by Roger Stone
On April 19, 1986, two months after the Seal murder, Reed and his wife went out to a popular Mexican restaurant in Little Rock.
By coincidence Governor Clinton was there “partying.” As Reed finished his dinner, Bob Nash approached Reed and said that the governor wanted talk with him in a security van parked outside. Reed entered the van with Clinton’s head of security, Buddy Young, watching the outside. Terry Reed described the scene in his book Compromised: Clinton, Bush, and the CIA:
“Bobby [Bob Nash] says you’ve got a problem about going to Mexico because of the deal with Barry Seal,” the glassy-eyed governor began. By this time the smell of marijuana was unmistakable.
Clinton paused for a moment as if trying to sort out his thoughts. ‘“I can see your concern. I understand Seal was a friend of yours. His death does appear suspicious. And Bobby says you got a feeling somebody here in Arkansas may have had a motive to kill him. But nobody here had anything to do with that. Seal just got too damn big for his britches and that scum basically deserved to die, in my opinion …”
With that, Clinton got up from his chair and went to the back of the van, returning with a half-smoked joint. He reseated himself. He took a long, deep drag. After holding it in until his cheeks bulged, he then exhaled slowly and deliberately.
He extended his arm and offered the joint to Reed. Terry shook his head and gestured, no thanks.
“Go on, I’m commander in chief here; you won’t get busted,”’ the governor said with a straight face while exhaling….
[Reed said] “‘No, thanks. I just want to get all of this straight. You’re saying that Seal’s death, from what you know, is just as the papers say, he was killed by some Colombians because of his connections to the Medellin Cartel?”
“’Yeah. And I think you’re makin’ a big mistake by passing up the opportunity to go to Mexico for Cathey [Oliver North]. It sounds attractive to me. I wish I could go in your place. Terry, these guys are counting on you and they’re leaning on me to get you to go. I’m not standing in your way. I just want to tell you if you wanna go to Mexico, you’d be leaving here with my blessing. There’s no hard feelings about anything that has happened here. I wanted you to hear that coming from me.”’
Clinton took another deep drag [on his joint], held it and exhaled. In a raspy voice, with smoke still coming out of his mouth, Clinton added, “Sure you don’t want some of this? This is good shit. We sure do grow lotsa good things besides watermelons here in Arkansas.244
“So what’s your decision, you gonna go or aren’t ya? I gotta tell Cathey [Oliver North] somethin’ ASAP to get him off my ass. It’s ridiculous, but he’s holdin’ me responsible for your vacillation.”245
Reed told Bill Clinton that he was going to Mexico. The next month Felix Rodriguez was contacted by L. D. Brown, who prodded him to go to Mexico to murder Terry Reed.
In 1986, after the murder of Seal, L. D. Brown was again tasked by the CIA—this time with assassination.
“Rodriguez had a sense of urgency in his voice,” Brown said. “He told me they had found the guy flying the second seat of the C-123 I had flown on, the plane Seal used to fly the coke into Mena. The man was to be in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, on June 21 and I was to be there to take care of him.”
In a bipartisan effort, Bush’s man Rodriguez was sending Clinton’s favorite state trooper down to Mexico to silence someone involved in Seal’s drug flights. Rodriguez sent Brown a manual for a 7.62 rifle that Brown was supposed to pick up from a soldier at a restaurant in Puerto Vallarta. Then Brown was to assemble the rifle and find his target, who was staying at a local resort.
Before Brown left on his Mexico murder mission, he checked in with Clinton and told him he was going to “take care” of the problem there.
“That’s good, L. D.,” said Clinton, in compliance with the CIA-directed hit.
Supplied with a fake Arkansas driver’s license, Brown went to Mexico under the alias Michael Johnson. He assembled his rifle and mentally prepared himself for the hit, which he assumed had been the co-pilot on Seal’s plane. Seal himself had been murdered earlier in the year on February 19, 1986, in Baton Rouge.
Brown got to the Hotel Playa Conchas Chinas in Puerto Vallarta where his target was staying. Brown made contact with a hotel clerk who pointed out his murder target: a dark-haired man, who bore none of the characteristics of the drug runner from two years prior.
