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The Bizarre Circumstances, Events And Convoluted Deadly Details Prior To, During And After Of 'Spud' Helberg's Murder In July 1971 --- The Police Cover Up That Immediately Followed

The Reputed L.A. Sheriff's 'Snitch' Led The Assailants Only Minutes After My Departure From 'Spud's Place --- The Massive 'Cover Up' And 'Spud's Death At Intercommunity Suggest FBI Drugging & Interrogation, Prior His Murder There To Silence Him --- The Party Crasher Assailants Take 'The Fall' For 'Spud's Death As Media 'Shills' Key To The Cover Up

J.T. Westbrook 12_17_15 Top Left Just Right: Article from page 3 of the July 9th 1971 edition of the 'San Gabriel Valley Daily Tribune', captioned: 'Singer Buried In Paris' there in reference to the death of 'Doors' lead singer and poet-lyricist Jim Morrison in Paris July 3rd and funeral there later that week. July 9th was the date of the big party, with beer kegs, liqour, wine, girls and drugs at the Helberg Brother's rented house on Badillo Street just across from Covina Park, I was only there about 5 minutes or so before I was greeted by 'Spud' Helberg who I my classmate the year before from late 1969 through June of 1970.

'Spud' Helberg's July 1971 Murder

It was Friday night, July 9th when I went to a friend's house or rather his mother's place, a kind of hang for me and my friends in Covina, that's located on the street on which I grew up on (Photo Left Side) and it was there that I got news of a party being held at a house across from Covina Park, a house that the Helberg brothers, 'Sarge', Blair and 'Spud' had rented and was then located at the corner of 4th Avenue and Badillo Street.

The place was demolished sometime after December 1987 when I last saw it during a visit to Covina to see some friends of mine on business. Having caught a ride from some friends, I arrived at the Helberg's rented house in Covina sometime after 8:00 PM and walked over to the side entrance of the house facing Second Avenue, just across the street from Covina Park to the west, where there were a couple of dozen kids about my age and older hanging around outside near the door that led inside the funky old two-story house, with clapboard siding that needed paint.

As the old house was prominently situated thereat the corner of Badillo Street and Second Avenue in Covina, I must have seen the place more than a hundred times or more, but never really noticed it as a kid growing up in Covina from 1957 on up to the then present date in time in July '71. --- Although I probably never noticed it, I must have passed by and seen this same house directly across 4th Avenue from Covina Park during our family picnics at in late 1950's and early 60's and the 'LOVE IN' held there during the 'Summer of Love' in 1967.

I must have passed this house on Badillo numerous times on my way to the Covina Theatre, first as kid on my way to watch Saturday Matinees, on up through my pre-adolescent days and teenage years to watch the double features there all through the 1960's with family and freinds at first, and later by myself as I was an avid movie goer growing up.

The scene at the 'beat looking' old two story house at the corner of Badillo and 4th in Covina that the Helberg Brothers rented some months prior to the night of the party there on July 9th 1971, was a fairly typical one seen at parties in those days, with teens and young people with beers and drinks spilling out into the backyard, rock music blarring, and the smell of 'pot' and tobacco hanging thick in the air.
I entered into the backyard of the Helberg Brothers rented house from 4th Avenue and made my way to the jammed packed pantry that led into kitchen in that old two story house.

Through the layers of smoke and boisterous revellry of the partiers there packed wall-to-wall, I could see beer flowing from a keg in the kitchen, bottles and joints being passed around and people talking with each other, in small groups and circles of various sizes though I really couldn't hear a word anyone was saying over the loud rock music, except spontaneous outbursts of laughter and interrmitent yells . After squeezing my way over to a keg in a corner of the kitchen for a plastic cup full of draft beer, I turned towards the livingroom to to start off my night in search of a good time, smoking 'weed', drinking beer and maybe meet a girl there that wanted to fuck, or maybe one there I did and already knew.

Having attended a number of elementary schools, Center Intermediate in Azusa and two High Schools in Covina, Summer Classes at Azusa High and scores of parties since the mid 1960's by July 9th 1971 I saw plenty of familiar faces there. As I had just graduated from Gladstone High School only the month before in June '71 against overwhelming odds, I was jubilent and decided that this was to be my Graduation Party and was looking forward to getting high on 'pot' and drinking some beer as well.

I had just made it to the opening that led from the kitchen to a hallway from which I could see the stairs that led to the second floor up close on my left, and the remainder of the grid-locked corridor that led to the livingroom that was also noisey, smokey, and packed full of people, when I suddenly came face to face with 'Spud' Helberg who was also jammed there in the kitchen, along with a girl I had known from Center Intermediate-school some years before in 1965 through '66. 'Spud' and I looked at each other and laughed a bit, before and we said hello as friends and acquaintances do sometimes.

'Spud' and I hadn't one and other since Sierra Vista continuation school in Azusa at the end of the semester in early June of 1970. Before 'Spud' could introduce me to the girl he was with, I said hello.
Her name was Niki, and I told 'Spud' that we were old friends. I hadn't recalled having seen Niki since May of '67 when I was in the eighth grade at what was then Center Intermediate (middle school), and although Niki and I may have crossed paths at parties, concerts or other social functions during that time period, it's hard for me to say for certain one way or another, as I was quite a bit of a 'stoner' on until four months before when I 'kicked' my barbituate habit in March of 1971.

It was so loud there in the kitchen from the stereo blasting rock music, the commotion all around us and the house full of partiers trying to yell over all the noise that 'Spud' and I had to yell at one and other to communicate. 'Spud' looked as though he was actually glad to see me although we were only the most casual of acquaintances since I saw him last in what must have been June of 1970 , there at that continuation school in Azusa that we both I had attended at the time.

Having just graduated from Gladstone High with my class only the month before in June '71 and working I then pretty upbeat and was rather gregarious by nature as well, it seemed like a good time to renew my acquaintance with 'Spud' and tell him about some of the more rather extraordinary circumstances and events that took place in my life since I saw him last just over a year before. As I had an ounce of some pretty good 'weed' with me, I asked 'Spud' if he wanted to smoke a 'joint' to which 'Spud' was agreeable.

As it would be nearly impossible to roll a 'joint' let alone smoke one there there in the kitchen packed full of partiers, I asked 'Spud' if there was somewhere that we could do so and 'Spud' suggested that the three of us go to his bedroom upstairs where I could roll a 'joint' and smoke it there in privacy where we could also chat a bit.

We snaked our way through the crowd in the kitchen to a small dining room and on over to the stairs that led to a hall way in which there was bathroom to on left 'Spud's bedroom on the right, another next to it and another bedroom down at the end of the hall. 'Spud's bedroom door opended at one end of what was arather large room, as there was large heavy timbered double-bed made of blonde wood down at the far end of it and there was plenty of room for a small couch, some of 'Spud's personal items, 'Spud's stereo and record player, and a guitar which I seem to recall may have been a bass.He also had an old Civil War Sword laying about in there as well. The room had a window that faced west thus affording one a second floor partial view of Covina Park during the day and that of the street at night
as the result of untrimmed tree limbs off to the south side.

I was about to find all this out about an hour later when the Covina Cops came after the first of two separate raids on 'Spud's bedroom in a six hour period from about 9:00 PM on July 9th through about 3:00 AM on July 10th 1971, by the same party crashers who struck again only minutes after I left 'Spud' and Niki there alone.

 

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July 9th '71 Flashing Back To 'Lab School' In Azusa Where I Met 'Spud' In Late October '69

July 9th '71 Flashing Back To 'Lab School' In Azusa Where I Met 'Spud' In Late October '69 //////////////////////////////////

I first became acquainted with Laran 'Spud' Helberg as the result of a 'showdown' with Mr. Alf at Gladstone High sometime in mid-October of 1969 and resulted in my expulsion from Gladstone High
and subsequent enrollment at Sierra Vista Continuation High in Azusa, then commonly referred to as 'Lab School'

My so called 'showdown' with Mr. Alf consisted of mostly of shouts and verbal protest was initially instigated student named Bill while we were both 'high' on barbituates whereby I was unwise enough to join Bill in this endeavor whilst I was slightly high on barbituates.

The whole thing may have been a 'set up' as only some days before, from late September through early October '69, I was the Class 'Rep' from Mr. Khan's Civics class and it was there during this time that I attended a series of Student Council meetings at Gladstone High and presented some rather convincing, arguments regarding the arbitrary and ridiculous aspects of Gladstone High's dress code policy pertain-ing to the length and style of male students hair.

As there were other members of the Student Council who felt as I did, they rallied around the dress code issue that I had presented, and thus in turn started the 'red arm band' movement at Gladstone High a day or two later for which I was credited with starting, but was actually the brainchild of some of my supporters on the Student Council who were apparently inspired by comments made against the dress code during some Council meetings.

The 'movement' was a success whereas the majority of the seven hundred or so students then in attendance at Gladstone High in October '69 all wore 'red arm bands' in solidarity with the cause that I and my supporters in Student Council had put forth to the 'puppet regime' like leaders there contolled by Mr. Rogers, a science teacher who was always there in attendance to make sure that the 'shills' in Student Council always acted in accordance with the wishes of the school administators.

After the showdown with the administrator Mr. Alf in what must have been mid-October of 1969, the 'General Staff' like operaters at Gladstone High were more than overjoyed to send me off to what was then called a continuation high, more often than not referred to as 'lab school'. It was a place located in what was then a Mexican American/Mexican Barrio in Azusa, whereas I had become viewed thereas a serious political threat to the status quo at Gladstone High. --- This continuation high school where I was sent to in October '69 was called Sierra Vista* as I recall or something very much like it.

(* Sierra Vista Continuation High School was then in 1969-1970 located on 5th Street and ran east to Angeleno Avenue in Azusa and was bordered on it's southern perimeter by what was then a city yard that had an entrance on Angeleno -- It then occupied only a small portion of the site where Slauson Middle School is now presently located.)

In some ways the 'lab school' was surprisingly beneficial to me during my attendance there through the Spring Semester that ended in June of 1970, as some of teachers there were pretty awesome, the class sizes were much smaller and I was able to make use of the rather small library there and acquired a taste for reasearch and objectivity that were to serve me well years later.

During the time I also met 'Spud's older brother 'Sarge' at what was then the location of Memorial Park* in Azusa. 'Sarge' struck me as a rather intelligent and insightfull person who wore glasses and had sandy colored hair, the kind of guy who read books, did his own thinking but who wasn't a snob or elitest about it. 'Spud's brother Blair had blonde hair semi-long, drove a sports car and was taller than both his brothers at about 5'-11". Blair was a friendly sort of person who was a kind of individualist in his own right and a lot of girls found him appealing and he had a kind of quiet reserve about him that I liked.

(* Back then the former location of Memorial Park was bordered by 5th Street on the south, Sunset Avenue on the west and Angeleno Avenue on it's eastern perimeter --- The location of the former site of Memorial Park was also a spot where one could score 'pot', barbituates and heroin usually after school was out, mostly nights and weekends, whereby the dealers there would primarily cater to the Azusa locals and others from nearby towns back in 1969 and 1970)

The Principal at Sierra Vista was Mr. Georgio. Georgio struck me as a authoritarian type, then typical during the that phase of the 'Cold War' years in the late 1960's. ---Georgio had an Orwellian like logic, and was a guy without any real values, but who had adjustable truths and principles in place of them. --- Despite the aire of respectability that Georgio projected I sensed that there was always something covertly sinister about the guy, like he was a player there in some of the secret agenda.

I recall having I first met 'Spud' Helberg in what must have been late October of '69 there at this 'lab school' in Azusa, along with a number of the other students there at the specially designated smoking area at Sierra Vista High.

The Azusa Unified School District had apparently decided to ignore the California State law, L.A. County statutes and the City of Azusa municipal codes pertaining to the posession and use of tobacco by minors under the age of 18.

My first conversation with 'Spud' and with most of the other students there was usually about what school did I come from, and what rule violations I committed there to wind up as a student there at Sierra Vista 'lab school' in late 1969. --- I also recall that along with others, that 'Spud' and I smoked a quick 'joint' or two over at the Memorial Park then located just across 5th Street from the 'lab school' campus from time to time.

Although there may have more students listed there on the attendance rolls at Sierra Vista 'lab school', I can't recall ever seeing more that 50 or possibly 60 students there on campus on any one day. --- The school was sort of a 'clubby' kind of place during my enrollment there from '69 to '70, something like what I would have imagined a private school to have been like.

As time went on I kept a foot in the camp of the 'heads' in my neighborhood in Covina, who I mostly 'hung out' and partied with, although during my seven months at 'lab school' in Azusa I would occassionally party with some of the students there, buying, selling and using drugs, mostly downers
which I rarely took at this 'lab school' as I didn't want to be expelled from that school as well.

During for one short period in the Spring of 1970 I ditched classes at 'lab school' and went on a drug and alcohol binge at a place which was also located therein that same large apartment complex, where I was to move into the following year after I 'kicked' my barbituate habit, sometime in May of 1971, the place then called the 'Azusa Gardens' apartments on Gladstone Street in Azusa.

I managed to straighten up and one started hanging out with of the kids there at 'lab school' and guy named Frank got me my first real job. --- This was as a 'bar boy' for a local banquet hall on Foothill Blvd. in Glendora later that Spring of 1970 although I managed to 'blow it'.

Frank would later save me from some trouble when I ran into him there at the Colorado River during 'Easter Weekend' 1972 as covered in Part 3 Sub Part 4, and later in the Spring of '73 at some apartments in Azusa as described Part 3 Sub Part 6.

Some of the teacher's there were pretty poiltically savvy whereas I recall one of them, Mr. Art Mason reading us a magazine article based on congressional study that precicted that the Soviet Union would cease to exist as a political regime sometime in the late1980's. --- This prediction later played out in December 1991 when the Soviet Union was officially disolved.

It was there at this 'lab school' where I also took an art class and read the 'The Rime Of The Ancient Mariner' by Samuel Taylor Coleridge. --- Coleridge was a poet, as well as a user of opium who according to one source may have worked with British Naval Intelligence from time to time.

As things turned out it would be my own addiction to barbituates the following year, in March of 1971 that was to later result in my association with an individual in the CIA and Western Airlines purser when the nose dive crash of a Western Airlines 720 B took place at Ontario Airport near L.A. on March 31st 1971.

This was followed two months later by the small plane crash that reportedly took War Hero Audie Murphy's life on May 29th and the the reported mid-air crash between an Air West DC-9 and a Marine Corp Phanthom jet on 'D-Day' June 6th 1971 over the Bradbury Hills in L.A. County only 8 miles the place in Azusa where I then lived --- I give a rather detailed description of these circumstances and events therein Part 3 Sub Part 2 of "1979" online at 1979westbrook.com

Snorting Mescaline With 'Spud' And 2 Others At 'Lab School' And Enjoying The 'Trip' All Day
Keeping Cool Under Surveillance By Principal Georgio As A Class 'Snitch' 'Rats' On Me There

The last time that I saw 'Spud' Helberg prior to the party at the house on Badillo in Covina in July '71 was at the 'lab school' in Azusa back in June of '70 when the Spring Semester ended, and I can only conclude that it must have been an incident that occurred one morning in Mrs. Dibley's class sometime in late '69 or possibly early 1970 that made us more than casual acquaintances after that point in time.

This would account for the chummy attitude that each of us took towards one and other there upon my arrival at the Helberg Brother's house in Covina and the night of July 9th 1971, as we both had a little bit of history therein the wake of the convoluted turn events that arose as a direct result of this said same incident in Mrs. Dibley's class, that then took place only a year or so before.

It was this incident in Mrs. Dibleys's class at 'lab school' that set off a bizarre chain of subsequent circumstances and events that 'Spud' was not involved in, but which played out at 'lab school' throughout the rest of that day nonetheless.

The basic details of these said same subsequent events that arose from the incident in Mrs. Dibley's class by the end of that day and I must have given 'Spud' a more detailed account of these bizarre, subsequent circumstances and events, when 'Spud' and I saw each other at school the next day at school sometime in late '69 or 1970 .

I was there in Mrs. Dibley's class at the 'lab school' in Azusa, there in the still early morning, when a classmate I knew, brought a giant horse capsule of mescaline there and was offering to sell quarter-shares, to myself, and a couple of other students, one who must have been 'Spud' Helberg as I recall. --- The kid who brought the giant cap of mescaline to Dibley's class said he wanted a quarter of the drug for himself.

After examining the huge capsule that must have been about 3 inches long or so, the three of us paid
three bucks each for our quarter shares of the drug, and I seeme to recall that it was the kid who brought the mescaline to class suggested that the four of us to each 'snort' our quarter share of the mescaline right there in Mrs. Dibley's class.

Having worked out a plan as to 'snort' the mescaline in class without being caught, we put our plan into action and waited until Mrs. Dibley's attention was focused on that of another student at her desk, clear across the classroom about 25 feet or so away.

It was then that the kid with the horse cap of mescaline, cut out four giant lines of the drug on a desk and we then laid some paper over it as we worked out the 'snorting' order of the drug. --- After that the other three of us positioned ourselves accordingly, in order to block the view by the other students present, as well as the teacher's, all of which appeared to be preoccupied or were busy talking with one and other.

After what must have been the better part of 10 minutes, the four of us as managed to eventually snort up our respective shares of the psychedelic, in a covertly discreet and nonchalant manner, that didn't attract Mrs. Dibley's attention, nor did any of the other students then present. --- It took me about a half-dozen or more 'snorts' for me to finally ingest my quarter-share of the drug.

Although I had my doubts about the potency of the drug because of the large volume the mescaline that I and the others were given, the mescaline turned out to be surprisingly effective, and when Mrs. Dibley's class was dismissed some 40 minutes or so later the drug was just starting to 'kick in' we all went on our way to our separate respective classes.

As this was 'lab school' the place had a designated smoking area located near the Principal's office and a row of classes that bordered fifth street and the smoke breaks there thoughout the day were a nice touch when your high on mescaline. --- I later suspected that the smoking area may have been wired for sound by the end of that school day.

I didn't see much of 'Spud' or the other two guys who took mescaline with me for the rest of that day as we were all so 'high' and all and didn't want to 'blow it' by sitting together for too long, as one 'stoned' kid alone is less detectable than four 'stoned' kids are all grouped together.

It was a rather enjoyable day being 'high' as the mescaline didn't get in the way of my going to classes and performing the various tasks and lessons required of me that day. --- I recall that it was near the end of the school day when I went to what I believe may have been the last class of the day for me where a
film short was being shown, one I may have seen a time or two before at another time, and another school.

There about midway or so during the film short, the Principal Mr. Georgio came into the darkend classroom, that was lit only by the flickering light from the film projector and the images it projected onto the roll up movie screen set up against one wall. --- I was sitting in a chair back towards the projector when Georgio came and stood near me, pretending to watch the film but I could tell that he was really there to 'check me out' instead.

Having had plenty of practice at keeping my cool, thereas kid in L.A. County who bought, sold, took and traded drugs, and a skillfull hitch-hiker who knew how to avoid winding up in the trunk of a car, I managed to exude a relaxed aire, although I was a bit nervous over Georgio's presence, and the obvious motives behind it. --- I just kept watching the film and acted naturally.

