And let me add to that: Whether the shell casing found by John Rademacher in 1987, was the shell casing that James Files shot and bit on November 22, 1963, has no bearing on his credibility whatsoever. James Files never said it was (he has never seen it) , nor did I. Files only said what he had done with it, and where he left it (which was not the place where Rademacher found it). The only one who said that it is the casing of the bullet that killed John Kennedy is Eaglesham's new found buddy Bob Vernon! Take a look at this clip from 1:55 to 3:20:
http://jfkmurdersolved.com/film/LowJFK13.rmAnd while you're at it, take a look at this too:
http://jfkmurdersolved.com/BV.htmWim
I MEET THE ASSASSIN
The West family gave me total access to Joe’s files on the JFK assassination. Joe’s lifelong friend, Charles Barksdale, spent several days with me sorting out the important files from the “junk”. When we finished I was able to sit down and take a hard serious look at the overall Kennedy case from Joe’s personal and private perspective.
The night I read the prisoner’s letters to Joe was one of the most memorable nights of my life. I know my mouth must have hung open as I was reading. In the letters he had confessed amazing things to Joe. The entire JFK conspiracy plot began to form right in front of my eyes. There was a picture of him and Joe taken at the prison. At least I now know how he looked. Joe West had, indeed, brought home the bacon. Now all we needed were the eggs and grits and we could eat.
I asked Mrs. West to introduce me to the prisoner so she wrote a nice letter to him. I enclosed my first letter to him with hers. A few days later, I got my first collect call from a prison.
I’ll call the man “F” from here on. F told me how sorry he was that Joe had died. He seemed extremely sincere. We talked about the JFK investigation and I told him that I wanted to come visit him in the near future. He agreed.
By the time that I got to the prison on May 3, 1993, the hospital and doctor bills were at $177,000 according to Mrs. West. There would be more to come. I arrived at the prison on a rainy morning. My friend Barry Adelman was with me. He flew in from Los Angeles and I flew in from Houston. We checked in at the gate and we were sent to the waiting room. It seemed like forever just sitting there. Barry and I traded jokes about wondering if they would let us out now that they had us locked inside. We smiled but we didn’t laugh.
Our number was called and we walked up a flight of stairs until we came to the first gate. We were searched. I couldn’t even carry in cigarettes or a pencil or a pen. I did manage to sneak in a release for the prisoner to sign to give us the right to use his letters in our TV program and in the book.
After being led through a second gate (this was maximum security), we were directed through the main visitor area to a “family visiting area” across the hall. I spotted F immediately. It’s hard to miss a man with long, white hair. He shook my hand and I introduced him to Barry.
I explained who Barry was (Barry works for a major LA television company), and F got permission from the room guard to let us carry a table and three chairs into the far corner of the room so we could talk “privately”, at least without being overheard by other prisoners.
We started off very casually, just getting to know each other I guess you’d say. I explained to him how I met Joe and how much I missed Joe. F missed Joe, too. I got the feeling that Joe had been one of his only friends. We explained the huge bills that Mrs. West had to pay because Joe did not have any medical insurance. F expressed his concern for Mrs. West although he had never met her.
After thirty minutes or so, I asked F to tell me about November 22, 1963. I wasn’t ready for what was about to happen. This is what he told me:
“Mr. F” participated in his first murder at the age of 16. He killed the man who had killed his sister. He started working with mobster/hitman Charles Nicoletti at the age of 19. “Mr. F” later ran the mafia “chop shop” car operation. “Mr. F” said he transported thousands of cars for the “mob” and that he was arrested for same. Charles Nicoletti and Sam Giancana went to a party at mob boss Tony Accardo’s house in Chicago in 1963. Nicoletti then came to “Mr. F” and told him that they were “going to hit his buddy”. “Mr. F” thought that Nicoletti meant someone around the neighborhood. Nicoletti (often referred to as Chuckie by “Mr. F”) then told “Mr. F” that the hit was to be on President Kennedy. “Mr. F” said it was “just another hit to him” for “Mr. F” and Chuckie had killed lots of people “all in a days work”. “Mr. F” stated that the CIA had once flown him and others into South America where they had “wiped out” 40-50 people at once, including “men, women and children. “Mr. F” stated he had “no remorse” for anyone he killed and that he had “never killed anyone that didn’t deserve to be killed”. “Mr. F” said that he had not cared for Kennedy at all. “Mr. F” made a statement pertaining to the fact that Kennedy was trying to “do away with the CIA and that he had always blamed Kennedy for the Bay of Pigs fiasco”. “Mr. F” said that Chuckie had ordered him to bring guns, ammunition and hand grenades to Dallas in 1963. They had planned a hit on Kennedy for Chicago but that was “too close to home” “Mr. F” drove to Dallas in Chuckie’s car, a 1963 burgundy Chevy, that “Mr. F” said “everyone talks about”. Mr. F” said that he had a Remington Fireball, a .222 high velocity pistol with a scope, that had a bullet velocity of over 3,000 feet per second.