“Horror ran down my spine,” said Brown. “I had never seen the man before in my life. I left the hotel with the straw bag in tow … I dumped the bag and gun in a ditch by the road back into town…. We left Puerto Vallarta that afternoon as I thought I would never see that man again. I was wrong. Ten years later I would be giving a deposition in a civil case he would bring in Little Rock, Arkansas. His name was Terry Reed.”246
It was clear the powers that be were trying to clean up the mess of Mena.
In the summer of 1993, Clinton campaign Security Director Jerry Parks feared for his life. He would carry a pistol to check the mailbox. He would take strange routes back home to make sure he was not being followed. He was a restless sleeper at night.
Evans-Pritchard said that when he went to Arkansas to investigate the Clintons he found Jerry’s son, Gary Parks, then aged twenty-three, in a state of terror. Gary Parks was “half-underground, sleeping on the floor in different houses, afraid that he too could be the target of attack.” Evans-Pritchard said that the situation he discovered in Arkansas, the intimidation factor, was just like what he had found in El Salvador and Guatemala when he was covering the Central American wars of the 1980s. It should be noted that when Evans-Pritchard went to Arkansas to investigate Bill Clinton, he himself came under direct, overt, and intimidating surveillance, including a “large, corpulent, bearded, redneck wearing dark glasses” that made a point of intimidation staring at one of the witnesses who Evans-Pritchard was interviewing in an otherwise empty restaurant.247
Parks told Evans-Pritchard that his father who had done a lot of work for the Clintons, also was spying on Bill’s infidelities. Mrs. Parks, the mother of Gary, said that Vince Foster (Hillary Clinton’s law partner and lover) and Hillary had ordered the surveillance of Bill. Gary Parks said Jerry Parks was “Working on his [Bill’s] infidelities. It had been going on for years. He had enough to impeach Bill Clinton on the spot.” Gary said that since 1988, when he was age seventeen, he had gone with his father Jerry on four or five spying missions on Clinton. 248 After Clinton declined a run for president in 1988, his relationship with Hillary took yet another dive and they were seriously contemplating divorce.
Foster had told his brother-in-law Lee Bowman in the mid-1980s that Jerry Parks was a good pick for security work. “I was struck how insistent he was that Parks was a ‘man who could be trusted,’” said Bowman.249
In July 1993, the home of Jerry Parks was burglarized and his womanizing files on Bill Clinton were stolen. Parks was murdered about one and one-half months later. A witness to the Parks murder told Evans-Pritchard that there were two assassins: middle-aged men with beer bellies and big shoulders, grayish hair, and in their late forties or fifties. Jane Parks, the wife of the deceased, said that her contacts in the Arkansas State police told her that “the murder was a conspiracy hatched in Hot Springs by five men who moved in the social circle of Buddy Young.”250
In the summer of 1984, Jane Parks had been the manager of the Vantage Point apartments. Roger Clinton was placed, rent-free, in apartment B107, right next to the manager’s office. When Roger was there it was drugs, partying, and girls all the time. Roger, in addition to being a big drug dealer was also in a band aptly called Dealer’s Choice. Roger was filmed on police tape buying cocaine: “I’ve got four or five guys in uniform who keep an eye on the guys who keep an eye on me.”251
That “four or five guys” comment by Roger pointed directly toward the official corruption in Governor Bill Clinton’s administration.
Bill, aged thirty-seven in the summer of 1984,
would come by apartment B107 to party with his half-brother. Bill and Roger would be smoking dope and Jane Parks could hear through the thin walls Bill yelling, “This is really good shit!”
Jane said the brothers were smoking dope and using cocaine. Roger’s groupies of young women were present. She could hear loud orgasms rocketing through the walls. “The bed was pressed up against the partition wall, just a few feet from the desk of Mrs. Parks. On two occasions she heard the Governor copulating on the bed … some of [the visitors] appeared surprisingly young.”252
The assistant manager of the apartment complex told Evans-Pritchard that Jane was being truthful, that you could hear the governor getting off in B107. She estimated that the girls were about age seventeen or eighteen.