During the film, a student named Greg B., nicknamed 'Gabby' 'outed' himself as a 'snitch' to me and others then present by repeatedly blurting out in the darkend classroom: 'Westbrook's on mescaline! Westbrook's on mescaline!' whilst Principal Georgio stood near me there in an implacable like manner
watching me closely out of the corner of his eye looking for any kind of a rise or reaction from me to no avail.

I also knew that it would be rather difficult if not impossible to 'bust' me for being high on mescaline as there were no real discernable signs and I could always say my eyes were dilated from the darkened classroom during the film short.

It would also be hard to 'bust' me over the capricious whim of a student who was known as a bit of a 'kook' and possibly a mental case, as well as a 'snitch'. --- I knew that LSD was virtually untracable in the bloodstream and that Georgio would need more tangible evidence to intiate proceedings for a rather expensive drug test that would take days, and most likely be inconclusive in any event.

I also knew that Principal Georgio was a Rotarian Club member, with it's bizarrely adjustable 'Four Way Test' regarding, if when and how to tell the truth, and will it benefit all involved 'bullshit' engraved on the shiney polished plauque on the wall of his office. --- Although he probably dispised me, I suppose Mr. Georgio must have also admired my calm composure and confident demeanor during his up close and personal surveillance of me that day as I suppose he may have deemed my behavior there under pressure as Rotarian like.

Mr. Georgio was enough of a politician to know that busting me for drug use there at his continuation school in Azusa wouldn't reflect well on his record there, and so he wasn't likely to 'rock the boat' if he could help it, just as long as I played my part well, that being to act as naturally as I could until class break, all the while ignoring 'Gabby's occassional shouts of my name Westbrook and how I was 'high' on mescaline.

When the lights went on after the film I simply stretched my arms, stood up and casually glanced over at Georgio before walkinger to a desk where my study lessons were until it was breaktime. Georgio seemed a bit frustrated as he left the classroom and I was somewhat relieved when he did. --- I then looked over at 'Gabby' the 'snitch' who had then just 'outed' himself as being one. --- I had known the who the guy was for years but I never suspected that he turned informant.

I suspect that as the smoking area at the Sierra Vista 'lab school' was 'wired for sound' the school administrators and Mr. Georgio were able to listen as to who was doing what, where at and when.
This being the case 'Gabby' was already known as a 'snitch' to the other students there and so 'Gabby' was ordered to 'rat on me' in class in front of Principal Georgio, lest I and other students conclude that the 'designated smoking area' at 'lab school' was a listening post for Principal Georgio and the Azusa cops.

What with all of the neatly arranged coincidences that took place at Mrs. Dibley's continuation class that day back late '69 or early 1970, I later wondered if the whole thing with the mescaline wasn't staged scam from start to finish. --- The guy who just happened to turn up with all that mescaline and his suggestion that he and I and the two others all snort it up then and there, instead of saving it for later.

Then there was the episodically arranged showing of a film that day in another classroom where school Principal Georgio just happened to stand next to me during the film, checking me out of the corner of his eye as 'Gabby' the 'snitch' (Greg B.) blurted out'Westbrook's on mescaline' repeatedly.

This all reminded me of events only the year before on May 16th, 1969, therein Mr. Caskey's drama-english class at Gladstone High and the way the Richard G. 'snitched me out' to the L.A. Sheriff's in San Dimas, regarding a 'pot' plant I wanted to sell him. --- Richard was 'downer freak' who I covered for more than once in class. --- It was only after I was busted that I found out that his mother worked for the Irwindale police in some in some capacity or other, possibly as an office worker.

I found out later in May of '75 from one of his cousin's and some others punched Richard G. out to repair the family honor, a fact I really appreciated, whereas what I regarded as my own personal four year statute of limitations, based on Federal Law had run out on Richard G. as far as I was concerned.
I got two years formal probation as this was my first offense other than a drunk and disorderly charge in February '69.

Ironically enough I tried to sell the 'snitch' the 'pot' plant because my neighbor Mr. Ernes was a Sheriff's Deputy who worked out of the San Dimas Sub Station and I was concerned that the cop might discover the plant there growing in my backyard. --- One of his sons was part of our little street clan who used to get 'high' with us all on a regular basis and semi-regular basis.

Maybe it was all just a series of coincidental events but I don't really don't think so. I suspect that it was some kind of psychological test being conducted on me thereat that continuation school, (Sierra Vista as I recall) located in Azusa and which was also referred to 'lab school' --- They didn't call Sierra Vista High 'lab school' for nothing.

In 1970 the CIA was still performing all kinds of drug, hypno, mind control experiments nationwide under one it's many 'Sub Projects' therein prisons, hospitals, universities and schools under the CIA's MK-ULTRA program that started in the early 1950's, was sanctioned by the CIA in 1953 and halted in 1973 as congressional scrutiny brought the program to a halt and started the mass destruction of documents and records therein it's files compiled by the CIA during it's MK-ULTRA mind control assassination program, that repeatedly came under congressional scrutiny from the mid to late 1970's.

(* Project MKUltraFrom Wikipedia, [November 2015] the free encyclopedia"MKULTRA" redirects here. For other uses, see MKULTRA (disambiguation).Not to be confused with Edgewood Arsenal human experiments.Organized through the Scientific Intelligence Division of the CIA, the project coordinated with the Special Operations Division of the U.S. Army's Chemical Corps.[1] The program began in the early 1950s, was officially sanctioned in 1953, was reduced in scope in 1964, further curtailed in 1967 and officially halted in 1973.[2] The program engaged in many illegal activities;[3][4][5] in particular it used unwitting U.S. and Canadian citizens as its test subjects, which led to controversy regarding its legitimacy.[3](p74)[6][7][8] MKUltra used numerous methodologies to manipulate people's mental states and alter brain functions, including the surreptitious administration of drugs (especially LSD) and other chemicals, hypnosis,[9] sensory deprivation, isolation, verbal and sexual abuse, as well as various forms of torture.[not verified in body]

 

July 9th '71 Smoking 'Weed' And Reminiscing In 'Spud's Room Prior To The 1st Attack

When we arrived at 'Spud's room 'Spud' sat on a floor rug with his back against a small low slung couch on which he rested his back as he faced me, Niki stretched out on her belly the same little couch with her head propped up on an elbow, so that her head and face was near 'Spud's as he faced me, but was situated about half a foot or so further back, just out of 'Spud's view but not out of mine, a fact of which I was to be made aware of repeatedly throughout that night.

As I sat a few feet a away on a rug facing them both, I deftly rolled a 'joint' and explained to 'Spud' that
his girl Niki and I had already known each since we both attended Center Intermediate back in '65 and lit the 'joint' up and passed it as I made a comment to 'Spud' about the death rock singer Jim Morrison of 'The Doors', then only six days before on July 3rd.

In fact it was that very same day's issue of 'The Daily Tribune' for July 9, 1971 contained an article about Morrision's death captioned: 'Singer Buried in Paris' (See Top Left of Center of Montage) --- I then made a comment or two about suspiciously controversial death of rock guitarist icon Jimi Hendrix in London only 10 month before in September 1970.

After that I suppose that 'Spud' and I must have then talked a bit about old times at 'lab school' in Azusa, whereby it's possible that we reminisced about the day we 'snorted' mescaline off a desk top in Mrs. Dibley's and how Principal Georgio 'got wind of it' and put me under surveillance as 'Gabby' the 'snitch'
yelled out: 'Westbrook's on mescaline! Westbrook's on mescaline!'

Then there were that colorfull cast of character's that attended Sierra Vista 'lab school' and some of their pranks and oddities, that must have been good for a laugh or three as we were all a bit 'high' from the 'pot' and I seem to recall that I may have taken a couple of 'uppers' that night as well, whereas altough I hadn't intended it, the night was turning out to be a kind of graduation party, especially since I got that gorilla sized barbituate habit off my back a few months before.

Shortly after our little private party got underway either 'Spud' or I put on some rock music records on his stereo, and the sounds mixed in with the cigarette and 'pot' smoke gave the room it's own kind of party atmosphere. --- This also drowned out the roar of loud rock music mixed in with shouts, cheers and laughter downstairs that were generated by the of the hundred or so teenagers and young people partying directly below us although one could still feel the vibrations from all this permeating through the old wood frame house.

My 'P.R.' Campaign To Clear My Name & Reputation From The April '71 'Frame Up' To Make
Me Look Like A 'Snitch' Or A Cop --- Giving 'Spud' & Niki My Routine 'Real Facts' Presentation

By July '71, I had already spent the last three months telling everyone I knew and even some kids and other people I didn't know, all about my misadventures as a 'Teenage Werewolf' like barbituate freak that landed me in L.A. County Jail and Biscailuz County Prison as the result of my bust at Gladstone High back on March 12th, 1971 as well as basic outline of the month long chain of convoluted circumstances and events that followed on through to April 15,1971. --- I must have recounted these better than a 100 times or more by the night of the party at the Helberg Brother's house in Covina July 9th.

It was this bust at Gladstone High back on March 12th, 1971 that resulted in my three days in the Covina City Jail, my trip to the West Covina Courts March 15th and my eight-days in the L.A. County Jail where I mostly 'kicked' my drug habit, before my transfer to Biscailuz Center Honor Rancho March 22nd where I worked as an inmatetrustee until my return to the West Covina Courts April 13th 1971, where I was released from custody, went straight to work, finished school and then graduated with the Class of '71 at Gladstone High.

Most importantly, there was also the matter suspiciously timed tour of the L.A. Sheriff's Academy on April 15th, therewith my Police Science Class at Citrus College, as the L.A. Sheriff's Academy was staffed by my then former fellow inmate-trustees at Biscailuz Center where which I was just released custody from on April 13th only two days before.

And now there it was on April 15th and I'm being paraded in front of my former fellow inmate-trustees like some undercover cop or police 'snitch' by Sheriff's Deputy as well as my class instructor the Detective-Sergeant who was also a Sheriff's Deputy.

This created a real problem for me, as the Sheriff's and other local police agencies would no doubt have their own networks of informants and 'snitches' spread the word that I was a 'snitch' and then tell everybody about the elaborate April 15th Academy tour 'frame up' tour at Biscailuz Center, the Sheriff's and possibly some 'Feds' had set up in the first place.

There was also the matter of those inmate-trustees at Biscailuz who actually saw me there on the April 15th tour and remembered me from my stay at Biscailuz from March through April 13th, because of all the various factions of the inmate-trustee popultation that protected me from those opposing elements that wanted to do me harm and break my spirit for any number of reasons, be they directed to or very possibly out of sheer malice. --- Even then in 1971 it was pretty amazing just how fast news and rumors could spread therein the various cliques and sub-cultures in L.A. County at that period in time.

As the result of all this I felt that it was imperative to clear my name and reputation regarding any false stories and rumors that I was a 'snitch' or an undercover cop, lest I be unable to buy 'weed' and other recreational drugs from the local dealers, as well as my friends and acquaintances.

I had also known of more than a few incidents where 'snitch's and informants were attacked and beaten up, or worse yet were murdered over being 'ratted out'. --- When I was 15 I actually knew one guy who killed a police informant and was arrested for the crime, but who then 'beat the wrap' before it ever went to court.

It must have taken me only about 15 to 20 minutes or so to give 'Spud' and Niki as a basic outline of the my March 12th arrest, my 3 day stay in the old Covina Jail house then located right behind the police station there on the same street, Badillo, only 3 tenths of a mile away and the month I spent in L.A. jail and Biscailuz Center as an inmate/trustee before returning to Citrus College and night school in order to graduate with my class at Gladstone High on June 10th 1971.

Although I mentioned the fact that one of my mentors at Biscailuz Center late March through Mid-April '71 was a fellow inmate-trustee was purser for Western Airlines, along with an assorted cast of other inmate-trustees, I'm pretty sure that I didn't speak a word about the Western Airlines 720 crash at Ontario Airport March 31st that reportedly killed four senior Western Airlines pilots, nor did I make any reference to guy who was CIA and who was also one of my mentors there, as all this was the kind of stuff you didn't talk about ever to anybody.

In Part 3 Sub Part 2 of "1979" at 1979westbrook.com I lay out the basic circumstances and events that took place in my life from March to April 1971, much like those I gave 'Spud' Helberg on the night of July 9th, and countless others from that slice of L.A. County in and around Covina since my release from jail April 13th 1971, but except for my mention about the Western Airlines purser, and a wide assortment of inmates who befriended I left out most of the other darker and more arcane details, such as the CIA guy I met there.

I suppose that I saw a television news report and or read about CIA Director Richard Helms' unprecented comments that made the front page of the New York Times for April 15th, referred to as a 'Rare Speech' made April 14th where Helm's says that the CIA is necessary for a free democracy and made some rather complimentary comments about the Soviets and Chinese.

I may have also noticed that CIA Director Helms' April 14th press conference took place the day after my release from Biscailuz Center on April 13th, but I'm not sure that I connected it up with the CIA there on a drunk driving charge or the CIA's links with Western Airlines, the Western 720 jet crash at Ontario Airport that killed 4 pilots March 31st at the very same time I was under the protection of a Western Airlines purser and the CIA guy serving time on the drunk driving charge from March 22nd through April 13th.

It wasn't until I read the newspaper reports about the June 6th 'mid-air' crash over the Bradbury Hills only eight miles from my then home in Azusa, between a Marine Corp Phantom jet and the Air West DC-9 jetliner, that I first read about the Western Airlines 720 crash just over two months before on March 31st as the crash was mentioned only in reference to the 'mid-air' over Bradbury.

It's very possible that the matters of the two high profile plane crashes, that of War Hero Murphy's in Virginia on May 28th at the start of the Memorial Day weekend, and the Air West 'mid-air' near my home on June 6th 1971 (The 27th anniversary of 'D-Day) may have come up later that night as 'Spud' and I chatted there in his bedroom on July 9th 1971

News reports of the attempts to 'frame' Murphy on bogus drug charges by the Burbank Police in the weeks prior to his death didn't make the radio, TV or newspapers until about a week later in mid-July 1971, so it's a safe bet that 'Spud' and I weren't able to talk that aspect of Audie Murphy's last days, and the other 'frame up' scams that were perpetrated against America's most most decorated War World II hero in the months leading up to his reported death on May 28th.

I must have mentioned my month long stint in the Orange County juvenile hall in August to September of '70, and my rather wild and crazy senior year at Gladstone were I spent a month in the L.A. County 'juvie', from October through November, and my subsequent transfer to Northview High, and my eventual return to Gladstone High for the Spring Semester of 1971.

After giving 'Spud' and Niki the latest on my then recently eventful life in 1971 that took about 20 minutes to a half and hour, I asked 'Spud' what he was up to and he said he was 'jamming' with other musicians as 'Spud' played guitar, possibly bass guitar and was planning to form a rock band with them.

As 'Spud' was a year older than I was, I had assumed that he graduated with his senior class at Sierra Vista, the year before in June of 1970 although I'm not exactly sure as to whether or not 'Spud' actually did.

We talked and laughed about our teachers at the Sierra Vista 'lab school' back in '69 and '70 during which time 'Spud' and I along with two other guys there 'snorted' some organic mescaline off a desktop, and although it was a mostly enjoyble trip there at 'lab school' things got a pretty weird for me towards the end of the school day, as previously described.

Niki seemed to be interested there in what I was saying, but as I had known her from some years back and knew that there was more to her than met the eye, this plus the fact that I hadn't seen her since May of 1967 made me a trifle wary, though I was actually glad to see her as she was pretty, fair with light colored eyes possibly hazel, and she was charming and intelligent as well. --- I thought that she and 'Spud' made a rather attractive looking couple .

I seem to recall that 'Spud' had looked very much the same as when I had seen him last sometime in June of 1970, therewith his very dark hair, not quite shoulder length and a slightly shaded complexion, handsome features with the very bright blue eyes, that some the girls at 'lab school' would talk about from time to time.

'Spud' looked quite a bit different his oldest brother 'Sarge' who had a medium complexion, light brown hair, was smaller and thinner than 'Spud' who taller than me at 5'-4" though not by much and also wore glasses. Blair, the next oldest brother, was taller than both of them with blonde hair, and handsome with regular features and had a good build like 'Spud'.

For some reason or other I was more circumspect in what I said to 'Spud' up in his room thereat the house across from Covina Park on July 9th, 1971 than I would have been were Niki not present there.
It wasn't that she was a girl as some of my then best friends were girls at that point in time, it was something instinctive in me that cautioned me to not be as forthcoming regarding then recent events as I would have been, had I been there alone with 'Spud' at that time.

'Spud' seemed genuinely interested there in what I had to say about my recent misadventures and would ask a question a two from time to time in order to clearify some of the details, although both
'Spud' and Niki were mostly silent, except that every so often Niki would give me 'the eye' like she wanted me to 'hit' on her or something.

I found this rather annoying, but simply ignored Niki's subtle glances, and 'Spud' must have been aware of as he looked bemused at me every so often as well and I shot back 'dead pan' glances to let 'Spud' know I wasn't interested. --- Hell who knows what was really on Niki's mind that summer's night July '71
maybe she wanted to 'do' two guys that night for all I know, whereas the Niki that I knew back in middle school from September '65 through May of '67 was a bit of flirt.

Niki also went steady with one of the kids in my neighborhood clique' and I had attended little some little 'make out' parties with her, her girlfriends and some boys from our school. --- All mostly innocent with games like 'spin the bottle' in deserted locations, one being an old farm shack out in a grassy field near my home in Covina, which still had some open spaces back then.

I always wondered how Niki found out about the availiabilty of the 'shack' in Covina so close to my neighborhood in Covina where I grew up, and my friends and I hadn't, especially because Niki lived miles away in Azusa. --- I had to think that someone must have told her about it back then in 1966.

Although I may have been wise beyond my years in some things as an 18 year-old kid from Covina in 1971, I sometimes found it hard to understand girls and the games they played, unlike many if not most of my friends who could.

Despite all this I couldn't help but wonder if maybe Niki wasn't trying to disrupt the conversation that 'Spud' and I were then having on that night in July '71 and which may had apparently evolved into something more akin to an intelligence debriefing, what with me laying out the circumstances and events of my then recent misadventures and 'Spud' breaking in from time to time to clear up a point
like a interrogater or debriefing specialist. --- 'Spud' was intelligent, and could be sublte and dicreet.

Up to that point I was really enjoying the vibe up in 'Spud's room as I spoke of my weird adventures
and misadventures smoking 'weed' and felt that I had done my 'P.R.' duties for the nightwith regard to clearing up my reputation with regard to the matter of the April '71 'snitch frame up' scene at the L.A. Sheriff's Academy as the result of my 'Dr. Jekyl' like role as a then high school police science student at Citrus College and my 'My Hyde' side as a teenaged pill popping dealer, who then landed in jail, was released from Biscailuz Center and then paraded in front of my then former fellow inmate-trustees from only two days before who worked at the Academy, as I was given a guided tour there by Sheriff's Deputies and a Detective Sergeant.

