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Roger Craig has fascinated me for my entire adult life.
I am convinced that substantively he told the truth about what
he saw and experienced in Dallas during the murder of JFK and
its ensuing coverup. I have no time for debunkers, who are,
when all is said and done, pathological and compulsive people
similar to schoolyard bullies who never grew up. The internet
in its current form is particularly rife with them, but sadly
thereâs been no shortage of them in modern times. Monstrous
people at the best of times, debunkers have really doubled
down on evil when it comes to attacking Roger Craig and his
Why is the Testimony of Roger Craig important?
Roger Craigâs treatment by his peers and by researchers is
illustrative of the entire cottage industry of JFK research,
and the attempts on his life seem clearly to be linked directly
to his testimony in relation to what he saw in Dallas on 22
November 1963. Various people over the years have made a
variety of inappropriate slurs relating to why people may have
tried to kill him, and as we will see, some of these people even
make it a joke in terms of the assassins who sought his life
not being very good at their job, since Roger Craig survived.
Thing about that is, Craig could easily NOT have survived as
long as he did, in which case he would not have remained a
significant witness to what happened.
As with JFK himself, first they kill your body then they kill the
truth in history about your character.
I want to make clear- I am not a starry eyed fan of JFK. I
think that for most of his life he was a reprehensible, self
centred and indeed in many respects quite evil man, certainly
an appallingly ruthless man. His fatherâs son. However, at a
point during his presidency he reached a different state of
mind â whether mainly due to the escape from his fatherâs
influence, or this combined with the horror he felt at some of
those he encountered such as CIA controllers and various
other members of what he memorably described as a âcult of
deathâ. This change that came over him, together with his
natural arrogance and alpha male domineering drive, made his
assassination understandable. And there is some irony in the
Cuban fiascos that he was partly responsible for being the
breeding ground for some of the characters who were the
real assassins and their sponsors.
But nothing in JFKâs behaviour, or the behaviour of any leader
who some of us may despise, can ever justify the adoption of
conspiracy murder, media mind control and constant
murderous deceit as a form of government.
Roger Craig was a direct witness, and a victim of, a coup
dâetat. He died a ruined man directly because of the JFK issue. It
led to nothing but misery and he didnât profit by it. Quite the
reverse. Like JFK, it would be ridiculous to elevate a man to
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sainthood simply because he is victimised by sick forces in our
society. But there must be proper respect for craigâs heroism
in sticking to his story, and sympathy for the obvious
victimisation of roger craig by corrupt police, cia, dia and disc
The intention of this graphic novel is to illustrate his
testimony, cutting back and forth between his story in its final
form in his own words and resources that balance his
statements with evidence for and against. I donât want to
commit the common sin of researchers who have an axe to
grind and who therefore see nothing wrong in suppressing
inappropriate evidence. However I will not be dwelling on or
treating with any great seriousness some of the disgusting
defamation directed at witnesses such as Roger Craig.
This is NOT a textbook. This is NOT simply a reprinting of Roger
Craigâs manuscript. What I want to achieve is a juxtaposition
and comparison between Roger Craigâs Testimony, and the
milieu from which it arose. This is a common ironic form of
commentary online, but I think itâs important for this to
become a physical book as well as being available online,
because I am extremely sceptical by nature, not least about
the manipulation of information that is not in concrete form.
In a way then, this is simply an aide-memoire and a palimpsest,
intended to concentrate and focus the mind on the roger
craig phenomenon, providing some productive web addresses
and some snippets of information. Itâs also worthwhile to
abstract information into this graphic novel format to
prevent the reader or interested student being overwhelmed
by the systematic and deliberate disinformation campaign that
still, fifty years later, is being used to conceal the truth
about the jfk hit.
Roger Craigâs Testimony is written in standard Times New
Roman font in this graphic novel. My comments and the
interpolations from other sources will be in this comicbook
font so that there can be no doubt as to the difference.
10 January 2013
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Our president John Kennedy went down to Dallas town
Where the hired assassins waited and there they shot him down,
Because he dreamed of peace and plenty and he talked it 'round
His dream goes marching on.
