St. John Hunt, eldest son of Howard Hunt, has offered significant evidence further implicating his father in the assassination of JFK. The recent Rolling Stone article has been discussed on other threads, but the full importance of St. John Hunt's new revelations has not yet been absorbed by the JFK community, and certainly not by the community at large.
St. John bears witness to things he dared not speak about while his father was alive. I am referring here not to the conspirator's list his father wrote, which has little evidentiary value, but to the things that St. John himself perceived, with his own eyes.
From the Rolling Stone article, here is the key testimony:
"One evening in Eureka, over a barbecue meal, St. John explains how he first came to suspect that his father might somehow be involved in the Kennedy assassination. "Around 1975, I was in a phone booth in Maryland somewhere, when I saw a poster on a telephone pole about who killed JFK, and it had a picture of the three tramps. I saw that picture and I ####ing -- like a cartoon character, my jaw dropped, my eyes popped out of my head, and smoke came out of my ears. It looks like my dad. There's nobody that has all those same facial features. People say it's not him. He's said it's not him. But I'm his son, and I've got a gut feeling."
When I first studied COUP D'ETAT IN AMERICA, by Canfield & Weberman I was dubious about the authors identifications of Criswell & Sturgis, but I was immediately struck by the resemblance between Howard Hunt and the Oldman Tramp. I made multiple photocopies of each photo of Hunt and each photo of the Oldman Tramp. I matched both halves of Hunt's face with halves of the tramp photos and repeated the experiment in every combination and permutation I could think of, whether vertical, horizontal, or crosswise. I examined all these combinations under a magnifying glass, the only piece of technology I had readily available.
I was frightened by what I saw. Howard Hunt was the Oldman Tramp as sure as God made little apples. Like St. John Hunt, I knew it in my gut. It was 1986 and I knew that Howard Hunt was very much alive.....
I was not a qualified expert in facial recognition and I never discussed the tramp photos, or the opinions of the HSCA experts in any detail with other researchers. I found that there was plenty of other evidence to be studied, and that none of it to me seemed inconsistent with the theory that Howard Hunt was arrested in a boxcar, masquerading as a tramp, in the railroad yard behind Dealey Plaza. There have been pretenders to the title, Chauncey Holt, et al, but to my eyes none of them comes close to matching the Oldman tramp. Howard Hunt was there.
But what of Hunt's various alibis? It seems that every alibi Hunt proposed has collapsed under scrutiny, with one exception up to now. That exception is his claim that he was home with his family that evening. Here is a further extract from Rolling Stone:
"He chews his sandwich. "And then, like an epiphany, I remember '63, and my dad being gone, and my mom telling me that he was on a business trip to Dallas. I've tried to convince myself that's some kind of false memory, that I'm just nuts, that it's something I heard years later. But, I mean, his alibi for that day is that he was at home with his family. I remember I was in the fifth grade. We were at recess. I was playing on the merry-go-round. We were called in and told to go home, because the president had been killed. And I remember going home. But I don't remember my dad being there. I have no recollection of him being there".
Does St. John's inability to remember his father being home that day constitute direct evidence that Hunt was somewhere else? Further questioning of St. John will probably help clarify that, but I think the truth is obvious.
I was in boarding school on November 22nd, 1963. I was 13 years old, whereas St. John I think was 8 years old. My most vivid memory is of the two teachers who were on study duty that night (it was about 6.45 Pm GMT, and already dark when we heard the news). As kids we all looked to our authority figures at such a shocking moment. I am quite certain that if I had been home that evening, I would remember my father's presence, if not the actual words he spoke.
I think we can thank Rolling Stone for bringing this new evidence to light. The question is what can we do with it.