The sound and vibrations from the loud music, merriment and laughter from the house party that came through the framework of the old house, from the first-floor below seemed to mix well with the mood in 'Spud's room and music from the rock albums that we put on Spud's stereo phonograph and the overlapping layers cigarette and 'pot' smoke filled the top half of the room on towards the ceiling.

Party Crashers 1st Attack The Night Of July 9th --- The Barricade In 'Spud's Room That Worked

I recall that left the room once about 8:00 PM to 9:00 PM during that first hour that I spent there with 'Spud' and Niki on the night of July 9, 1971, that I has walked down the hall to the upstairs bathroom as the result of the beer that I drank when I first arrived there. --- It was during this first hour before 9:00 PM that that Niki left the room for some minutes, presumably to do the same.

When I opened the door from 'Spud's room that opened into the dimly lit hallway to go the bathroom I could see young guys and girls there standing, in couples or groups ofr three or four, drinking beers, smoking cigaretttes and 'joints', talking and partying in a relatively laid back manner, as other went to fro from the other rooms upstairs, whilst others had just walked upstairs from the first floor to use the bathroom there, and had to stand in line use it as did I, but I didn't have to wait long as there were only a couple of people there ahead of me and they made their visits short.

It must have been a short time after my return from the bathroom down the hall and returned to 'Spud' upstairs bedroom and had resumed talking, smoking and joking around with 'Spud' and his girl Niki, when sometime around 9:00 PM, possibly just after that three of us were suddenly distracted by the sound or shouts, yells and screams and vibratations that sounded as though people were being slammed into the lathe and plaster walls, as others were being thrown down on the raised wooden floors downstairs.

Shortly thereafter the loud rock music, and the laughter and roar of party revellers downstairs had suddenly ceased and from riot and ruckus below, I seem to recall that it was either 'Spud' or I, who then ran over to his stereo to turn down the volume, in order to listen in on all the crashes and carnage below.

This was a medley of violent noises, comprised of angry shouts and curses by what sounded like young men venting their rage, along with that of girls screaming, or whilst other other teens yelled in pain and fear as they all stampeded out of the house onto 4th Avenue and on over to Covina Park, whilst a relatively few others charged out the front door onto and Badillo Street.

A few seconds later it wasn't hard for 'Spud', Niki and I to conclude the the place was under siege from party crashers, and I seem to recall hearing shouts to the 'crashers' to stop what they're doing, who I recall sounded like 'Spud's brother 'Sarge' Helberg to me.

I then became somewhat distressed by this sudden turn of events, whereby I carefree, a bit high on some 'upper's, 'weed' and beer as I talked, joked and had just related to 'Spud' Helberg, the true, factually accurate account of my then recent stay in Covina Jail, L.A. County Jail, and Biscailuz Minimum Security from mid-March to Mid April 1971 to and my return to my Police Science Class at Citrus College and the April 15th tour of the L.A. Sheriff's Academy that made look like a 'snitch' or an undercover cop to my then recently former, fellow inmate-trustees at Biscailuz who then on duty as support staff at the Academy located right next door, in that portion of East Los Angeles bordering of Monterey Park.

And now because of these 'Hun' like party crashers below, the Covina cops were sure to be called there and I now suddenly faced the very real possibility of returning to that antiquated cell block called Covina Jail, situated behind the Covina Police Station then located only a third of mile away on Badillo Street.

Being on probation and anxious not to return to the L.A. County Jail to serve the rest of my six-month sentence, over a probation violation, as well possible assault and battery charges in a place where drugs and alcohol were being used by adult minors (18 to 20 year olds such as myself). --- I didn't worry about getting injured whereas I figured I could either talk my way out, fight or beat a hasty retreat if necessary.

As the outcome of these options were by no means certain, if not almost totally unpredicable, I looked around 'Spud's room noticed just how massive the timber was, that were used in the blonde wooden double bed on the other side of the room. --- I then made a quick assessment of the other furniture in the room and decided that there was enough there barricade 'Spud's room in order to keep the party crasher's out.

I suggested to 'Spud' and Niki that we barricade the only door to his upstairs room with his bedroom furniture to keep the party crashers out, whereas it it sounded like there may have been a half a dozen of them of so. --- I may have also mentioned that they might be armed and although I may not have elaborated on the point, I also knew full well that it was also very possible that party crashers had brought along an assortment of lead pipes, bats, clubs, knives, and maybe even a pistol or two, or 'sawed off' shotgun as well.

Seconds later, as the menacing sounds of crashing violence and destruction were becoming increasingly louder, and had now creeping over to the bottom of the stairs that led to the second floor where we were, 'Spud' and Niki realized just how volitile and unpredicable things could get if these gate crashers got past his door, they looked over at me and the seriously sober look on my face that said it all.

The next thing I knew I saw 'Spud' and Niki charged over to the south side of the room away from where the three of us were sitting, and yanked the heavy mattress off the bed to make it lighter, as well as our mood that went from the heavy weight of dread and uncertainty, to a mood of uplifted elation.

It was really something the way the three of suddenly went into action as we moved 'Spud's blonde wooden, heavy timbered bed and other furniture there to the door, piled the mattress and whatever else we could on top of the bed for added weight, professional movers although I weighed only about
a hundred and ten pounds, with 'Spud' at about a hundred and thirty and his girl Niki, then a slender petite young thing who was bit taller than I, somewhere around 5'-5" and looked like she weighed anywhere from 90 to a hundred pounds.

We then placed the dresser and some other furniture up against the end of the bed opposite the one pressing against the door, whereby we must have looked like some 'nesters' in an old western movie
preparing for an Indian attack and then looked the barricade that we just placed against the door with a bit of relief and satisfaction .

I recall that it wasn't more than a few minutes later the party crashers had slugged, kicked and marauded their way up stairs to the second floor and then commenced pounding on 'Spud's door as they screamed for us to open the door, and then threatened the three of us with physical violence if we didn't as a threat.

Neither 'Spud', Niki or I replied to these threats, but the three of us looked at each instead and watched the barricade at the door to see if looked sturdy and weighty enough to keep the party crashers out. --- I felt confident that it would, as the bed alone must have weighed about 250 pound alone, and there was maybe another 100 to 150 pounds therein the dresser and the other furniture that we added to the barricade.

As the sound of fists and then boot kicks started to hammer the door, I lit up a smoke and that the three of us stood near watching to see if the blows and kicks had any effect, but the bed, the furniture and the other items that made up the barricade didn't seem to budge at all, whereby we all looked at each other and smiled.

It was clear to that these party crashers were a fucking persistent lot, as 'Spud', Niki and I sat back down and chatted in low voices about the effectiveness of the barricade, smoking cirgarettes and taking 'hits' off a 'joint' I rolled from time to time.

Sounds of fists beating on the door and those of shoes and boots trying to kick it in 'Spud's door went on for what seemed like 15 to 20 minutes, so long in fact that the party crashers apparently got tired and took breaks in between all the door pounding and kicking.

I had to wonder just where in the hell the Covina cops were and why hadn't they arrived what with all noise and screaming and slamming on the doors and walls, not to mention the sound of breaking bottles and glass that must have alerted neighbors in the houses nearby.

What with the house at Badillo and 4th being situated just across the street from Covina Park where people were strolling through, or waliking their dogs at on that hot summer's night in July 1971, I'm sure that any number of people at Covina Park must have noticed the riotous commotion screams, shouts and bottles breaking at the Helberg Brother's house and all the people that had ran over to the Park to escape the violence and would have prompted at least some of them to call the Covina Police.

There were also the hundred or so party goers that fled the violence caused by the party crashers, would have called the Covina Police to alert them about what amounted to a home invasion, by the thug like party crashers, who were bullying and beating people downstairs like virtual captives by default, as were 'Spud', Niki and all barricaded up there in 'Spud's room upstairs.

Another thing that struck me as odd in which the party crashers seemed so obsessedly intent on breaking into that upstairs bedroom that 'Spud', Niki and I had barricaded ourselves in. --- I had to wonder about this during that time 'Spud', Niki and I were barricaded there in his upstairs room, but I really didn't give it too much thought at the time, what with all the shouts and screams as the 'Hun' like party crashers, beat, cursed and tried to kick in the door, held fast by the barricade the three of us had so quickly thrown together within minutes of the attacker's arrival downstairs.

All the party crashers that I had ever seen at parties during that three year time period from 1968 through late 1970 had usually wreaked havoc and rioted, and then left shortly thereafter to avoid tangling with the cops who they knew would be called there to investigate complaints of disturbing
the peace.

The attitude taken by the party crashers at the Helberg Brother's house in Covina on the night of July 9th was as if the party crashers knew when to expect the cops. --- I would know the answer to these questions when I was later informed of 'Spud's death two weeks later on the 24th of July.

The police station was quite literally located there on the very same street in Covina, Badillo Street and was only three tenths of a mile away from the house then leased by the Helberg Brothers in July '71, thereat the corner of Badillo Street and 4th Avenue. --- The drive from the police station and was only a minute or so away from the Helberg house by a car travelling at thirty miles per hour, even without the police sirens and light on.

The lackadaisical arrival of the patrol units from the Covina Police seemed as though it was timed to take place only a few minutes after the 'Hun' like party crashers had made their own leisurely departure from the Helberg Brothers house on Badillo Street at what must have been sometime around 9:30 PM or so.

By the time that the patrol units from the Covina Poilce arrvived, things fell silent only minutes before
and the hammering of fist and boots trying to kick in 'Spud's bedroom door by the party crashers had suddenly ceased, along with their shouts and curses that were made out of anger and frustration at not being able to get past the barricaded door.

As 'Spud' and I couldn't tell what was really going on there on the other side od the barricaded door, we weren't sure if the party crashers had actually left or quite possibly had decided to back off and pretend that they in an attempt to fool us into taking down that impenetrable barricade that 'Spud', Niki and I had spontaneously thrown together within minutes of the party crasher's arrival.

Once the barricade was down, there wouldn't be anything to stop these crazed party crashers from charging in therein a viciously frenzied state, made all the worse by their having been humiliated, frustrated and aggravated, by their futile attempts to break it down 'Spud' door over what seemed to have been about a half-hour siege.

I remember how from behind the barricade in 'Spud's room, how all three us listened closely during this sudden silence, which wasn't really silence at all, it was the sound of people voices speaking low downstairs, as they expressed their relief as they swept broken glass and moved furniture back into place.

It was about at that time that I could see the colored lights splashing onto the walls in 'Spud's room in a circular fashion, flashing a mix of red, blue and white lights that spun around the room through the open second floor window there, that faced west onto 4th Avenue just outside and Covina Park there across the street. --- I recall hearing brief low burst from a siren or two as a couple of other patrol units also arrived at the scene.

'Spud' and Niki decided that it was now safe to go downstairs to talk to the boys from Covina's finest in order to tell what he knew about the party crashers and to find what or if there was anything that the cops could do, and so we dismantled the barricade and they both walked downstairs.

As myself, I decided to stay up 'Spud's room when the Covina cops decided to arrive at the Helberg Brothers house so lackadaisically late and all, especially when the police station was thereon the same damn street only a 30 second drive away. --- I saw no reason whatsoever for me to talk to the Covina police at the time, as 'Spud' and Niki would no doubt fill the officers in on what had just taken place there, to which I has nothing to add.

There was also the matter of my then trying clear my name at that point in time in July 1971, this was because of the April 15th 'frame up' during the tour of the L.A. Sheriff's Academy that made me look like a 'snitch' or an undercover cop. --- This being the case I didn't want to possibly start a whole new bunch rumors about myself by having volunteering any statements to the Covina Police and risk undoing the work I achieved to rebuild my reputation over the last three months, since mid-April 1971.

Yet another reason for me not to talk to the Covina cops and stay put in 'Spud's room was that the Covina Police might 'run a make' on me and find out about my then recent stay in their horrible little jail in March, my month long stretch in L.A. County Jail and Biscailuz Center and find out that I was subsequently put on probation as the result.

If the Covina cops did that, then it was just as likely that the cops would turn things around on me by interrogating me like I was some criminal instead of a party goer, and then maybe try to throw me back into that little hole called Covina jail on some bogus charges or minor infractions that could be used to violate the terms of my formal probation set forth buy Judge Winthrop Johnson.

The Covina cops stayed there for about another half hour taking reports, heaven forbid that they should run down the party crashers that would later come and reportedly inflict the head wounds on 'Spud' that purportedly result in 'Spud's death by July 17th 1971. --- I would find out the reason for this as on the evening of July 24th, 1971.

During this I felt trapped up there in 'Spud's room when the Covina Police were there, whereas any second one or any number of the other cops downstairs there at the house on Badillo and 4th, might decide to go on a 'fishing expedition' and possibly search 'Spud's room or frisk me for drugs, weapon and other possible contraband and so I his my 'weed' and the few 'uppers' that I had on me there in a corner of the room behind some woodwork.

This seemed like the prudent thing to do as I new both from years of experience on 'the street' and a bit from my then recent police science class at Citrus College, that while the Covina Police might choose to frisk me and make me turn out my pockets should they decide to come up and hassle me, it was hardly likely that the cops could take the time from their routine police patrol duties to start tearing apart the house at Badillo and 4th that the Helberg Brothers had leased. --- Even if the cops found anything there in that leased house in Covina, the understaffed and overworked attornies at the L.A. County D.A.'s Office would simply throw the case out back then in 1971.

On the other hand if I had left any 'stash' on my person that night at 'Spud's room on July 9th 1971
and any one of the Covina Police officers dispatched to the house on Badillo and 4th to investigate the disturbance of the peace complaints there, had so decided to trot upstairs to capriciously and arbitrarily search me with out a search warrant or probable cause and found any drugs, weapons or other contra-band, I was as good as convicted.

This was because the terms of my probation made no such distinctions regarding my rights under State and Federal law, as any perceived probation violation by me was sufficient to put me back in the L.A. County Jail to serve the remainder of my six-month sentence and Judge Winthrop Johnson surely do this If he he felt that I crossed him.

As the Covina cop cars pulled away from the curb just under the 'Spud' second floor window facing 4th Avenue, the combined patterns of the circular light shows thrown onto 'Spud's bedroom walls from the light bars atop the cars, all faded from view leaving the street down below dark, empty and deserted save for some street lights on Badillo and maybe one two from across 4th Avenue at the Covina Park.

It wasn't until sometime around 10:00 PM before all the Covina Police patrol units had left the house that then stood at the corner of Badillo and 4th. (It was demolished sometime after December 1987 when I saw it last.)

With the departure of the violently dangerous party crashers, who seemed to take their time before leaving, followed by the lackadaisical and fashionably late arrival and eventual departure of the Covina Police, it was a though the storm clouds of oppressive hate and fear from what was in effect like a home invasion there at the Helberg Brother's house had suddenly been lifted, and a high pressure ridge of blue skies bringing calm weather and good vibrations had replaced it.

After I was sure that all the party crashers and Covina cops were gone I retreived my 'stash' from the woodwork in 'Spud's room and walked down the hall to the bathroom to take a leak and throw water on my face. --- I then made my way downstairs where I help move a piece of furniture or two back in place and then managed to find some alcohol, possibly hard liquor to drink from a bottle that was stashed before the rampage by the party crashers and found out that other than a few bruises and minor cuts that no of the party goers were ever injured.

I then left 'Spud' and Niki downstairs, chatting with some people, one I seem to recall was his brother 'Sarge' and they looked like they were doing a damage assessment, mixed in with light conversation, nervous laughter and a bit of frivilous chit-chat to help change the mood and brighten things up.

Partying With 'Spud' & Niki For The Rest Of The Night July 9th Until 3:00 AM July 10th 1971
--- Improv, Jubilance & Laughter Over The Party Crashers & The Barricade That Kept Them Out

By the time 'Spud', Niki and I returned upstairs, I suppose it must have been anywhere from 10:15 to 10:30 PM and the three of us moved the bed, the mattress and the rest of furniture that we used in the barricade to bar the doorway, during the siege by the party crashers from just after 9:00 to about 9:30 PM or so.

As the previous seven months of my life from December 1970 through the end of June '71 had been a series misadventures, convoluted and bizarre circumstances and events in my life, punctuated by plane crashes, assassinations and other events some which I had acquired some indirect links to by default,
there was also the very real upside to my life during that same time period as well. --- All of this is covered there in Part 3 Sub Part 2 of "1979" / 1979westbrook.com.

By July 9th 1971 I was working hard at the Treasure Chest printing plant, I had kicked my barbituate habit and was attending a rather unusual psychology course at Citrus College at that time, and some times used 'speeders' on weekends when I partied and was having a quiet polite little reunion with one of my former classmates 'Spud' Helberg over some 'pot' and some beer and was having great time conversing and laughing a bit about old times at school, from about 8:00 to sometime around 9:00 PM
when the party crashers came and decided to put 'Spud's room under seige for about a half-hour.

After getting 'Spud's room back in order, 'Spud' and I seemed to make it a point to simply continue on with our little party that also included 'Spud's girl Niki as well, and we put the rock albums that we had selected before the siege by the party crashers had arrived thereon his stereo, and I rolled a couple more 'joints', and then we talked about what had just happened, and how well the barricade that the three of us managed to assemble at the door didn't budge a fraction of an inch, and kept the party crashers out so successfully.

'Spud' and I joked and laughed heartily about this soon after and before I knew it the usually reserved 'Spud' Helberg suddenly went 'improv' when he grabbed an old antique sword that he pulled out of one corner of the room and did a kind of swashbuckling routine, whereby he swung the sword around over his head, and whilst he jokingly described how he was ready for the party crashers if they came back.

His performance was so well done, that it was unexpectedly halarious, that I couldn't help but laugh hysterically and then I joined in on an ad lib or two as the show went on for a good short while as we were both 'high' on the 'pot' that we were smoking. --- I was also feeling a slight 'buzz' from the 'uppers' I had taken before the siege as well as the alcohol I had drank shortly after the crashers and the cops left.

I suppose that 'Spud' and I could attribute our new found jubilance thereto our relief from all anxiety caused by the party crashers as well as our very real sense of personal prided and accomplishment at having so successfully fended off our attackers and 'Spud' was no doubt relieved at having provided an adequate defense for his girl Niki as well, whereas for all 'Spud' knew had the party crashers been able to break in past hte door, the little gang of thugs might have beat him serously and very possibly assaulted his girl Niki. --- My ideas regarding Niki were to come into question later on July 24th 1971.

'Spud' put on some records and Niki resumed her spot on the low slung, loveseat stretched out, as 'Spud' sat back down on the rug where had before the disturbances took place, with 'Spud's back leaning against the front of the loveseat as before, with his head near Niki's whilst facing me, with Niki's face slightly behind 'Spud's face just out of view as she started in making eyes at me again from time to time.

After all the joking and clowning around about the party crasher's half hour seige for about 20 minutes or so, the matter of my then recent stay at Biscailuz Center was the topic of conversation once again, and I once again recounted how one of my friends inside was a purser from Western Airlines,
although I didn't say word about the guy who was CIA, unlike that milieu of various others there such as bikers, criminals great and small, drunk drivers, and guys in for back child support.

It was at this time that recall feeing a bit leary about telling too much in front of Niki who I had known back in middle school from 1965 - 67, and who now in late hours of July 9th, was displaying what I regarded as her disloyalty to 'Spud' by flirting with me again therein 'Spud's presence just out of his view.