The Dallas County Court House at 505 Main Street was indeed a unique place to come to hear what was
WRONG with John F. Kennedy and his policies as President of these United States.
This building housed the elite troops of the Dallas County Sheriff's Department (of which I was one), who, with blind obedience, followed the orders of their Great White Father: BILL DECKER, Sheriff of Dallas
From these elite troops came the most bitter
verbal attacks on President Kennedy. They
spoke very strongly against his policies
concerning the Bay of Pigs incident and the
Cuban Missile crisis. They seemed to resent
very much the fact that President Kennedy was
a Catholic. I do not know why this was such a
critical issue with many of the deputies but they
did seem to hold this against President
The concession stand in the lobby of the court
house was the best place to get into a discussion
concerning the President. The old man who ran
the stand evidenced a particular hatred for
President Kennedy. He seemed to go out of his
way to drag anyone who came by his stand into
a discussion about the President.
His name is J. C. Kiser.
He was a little man with a short moustache and
glasses that he wore right on the end of his nose.
He was a particularly good friend of Sheriff
Decker, and he held the concession in the lobby
for many years. Like Decker, he was unopposed
when his lease came up for renewal. It was
common knowledge that Bill Decker made it possible for him to remain there as long as he wished. This
sick little man not only had a deep hatred for John F. Kennedy, he also hated the black people, even those who spent their money at his stand. He would often curse them as they walked away after making a
purchase from him. He flatly refused to make telephone change for them even though he would be
simultaneously making change for a white person.
This little man was a typical example of the atmosphere that lingered in this building that housed LAW
AND ORDER in Dallas County.
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Many of the deputies had
a dislike for the President-
-some more so than
others. However, there
were those who would not
degrade themselves by
taking verbal punches at
our President. One of
these was Hiram Ingram.
Although devoted to Bill
Decker, he was also a
good friend of mine.
We often discussed the
political debates that took
place in the lobby. Hiram
had a great dislike for this
sick little man who
seemed to lead the attack
on the President. He also
had little respect for the
deputies, attorneys and court house employees who tolerated or even agreed with this philosophy of
attacking John F. Kennedy.
Hiram Ingram was a small man--in stature. He was always ready with a friendly smile and greeting. He
began his association with the County during the Bonnie and Clyde era--when he was an ambulance driver
and inside employee at a local funeral home. In fact, Hiram prepared Bonnie and Clyde for burial after
they were brought back to Dallas from the ambush in Louisiana.
Hiram and I were very close--one of those friendships which develops when some people first meet. I had
known Hiram for about four years at the time of the assassination. He was working in the Civil Division
and shortly after November 22, 1963 he had a heart attack. When he returned to work Decker put him on
the Bond Desk, where I would later be and work closely with Hiram. I worked the day shift one month and
the evening shift the following month. Hiram worked only evenings. So every other month we worked
together. This gave us time to talk and discuss the events in Dallas and even the Sheriff's Office itself. The Department was not well organized.
To clear some of the bonds and bondsmen we would have to call Decker at home--no matter what time of
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chosen few who were not questioned. Hiram was a very dependable employee and should not have had to
clear the minor decisions with our Great White Father, Bill Decker.
As the months passed and Hiram and I worked together we built a mutual respect for each other. When
Decker fired me on July 4, 1967 Hiram was infuriated but, like any employee of Decker's, he couldn't say anything in my defense for fear of having his employment cut short or his reputation ruined. One of
Decker's favorite past times was ruining reputations.
Our friendship did not end with my termination. We continued to talk from time to time and Hiram was
very helpful when Penn Jones wanted information concerning records at the Sheriff's office. However, in
March of 1968 Hiram explained to me that information was getting more difficult to get for some reason.
Fortunately by this time I had already supplied Penn Jones and Bill Boxley (investigator for Jim Garrison) with much information from Hiram.
About two weeks later, near the end of March 1968, I heard that Hiram had fallen at home and broken his
hip and was in the hospital. I went to see my good buddy to cheer him up and received the shock of my
life. Hiram was under oxygen and could not have any visitors. Three days later he was dead--of cancer. He had been working just prior to the fall. I think that we owe a debt of gratitude to this great man who, in his own quiet way, helped us all so much.
