Paul Pennyworth wrote:Bob wrote:The performance of the Secret Service was terrible that day. It all started at Love Field when the Secret Service person in charge (Emory Roberts) waved off the SS men that were going to ride on the JFK limo. Here is the film that captures this...
http://www.metacafe.com/watch/171830/se ... rvice_jfk/ William Greer was also terrible in his duties that day. Some observors say he stopped, others definitely say he slowed down. Either way, once shots are fired, you must flee from the killing zone. Greer did not do that. I feel that there was some Secret Service involvement in the assassination. Not all the the SS, but key people were involved like perhaps Roberts. Greer's performance was atrocious.Hello Bob,Did you read my most recent article under Presidents...? Reagan felt the SS had something to do with the attempt on his life....
...And indeed, Reagan told the Associated Press he thought he was shot by a Secret Service agent in an interview published in The New York Times April 23, 1981):
"I knew I'd been hurt, but I thought that I'd been hurt by the Secret Service man landing on me in the car, and it was, I must say, it was the most paralyzing pain. I've described it as if someone had hit you with a hammer.
But that sensation, it seemed to me, came after I was in the car, and so I thought that maybe his gun or something... suddenly I found that I was coughing up blood."
Then, after Reagan got himself to George Washington Hospital despite attempts to bring him to the Bethesda Naval Base, Michael Gilson De Lemos, author and member of the National Committee of the US Libertarian Party, picks up the story, writing on January 20, 2002:
When Reagan was shot, he apparently assumed that his Vice President did it. How do I know this? From the fascinating information that my mother, who volunteered at the hospital where he was taken and was a friend of his from the old Hollywood days, shared with me. It seems that shortly after he woke up, he asked for a DC patrol officer, had this person find a US ship that had just reached the area, and soon sailors with sidearms guarded his bedside while he placed the whole hospital under his direct command and swore all to secrecy. They buffered him from the Secret Service and anyone else. He trusted no one—and perhaps, by protecting himself with unentangled sailors and officers fresh from sea, saved his own life, and the country from one more black mark of shame.