This brought back memories of her when were both in the seventh grade and now this sudden spontaneous siege on 'Spud's bedroom whilst I telling 'Spud' about my recent stint in jail and the elaborate prearranged steps to make me look like a 'snitch' or an undercover cop.

During that time in or two had to wonder why the party crashers had been so fucking obsessed and determined to break down the door to get in as I was giving 'Spud' my standard routine presentation that I had given everyone I knew in order to clear up the rumors that I was a 'snitch' or an undercover cop.

I knew about electronic surveillance and wondered if the room we were in was 'bugged' of if there was someone using a radio microphone to listen in as I was dealing with the L.A. Sheriff's and the way my class instructor Detective-Sergeant Ostman act so weird on that last day of class back on May 25th, that I had to wonder if he wasn't working the CIA or FBI himself.

There was also the matter of all those plane crashes, the one in Virginia that reportedly killed Audie Murphy the most decorated American soldier of World War II May 28th, followed only a week later by the Marine Corps 'Phantom Jet' 'mid air' collision with an Air West DC-9 jetliner over the Bradbury Hills only 8 miles from my home in Azusa, this on June 6th, the 27th anniversary of 'D-Day' that killed about 50 people or so.

News reports of the June 6th 'mid-air' between the Marine Phantom Jey and the Air West jetliner over Bradbury, also cited the then recent, nose dive crash of the Western Airlines 720 jetliner that killed 4 Senior pilots at Ontario Airport on March 31st, only two months and a week before.

Along with the June 6th 'mid-air' over Bradbury, the local L.A. papers also reported the crash of the Allegheny Airlines Convair 240 crash in New Haven, Connecticut killing 28, the very next day on June 7th.

This was at the very same time when I was under the protection of the purser for Western Airlines, the CIA guy and a host of assorted criminals and other inmates at Biscailuz Center. --- I really needed these guys as there were a lot guys there who wanted to hurt me, it was like they got the word from outside to do so.

As to whether or not 'Spud' possibly saw any connections between the Western Airlines purser, his protection of me from March 22nd through April 13th and the bizarre nose dive crash of the Western Airlines 720 jetliner March 31st, 1971, I really can't say.

I do know for a fact that 'Spud' was extremely interested in what I had to say about my then recent stay at Biscailuz Center only three months before as it was during this second time that I discussed it with him, he took an even keener interest in what I had to say, especially about the was in which my Police Science Intructor, the L.A. Sheriff's Detective-Sergeant had so cleverly arranged the tour of the L.A. Sheriff's Academy in order to 'frame' me as a 'snitch' in front of then recent fellow inmate-trustees at
Biscailuz.

The first time was during that first hour 'Spud', Niki and I spent upstairs in room from about just after 8:00 to somehere around 9:00 PM, at which time I gave him the same brief summarized account, that I had repeated countless times to freinds and acquaintances individually and in various sized groups, over the last three preceeding months, prior to the night of July 9th 1971, regarding my March arrest, my month long stay in jail and the April '71 Police Science class tour 'frame up' two days after my release.

It was as amazing how our success in keeping the party crashers from entering 'Spud's room with the barricade had instilled a real sense of comradery between 'Spud' and I that night, on into the early morning hours. We talked and talked and talked and I surprised to see how garrulous 'Spud' could be, as he was mostly reserved back in our 'lab school' days except for that day both of us and another student did that mescaline in Mrs. Dibley's class in late '69 or early 1970. --- After Dibley's class we all kept our distance so as not to look to conspicuously 'stoned' all together.

'Spud' talked about music a bit and how he might be forming a rock band with some other local teens and I said I might start writing some lyrics, as it was also rumored that I had a way with words in some circles at that time, and was actually respected for my taste in rock music and art.

Although many, if not most of the hundred or so partiers had left the party at the Helberg's house in Covina never returned that night, some of the partiers that were there prior to the arrival and siege of the party crashers, had now returned and their numbers were increased by the late arrival of some 'Night Owls' and other partiers that were making the rounds as well.

As the night went on I made a couple of trips to the upstairs bathroom down the hall and went downstairs for drinks a few, at which time I could see that there was a party there once more, only this time the music wasn't as loud, and it was a much more relaxed scene there, with couples sitting around and small groups of teens and young adults all around talking, smoking and drinking and talking, as others were arriving, and some were leaving.

It was relatively calm and laid back in the hours and minutes that followed the siege by the party crashers at the Helberg's house in Covina from about 10:30 PM on July 9th through about 3:00 AM July 10th 1971 when I finally went to the apartment I was staying at in Azusa.

At the start of this late night-pre-dawn time period, I'd say that number of people there averaged out about 30 to 40 or so people that I saw in the various rooms of the first floor of two-story house, from the livingroom and on into the diningroom and kitchen although there could have been more people there I didn't see off in a sideroom or the den downstairs.

Towards the end of the night I suspected that Spud might have had an idea that Niki was eyeing me, as we were talking as he seemed slightly amused from time to time, as sometimes the expressions on my face would betray my thoughts.

For all I knew maybe the girl wanted to 'do' both of us, or maybe she wanted to create a rift between 'Spud' and I as this was precisely what happened some weeks later. --- This was when Greg Downard's girl hit on me, and teased me a bit, and then 'ratted' me out to Greg, prompting him to nearly overdose himself to death days later, whereby he credited me for saving his life, but for which I am only entitled to half credit for if that. --- I elaborate on this in greater detail a bit later herein Part 3 Sub Part 3 of "1979".

I had to thank 'Spud' and Niki for what turned out have been one the most unexpectedly surprising and extraordinarly entertaining times of my life, although at times things were unpredicable, suspenseful and a bit scary, which as it turned out only made things much more exhilerating and fun as things turned out. --- I can honestly say that it one of the best nights of my lfe ever and still is some 44 years later.

Having said goodbye I went downstairs to leave and walked through the dimly lit rooms, with layers of cigarette and 'pot' smoke making the whole a scene there a bit hazy, as the stereo played low in the background like sound track in a movie, I glanced around to see maybe 15 or party goers left there strewn out around the livingroom and on into the diningroom and kitchen, some were looking a bit weary there at big table, others were couple's talking, some were stretched out on couch's and chairs, whilst others were asleep or passed out.

Leaving 'Spud's In Covina For My Two And A Half Mile Walk Home To The 'Azusa Gardens':
Wondering Why The Party Crashers Wanted In 'Spud's Room So Bad ? --- Why Was Niki's Flirting With Me All Night ? --- The Weird Look I Got From The Big Guy When I Left 'Spud's

As I leaving the I couldn't help but notice a large sized gent, and wore a white tee-shirt, and he was sitting there in one of the large overstuffed chairs that was probably in the livingroom, though not necessarily as there were some big old chairs in the dining room as well and I may have saw the guy there.

I suppose that the big guy noticed me as everyone else thereon the first floor of the house at Badillo and 4th in Covina were near motionless, as they were either sitting on the chairs and couches, or sprawled out them, talking, smoking and drinking and it was afterall about 3:00 AM or so.

Some of the guest chatted with one and other and seemed to be enjoying themselves although they looked a bit therein the dimly lit downstairs that made it all seem rather cozy somehow, unlike 'Spud's room that was comparatively brighter having just spent most all of the last eight hours there with 'Spud' and Niki partying, barricading, talking, carrying on and partying some more since about 8:00 PM the night before on July 9th.

Other party leftovers there in the livingroom looked beat from partying all, whilst others looked like they were making re-entries of sorts, 'coming down' from various kinds of drugs to the beat of some late rock on one the half dozen or so great local FM stations that L.A. had in those days.

I could see that he looked to have been in his mid to late 20', was maybe 5'-10" or so, a large build, and weighed about 180 to 200 lbs. and he had straight black hair, neatly cut and combed that may have been parted down the middle as I recall. --- This dude also had a big full moustache, set over and an even slightly larger smile, that I somehow found unsettling perhaps because reminded me of the photos of former Soviet Josef Stalin that I had seen in books, magazines and on TV as kid growing up during the McCarthy era of the 1950's and the 'Hot and Cold War' era of the 1960's.

He must have been sitting there in either the living room or the dining room at the Helberg's house at Badillo and 4th as the guy was on the different route that I choose to exit the house from the front door that opened onto Badillo Street, as opposed to the back door of the house that led through a pantry on and on into kitchen where I met 'Spud' and Niki earlier that night.

It was this same back door to the house that entered into the rather beat looking backyard, with dirt, dead grass and weeds, and which was only partly enclosed by sections of run down fence, some scruffy looking shrubs with some large gaps that opened onto the sidewalk as the backyard ran paralell to
4th Avenue and was directly across the street from Covina Park.

Perhaps it was because of all the weird shit that went there at the Helberg Brother's house in Covina that previous night July 9th, that I had decided to leave by the front door that led onto Badillo Street, instead of the back door that that led to the backyard, that opened up to 4th Avenue.

I suppose that it was the lengthy attack siege on 'Spud's bedroom sometime at around 9:00 PM on July 9th that forced us to create a barricade to keep some party crashers out, and the lackadaisical arrival the Covina Police a half hour or more later, that made me decide to do a little recon there at Helberg's house as I left.

The objective being to check out the party leftovers, who were still hanging out downstairs when I left at somtimes around 3:00 AM July 10th if for no other reason than my own curiosity, curiosity that was kicked into gear so to speak during the half-hour siege by party crashers, when they pounded with their fists and then tried to kick down the barricaded door to 'Spud's room, in such a bizarrely obsessive frenzy the night before at July 9th.

When I left the house that then stood at Badillo and 4th in Covina in the warm summer pre-dawn hours of July 10th 1971, I passed close enough to the big guy in the chair with the moustache, to notice the tiny beads of sweat near the hairline on his forehead, and as we both continued to look at one and other
we exchanged respectfull glances and then I walked through the front door into the warm, balmy morning air on Badillo Street and started my two and a half mile walk home to the Azusa Garden Apartments in Azusa.

During the half hour walk home I tried to figure out just why it was that the party crashers seemed so obsessed on breaking into 'Spud's upstairs bedroom, where 'Spud', Niki and I had barricaded ourselves.
and as the party crashers arrived thereas I was telling 'Spud' some of the more detailed circumstances of March 'bust', the month I spent in jail and the 'snitch' 'frame up' that followed and which was apparently arranged by my Police Science Instructor L.A. Sheriff's Detective-Segeant Ostman two days after my release in April '71.

I told anywhere from one hundred, to possibly two hundred or more freinds, acquaintances and even some strangers I met at parties, about the rather colorful and recent events in my life and the role played by my class instructor, the L.A. Sheriff's Detective-Sergeant as part of my then three month campaign to clear my name since mid-April '71.

As this was the case I really couldn't see as to why my giving 'Spud' Helberg this same information that I did to so many others, like a salesman giving a presentation or an activist stating his case, that my telling 'Spud' all these things would hardly be the cause for the some cops or whoever to the send out the party crashers to break things up.

It then stood to reason that the party crashers were just that: 'party crashers', and so based on my own personal experience I assumed that as these guys were drunk and or possibly 'high' on drugs these guys after going through the first floor and breaking things up, these guys really 'freaked' when they couldn't
break into 'Spud's room, most likely out of frustration and anger.

Then there was the leisurely way in which the party crashers spent so much time the at the Helberg Brother's house and most of it trying to break into 'Spud's room, at least a half hour or more.

This seemed odd as I was walking home in the pre-dawn hours of July 10th because up to that point in my life, I had been to a number of parties were party crashers came to break things up and create havoc, but the party crashers usually split within 5 to 10 minutes, maybe 15 minutes at the most, as they would always want to leave the parties they crashed before the cops came.

I then suddenly remebered how long the Covina Police took to send at least one patrol unit over to the Helberg's Brother's house on Badillo and 4th, especially when the Covina Police Station was there on the same damn street Badillo just past Citrus Blvd. only about a third of a mile away, about a one minute drive or less at 30 miles per hour with the sirens and lights off.

When I thought about it a little more, the way in which the party crashers spent so much time there at the Helberg Brother's house was as if they, the party crashers somehow felt confident that they had plenty of time, almost as if they knew just when the cops were coming.

The more I thought about it on the walk home, the more sure I was that there were plenty of disturbing the peace calls to the Covina Police during that half hour that the party crashers were there, some by neighbors, as well as at least some of people strolling through Covina Park on that hot summer night.
The Helberg's must have had at least few freinds there who would have called the cops to break up the rampage there at their house by the party crashers.

Perhaps Niki's continually eyeing me wasn't so much flirting as it was evidence of deviousness on her part, which made me also wonder: Was she trying to drive a wedge between 'Spud' and I ? Maybe it was a ploy to get my mind off the details that I was giving 'Spud' about my then recent events in jail and the 'snitch' 'frame up' that followed.

Niki had left 'Spud' and I there in his room maybe half an hour before the party crashers came. --- I assumed that she went to get a drink or make a trip to the bathroom. --- I think that she did bring back a drink and possibly one for 'Spud' as well.

What with all the weird shit that had happened to me in the seven months since December '70, especially after my 'bust' on March 12th.

When the mid air crash between Air West DC-9 and the Marine Corp Phantom jet took place in June, just over a week after the plane crash that killed war hero Audie Murphy, it was the first time that I heard about the Western Airlines 720 jetliner crash that killed 4 senior pilots on March 31st.

This was because the March 31st '71 Western Airlines crash at Ontario Airport was cited as having occured only a little over two months before the June 6th 'D Day' mid air between Air West DC-9 and the Marine Phantom jet.

It was then at that time that I remembered that I was under the protection of the Western Airlines purser from March 22nd through April 13th at Biscailuz Center when the Western Airlines 720 crashed at Ontario on March 31st. --- I then remember how the Western purser and our little clique that included the CIA agent in on a drunk driving sentence, and others who were present there were very somber one night, in early April probably the next day after the Western 720 crash ar Ontario Airport.

When I got home to the apartment in Azusa that I shared with my room mates about a 30 to 40 minutes after I left 'Spud's place next to Covina Park I slept a good long while, and for the next two weeks I pretty much spent concentrated on work at the printing plant I worked at in Glendora, 'Treasure Chest' publishing.

 

Wes's Arrival And His Post Mortem Report To Me About The Second Attack On 'Spud's Room Only Minutes After I Left July 10th By The Same Party Crashers That We Kept Out Barricaded Out The Night Before On July 9th --- 'Spud's Hospitalization, Release From Intercommunity Hospital Later That Week --- 'Spud's Readmittance To Intercommunity Hospital And Death There July 17, 1971 Purportedly From Complications From His Head Wound From A Sword That 'Spud' Owned And Was Used By One Of The Assaillants

Two weeks had passed after the I left the Helberg Brother's house on Badillo located just across the 4th Avenue from Covina Park, there in the pre-dawn hours of July 10th, and it was Saturday evening July 24th 1971, and I was there my friend's house Tudor Street in Covina, adjacent to Gladstone High (Upper Left Edge in the montage) and I was chatting on the phone trying to find out where the parties where that night, with Thom who lived there and some other friends who didn't.

A friend of mine dropped in at the place on Tudor Street, in fact it was this very same guy who dropped by the house on Tudor Street, who told me about the party at the Helberg's house in Covina two weeks before on July 9th. --- For reasons of his right to privacy these 44 years later, and the nature of these circumstances and events involved, such as murder, FBI and police surveillance and cover-ups, I'll call him Wes.

I greeted Wes in my usual joking manner as I hadn't seen him in a couple of weeks and he would usually have a witty reply in response, but as I sat there in the big chair next to the phone smoking a cigarette I could see that Wes was unusually somber and serious, and that he had something on his mind.

He started off by telling me that 'Spud' Helberg was dead and that he died at Covina Inter Community Hospital the week before on July 17th 1971, and that this was the result of some party crashers who
came to the Helberg Brother's house on Badillo Street exactly two weeks before on Saturday in the pre-dawn hours, went upstairs to 'Spud's room and broke in, and when 'Spud' tried to defend himself against the half dozen or so party crashers, 'Spud' recieved a sword wound to his head.

Wes then went on to say that after the party crashers gave 'Spud' the head wound with what I concluded must have been 'Spud's own sword, the same one he was playing around with just after the first attack the night before.

After that Wes said that 'Spud' was admitted to Covina Intercommunity Hospital for treatment the day of the atttack which had to have been July 10th. Intercommunity Hospital is still located just north down 4th Avenue and located directly across the street there from Covina Park, only about 200 yards away if that, from the two story house that the Helberg Brothers then leased in 1971, and which then stood at the corner of Badillo Street and 4th Avenue, across the street from the south east corner of Covina Park.

The house was demolished sometime after December 1987 when I saw it last from Covina Park and thereis a commercial building and a parlking lot there now at the corner of Badillo Street and 4th Avenue.

As I sat there in near shock and disbelief, Wes also told me that a day or two after his release, that 'Spud' was readmitted to Covina Intercommunity and that 'Spud' Helberg had reportedly died from complications that arose from the sword wound to his head days later the following Saturday only a week after the July 10th attack by the party crashers, which was Saturday July 17th 1971.

Wes then told me that he was the one that the party crashers were looking for at 'Spud' Helberg's party in Covina, that night on July 9th, as Wes was seeing the sister of one of the assailiants. His real name is Robbie Huhn, and his sister's nick name is 'Stoney'.

'Stoney' was close to another one of my friends at the time of his death, the late Steve Lett, who was to die nine years later in June 1980, in a car crash in Azusa Canyon at age of 27. --- I was drinking with Lett only a couple of hours with before at the same house in Covina on Tudor Street, where Wes was then giving me the low down post mortem on 'Spud's murder on July 24th 1971.

Another one of the party crasher assailants, who was arrested for the attack that resulted in 'Spud's July '71 death, was described by Wes as an older guy in his mid-twenties, and who was reportedly a police informant for the L.A. County Sheriff's, a guy named Gary Johnson.

In the following weeks of that Summer of '71 and on into to that Fall and Winter, I would run into a number of friends who knew 'Spud' Helberg, and who were friends and mutual acquaintances of us both
and they were to all corroborate what Wes was then telling me on July 24th about the details involved in 'Spud's death.

During those weeks and months that followed 'Spud's death in July '71, I also ran into some of our former classmates from 'lab school' in Azusa where 'Spud' and I both attended in 1969 and 1970, and these classmate friends and acquaintances also corroboarted the same information regarding the circumstances and events of 'Spud' Helberg's death that Wes had told me on July 24th .

When Wes had finished telling me what he knew about the circumstances and events that led to 'Spud' Helberg's death, I sat there in amazement and silence before I lit another cigarette and then proceeded to tell Wes precisely what I knew about the first attack by the party crashers, my idea to create the barricade in 'Spud's upstairs bedroom that resulted in the half hour siege that kept 'Spud', his girl NIki and myself safe from harm.

I then realized that it was the cops from the L.A. County Sheriffs who unleashed one of their protected 'snitches' along with the party crashers, and that these guys were responsible for 'Spud's death, I had to consider the very real possibility that 'Spud' might have been murdered over something I told him and so I didn't want to tell Wes too much of what I really thought and knew, lest I send Wes to an untimely death as well.