Jane told Evans-Pritchard that her husband had done work for Clinton for about a decade. (And, of course, Hillary and Vince were using Parks to spy on Bill.) She said that Jerry had made trips to Mena, Arkansas, the acknowledged hub of Dixie Mafia and CIA drug smuggling in the 1980s. Jerry was a good friend of Barry Seal and had even attended Seal’s funeral after his murder in 1986.
Parks was going to Mena to retrieve large sums of cash.
“[Jerry Parks] told her [his wife Jane] that he would leave his Lincoln at a hangar at the Mena airport, go off for a Coke and by the time he came back they would have loaded the money into the trunk with a forklift truck,” said Evans-Pritchard. “He never touched it. When he got back to Little Rock he would deliver the money to Vince Foster in the K-Mart parking lot on Rodney Parham Boulevard, a little at a time. They used a routine of switching briefcases, a ‘flip-flop mail carrier’ made of leather.”253
Jerry Parks was assassinated at 6:30 on the evening of Sunday, September 26, 1993, on the Chenal Parkway on the outskirts of Little Rock, Arkansas. Two men killed Parks and the one that did the shooting used a 9mm handgun.
Like so many others, Jerry Parks’s knowledge and participation in the Dixie Mafia/CIA drug running that was going on at Mena did him in. What Parks knew threatened the Clinton presidency.
After Parks was murdered, his wife said representatives of the FBI, the Secret Service, the IRS, and even the CIA came to her home and picked it clean of evidence. Jane Parks said the FBI ransacked her place. What they confiscated included 130 tapes of phone conversations. Parks never saw the material again.254
Gary Parks believed Clinton was responsible for his father’s death. “I believe that Bill Clinton had my father killed to protect his political career. We’re dealing with a secretive machine here in Arkansas that can shut anyone up in a moment,” Parks told Ambrose Evans-Pritchard in the 1990s.255
Robert Morrow confronted Bill Clinton about the 1993 Jerry Parks murder at a book signing in the fall of 1987. Morrow relates:
In September 1987 Bill Clinton came to Austin, Texas, for a book signing. I decided that I would do a little bit of grassroots activism and flier his event, which was held at Book People, a destination Austin book store. Bill was hawking his book Giving: How Each of Us Can Change the World, which I think takes on a new meaning in light of the troubles at the Clinton Foundation.
I went to Kinko’s and had a thousand fliers, on bright yellow paper, made up with as much incredibly toxic Clinton dirt as I could fit on the double sided flier. I entitled the flier: Bill and Hillary: A Lifetime of Violating People. The flier detailed Bill’s multiple rapes, sexual assaults, Hillary’s facilitating this abuse and Hillary’s domestic violence. I also included that fact that Bill says Hillary is a lesbian and that she had had affairs with Vince Foster and Webb Hubbell, and that the latter is unfortunately the biological father of Chelsea. Chelsea being Webb Hubbell’s daughter is the Clintons’ greatest shame. (I think their murdering seventy-six people at Waco in 1993 was the shameful crime that should have put them in the basement of a prison.) Let’s just say the flier, like this book packed a punch.
It was a nice day in late summer Austin, which is a liberal town, and a good crowd turned out to see Clinton. In fact, about 800 people lined up to see Clinton with the line extending out the store all the way to the corner of the block and then down the back sidewalk of the property. Bill Clinton has star power. I decided that I would start flyering at the very back of the line (out of sight of management) and then work my way to the front of the line of people waiting to get their books signed. It was a crowd composed mainly of Democrats and Clinton-lovers who were nostalgic for the 1990s.
I worked the whole line and despite the liberal makeup of the crowd, many people took my flier. Some were bored standing in line and wanted something to read; others would take it and crumple it; still others would read for a bit and hand it back. All these folks had one thing in common: they were standing in line to see Bill Clinton and I was joyfully nuking the Clinton-love karma.
After I had handed out hundreds of fliers I decided to stop before I got to the front door of the bookstore and took a lunch break. I went across the street to Whole Foods for lunch while I basked in the satisfaction of a very fine job of trolling Bill Clinton’s book signing. Also, I was not going to stand in line for two hours in the Texas heat just to meet a serial rapist at his book signing.