Thus...we have the atmosphere that was to greet the President of the United States upon his arrival in
Dallas. However, things were to get even worse before he arrived.
The battle ground had been picked and the UNwelcome mat was out for President Kennedy. Unknown to
most of us, the rest of the plan was being completed. The patsy had been chosen and placed in the building across from the court house--where he could not deny his presence after it was all over. This was done
with the apparent approval and certainly with the knowledge of our co-workers, the F.B.I., since they later admitted that they knew Lee Harvey Oswald was employed at the School Book Depository Building
located on the corner of Elm Street and Houston Street across from the Sheriff's Office.
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The security had been arranged by the Secret Service and the Dallas Police--our boys in blue. The final
touch was put on by Sheriff James Eric (Bill) Decker. On the morning of November 22, 1963 the
patrolmen in the districts which make up the Dallas County Sheriff's Patrol Division were left in the field, ignorant of what was going on in the downtown area, which was just as well. Decker was not going to LET
them do anything anyway.
About 10:30 a.m. November 22, 1963, Bill Decker called into his office what I will refer to as his street people--plain-clothes men, detectives and warrant men, myself included--and told us that President
Kennedy was coming to Dallas and that the motorcade would come down Main Street. He then advised us
that we were to stand out in front of the building, 505 Main Street and represent the Sheriff's Office. We were to take NO part whatsoever in the security of that motorcade. (WHY, JAMES ERIC?) So . . . the
stage had been set, all the pawns were in place, the security had been withdrawn from that one vulnerable location. Come John F. Kennedy, come to Elm and Houston Streets in Dallas, Texas and take your place in
The time was 12:15 p.m. I was standing
in front of the court house at 505 Main
Street. Deputy Sheriff Jim Ramsey was
standing behind me. We were waiting
for the President of the United States. I
had a feeling of pride that I was going to
be not more than four feet from the
President but deep inside something
kept gnawing at me. I said to Jim
Ramsey, "He's late." Jim's reply stunned
me. He said, "Maybe somebody will
shoot the son of a bitch." Then I realized
the crowd was hostile. The men about
me felt that they were FORCED to
acknowledge his presence. Although he
was the President, they were making
statements like, "Why does he have to
come to Dallas?"
Something else was bothering me . . .
being a trained officer, I always looked
for anything which might be amiss
about any situation with which I was
confronted. Suddenly I knew what was
wrong. There were no officers guarding
the intersections or controlling the
crowd. My mind flashed back to the
meeting in Decker's office that morning,
then back to the lack of security in this area.
Suddenly the motorcade approached and President Kennedy was smiling and waving and for a moment I
relaxed and fell into the happy mood the President was displaying. The car turned the corner onto Houston Street. I was still looking at the rest of the people in the party.
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I was soon to be shocked back into reality. The President had passed and was turning west on Elm Street . .
. as if there were no people, no cars, the only thing in my world at that moment was a rifle shot!
I bolted toward Houston
Street. I was fifteen steps
from the corner--before I
reached it two more shots had
been fired. Telling myself that
it wasn't true and at the same
time knowing that it was, I
continued to run. I ran across
Houston Street and beside the
pond, which is on the west
side of Houston. I pushed a
man out of my way and he
fell into the pond. I ran down
the grass between Main and
Elm. People were lying all
over the ground.
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I thought, "My God, they've killed a woman and child," who were lying beside the gutter on the South side of Elm Street. I checked them and they were alright.
I saw a Dallas Police Officer run up the grassy knoll and go behind the picket fence near the railroad yards.
I followed and behind the fence was complete confusion and hysteria.
I began to question people when I noticed a woman in her early thirties attempting to drive out of the
parking lot. She was in a brown 1962 or 1963 Chevrolet. I stopped her, identified myself and placed her
under arrest. She told me that she HAD to leave and I said, "Lady, you're not going anywhere." I turned her over to Deputy Sheriff C. I. (Lummy) Lewis and told him the circumstances of the arrest. Officer
Lewis told me that he would take her to Sheriff Decker and take care of her car.
The parking lot behind the picket fence was of little importance to most of the investigators at the scene except that the shots were thought to have come from there.
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