As I was gratefull to Wes for just having told me about 'Spud's death and 'clued me in' on some pretty important facts, I was nonetheless honor bound to reciprocate by telling just exactly what happened that night up in 'Spud's bedroom the night of July 9th, before during and after the barricade that kept the party crashers out, the late arrival of the Covina cops, 'Spud's partying with his sword and how we partied thereat 'Spud's room at the Helberg Brother's house until I left at sometime around 3:00 AM.

I'm not sure, but I don't think that I said anything about Niki's flirty eyes aimed at me all night, but I might have said she was awfull friendly. --- I also told Wes that I gave 'Spud' my salesman like, presentation about how the April '71 'frame up' at Bicailuz during my Police Science Class tour, as I did to hundred or two hundred others since April in order to clear up any rumors about me being a 'snitch' or a police informant. --- Wes knew all about this as he was one the first people I told

Although Wes didn't say it, I suppose that he had wanted to clear up any rumors that 'Spud's death was possibly caused was by Wes's having slept with the sister of one 'Spud's assailants and maybe Wes wanted to see what I knew, by telling me what he knew.

Even though I mentioned the Western Airlines purser who befriended me in Biscailuz,I never told Wes or anyone else about the guy who CIA and who was also one of my mentors at Biscailuz, or how I thought it might be connected to the apparent nose dive take out of the Western Airlines 720 at Ontario on March 31st killing four Senior Pilots some the purser that I knew had worked with. --- This at the precise same time that I was a fellow inmate with these guys from March 22nd through April 13th, 1971.

Wes and other people may have also known some politically sensitive things that they kept secret from me as well for any number of reasons. --- One incident being the bizarre 'D-Day' mid air over the Bradbury Hills near Azusa and Covina, between the Marine Corp Phantom jet and the Air West DC-9 jetliner June 6, 1971 that revived news reports on the Western Airlines 720 crash at Ontario and my indirect links to via the Western Airlines Purser and the CIA employee who befriended me in jail.

I also never mentioned that I now suspected that 'Spud' may have been drugged, interrogated and murdered, as opposed to his having died of complications from his head wound, although Wes may have saw the wheels in my head turning as I listened to him so attentively as told me what he knew about "Spud's death on July 17th, that was actually murder.

Wes was perceptive as well as intelligent, so I would say that it it was very possible that he and could tell from the expression on my face that what he had just told then on the evening of July 24th, were some pretty big pieces to that puzzle nightmare I call 'Spud' Helberg's murder and the actual circumstance and events of July 9th and 10th 1971 that led up to it.

I was shocked to say the least when Wes told me the news that 'Spud's was dead as the result of a second pre-dawn, sneak attack only minutes after I left at around 3:00 AM by the same party crashers that 'Spud', Niki and I had successfully barricaded out the night before, and the names of some of the party crashers, one a police 'snitch' for the Sheriff's credited with 'Spud's death.

And after I told Wes all the eight-hour time period that I spent with 'Spud' and Niki before and into the very morning of the second attack that later resulted in 'Spud's death, as it was only fair to do so, Wes and I smoked 'joint' as we listened to some rock on FM radio station as to let all the news sink in, and we then changed the subject to clear the air a bit.

I don't exactly recall if I left for a party from the house in Covina behind Gladstone High on Tudor Street, the same street I grew up on since late 1957, and which at that time was presently July 24th 1971 where I got the news about 'Spud' that night though I suppose that I probably did if for no other reason than to get my mind off his, 'Spud's murder.

Regardless of where I went or what I did that night on July 24th 1971, I'm sure that I spent the rest of it thinking about the fact that one of the party crashers, Gary Johnson was reportedly a 'snitch' for the L.A. Sheriff's in San Dimas and then how was telling 'Spud' and Niki about my Police Science Intructor at Citrus College, L.A. Sheriff's Detective-Sergeant 'Al' Ostman who operated from the same Sheriff's Station where and who the alleged 'snitch' Johnson was reportedly 'snitching' for.

I then thought about just what might have been so very different about what I may have told 'Spud' about the my recent stint in L.A. County Jail and Biscailuz Center and the slick little 'snitch' 'frame up' scam that my Police Science Intructor at Citrus College, L.A. Sheriff's Detective-Sergeant 'Al' Ostman had so elaborately arranged only two days after my April 13th release from jail.

It then reasoned that perhaps 'Spud' was quizzing about the 'snitch' 'frame up' scam in manner that brought to light and more fully exposed the underlying covert political motives involved, as there were moments prior to the first attack and siege on 'Spud's room from about 8:00 to 9:00 PM that the combination of 'Spud's genuine interest in what I had to say about the 'frame' and prompted me to more forthcoming and give 'Spud' more sensitive information, than I would have otherwise.

As I started going over the events of that night in 'Spud's room on July 9th I recalled that although I started to give 'Spud' and Niki the same saleman like presentation like account of my March '71 'bust', and incarceration until April 13th, and the 'snitch' 'frame up' that followed on April 15th, as I had been doing for the last three months, for some reason or other I felt relaxed enough to speak to give 'Spud' more detailed information than I ever gave anyone else on these matters.

Most, if not almost everyone else that I gave this same presentation to sat and listened to me therein various degrees of interest, ranging from very interested to slightly interested, along with those is some groups who were either disinterested, distracted or too 'stoned' or too drunk to pay much attention to what I had to say about my then recent adventures in and out of jail in March and April 1971.

With 'Spud' it was very different somehow. --- Maybe it was because that he knew about the way 'lab school' principal Mr. Geogio put me under his own personal surveillance during that time that 'Spud', I and two others all did mescaline in Mrs. Dibley's class, and how 'Gabby' Greg B. had started yelling out: 'Westbrook's on mescaline! Westbrook's on mescaline!! as Georgio stood only a few feet from me, pretending to watch the film that was being shown in one of my afternoon classes there.

'Spud' knew that I was target by authorities and I think he was curious to find out why? and now this thing with my 'bust' at Gladstone High a year later in 1971and the 'snitch' 'frame up' when I got of jail by a Sheriff's Detective-Sergeant who was my Police Science instructor no less.

I suppose it was this latest incident reminded 'Spud' of that day at 'lab school' where we both did mescaline and I was put under surveillance as 'Gabby' the 'snitch' was 'ratting me out' in front of Georgio as I was 'stoned'.

One might say that it was the 'mescaline' incident, a few other less complicated events and our daily routines thereat the Sierra Vista 'lab school' in Azusa that made us more like acquaintances than friends, as we never did associate with one and other off campus, during the seven and a half month time period
that I attended school there from what must have been late October 1969 through the first week of June 1970. --- I should add that I may have seen 'Spud' Helberg at a party two during that time but I was probably so 'stoned' on barbituates that I may have forgotten it.

Another likely possible explanation that prompted 'Spud' and I to greet one and other like old comrades when we met at the house across fron Covina Park, only seconds after I had arrived and walked through the 'rave like' atmosphere of jam packed kitchen filled with kids partying, drinking and carrying on, and the fact that we were both slightly 'stoned' and when we both saw each other, that it brought back some funny memories from the time we both spent at 'lab school' and the electrically charged atmosphere there caused us to look at one and other and laugh at each with something akin to a mutual respect.

Assuming that it was the spontaneity of the party mood at 'Spud's house party on the night of July 9th 1971, and that tiny bit of history that we both shared at 'lab school' in '69 and '70, might also best explain how my standard, routine presentation like 'P.R.' campaign to clear my name from the April '71 'snitch' 'frame up' engineered by my shadowy like Police Science Instructor the Sheriff's Detective with probable CIA and FBI links --- had now suddenly turned into more of a conversation with 'Spud', which as I recall at times, had evolved into something more like debriefing by 'Spud'.

It's possible that other people might have been interested therein my then rather colorful personal history and that it was suggested to 'Spud' to 'coincidentally' meet me there in the kitchen in order to grant me an audience at house party at the Helberg Brother's house in Covina the night of July 9th 1971
as they knew I would definitely give 'Spud' my routine presentation to clear my name from the April '71 'snitch' 'frame up', whereby as per this possible scenario, 'Spud' was better able to elicit more detailed information from me, and thereby turn my P.R. presentation into into something more like a debriefing.

As bizarre as this might sound one only has to read Part 3 Sub part 2 of "1979"/1979westbrook.com about all the plane crashes, assasinations and the unprecedented 'Rare Speech' given by then CIA Director Richard Helms on April 14th, the day after my release from Biscailuz Center on April 13th and where I had connections with a Western Airlines purser and someone who was CIA, along with a host of
colorfull characters that ranging from criminals, thugs, bikers, dopers, vets, etc.

The nose dive crash of the Western Airlines 720 jetliner in Ontario March 31st when I was locked with these guys from March 22nd through April 13th suggest that these four senior pilots killed in the crash had some CIA connections themselves and that the crash was used as cover to conceal the fact that the pilots were interogated and murdered prior to the crash.

Wes's Revelations That One of The 'Party Crashers' Was A Sheriff's 'Snitch' During
The First Attack July 9th Confirms My Suspicions That 'Spud' And I Were The Targets

When Wes told me that one of the party crashers named Gary Johnson was 'snitch' for the L.A. Sheriff's, it meant that he had to be working for the Deputies out the San Dimas Station. --- I was stunned as well and rather gratified by this news as it made a solid connection between what I told 'Spud' about the my March '71 'bust', and incarceration until April 13th, and the 'snitch' 'frame up' that followed on April 15th, that involved the L.A. Sheriffs from start to finish.

In fact it was my then Police Science instructor at Citrus College from January through May 25th 1971, Sheriff's Detective-Sergeant 'Al' Ostman who was the guy I was telling 'Spud' all about that night and how arranged the clever 'snitch frame' scam on me two days after my release, by way of the Sheriff's Academy tour April 15th that made look like a 'Snitch', or an undercover cop in front of my then recently
former inmate-trustees from Biscailuz Center two days before, as the Academy was staffed by trustees from Biscailuz.

It then made sense that one of the party crashers who was a 'snitch' for the San Dimas Sheriff's, had made such an effort to bust in 'Spud' Helberg's upstairs bedroom to put a stop to my standard 'P.R.' like presentation to 'Spud' regarding my March arrest, April release and the 'snitch' 'frame up'. ---The 'snitch' had been ordered to target 'Spud's upstairs bedroom at the house across the from Covina Park where my standard 'P.R.' presentation I had given more than a hundred times, was starting to become a rather more detailed debriefing that 'Spud' was giving me, during that first hour we spent there with his girl Niki from about 8:00 to sometime around 9:00 PM on July 9th, just prior to the arrival of the party crashers.

The Sheriff's 'Snitch' & Party Crashers Half Hour Siege Against The 'Barricade' In 'Spud's Room
--- Their Departure Coinciding With The Arrival Of The Covina Cops Like 'Tag Team' Wrestlers

Wes's revelation about the Sheriff's 'snitch' being one of the party crashers also explained the leisurely and carefree way in which they went about their business downstairs, like it was a home invasion as they beat people, yelled and bullied the party goers there into submission.

Then there was the move upstairs by the party crasher, and how they seemed to target 'Spud's room but were unable to enter because of my idea to barricade the door with 'Spud's bed and bedroom furniture.
I thought it rather odd how they spent about a half hour, beating on the door and trying to kick it in.

It was as though that they, the party crashers knew that had a free reign to do whatever they wanted to, at the Helberg Brother's house on Badillo across from Covina Park, as they knew exactly when the Covina Police were coming, as it's highly likely that there was an unmarked unit, or some Sheriffs Deputies using one of the own personal vehicles parked right across the street on 4th Avenue at Covina Park.

As per this scenario party crasher/ Sheriff's 'snitch' Gary Johnson could the contact the cops by simply walking across the street to recieve instructions during the first attack on 'Spud's room July 9th and later during the second attack on July 10th just after I left 'Spud's in Covina for home in Azusa, at around 3:00 AM July 10th 1971.

The Sheriff's could easily signal back with toots on their car's horn and or possibly signals from flashlights as well. --- There was also the phone inside the house where the party crasher 'snitch' Gray Johnson could make phone calls to his masters at the San Dimas Station and give them updates during the unexpected half hour long siege of 'Spud's room upstairs, thanks to the barricade I thought to put together to keep the crashers out,with the help of 'Spud', and Niki.

I feel that I should that assuming that Niki was a 'snitch' or a police informant etc. that she could hardly refuse helping to build the 'barricade' that kept the other Sheriff's 'snitch' and his party crashers from
breaking down 'Spud's door as this would have 'outed' her as an informant or police 'snitch' herself.

If One Of The Party Crashers Was A Sherrif's 'Snitch', Was Niki A Sheriffs 'Snitch' Too ?
--- Her Absence From The Room Prior To The Party Crashers Arrival & Siege On 'Spud's Room
--- Niki's Continuous Flirting In 'Spud's Room From 8:00 PM Until 3:00 AM When I Left
--- Niki Never Contacted Me, I Gave 'Spud' Phone Numbers & Told Them My Address

As the night of July 24th 1971 went on, I was still reeling from Wes's revelations of the second attack on 'Spud's upstairs bedroom only minutes after I left him and his girl Niki in the pre-dawn hours of July 10th, the head wound 'Spud' received from the sword wound attack, his hospitalization, his release, 'Spud's re-hospitalization and subsequent death purportedly as the result of complications from the head wound.

The whole thing about one of the party crashers being a Sheriff's 'snitch' was the real piece of information really confirmed my suspicions that the Sheriff's unleashed the party crashers on 'Spud' and I the night on the night of July 9th and later after I left next morning.

When I first saw 'Spud' with Niki there in the kitchen of the Helberg Brother's house across from Covina Park, jam packed with teenage revellers and party animals in their twenties, only minutes after my arrival there, apart from my genuine surprise and delight at seeing old comrade from 'lab school' so soon after I got there in the midst of what must have been a hundred or more people downstairs with more spilling out into the backyard.

What surprised me even more was my seeing Niki, a girl who I hadn't seen May of 1967 back at Center Intermediate School there therewith 'Spud' from 'lab school', as I would have never thought that Niki would go for guy like 'Spud', although I must admit that the both did make for a rather attractive couple that night.

I had enough of a history with Niki as schoolmate to know she was a straight A student, who for a time was the girlfreind of kid from my neighborhood clique' in Covina, but who I knew also had slightly wild streak what the little 'make out' parties that she, I and other kids from Center School had from time to time. --- This all said there she was with 'Spud' that night and they both looked great together.

I then had to ask myself if one of the party crashers was a Sheriff's 'snitch', were other people there at the Helberg Brother's house across from Covina Park that night working for the L.A. Sheriffs. --- This brought to my mind the matter of Niki's rather curious and bizarrely flirtatious behavior towards me.

Almost as soon as the three of us, 'Spud', Niki and I had arrived in his upstairs bedroom at just after 8:00 PM on July 9th, and this continued on until just before 9:00 PM with the arrival of the party crashers downstairs. --- Practically the only time she wasn't flirting with me during that first hour there was when she left 'Spud's room for about 10 minutes or possibly longer.

As I was still reeling from Wes's revelations that one of th party crashers was a Sheriff's 'snitch' at my friend's house in Covina on the night of July 24th --- I had to ask myself if it was possible that Niki was some kind of a 'mole' for the San Dimas L.A. Sheriffs on the night of the Helberg Brothers house party in Covina, then only two weeks and a day before on July 9th 1971.

If Niki was, did she talk to the Sheriffs and told them how interested 'Spud' was in what I had to tell him about my then recent events in jail and the 'snitch' 'frame up' after I got out by my then Police Science Instructor L.A. Sheriffs Detective Sergeant Ostman who also worked out the San Dimas Station, where the Sheriffs in turn sent over one their reputed 'sniches' Gary Johnson over to the Helberg's house with some party crashers, in order to bust into 'Spud' room to break up what had evolved from telling 'Spud' about my jail stint and the 'snitch' 'frame up', that turned into a kind of debriefing session with ,'Spud'.

Was Niki's flirting, by using her eyes and mouth, only just inches out of 'Spud's view just flirting ? Was she looking to try out two guys at once that night ? In those days I was still too self-conscious, and too embarrassed to try anything like that.

I was a bit confused as I supposed that 'Spud' could read my facial expressions if not my thoughts as well and could tell that I was a bit confused as I acted like nothing was going on.

Maybe it was the girls in the Cadillac convertable, that were cruising around in my old neighborhood in Covina, trying to recruit my friends and I for some free, wine, women, sex and drugs offer, then only a couple of years before in the summer of 1969. --- They were offering us to have sex with one or both of them, if we agreed to drive off with them to Azusa Canyon or some other remote location to party.

My freinds and all turned down these offers there at different times, as there was something just a little too easy about the girls and their offer to take us out in the woods seemed full of unknown dangers.

We never did find out what the convertable girls were up to as my friends and I declined, their seemingly generous offers, but most of us lived on to see and hear the TV and radio news reports, and read newspaper articles about missing teens, satanic rituals and such in and around the L.A. area in 1969, and the following months and years to come. --- The Manson Family murders of July '69 took place at just about that time, whether it was before or afterI really couldn't say

As I really wasn't convinced that Niki was really that into me, I had to consider that it was just innocent flirting as many young girls would do then at that time, but from what I knew about Niki back in middle school I really didn't think so.

Was it evidence of her, Niki's disloyalty to 'Spud' there, quite literally behind his back only inches away from his head? --- Was there another ulterior motive such as to distract me and thus hinder my ability to give 'Spud' a detailed account of my then recent misadventures, topped of by the April 'snitch' 'frame up' and my 'P.R.' campaign to clear my name?

The fact that Niki had left the room for a good ten minutes of more in that hour, would have given her the opportunity to contact someon with the Sheriffs either thereat the party or just across the street at Covina Park, were Niki some kind of a 'plant' or 'snitch' as was one of the party crashers.--- It wouldn't be until two years later in August of 1973 before I would find out just what Niki's game was thereon the night July of 9th on into the hours of July 10, 1971.

Even during that first hour that the three of us, 'Spud', Niki and I were there in 'Spud's room in that hour just prior to the first attack by the party crashers at about 9:00 PM on July 9th 1971, by reading the rather subtle expressions on 'Spud's face and the look in his eyes, that he somehow knew that Niki was pulling her flirting routine.

Niki was so free, and apparently so well practiced at her flirting routine that I would imagine that she had tried flirting with some of 'Spud's friends and his fellow musicians that he jammed with . --- If this was the case one or more of his friends and bandmates must have let 'Spud' know about.

I suppose it's possible that maybe Niki wanted to 'do' me and or both of us that night, which wasn't so far fetched as it might sound to some, I had had offer such offers up to that point in time in on July 9th 1971, there in 'Spud' Heleberg's upstairs bedroom at the house on Badillo across from Covina Park.

As I had known Niki a for a couple of years back in the seventh and eighth grade from September '66 to May '67, I got to know her a bit from class, this plus the fact that she was the girlfriend of friend of mine who was part of neighborhood street clique in Covina for a while. --- I also went steady with one of her girlfriends for a while as well.

