I hate to be negative toward any (pro-conspiracy) author trying their best out there (and I have big respect for Gary Shaw and Brian Edwards), but their attempt to rehabilitate the (yikes) Roscoe White story is, with all due respect, an epic fail. Ricky White is back from the pre-internet "dead" and is back with a pretty lame 'scrapbook' that is really much ado about nothing---a bunch of unintelligible scribbles and some pretty nothing-special newspaper cut outs. Quite frankly, my first thought was "Hmmm- how do we know this wasn't RICKY or GENEVA trying to put something together to 'replace' the conveniently stolen-by-the-FBI "diary." The book kind of feels like good ole Texas boys sticking up for their friend, who they say is a good "family man" who wouldn't make stuff up.
I WILL concede these points- it is intriguing that Roscoe joined the Dallas Police Department in October 1963 [he is even mentioned in the Warren Commission volumes: 19 H 148], his wife Geneva worked for Ruby (and there is a photo of them together), and the third backyard photo (as noted by the HSCA) was in the hands of Geneva/Roscoe. However, just as Beverly Oliver (NOT the Babushka Lady) was definitely a stripper at the Ruby-rival Colony Club (captioned photos of her from the night of 11/22/63 at the Colony Club are on the Sixth Floor Museum website via the Dallas Times Herald), these kernels of truth do not vouch for the rest of the tale(s).
In addition to the conveniently-missing diary, the so-called cables reek of fakery (sorry). "Mandarin"...yeah, right.
As for Dr. Mantik's latest book, it is a best-seller and selling like wildfire! It is also his very best (in fact, you don't even need his other two, as everything good from those books is included herein):