in on a DUI and another mentor was a purser for Western Airlines.

I can't help but conclude that the bizarre nose dive crash of the Western Airlines 720 jetliner on March 31st 1971, attributed to the deaths of 4 senior Western Airlines pilots and a fifth person the next day, during that time I was a dormate and with the CIA agent and the Western Airlines purser at Biscailuz, may have had something to do with CIA Director Helms 'Rare Speech' the day after my release from Biscailuz Center.during th

During the April 15th 1971 Police Science Class tour of the L.A. Sheriffs Academy with L.A. Det. Sgt. Ostman and about a dozen or so of my fellow student classmates from Gladstone High that remained out a an original number of around 25, I was paraded around in front of a dozen or more of the inmate-trustees who I was incarecerated with up until only two days before, there at the Officer's Dining Room and later thereat the pistol firing range.

As I told some of the inmate-trustees about my Police Science Class at Citrus College, some of the guys knew I was being set-up to look like a snitch, others looked at me with surprise, wonder and suspicion, as I was one of them only two days before.

Thank God for the last part of the tour, as this was located therein a small house on the Academy grounds where a C.S.I. specialist, the guy in the photo with asterick, identified here as Jack Moffett gave our Police Science Class a lttle tour of his workshop, along with some detailed accounts of the cases he had worked on.

Moffett explained some of the proceedures and techniques he used to help solve crimes. It was as fascinatining as it was thoroughly enjoyable in a grim sort of detective story way.

In the following weeks after the tour of the L.A. Sheriff's Academy on April 15th 1971 only two days after my release from Biscailuz Center on April 13th, our avuncular like class instructor L.A. Det. Sgt. 'Al' Ostman took our police science class on tours to the L.A. County Men's jail where I was also an inmate at for about a week in March '71, and later our class toured the Sybil Brand Women's Jail, the West Covina City Jail, the L.A. Sheriffs San Dimas Station near Covina, and also some local fire stations as well.

I was surprised when I attended a Thursday session of our police science class, to see Ostman there behind his desk chatting with another student and he told us that this was to be the last day of class and all I and the other students had to do was to check in and leave.

It was May 25th 1971, and I marked the date well as it meant the end of my association with the Gladstone/Azusa Unified School District
and 13 years of compulsory education which at times seemed like a jail to me, although it had it better times as well.

Little did I know then then and there in that classroom at Citrus College in May '71 that it would be 8 years later and 800 miles away that I was to inadvertantly discover the avuncular L.A. Sheriffs Det. Sgt. therein disguise at the Portland Hilton where I then worked on March 22nd 1979, wearing an OTIS elevator repairman's uniform and tool pouch. -- His paranoia was so great that he was about ready to attack me, when the floor chime rang and the elevator doors opened to my floor and a hotel corridor full of my co-workers returning from break.

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The CIA, other intel orgs and Federal police agencies started training local cops in most all of the major U.S. cities in 1970. This was followed by the proliferation of computers in patrol cars, all linked to U.S. intel, Federal police and U.S. military data bases in 1971, all of which marked the end of actual local law enforcement in the U.S. all under the watchfull electronic eyes and ears of the National Security Agency with a budget many times larger than that of the CIA.

The Nixon administration's creation of the drug intel agency in 1971 that later became the DEA, it made sure that heroin from the 'Golden Triangle' ( Vietnam, Burma and Thailand) flooded all the major U.S. cities and that revenues, bribes and kick backs were collected and distributed accordingly. Donald Nixon, the President's nephew reportedly had his own rather lucrative drug cartel of his own.

In the meanwhile the local cops and sheriffs went after 'pot' smokers, LSD and psychedelic users and anti-Vietnam War protesters and liberals in bell bottom pants espousing libneral views. -- The Vietnam War wasn't really a war as the U.S. never actually declared war on the former French colony then gripped in a civil war, with the U.S. and Western powers backing the South Vietnamese and the Soviet, Red Chinese and other communist backing the North Vietnamese.

Weapons, munitions, armaments makers, military aircraft manufacturers and drug cartels were the real winners of the Vietnam War, an undeclared war with no true clear objectives except perpetuate the bloody and sorry mess that it was and rake in the bloody profits. ,manu

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Photo from the New York Times May 1971

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I found the Tate and the La Bianca torture group murders particularly disturbing whereas I ran away from home in Covina in August 1968 and some friends of mine from Covina his me out in a garage at their grandmother's apartment house in Santa Monica. -- I was eventually discovered by grandma and was later caught sleeping at what was then a park located on Main St. near Pico when the Santa Monica cops arrested me and released me to my Mother's custody.

It was only some weeks later in September '68 that I found out the my friend's grandma had been brutally raped and beat to death with a car jack there in the very same unattached apartment garage where I hid out only weeks before, They described the crime scene to me as having blood, flesh and bits of hairs splattered all over the garage having been told about it by their father, the murder victim's son.

Incredibly or not, no one heard or saw anything of the rape and murder that was similar in some respects to the Tate-La Bianca torture-murders the following year.

Their Dad started investigating the rape-murder of his mother and complained to the Santa Monica cops about their failure to investigate the murder further. -- Their Dad suddenly turned up dead, purportedly as the result of a heart attack in about November '68 as I recall. The L.A. County Recorder's office has no records of these two deaths whatsoever. The existence of these two people has been virtually erased as if these two people were non-persons that never existed in some totalitarian Orwellian like police state.

Grandma played a big part in my life as she encouraged her grandson, my friend to take a Drama Class and he in turn persuaded me to sign up with him. -- Our instrcutor there at Gladstone High was Mr. Caskey who taught me some Shakespeare, some acting and a bit of improv which I seemed to have had a knack for.

Caskey was 'busted' that following summer of '69 on a charge of having sex with a minor under 18. The acting and improv skills that I learned in Caskey's Drama Class were to prove invaluable to me there in the following 10 years to come, what with all the murder, mayhem, subterfuge and conspiracy that was to plague me on up to March of 1979 when the shit hit the turbine fans of the Western Airlines DC-10 that flew me out of Portland on March 30th and into LAX Los Angeles on March 31st 1979.