During a chat I had with Niki sometime in 1967, I beleive it was at her parent's house in Azusa, she told me that she was of Russian descent and that her last name Walen was anglicized from Walenkovich or something like it. --- She was a 'foxey', flirty little bitch, who even back then I didn't trust somehow but was curious about her nonetheless. --- I got the impression that she, Niki was part of something shady somehow.

Now here it is four years later on the night of July 24th 1971 and I find out that one of the best nights of my life, from just after 8:00 PM July 9th through 3:00 AM July 10th 1971 has resulted in the death of a high school acquainatance, who I became fast friend's with as the result of a siege and our barricade that kept them out, the friend being 'Spud' Helberg.

His girl Niki there at 'Spud's side all that same night into the morning giving me the eye, for reasons that aren't what they seem, but rather to distract me somehow and to keep me from talking to 'Spud' during what started out as my well practised speech about the April '71 'snitch' 'frame up' through a Police Science class I took. --- My speech had become conversation that I would say had become sort of a debriefing of me by 'Spud' from the night July 9th on into the pre dawn hours of July 10th 1971.

 

Maybe I'm wrong, but the overall impression that I got from 'Spud' during most of the eight hour time period I spent with 'Spud' and on the night of July 9th until the early AM hours of July 10th was that he was a little wary Niki himself and that he genuinely interested in listening to my account of the bizarrely convoluted, chain of events that comprised that slice of my life starting with my arrest March 12th through April 15th 1971 with the Police Science Clas tour that had turned in vehicle to 'frame' me as 'snitch' or an uncover cop.

At first it struck me as odd that Niki hadn't gotten word to me about 'Spud's in light of the fact that it was after all my idea and suggestion to 'Spud' and Niki to help me construct the barricade that had so successfully barred the party crashers from 'Spud's upstairs bedroom on the night of July 9th, whereby thanks to the Covina Cops, the Sheriff's 'snitch' that led these same party crashers were to return only minutes after I left 'Spud' and Niki at the house across from Covina Park, at sometime around 3:00 AM July 10th to inflict the fatal head wound that purportedly resulted in 'Spud's death by July 17th 1971.

Then again the way in which Niki was acting so weird the night flirting with me so flagrantly and all, this plus the fact that she had left the room prior to the attack by the party crashers that prompted us to barricade the door made me wonder that night I found out about 'Spud's death on July 24th at my freind's house in Covina, if Niki wasn't an informant for the Sheriffs as was the leader of the party crashers, reputed 'snitch' Gary Johnson.

If Niki was a 'snitch' for the San Dimas Sheriffs and or possibly the FBI as well, it then also stood to reason that in the days after 'Spud's death, Niki wouldn't have wanted to face me and have me, the ever inquistive, sometimes overly perceptive clever little guy that I am,

Once I started quizzing her about the second attack only minutes after I left, I would no doubt find inconsistencies in her story, and could watch her for any signs or traces of guilt and fear that might be in her eyes or facial expression and then the lies and cover-up that had apparently already started, would all start to unravel.

And assumimg that she, Niki was a police and Sheriff's 'snitch' like one the assailant - party crashers who was then charged with 'Spud's death, it stood to reason that her contacts with the Sheriff's and police would have told her to not contact me about 'Spud's death which was actually murder.

Niki and 'Spud' both knew I worked at the Treasure Chest Publishing company, and had couple of phone numbers to reach me at, as I had written it all down before I left them both on the morning of July 10th
1971. --- After all that drama, comedy and comradery with 'Spud' up there in his bedroom from the night of July 9th until just around 3:00 July 10th, any girlfriend with any real feelings for her boyfreind, namely 'Spud' Helberg, would have at least left a message at anyone of the three phone numbers to let me know about 'Spud's death.

However a 'snakey', 'two timing' bitch, police 'snitch wouldn't have contacted me especially if Niki was in contact with San Dimas Sheriffs just prior to the first attack by the party crashers led by reputed Sheriff's 'snitch' Gary Johnson, as she would have wanted to keep it secret from me for as long as possible.

Someone 'Tipped Off' The Sheriff's Snitch And His Party Crasher Buddies When To Return Only Minutes After I Left Spud's House Around 3:00 AM July 10th --- The Place Must Have Been Surveillance When I Left At 3:00 AM July 10th --- The Guy Who Eyed Me As I Went Out Was He Part Of That Surveillance ? --- If So Was Niki Talking To Him Or Some Cops Outside?

I further concluded there on the night of July 24th 1971, that whereas the party crashers mounted the half hour long siege on 'Spud's upstairs bedroom at the rented house across from Covina Park, from about 9:00 to 9:30 PM on July 9th and were led by a reputed L.A. Sheriff's 'snitch' Gary Johnson, that other additional Sheriff's 'snitches' there inside and or possibly Sheriff's Detectives, were outside the Helberg Brother's house, to call in the return of the Johnson and his party crashers to attack 'Spud's room once again only minutes after I left at about 3:00 AM on July 10th.

Although I didn't realize it at the time back in the pre-dawn hours of July 10th, after what Wes had told me about one of the party crashers being a Sheriff's 'snitch' on the evening of July 24th, the more that I
thought about it, the slightly nervous, 'wired' demeanor about the neatly groomed big guy in the big chair when I left 'Spud's place that made me wonder if he wasn't a Sheriff's Deputy, as he didn't quite strike me as police informant or a 'snitch'.

Now the more that I thought about it, then some two weeks later on July 24th, the big guy in the big chair reminded me of the training recruits that I saw at the Sheriff's Academy in East L.A., during my guided tour there with Sheriff's Deputies my Police Science Class and Detective-Sergeant Ostman our class instructor on April 15th three months before.

This was the tour that made me look like a 'snitch' or an undercover cop to my then recently former fellow inmate-trustees at Biscailcuz who were then on duty working at the Sheriff's Academy.

If Niki was in fact working with the Sheriff's on July 9th and 10th she would have known that the cops and presumably the FBI as well had my departure covered.

I recall that Niki had in fact left 'Spud's upstairs bedroom, at least once and very possibly twice during that first hour that I spent there with 'Spud' and Niki both, from about 8:00 to 9:00 PM July 9th, up until the first attack on 'Spud's room and the barricade that kept the party crashers out. --- If Niki was in fact a
'snitch' she would have ample opportunity to speak with her contacts with the police and sheriffs during that time.

During that five hour time period after the Covina cops left the Helberg's place across from the park at sometime around 10:00 PM July 9th and my departure at around 3:00 AM July 10th, I had to wonder that if Niki was some kind of police informant, as was one of the party crashers, then Niki would have had a number of opportunities to talk to contacts in the Sheriffs downstairs. --- Niki left 'Spud's room at least three, if not probably four times during that five hour time period.

It wouldn't be until two years later in August 1973 that NIki would reveal her role as police 'snitch' during a carefully prearranged ambush at the West Covina Courts, when she accused me of all people therewith complicity in 'Spud' Helberg's murder, there in front of a cheering section she brought with her as I spoke to a friend of mine, a mechanic from Baldwin Park.

I Knew The Covina Police & San Dimas Sheriff's Would Never Contact Me About The Barricade In 'Spud's Room That Kept The Party Crashers Out On July 9th As A Sheriff's 'Snitch' Was Amongst The Party Crashers --- There Was Also The Half Hour Delay The Covina Cops Gave To Let The Party Crashers Escape --- This In Order To Let The Crashers Come Back Five Hours Later On July 10th To Inflict The Fatal Wound That Resulted In 'Spud's Death July 17th

If the death of Laran 'Spud' Helberg, age 19 was treated as most any ordinary murder in Los Angeles County in 1971, and if one the assailants wasn't an L.A. Sheriff's 'snitch' who I contend was called upon by his law enforcement masters to lead a pack of party crashers on two raids at the Helberg Brother's house that then stood on Badillo Street across from Covina park in July 1971, the Covina Police and L.A. Sheriff's Homicide would have contacted me regarding the first attack and siege on 'Spud's upstairs bedroom July 9th prior to the second attack only minutes after I left at about 3:00 AM July 10th 1971.

But as the crimes that purportedly led to 'Spud's were apparently ordered by elements of the L.A. Sheriffs in San Dimas, presumably in conjunction with the Division 5 / Internal Security department of the FBI, in conjunction with other U.S. governmental and military intel orgs and agencies, 'Spud's July 1971 murder was covered up from start to finish.

I can only speculate as to the political motives for 'Spud's murder that took place at the during the post-McCarthy era Cold War and at the height of the Vietnam War, which wasn't even a decleared war, but rather mega-multi billion dollar military fiasco, that had no clear or real objectives, militarily, politically or otherwise.

From a covert intelligence point of view however, I can only conclude that 'Spud's murder was most definitely prompted by what turn out to have been what I had told from the night of July 9th on through about 3:00 AM on July 10th 1971 regarding my relationship with L.A. County Detective Sergeant 'Al' Ostman, who then on April 15th 1971 was my college Police Science Instructor and a key player in the
plan to 'frame' me as a 'snitch' or an uncover cop during our class tour of the L.A. Sheriff's Academy in East Los Angeles.

Neither the Covina Police or Sheriff's Homicide Detectives ever tried to contact me about the events that purportedly resulted in 'Spud' Helberg's death that entire summer of 1971 as it wouldn't have been hard to find me, either at work in Glendora, my then home in Azusa or at any one of number of places, such as the 'hang outs' in Covina and Azusa that I then frequented during that time in the remaining Summer and Fall of 1971

The leisurely and carefree way in which the party crashers went about their business downstairs, like it was a home invasion as they beat people, yelled and bullied the party goers there into submission and the even more lackadaisical way in which the Covina Cops took a half hour to arrive at the Helberg house there on the same street Badillo, less than a one minute drive away, without sirens and lights, wouldn't have looked good in print in the L.A. Times and other local papers.

Heaven forbid the local radio and TV stations should pick up the story about how the Covina cops let some party crashers go and how the came back les than six hours later to inflict a head wound on 'Spud' that later resulted in his death.

This was at a time in July 1971 when the usually timid San Gabriel Valley Tribune newspaper and NBC TV both carried the story about the Burbank Police attempts to 'frame' the most decorated American Hero of World War II Audie Murphy on bogus drug charges, just before Murphy's suspiciouly timed plane crash at the start of Memorial Day May 28th 1971 in some remote location in eastern Virginia.

The Feds, Cops & Sheriffs Knew That I Wouldn't Risk A Probation Violation By Volunteering Any Testimony To Them Or The L.A. D.A.'s Office About The Attack On 'Spud's Room July 9th --- They Also Counted On My Silence As It Would Hurt My Then 3 Month Long 'P.R.' Campaign To Clear My Name From The April '71 'Snitch' 'Frame Up' At The Sheriff's Academy

Covina cops and San Dimas Sheriffs as well as the FBI in Los Angeles and other Intel orgs that I contend were the real powers behind 'Spud's murder also knew I was reluctant to walk into the local Sheriff's station or pay a visit to the Covina Police for fear of having my probation violated and being sent back to the L.A. County prison system to finish out the remainder of my six-month sentence.

By July '71, I had already spent the last three months telling everyone I knew and even some kids and other people I didn't know, all about my misadventures as a 'Teenage Werewolf' like barbituate freak that landed me in L.A. County Jail and Biscailuz County Prison as the result of my bust at Gladstone High back on March 12th, 1971 as well as basic outline of the month long chain of convoluted circumstances and events that followed on through to April 15,1971. --- I must have recounted these better than a 100 times or more by the night of the party at the Helberg Brother's house in Covina July 9th.

As this was my then situation in July 1971, regardless of the actual circumstances and events of 'Spud's murder, l told everyone I knew but hadn't yet had the opportunity to tell, all about the April '71 'snitch' 'frame up' against me and which was directed by my then Police Science Class Instructor L.A. Sheriffs Detective-Sergeant Ostman.

Had I voluteered any information to the Covina cops and the San Dimas Sheriffs that were responsible the July 9th and July 10th attacks that later resulted in 'Spud' Helberg's death on July 17th 1971 and who were then presently covering the whole thing up, it would most definitely have undermined my attempts to clear my name as 'snitch' or an undercover cop of some sort.

The same law enforcement agencies would then no doubt also incorporate any statements I voluteered to them about 'Spud's murder in July '71 therewith the circumstances and events of the April '71 'frame up' of me as a 'snitch' or an undercover cop, and have their legions of 'snitches' and 'stoolies' put the word out me as well.

My July 24th '71 Conclusions That 'Spud' Helberg Became A Security Risk To Future Plans To 'Frame Me' By L.A. Sheriffs, The FBI & Other Govermental & Military Intelligence Orgs --- This
As The Result Of What I Told 'Spud' July 9th & 10th --- The July 10th Attack Only Minutes After I Left 'Spud' & Niki At About 3:00 AM In Which 'Spud' Sustained Injuries That Purportedly Resulted His Death By July 17th, Proved Connections Between All These Events To Me

It light of all the bizarre machinations and covert contrivences by the L.A. Sheriff's and Covina Police, with the FBI and other intel orgs that I contend were also involved in 'Spud' Helberg's July 1971 murder and the cover up that followed days later --- my conclusions July 24th 1971 were that the politically sensitive information that I had given 'Spud' during that eight hour time period that I spent with 'Spud' and his girl Niki, from the night of July 9th until about 3:00 AM July 10th 1971 hade Made 'Spud' Helberg a kind of 'Security Risk' to the then long range plans.

These plans were presumably originated by the FBI's Internal Security Branch / Division 5 along with elements of the CIA then involved in illegal domestic covert operations and very possibly other Federal and Military Intel Orgs such as the DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency) to name only one.

In order to put things in better perspective with regard to the statements I made to 'Spud' and the conversations we had from about 8:00 PM July 9th until around 3:00 AM July 10th 1971, I would note that the FBI's COINTELPRO program war against the American kids who were politcally left was still going strong.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia December 12, 2015

COINTELPRO (an acronym for COunter INTELligence PROgram) was a series of covert, and at times illegal,[1][2] projects conducted by the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) aimed at surveilling, infiltrating, discrediting, and disrupting domestic political organizations.[3]

"The complete collection of political documents ripped-off from the F.B.I. office in Media, Pa., March 8, 1971"* was published for the first time as the March, 1972 issue of WIN Magazine, a journal associated with the War Resisters League. The documents revealed the COINTELPRO operation,[1] and led to the Church Committee and the cessation of this operation by the FBI. Noam Chomsky has stated:
(*My 18th birthday J. T. Westbrook)
According to its analysis of the documents in this FBI office, 1 percent were devoted to organized crime, mostly gambling; 30 percent were "manuals, routine forms, and similar procedural matter"; 40 percent were devoted to political surveillance and the like, including two cases involving right-wing groups, ten concerning immigrants, and over 200 on left or liberal groups. Another 14 percent of the documents concerned draft resistance and "leaving the military without government permission." The remainder concerned bank robberies, murder, rape, and interstate theft.[2]

I should also add that the CIA's covert MK-ULTRA mind control and behavior modification activities involving assassination and other forms of state sponsored terrorism were also in full swing, at locations all across the United States in 1971.

The two books below are based on well documented records, and reports that weren't destroyed in the early 1970's , and reliable testimony and first hand accounts by some of the CIA Mind Control specialist themselves. There are a number of well written books on CIA mind control projects here are two that I believe are among the best.

A few notable recent current events that took place in the days and weeks prior to the the time I spent with 'Spud' Helberg and his girl Niki at 'Spud's upstairs room across from Covina Park on July 9th through 10th 1971, which serves at least in part as the political and historical back drop in Covina, California and Los Angeles County and in July 1971, was the June 6th 1971 'mid air' between an Air West DC-9 -- and a Marine Corp Phantom Jet over the Bradbury Hills, a wilderness area only about 10 miles or so from the Helberg Brother's house at the corner of Badillo and 4th in Covina.

During that 8 hours long time period from July 9th to July 10th 1971, that I spent talking and conversing with 'Spud' Helberg as his girl Niki mostly listened, I'm pretty sure that one of the recent events, that 'Spud' and I talked about was the the mid-air between crash between the Air West DC-9 jet and the Marine Corp Phantom jet over the Bradbury Hills.

As the mid air collision between the civillian jetliner and the military fighter jet was such a bizarre, unexpected disaster, that I had never been heard of before, at least in L.A. County, and as it was so very close to home it made the whole thing weirder still, I'm fairly sure that it must hace made for some rather interesting conversation for 'Spud' and I.

I had to wonder if the mid air between the Marine Corp Phantom jet and the Air West DC-9 wasn't possiby more of an air to air situation compliments of the Phantom jet and as it was billionaire recluse Howard Hughes who owned the airline known as Air West, through the Hughes Air West corporation name, I would imagine that 'Spud' and I joked how the mid air over Bradbury made the reportedly over cautious Hughes, even more paranoid.

During my then ongoing campaign then in it's third month, to clear my reputation from the damage done as the result of the April '71 'frame up' scam during my Police Science class tour of the L.A. Sheriff's Acacdemy, during my salesman like presentation that usually took only about 5 to 10 minutes depending on how interested or disinterested the individuals or small groups I talking to about the 'frame up' were,
I would occasionally add diferent details regarding my month long stretch in L.A. County Jail and Biscailuz Center from mid-March to mid-April 1971.

This was because my presentation about the April '71 'snitch' 'frame up' seemed to get stale and repetitive, telling it time after time and all, this plus the fact if one or more of my listeners seemed to be more interested than most it would encourage me to be more forthcoming with details regarding the 'snitch' 'frame up' and this most always applied to those of my listeners who asked me any questions regarding the situation.

Over that eight hour time period that I spent with 'Spud' and Niki therein his upstairs bedroom from
the night of July 9th on through the pre dawn hours of July 10th, unlike many if not possibly most all the people that I told about the April '71 'snitch' 'frame up' over the last few months, I'm sure that I must have told 'Spud' quite a few extra details about my month long incarceration that was an integral part of the 'frame up' contrived to make me look like a 'snitch' or undercover cop.

One of these extra details that I told 'Spud' on July 9th was that one of my protectors and friends during my brief stay as an inmate-trustee at Biscailuz Center county prison was a purser employed by Western Airlines, whilst I was a working inmate-trustee there from March 22nd through the morning of April 13th 1971.

As I have stated earlier I suppose that this eight hour time period that I spent with 'Spud' and Niki that it seemed like 'Spud' was debriefing me at times, and his interest and questions prompted me to give 'Spud' details that I had not given anyone else.

When I told all this to 'Spud' on July 9th through July 10th, I really can't say as to whether or not 'Spud' was able to associate news of the bizarre nose dive crash of the Western Airlines 720 B jetliner at Ontario Airport on March 31, 1971, reportedly killing 4 Senior Western Airlines pilots, there with the fact that I was under the protection of a Western Airlines purser in Biscailuz Center at precisely the same time.

I really can't say if mentioned anything about the inmate at Biscailuz who was CIA, and who was in for drunk driving, and who was a friend of the Western Airlines purser as well as one of my mentors there, but as I was so overly garalous that night of July 9th that it's a very possible that I may have mentioned it to 'Spud' Helberg in relation to the Western Airlines purser.