While I was munching lunch, I decided, well I did buy Clinton’s book Giving so I am eligible to get it signed by the Rapist, so why not see what Bill has to say. The great thing is I did not have to stand in line (for very long) to see Clinton because the line had thinned down to perhaps a 30 minute wait. I flyered the rest of folks in line who I had missed and I got in line to see Clinton. When I got in the store, the security at a presidential book signing was very similar to an airport security screening. I had to leave all my metal coins, cell phone, and car keys in a drop bucket which I retrieved after the book signing. Then, like everyone else, I was wanded by the Secret Service. As you get close in line to the former president they ask you to take your hands out of your pocket.
I can’t imagine why the Secret Service thinks someone would want to kill this son of a bitch. Beats me …
One thing that amused me while I was standing in line to see Clinton was that about every 30th person was a middle-aged woman (white or black) who when they got to meet Clinton, they would start blubbering, crying, and then collapse into his reassuring arms. These ladies as they blubbered would say stuff like, “Things were so much better when you were president, Mr. Clinton” and then they would choke up as they bawled and Bill take them in a big bear hug and say, “It’s gonna be ok” as he patted the ladies on their backs.
It seemed to be some sort of cathartic therapy not just for these middle-aged ladies, but also for Bill who apparently craves this like a monkey on cocaine craves another hit. Slowly the line took me to where Bill was standing next what seemed like several stacks of perhaps 100 books. It was a small room and there were seven Secret Service agents in there who were scoping out the line. I am a well-known anti-Clinton activist and they knew exactly who I was.
I finally got up to Clinton, also known as the Rapist. Clinton was casually dressed and seemed to be wearing something similar to a Polo knit shirt and slacks. As he took my book to sign it—remember this is 2007—I said to him, “Mr. President, can I ask you a question?” Clinton replied, “Sure, go ahead.”
I then asked him, “Mr. President, why did you, Hillary and Buddy Young send those three goons to beat up and nearly murder Gary Johnson [lawyer for Larry Nichols as well as the next door neighbor to Gennifer Flowers] on June 26, 1992?” It did not take long for Bill’s face to get red and, by the way, he has a big head. I am standing three feet away from him. Picture a red volleyball or red basketball with a face on it.
Then Clinton said, “I do not know a Gary Johnson.” Then as his face got red he started sputtering, “So are you talking about all the Jerry Falwell stuff, all that cash for trash? Is that what you are talking about?”
Later a friend told me, “Robert, he did not deny beating up Gary Johnson. He just said he did not know him” … excellent point and that is exactly how Bi
ll Clinton approaches reality. And we know that because Larry Nichols is friends with Larry Patterson who let Nichols know that is precisely what happened on June 26, 1992. For several years Larry Nichols has confirmed that to me. Bottom line: I believe that Bill Clinton enlisted thugs to beat up people. They beat up Gary Johnson to steal a videotape that he had of Bill often entering the condominium of Gennifer Flowers. They should be rotting in jail for committing that aggravated assault.
I then had my second zinger question ready for Bill as I said, “Mr. President, did you help to organize the murder of Jerry Parks on September 26, 1993?” Now that was a big question as the Clinton-love karma of the book signing was now completely vaporized.
Clinton paused for a bit, then he answered with a very careful, “No.”
As I see it, Bill Clinton and his former top goon Raymond “Buddy” Young should be treated as suspects in the murder of Jerry Parks on September 26, 1993. That is not because Jerry Parks had been hired by Hillary and Vince Foster to spy on Bill around the time period 1989–1990, but rather because it seems likely that Jerry Parks was involved in the CIA/Dixie Mafia drug trade of the 1990s. See former U.S. intelligence operative and assassin Chip Tatum for his information on Buddy Young saying that Jerry Parks was an assassin for the Arkansas drug cartel. Some people think that convicted murderer Gary Parks killed his own father Jerry Parks, but based on what Clinton/Young did to Gary Johnson in 1992, Bill Clinton must be a top suspect in the 1993 murder of Jerry Parks.256
After red-faced Bill Clinton had carefully told me “No” that he had not murdered Jerry Parks, I said to Clinton, “Mr. President you are a sociopath. I am done,” as I turned on my heels and walked away from Clinton. That felt good. Not many people tell former or current presidents three feet from their faces that they are sociopaths. I wish more people did.