“Mr. F” said that he and “Wolfman” (a friend who is now dead) had made special “Mercury rounds for the .222.” He also stated there was a “30-06 rifle” in the trunk of the Chevy. I informed “Mr. F” that two .222 shell casings had been found in Dealey Plaza. “Mr. F” said there was only “one” from his gun and that I would know it by his teeth marks. I asked him why he bit it and he said that he “likes to put the warm bullet in his mouth and taste the gunpowder.” He further said he “left it on the wall” and that he “knew someone would find it.” He told me that it did not have any fingerprints on it because he “isn’t that stupid.”
“Mr. F” said that the end where you put the powder was “oval, not round.” He said he parked the car near Dealey Plaza by the Dal-Tex building for Chuckie wanted to be able to leave his spot in the Dal-Tex building and “jump into the car.” “Mr. F” that since he “was younger than Chuckie” that he could “run the hundred yards to the car easy.”
“Mr. F” said that on the morning of November 22, 1963 that he picked up “John Roselli at the Dallas Cabana Hotel.” Roselli was talking to “Eugene Hale Brading alias Jim Braden” when he first pulled up to pick up Roselli. “Mr. F” said that Roselli had “flown into Dallas on a military intelligence flight.” He said Nicoletti had flown in on a “commercial flight.” “Mr. F” did not know for sure when Roselli flew in but thinks it “was the day before.” “Mr. F” said that his job was to “cover Roselli in case something broke out.” “Mr. F” sat at a counter while Roselli met with “Jack Ruby.” “Mr. F” explained that he had been at the counter for if he had “sat at the table” he wouldn’t have been able to pull his guns if there had been trouble.
Ruby “handed Roselli an envelope” which contained “the last minute change in the parade route.” “Mr. F” said that they had toured the entire parade route looking for the best spot to “hit Kennedy.” “Mr. F” said he “arrived at Dealey Plaza before noon” and stood around in the pergola (knoll) area. “Mr. F” said he saw “Frank Sturgis of the CIA” standing behind him. “Mr. F” said he saw lots of faces he knew. “Mr. F” said it “looked like old home week.” “Mr. F” said he did not know where Nicoletti and Roselli were during the shooting but that Chuckie was “supposed to be in the Dal-Tex building.”
“Mr. F” showed me an accurate hand drawn map of Dealey Plaza with a “x” on the spot where he was standing. “Mr. F” said that the “x” was not in the right spot but that he would put it in “the right spot” after he receives the immunity. “Mr. F” said that he thinks “five or six shots were fired.” “Mr. F” said that “two shots were fired almost at once.”
He said that "the shooter behind the fence" fired a shot at approximately the same time as Nicoletti fired a shot and that both shots hit Kennedy's head within a "split second" of each other.
"Mr. F." used my head to show me where the "head shots hit Kennedy." He pointed and placed his finger on my right front temple between my right eye and my right ear. He touched the rear of my head to show where the front shot exited and touched the top left side of my bald spot to show where Nicoletti's almost simultaneous shot hit Kennedy. He said the "shooter behind the fence had Kennedy in his sights for some time."
"Mr. F" said that Chuckie hit Kennedy in the back and in the top left rear head and that they "discussed it later." "Mr. F" also said that one of Nicoletti's shots "hit Connally." "Mr. F" did not know anything about the wound to James Teague down by the triple overpass but said that he probably was hit by "concrete" or a piece of "shrapnel." Mr. Adelman asked "Mr. F" if the guns they were using displayed smoke when fired and "Mr. F" said "yes." "Mr. F" said that after the shooting, he placed his gun into a case, took off his jacket and reversed it and put it back on, pulled a cap out from under his arm and put it on and went to the car.
"Mr. F" said that he, Nicoletti and Roselli drove out of the Plaza area in the Chevy. "Mr. F" said he let Nicoletti and Roselli out of the car at a restaurant just north of Highway 66. "Mr. F" said he then went back to his motel in Mesquite, took a shower and shaved and put "hot wax" on his "hand, forearm and face" to remove any sign of firing a gun (via a paraffin test). He said that when he crossed the "Texas state line," headed north back to Chicago, that he knew he "had it made." Toward the end of the meeting, "Mr. F" specifically stated that "Chuck Nicoletti and I killed John F. Kennedy."
Barry and I drove silently away from the prison. F had signed the release and we were in a hurry to get as far away from that prison as we could. I was in a big hurry to get back to Texas so I could call the man that dug up the .222 shell casings in Dealey Plaza in 1987. I had read about him in Joe West's files.