News of the Western Airlines 720 B jetliner at Ontario Airport on March 31, 1971 appeared in many in most of the L.A. newspaper articles, as well as the TV and radio news reports covedring the June 6th 1971 mid air over the over the Bradbury Hills between the Air West DC-9 jetliner and Marine Corp Phantom Jet as the two commercial aviation disasters, or plane crashes if you prefer took place just over two months apart.

And only a week before the June 6th 1971 'mid air' between an Air West DC-9 jetliner -- and a Marine Corp Phantom Jet over the Bradbury Hills near Duarte and Azusa, on May 28th, there was the Memorial Day Weekend plane crash that killed America's most decorated World War II hero, Audie Murphy thereat another remote wilderness location in the hills of eastern Virginia.

 

There was also the matter of the attempted 'frame up' of Audie Murphy by the Burbank Police on bogus drug charges prior to his reported plane crash death at the start of the Memorial Day weekend on May 28th 1971, and the story was picked up by KNBC in mid-July 1971 at which time a newspaper article on the Murphy 'frame up' was published in the local San Gabriel Valley Tribune in mid July of '71 as well.

This was after a series of rigged events and criminal therein the last months of Murphy's life in 1970, all of which were later dropped against the man who was one of America's greatest war heros ever.
A news article in the wake of Audie Murphy's death by journalist Jack Nelson that appeared in the L.A. Times reported that Murphy was working to get 'mob' controlled labor union leader Jimmie Hoffa out of prison in the days leading up to his death.

Jimmie Hoffa was reportedly a childhood freind Earl Ruby (Rubenstien) the brother of Dallas nightclub
owner Jack Ruby who was also reputedly the 'mob bagman' for Dallas Police. --- Jack Ruby was the second 'lone nut' gunman, who shot the first 'lone nut' gunman Lee Harvey Oswald therein the Dallas Police parking garage, an event that was covered live nationwide on ABC, NBC and CBS television on November 24th 1963, presumbly after Jack Ruby had finished his 'mob bagman' duties with the Dallas Police. --- The result was that the media hyped 'lone nut' Oswald never lived to clear his name, where as dead assassination 'pastsies' tell no tales.

War Hero Murphy's death in that last week of May 1971 took place within only hours of the Federal District Court ruling in Louisiana barring New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison from prosecuting Clay Shaw, an associate of Jack Ruby's, from prosecution for perjury in court proceeding in which Shaw's had reportedly perjured himself.

It's all very possible, if not highly probable that 'Spud' Helberg and I had talked about the death of Audie Murphy, and although there were no doubt rumors floating about how the Burbank cops attempted 'frame' Murphy on dope charges prior to his May 1971 death, I don't believe I was aware of them during our marathon chat from July 9th until July 10th. --- I didnt read about the Murphy 'frame up' until mid- July when it appeared the local papers and aired on the local radiio and TV stations.

I distinctly recall that on the night of July 9th that one of the first things that 'Spud' and I talked about was the death of 'Doors' lead singer Jim Morrison July 3rd as it was only six days before and still big news in the media from the local TV news and AM radio as well as the less commerical FM radio stations that played rock music.

The death of Jimi Hendrix in London 10 months before in September 1971 was mentioned by one of us in connection with Morrison's in July as they were both purportedly the result of drug overdoses although there was some question as to whether or not Hendrix's death was from drug overdose. The controversy over Hendrix's death continues over forty years later, one aspect being that the so called vomit found in the lungs Hendrix, wasn't vomit at all and that it was in fact water, that some theorize was the result of waterboarding torture.,

I would also imagine that it was very likely that I had told 'Spud' some other politically senstive information during our July '71 marathon chat, as Niki sat there mostly silent, watching, as she continuously gave me flirty glances and suggestive looks much too my dislike at times, but as I was having such a good time smoking 'weed', and drinking beer as I conversed with 'Spud' I managed to
ignore Niki's flirting, that was perhaps more like some kind of intentionally distractive behavior.

The 'Atilla the Hun' like arrival and half hour siege on 'Spud's room by that gang of party crashers led by a reputed Sheriff's 'snitch' during that first hour I spent with 'Spud' and Niki in his upstairs bedroom July 9th, the delayed arrival of the Covina Police who let the party crashers go, was revealing in and of itself.

All this combined with Niki's bizarre flirty behavior and brief abscence just prior to the barricade and siege on 'Spud's room, and the return of the same Sheriff's 'snitch' and his gang of party crashers who inflicted the reportedly fatal head wound on 'Spud' only minutes after my pre dawn departure July 10th 1971, made it blatantly evident that what I was telling 'Spud' was extremely politically sensitive and that our conversation must have under surveillance by someone in the room or electronically nearby
as well the external use of a police 'snitch' and a gang of party crashers to attack us, and muzzle our conversations.

My July 24th '71 My Conclusions That 'Spud' Must Have Said Something After His Release From The Hospital On Or About July 12th And The Days Leading Up To His Readmittance
On Or About July 15th --- I Suspect This Last Hospital Stay Served As 'Cover' For 'Spud's Drugging & Interrogation, Where He Reportedly Died From 'Complications' July 17th 1971

Wes told me about how 'Spud' was admitted to Covina Intercommunity Hospital just minutes after he was attacked on July 1oth I thought how thus all made perfect sense to take 'Spud' there as the hospital was only a block and a half away from the Helberg Brother's house, where the party crasher assailants led by reputed Sheriff's 'snitch' Gary Johnson had hit 'Spud' in the head with 'Spud's own sword, and had apparently waited until I left there at around 3:00 AM on July 10th.

As I sat there in that chair in stunned silence at my friend's house located behind Gladstone High in Covina on July 24th, I recalled how only some minutes before that Wes had told me that 'Spud' was released from Covina Intercommunity a day or two after his admittance there on July 10th. This would have been on or about July 12th, or possibly July 13th.

What with the involvement of the L.A. Sheriff's 'snitch' leading the party crasher's who gave 'Spud' the head wound with 'Spud's own sword in the pre dawn hours July 10th 1971, I then had to wonder if there might not have been one or more people there at the hospital acting as police informants spying on 'Spud' and paying close attention to what he to say there.

Niki's bizarre behavior during that 8 hour time period just prior to the sword attack on 'Spud' made me wonder about her being an informant, especially because she had left 'Spud's bedroom for at least ten minutes prior to the first attack by the Sheriff's 'snitch' and the party crasher assailants on 'Spud's room at around 9:00 PM July 9th. --- This attack failed as the result of the barricade that I suggested and which the three of us, 'Spud', Niki and I assembled to block the door.

I then figured that during his first stay at Covina Intercommunity 'Spud' must have realized that he was attacked as the result of one of the topics about which we spoke in that hour just prior the attack by the Sheriff's 'snitch' and his party crashers at around 9:00 PM July 9th, that being the elaborate 'snitch' 'frame up' during my class tour of the L.A. Sheriff's Academy on April 15th 1971, compliments of my Police Science Class instructor Detective-Sergeant 'Al' Ostman of the L.A. Sheriffs San Dimas Station.

This being the case I would surmise that during his first stay at Covina Intercommunity Hospital from July 10th to sometime around July 12th or 13th 1971 that 'Spud' Helberg kept a close watch on what said or did, first because his head wound injury was still causing him pain and the pain relievers he was prescribed made things somewhat hazy and a bit confused.

It's apparent that the medical staff at Intercommunity didn't think that 'Spud's head wound was very serious as 'Spud' was in the hospital for only 2 to 3 days, presumably for observation and according to Wes's account of the matter on July 24th. 'Spud' was reportedly well on his way to recovery and was going on with his life during this time period from July 12th or 13th until his readmittance to Inter- community Hospital sometime before July 17th the official date of 'Spud' Helberg's death at there.

During this interim time period just after his hospital release and prior to readmittance and death July 17th I would surmise that during these 3 or possibly 4 days that 'Spud' must have said something to an informant, possibly another Sheriff's 'snitch' maybe, or Niki his less than loyal girlfriend that got him into trouble somehow.

Assuming that the FBI were working in conjunction with the Sheriffs and at least one or possibly more informants for the Sheriffs whose July 10th attack put 'Spud' Helberg in the hospital, then it's also very possible that 'Spud' must have been under close surveillance therein those last days leading up death July 17th 1971. This may have included electronic surveillance such parabolic microphones, illegal wiretaps, and remote viewing devices that picked up 'Spud's conversations that he thought were private.

Whatever the situations and devices used to monitor 'Spud' Helberg in last days in July 1971 I can only surmise, that when 'Spud' went into Covina Intercommunity for a check up to see how his head wound was mending, that this was the perfect opportunity to put 'Spud' under with anesthesia, and then administer scopolamine or sodium pentathol to 'Spud' in order to covertly interrogate 'Spud'.

Assuming that it was case I would have to conclude that it was determined that Laran 'Spud' Helberg then age 19, should be euthanized, on or before July 17th 1971 most likely to cover up his covert drugged interrogation and very possibly for some political reasons as well.

This said in July 1971 the official cause of death 'Spud's death was then conveniently attribited to
complications from the sword wound injury to his head he sustained after the second of two attacks by the party crasher assailants led by reputed Sheriffs 'snitch' Gary Johnson in a period of six hours, the first at about 9:00 PM July 9th and the second at just after 3:00 AM on July 10th 1971.

Although the original article that I saw on microfilmed back issue of the San Gabriel Daily Tribune from July 1971 was a cover up in and of itself, and filled with distortions of fact, half truths and glaring omissions, the copy that pulled from the reels of California State Library in 2013 have been further edited and re-written in a manner that I can only best describe as 'Orwellian' to say the least. More on this a bit later on in this document.

My Conversation Friends & Mutual Acquaintances Of 'Spud's Regarding The Circumstances & Events Of July 10th Attack Purportedly Resulting In His Death July 17th --- All Corroborate The Factual Account That Wes Gave Me On July 24, 1971 In Surprisingly Accurate & Similar Detail

In the days and weeks that followed that convoluted maze of police surveillance, lies, and concealment involved in 'Spud' Helberg's July 1971 murder, and the continuing cover up then ongoing in late July and August, I ran into a number of 'Spud's friends, acquaintances and kids that went to Sierra Vista 'lab school' with 'Spud' and I in 1969 and '70.

When I did I spoke to these friends and acquaintances about the circumstances and events of 'Spud's murder, I told them how I was with 'Spud' from the night of July 9th through July 10th and how joked and partied and how I gave 'Spud' the true facts regarding the April '71 'snitch' 'frame up' laid on me by the San Dimas Sheriffs, without going into too much detail.

In the course of these chats with 'Spud's freinds and acquaintances sometimes over a 'joint' or two and maybe some beers as well, thereat local hangouts and parties in the Covina area, and I would mention certain facts about 'Spud's murder that Wes had related to me on the night of July 24th 1971.

This enabled me to sift through what these friends and acquaintances actually knew, or were told by others regarding the circumstances, events and details of the July 10th attack on 'Spud' and the days leading up to 'Spud' Helberg's death on July 17th.

When I compared their responses in detail and compared notes with the somewhat detailed account that Wes had given me about the pre dawn return and attack by the party crashers July 10th, and most importantly about the reputed Sheriffs 'snitch' Gary Johnson, the leader of the party crasher assailants who inflicted the fatal sword attack on 'Spud' July 10th that supposedly resulted in 'Spud's death July 17th, I was somewhat gratified and just a little amazed how very similar, if not almost exactly the same as the one that Wes had given me at a friend's house in Covina the night of July 24th 1971.

Having found all this out my curiosity as to validity of the accounts given to me regarding 'Spud's murder were somewhat satisfied, however this in turn led to a bunch of even more dark and disturbing questions as to: Why me ? and Where in the hell is all this leading to ?

I wouldn't have the answer to this and a number other dark and disturbing questions, until eight years later and eight hundred miles away, on the morning of March 22nd 1979, at the Hilton Hotel in downtown Portland, Oregon, and the week there followed until my Western Airlines flight out of Portland Airport on March 30th 1979.

Niki's August '73 Ambush At West Covina Courts Falsely Accusing Me Of Complicity In 'Spud' July '71 Murder --- Niki's False Allegations Were Evidence Of Her Complicity In 'Spud's Murder

It wasn't until August of 1973, the year after another attempted 'frame up' by the L.A. Sheriff's San Dimas Station and yet another one their Sheriff's 'snitches', a bag full guns, and a scoped assassin's pistol in early June 1972, that I went to the West Covina Courts to clear up a couple of traffic tickets I had acquired earlier that year in 1973.

I was talking to a friend of mine from Baldwin Park in a corridor to one of wings of courtrooms there, who was telling me about his then recent misadventures in Baja California only some weeks before during that summer of '73, a riveting little tale involving 'weed', dune buggies on a beach, Federales with machine guns and a small bribe, prior to his return home.

Before I he could finish taliking to me, who do I see but Niki Walen, the late 'Spud' Helberg's not too terribly loyal girlfriend walking towards me with he own little private entourage of maybe three or so young girls and at least one guy, who were all good looking, slender kids who appeared to be still in their mid to late teens, who for all I knew could have been Niki's relations.

They were all walking towards me and my friend I was talking to and so I turned my head further to look at Niki and her smart looking crew all there dressed in summer attire. I was quite literally stunned as I hadn't seen Niki in over two years, not since the pre dawn morning attack on 'Spud' Helberg July 10th, that reportedly was the result of 'Spud's death only one week later on July 17th 1971 and of which I wasn't informed of until July 24th.

I smiled at Niki and started to say hello, when Niki who was always so cool and collected whenever I saw her, and she wasn't flirting with me, when Niki started ranting about how I killed 'Spud' somehow repeatedly, whereby I told the crazy bitch 'Fuck you! go away!' whereby Niki and her troupe all walked away there into the crowded corridor and disappeared.

Slightly annoyed by this little ambush in a corridor at the West Covina Courts, I returned to talk with my friend from Baldwin Park and gave him a very brief account of the events with 'Spud' and Niki at 'Spud's house in Covina on July 9th and 10th 1971.

In light of this totally unexpected event, I went on to tell my friend from Baldwin Park that Niki must have gone just a little fucking insane since 'Spud's murder two years before in July '71 and that this may have resulted in her ranting and raving during the hallway ambush.

My friend knew that Niki was full of shit, and totally ignored what had just happened in his funny and cool headed manner, and then went on to invite me to join him and his friends to do some dirt biking at place called Saddle Back Park, somewhere down behind the 'Orange Curtain' around Irvine, an invitation which I later accepted.

I feel that I should make a side note, regarding my friend from Baldwin Park who I would say was of sort of a charater in the good sense of the word, as he was honest and had a personal intergrity that always gave his wit and persona a kind or lustre that ran deep within and touched touched those he liked around him. --- I'll miss the guy always.

My friend at the courts had introduced me to a freind of his in the summer of 1972, and who was about my age, a guy called 'Woody' because he had a wooden leg, or prosthesis if you prefer. --- I was to later run into 'Woody' years later in Portland in what must have been late April of early May of 1978 and he was to be my roomate so to speak in Hillsboro, Oregon from mid-October to December 24th 1978.

These adventures with 'Woody' in Oregon in splendidly descriptive detail in Part 8 and Part 10 of "1979" and I hope to post these accounts there at my website: 1979westbrook.com by sometime in mid 2016.

On the way back home from the West Covina courts thereto my then low rent 'digs' in a run down neighborhood in Azusa which I was then soon to leave, I ruminated about the way in which Niki ambushed me there with a few of her stooge like friends and accused me of some imaginary complicity there in 'Spud's death when just the precise opposite was the case.

I had to wonder if Niki knew that the place in which I lived was right across the street from one of the party crasher-assailants, who was later convicted of what I recall must have been a reduced charge of manslaughter, the kid whose real name was Robbie Huhn and who was only 17, and therefore a minor at the time of the crime that resulted in 'Spud's July '71 murder.

During that time I lived across the street from Robbie Huhn, his girlfriend and his baby son, from February through August 1973, I had partied with Huhn now and again and started taking pills again
though on a much reduced basis than I did in early 1971 before I went to jail.

There were a few times when I quizzed Huhn about the events that led to 'Spud' Helberg's death, but I also knew in my hard of hearts that it wasn't Huhn, or reputed Sheriff's 'snitch' Johnson and the other party crashers who were actually responsible for 'Spud's murder, but they were guilty of being the pawns who publically took 'the wrap' for 'Spud's murder when in fact they had only assaulted 'Spud' in manner that was not so very serious as it was wrongly publicized.

I knew it was the work of some elements of the L.A. Sheriff's and FBI in Los Angeles who murdered 'Spud' after they drugged and interrogated 'Spud' at Covina Intercommunity Hospital, before they had him killed on July 17th 1971.

It's highly likely that without coming right out and saying it for fear of electronic surveillance, that I let Robbie Huhn know that I didn't believe that he was responsible for 'Spud's death in the direct sense of the of the word, I did believe that Huhn was guilty of being young, stupid and pliable enough to have been manipulated into providing a pretext for the attack on 'Spud's room, and that Huhn and his gang were instrumental in providing 'cover' for the authorities that I held responible flor the murder of 'Spud' Helberg after his death on July 17th. This as the result of their party crashing activities in July '71.

Although the two attacks on 'Spud' Helberg's room on July 9th and 10th were led the reputed L.A. Sheriffs 'snitch' Gary Johnson who was in his mid to late twenties, it was in fact Robbie Huhn who was the reported catalyst in 'Spud's murder, as Huhn went looking for my friend who I have dubbed the alias Wes, at the house leased by the Helberg Brothers at Badillo and 4th, across from Covina Park.

In fact Wes who told me about the party at the Helberg Brothers House in Covina earlier that evening on July 9th 1971, there at my friend's house, on Tudor Street behind Gladstone High in Covina as it was a regular sort of a 'hang out' in those days.

Wes then went on to tell me about the problems he was then having with Robbie Huhn that week, because he was seeing Robbie's sister nick named 'Stoney'. I then asked Wes if was going to the party at the Helberg Brother's place in Covina and he told that he would be arriving there later as he had to do a few things first.

This led to the first attack on the night of July 9th 1971 and resulted in the siege 'Spud's upstairs bedroom and the barricade that kept Johnson, Huhn and the other party crashers out. --- The second attack occurred later that following morning July 10th, only minutes after I left at around 3:00 AM when the same gang of party crashers came back to inflict the fatal wound on 'Spud' Helberg that reportedly resulted in his death by July 17th 1971.

The more I thought about all this, the more I failed to see how I was in anyway responsible for 'Spud's death, especially since it was me that thought of and persuaded 'Spud' and Niki to build the barricade in front of 'Spud's bedroom door that kept the party crashers out in the night of July 9th 1971, despite the fact that they tried to beat and kick the door down for about a half hour or so before leaving in frustration. --- Niki was fucking lying.

Was I supposed to stand guard over 'Spud' and Niki on July 10th ? Hell I didn't leave there till around 3:00 AM and that's when the party attackers came back only minutes after I left. They acted like they wanted to go to bed and maybe have sex before they passed out from exhaustion. As for me I knew I was tired wanted to get home to bed myself.

As Niki Whalen whose real name is Nikita Walenkovitch and is of White Russian descent, it reminded me of Russian National Marina Oswald's repeated and continuous lies about her late husband, 'JFK' assassination 'patsy' Lee Harvey Oswald and his nationally televised assassination on ABC, CBS and NBC two days after the CIA -Military Mafia 'hit' on El Presidente Kennedy in Dallas on November 22, 1963.

Fem Nikita's August '73 lie about my mythical involvement in 'Spud's murder was a deciding factor in my decision to accept my friend Pat's December 1973 invitation to my friend Thom and I to relocate to Northern California. a place just south of the Oregon border.

It was there at my friend Thom's house or rather his mother's, the place on Tudor Street behind the High School were Pat made the offer, as he was down for holiday visit to party with us as we were old
friends who all grew up on Tudor Street in the 1960's early 70's.

After eight months of prepartion and delay Thom and I finally left and spent 3 days hitch-hiking before we arrived at our new 'digs' with Pat in a place called Montague on Labor Day night, September 2, 1974.
We only stayed there about an hour or so before going on to Portland with some young ladies who picked us up hitch hiking, whereby I spent a couple of weeks there during my first trip to the 'City of The Roses' . --- All this is covered in Part 4 of "1979" online at: 1979westbrook.com.

Still ruminating on the way home from the West Covina Courts to the place I was staying in Azusa after Niki's August '73 ambush at the West Covina Courts, I was slightly amazed at how at Niki and her little entourage had managed to turn up in that court house wing at precisely time that I was there.

I then marvelled at the way in which Niki and her crew had managed to spot me therein that crowded corridor full of people walking in both directions, going in and out the courtrooms or who like me were standing there in that busy corridortalking to friends and such.

There was also the manner in which Niki and friends approached me that reminded me of acting
days with my high school drama class having appeared on stage about 40 times or more, as the way in they all walked up to me and friend who I was talking to reminded me of stage blocking in a scene from a play, like the whole thing was choreographed somehow.

The more that I thought about it, I knew that I must have been under surveilance and that Niki's August '73 ambush at the West Covina Courts was apparently planned in advance, presumably by those same elements that had 'Spud' and I under sureveillance thereat the Helberg Brother's house in Covina back on July 9th and July 10th 1971, and the attack there minutes after I left that reportedly resulted in 'Spud's death by July 17th.

All this confirmed my suspicions that Niki was some kind of a informant for the L.A. Sheriff's and probably a number of other law enforcement agencies such as the local cops and FBI. --- It all fit together with Niki's absence from 'Spud's room just prior to the first attack by party crashers there on July 9th and her bizarre behavior all night into the next morning of the 10th as if she was continually trying to break up the conversations that 'Spud' and I were having.

Niki's August '73 Ambush At West Covina Courts --- It's Deja Vu Like Similarties To Jim
Sorenson's Dad's Ambush At West Covina Courts --- Sometime in Late '72 Or Early '73

Niki's August 1973 ambush at the West Courts was the second one that I experienced there in the last year or so, the first being sometime in early '73 or possbly late 1972, during which time I had to appear before Judge Winthrop Johnson at his courtroom there to appear on a minor technicality regarding my probation, which I managed to straighten out with the judge.

It was just after Judge Johnson had dealt with my matter and had just left the courtroom for a brief recess in his chambers, and I was waiting to get some paperwork from the clerk in the courtroom there, when the Sheriffs Bailiff brought in some prisoners in chains, and sat them down in the jury box as was usually the custom when there wasn't a jury trial in progress in the courtroom.

Once there those in custody rise and answer to the charges filed against them, or respond to sentence modifications or whatever other various court proceedings they might be there for. --- As the half dozen or so guys in custody, were being led into the jury box in cuffs and chains I recognized one of the guys in chains them and he looked back at me with a slight smile and tilt of the head and then sat down.

The guy whose real name was Jim Sorenson, a guy whose parent's house in La Puente I had partied at in the weeks just after 'Spud's Helberg's murder July 17th, therein late July and early August 1971 with Gfreg Downard who just got out the Army. This is where I met the guy who I have given the alias Getty and who I didn't know at the time was an FBI informant.

It was only seconds after Sorenson had in effect 'put the finger' on me there in that West Covina court room, back on what I believe was sometime in late '72 or early '73, when an older man stood up and started screaming at me right there in the fucking courtroom that Judge Winthrop Johnson had just vacated only minutes before. I was livid to say the least.

As I stood there in stunned silence I watched as the heads of all the people still inside the West Covina courtroom turned to look at me and then back over to Jim Sorenson's Father as he accused me of ruining his son's life and how I was now responsible for his son's present situation therein cuffs and chains in that courtroom. I recognized the middle age guy yelling at me there as Jim Sorenson's father.

Everybody there in that courtroom seemed to almost as shocked as I was, as was rather apparent that Sorenson's father was obviously delusional, and paranoid psychotic as well. My mood of anger soon changed to that of sadness and sympathy, and I could see the looks of pity and empathy in the eyes of some of the people in that courtroom, whilst others had a look of incredulity and disbelief at what they were hearing and seeing.

I'm sure that just about everybody there in that West Covina Courtroom at that time could tell that the guy yelling was the father of one of the guy's in custody, especially since Jim Sorenson was now so fucking embarrassed and ashamed, that he stood out amongst the other inmates and those in custody
he was chained to there in the jury box.

As the ranting continued on some of the inmates and detainees he was chain ganged to in the jusry box started looking askance at poor old Jim Sorenson. This was like hitting Jim with a spotlight to those who weren't quite sure what the elder Sorenson was screaming about.

When the court clerk finally brought my papers into the courtroom from a door next to the judge's bench I continued to ignore the screams directed at me, and thanked the clerk. I then shot a glance over to Jim Sorenson to let him know I wasn't sore at him over this and reciprocated with a look that I might best describe as that of forlorn desperation, and subdued gratitude as he gave me a brave slight smile as I turned to walk out of the courtroom that day in what must have been in late 1972 or early 1973.

Unlike his father and mother raised their then 19 year-old son Jim Sorenson since birth and saw almost every single day since, I had mostly associated with Jim Sorenson and a housefull of his friends and acquaintances for a period from about late July through early fall of 1971.

One of my friends from Covina, the guy with the house behind Gladstone High where we all hung out at
Thom gave him the nickname Jim 'Thorazine'. I rather liked Jim he was good natured, had had a sense of humor and had actually read a few books from time to time. Sorenson was usually good for some intelligent conversation, that was sometimes rare to find depending on who I was or wasn't associating with at any given time.

My history with Jim Sorenson's crazy 'coote' of a father began back around early August 1971, when presumably one or more of Sorenson's neighbors had phoned, or were themselves possibly contacted by Sorenson's parents who were then on vacation for a couple of weeks.

Jim's folks got more than a little angry when they found out that their son Jim was throwing parties at their house in La Puente while they were gone. --- The week or so that Greg and I spent over there selling and doing that yellow organic mescaline, partying listening the rock renaissance music of that summer of 1971 was really great.

The Sorenson's had a nice big family room with a fireplace and windows and it was there we all got high on mescaline and played some of the then latest releases then on vinyl as LP's passing around 'joints' drinking and smoking, with lit candles around the room at night. --- The FM rock radio stations in L.A. were still in their in ascendancy in 1971 which also provided some musical score to the atmosphere of
tranquilty and good vibrations there.

It was really a special time in my life during that week or so I spent at Sorenson's house, as it was really the much needed diversion that I sought at that time, as I was still a bit depressed and a just a wee bit paranoid over those last eight hours I spent with 'Spud' only minutes before the fatal attack that purportedly resulted in 'Spud's death on week later on July 17th 1971.

The 'cover up' of 'Spud' Helberg's murder by the Covina Police and San Dimas Sheriff's ' apparently directed by the FBI in Los Angeles also confirmed my suspicions that it must have been some politically sensitive things that I told 'Spud' that was the apparent motive for his demise, by silencing him in death.

This being the case when Sorenson's parent's both came home and performed an early morning raid on the dozen or so passed out partiers of which I was one, humble suburban abode and the whole raid thing was a bit alarming at first, I suppose that I also regarded it a kind of a diversionary comedy relief from all the grief and mystery involved in 'Spud's July '71 murder and now the well established fact that the cops and FBI decided to start my adult life off as a political target destined for bigger and more horrible things in the years to then come.

On that August '71 morning in La Puente, Jim Sorenson's parents also brought one of Jim's 'Grannies' along with them for their early morning assault like raid on their own house which made for even more 'mind fuck' family fun. 'Granny' must have 'chugged' a whole bottle of 'Geritol' and smoked a pack of 'Luckys' as soon as she got up, which must have been way before dawn, because when they made their 'charge' on that summer week day in 1971, it was only about 6:30 AM.

I'll never forget the way 'Granny' kept up with Sorenson's parents as they went from room to room, rousting everybody in the house from their sleep, as we all lay there in various states of drug and alcohol induced bliss, fully or partially dressed. --- As for myself, I was totally naked, laying there on a bed in a back bedroom covered by a sheet having spent the night there with Claudia, then nowhere to be found.

It was really a 'trip' and a half as I listened to Sorenson's Mom and Dad as they went shouting and screaming from room to room, there from the door of the bedroom I was in, and although I was still groggy and half awake, I managed to catch glimpses of this live comedy of hysteria and display of phony self righteous misbehavior, by Sorenson's folks and his grandma.

Good old 'Granny' was also in on the action with Sorenson's parents as they grabbed some partially empty bottles of alcohol and drug paraphernalia and waved them all around, yelling to one and other of the discoveries they made, in way that sort of reminded of contestants in one of those situational day time game shows that aired on the major TV networks back in the later 1950's and early '60's.

The 'Triumvirat' of Sorenson's family also went after some of our clothing such as shirts, tank tops, jeans and a few under garments and waved them all around like battle flags,as well as they charged all around the house trying to 'Buffalo' everybody into a 'bums rush' out of the house.

Later that day I got into an argument with Sorenson's parents when the refused to let me retrieve and belt and a tee shirt that I had left during my hasty retreat out of Sorenson's home during their hostile raid and and bizarre tirades earlier that morning.

Their behavior, or rather the total lack thereof exhibited by Sorenson's 'Granny' and his Parent's was so ridiculously outlandish that it seemed at times like scenes from a lunatic asylum, mixed in with some bizarre guerilla theater comedy to boot. --- I suppose if the whole thing aired on TV in 2015 that it would now look like an early 1970's version of what is now referred to as a 'Reality Show'.

As I was in a back bedroom when Sorenson's parents first arrived to begin their 'home invasion' like raid on their own house in La Puente I was better able to listen to the crazy antics Jim's folks and 'Granny' which made me get up to see what was happening, along with some dude who crashed out there in bedroom after Claudia left, the girl who spent the night with there.

Claudia was then a slender 18 year old girl who I met back in November of 1970 at the Covina Drive In, which on weekends was then just as much an open air block party as it was a Drive in movie theatre.

Claudia lived not to far away with her parents and sister at a house just outside La Puente city limits on Millbury Avenue just southeast of Amar Road a little over two and a quarter miles away from Sorenson's party house on Hartsville Street, near Temple and Perth Avenues .

The more that I thought about Claudia's pre dawn departure from the Sorenson's house whilst I slept in, I later had to wonder if Claudia knew something that I didn't.

It was Claudia who on the day that I introduced her to my friend Greg Downard, then just back from the Army, who invited Greg and I to go along with her to her friend's house nearby where she and some other friends of Claudia that I knew were all there partying.

The three of us rode over to the Sorenson's house on Hartsville Street in Greg's 56' Chevy and then
introduced Greg and I to Jim, as well as a guy who I have given the moniker 'Getty' to protect his identity
for reasons I will go into a bit later. Claudia's friend Betsy was there and a few other people I knew as well. There were about a dozen or more people there when we got there and the mood was mellow.
Everybody there was glad to see me as I was selling mescaline there for three dollars a dose, as I had a couple of ounces more stashed at home.

Jim's party that night was more like a really cool, low key get together with the manners and vibrations of sixties style 'love in' what with everybody there being so laid back and mellow and all, so that we could all talk with one and other and listen to the rock LP's on the record player or music on the FM rock stations then still gaining popularity, as they were using musical formats based on those used by the FM underground stations in the late 1960's.

I rather preferred this scene Sorenson's place as I didn't have to worry L.A. Sheriff's informants leading a pack or party crashers in to murder one of my friends as was the case, then only a few weeks before at the Helberg Brother's house party in Covina with about a hundred or more people there on July 9th and where on July 10th my friend 'Spud' Helberg sustained head injuries only minutes after I left and from which 'Spud' had reportedly died of by July 17th.

As for the person I have given the moniker 'Getty' to I was to later suspect him as an FBI informant who was to later infiltrate the various groups and cliques of friends I had in the Covina area and East San Gabriel Valley in 1971. This was to continue on in the years to come.

I have given this person the alias and anonymity of Getty out of respect for his immediate family members who seemed all right to me, and the memory of his late mother who I much admired. It was this plus the fact that I didn't have any tangible evidence that Getty's mom or his family were or are FBI informants, but then again I've been wrong about a lot things before and this might be one them.

Flashing Forward into the past from my past history with Jim Sorenson who I hope has had a happier life than I've had, and the first of two ambushes at the West Covina Courts that I was subjected to in 1972 and 1973 that being the one by Jim Sorenson's Dad, and how all this relates to the second ambush that Niki Walen's laid on me there in August '73 and the possible underlying motives behind it.

Based on the circumstances and facts of my life in August '73, being a neighbor and on friendly terms all with one of the party crashers who was later convicted of manslaughter in 'Spud' Helberg's July '71 namely Robbie Huhn, that based on these facts and Niki's actions in August 1973, I can only conclude that Niki was another police informant working for the L.A. Sheriffs during those last eight hours I spent with both 'Spud' and Niki followed by the fatal attack on 'Spud' only minutes after I left on July 10th 1971.

This being the case I suppose that word got around that I was on good terms with and partying a bit with the convicted assailant Huhn which implied that I although I knew he was a party crasher and a bit of a young stooge being led by reputed L.A. Sheriff's 'snitch' Gary Johnson, my friendly terms with Huhn gave everyone the impression that I didn't believe Huhn was actually responsible for 'Spud' Helberg's death in the direct sense of the word.

This also may have had to do with the fact that during that during that six and a half month period of time from mid-February to the end of August 1973, that I lived right across the street from Robbie Huhn at 5245 North Gareloch Avenue in Azusa, during which period we sometimes partied together from time to time and either or both of us would get very loaded on a variety of drugs.

During some of our private little drug parties when Huhn and I were alone and out of the earshot of other dopers and his common law wife, Robbie and I would talk and sometimes the matter of 'Spud's murder came up, I would give Robbie a not too detailed account those events that led up to it from inside 'Spud's upstairs bedroom.

I woud talk about how when I heard the party crashers of which Robbie was one, how I thought of the barricade that I had 'Spud' and Niki along with myself build, and we sat there on the other side while Robbie and party crasher cohorts tried to beat and kick the door down.

Huhn would then reciprocate by telling me how they were trying to break in, what they were 'high' on and stuff like that and then we laugh and slap each other on the back like a couple of war vets who fought in the same battle but on different sides, which as far as I was concerned, was pretty much just that back on July 9th 1971.

Being diplomatic with Robbie on this rather senstive matter was not only key, but was fair and just as well, as he was only an inexperienced 17 year old kid at the time, who the Sheriffs manipulated and used as a pawn in 'Spud's murder.

During our these drug fueled chats I used very indirect language and spoke circuitously to Robbie to let him know that I that I thought that 'Spud's death may have actually been caused just after he was readmitted to Covina Intercommunity a couple or three days before his reported death on July 17th 1971.

As Robbie was also a new father I didn't want to tell him to much lest I give the Sheriffs and FBI a reason to murder Robbie Huhn as well, what with all the electronic surveillance I was then under at that time. For all I knew Huhn's house might have been 'wired for sound' as well.

To 'cut to the chase' I would say that what I told Huhn eased his conscience in only in part, as he was still the pre text used to murder 'Spud' as well as scapegoat for 'Spud's murder.

Word probably got around that I thought the Sheriffs and FBI were actually behind 'Spud's murder and my comments about Niki having left the room for 10 minutes or more prior to the first attack July 9th and Niki's bizarre behavior for about seven hours as 'Spud' and I talked, I would imagine that people might have started to suspect Niki as somehow being complicit in 'Spud's murder.

The August '73 ambush by Niki, the second one I was subjected thereat the West Covina Courts in a year and half time period, made it plainly evident to me that I was then under police surveillance and that Niki got the cue to ambush me there at the precise time and location in the that courthouse corridor.

I suppose the cops knew that I knew I was under surveillance and that Niki's 'sneak attack' false accusations in front of that troupe of stooges she brought along with her was possibly intended to intimidate me somehow. --- This was all part of some kind FBI COINTELPRO scam contrived to discredit me and further the cover up of 'Spud's murder, as well as what I had to say about the April '71 'snitch' 'frame up' scam that the L.A. Sheriffs had tried to attack my character and veracity as an individual.

If I had the time here it would be possible for me to compare Niki Walen's ( Nikita Walenkovitch's) actions in 1971 and later in 1973 --- to Marina Prusakova-Oswald's actions in 1963, 1964, and 1978. Marina was the devoted wife who helped in the post mortem 'frame up' media smear of the father of her children and husband, 'JFK' assassination 'patsy' Lee Harvey Oswald. --- Oswald was murdered in a Dallas Police parking garage on November 24th 1963, by 'mob' - Dallas P.D. 'bagman' Jack Ruby.

The Series Of Newspaper 'Cover Up' Articles Continually Changing, And Mistating The Circumstances And Facts Of 'Spud' Helberg's Death July 17th 1971 --- From 1971 To 2013

The article captioned 'Two Arrested In Lethal Assault' is from a repeatedly revised article from San Gabriel Valley Daily Tribune dated July 19, 1971 and are mostly fictionalized statements based on misconstrued circumstances and facts. The hospital and 'Spud's address have been changed here and most importantly the actual date of the attack July 10th 1971. No mention of 'Spud's release and subsequent return to Covina Intercommunity a day or three prior to his death on July 17th 1971.

This must be about the fourth revised version of this article that I read sometime back the early 1990's through 2013, all of which were filled with half truths and distortions of fact but which were at least considerably more factually correct with regard to the basic circumstances, details and events involved in the events of the July 10th assault 'Spud's that reportedly resulted in 'Spud' Helberg's death

The original article that I pulled back in 2001 was actually dated July 12th 1971, was also filled with half truths, glaring omissions and disinformation as well as the Covina cops and L.A. Sheriffs have successfully kept any reference to those eight hours that I spent with 'Spud' and Niki from the night of July 9th on up to 3:00 AM July 10th 1971 only minutes prior to the sword attack that was later attributed to 'Spud' Helberg's death on July 17th 1971.

One only need to visit my website: 1979westbrook.com and read that tiny portion of what I have presently posted therein December 2015 to see why the FBI cover up of 'Spud' Helberg's 1971 murder is so important to them.

This is because of all the plane crashes, dead cops, dead secret service agents and other acts of mass murder and state sponsored terrorism cited throughout Parts 1 through 13 of "1979" that I have posted at: 1979westbrook.com