Evan Freed Affidavit

1. I, Evan Phillip Freed, declare as follows: I am an attorney at law, duly licensed to practice in this State. During the Presidential Campaign of 1968, I was a full time college student at California State University, and was also working part-time as a photographer for Copley News Service and the Culver City Star News.  In that capacity, I was assigned to travel with and cover the Robert Kennedy Presidential campaign. I traveled on Senator Kennedy’s plane, along with other members of the news media, through California and Oregon.  I spent time speaking to Senator Kennedy and his wife, and… (read more)

Sirhan Trial Testimony

Q. Now then do you remember asking anybody where you could get coffee?
Sirhan: I don’t remember – I could have – but I don’t remember, although I found some coffee, sir.
Q. When you say you found some coffee was there something that you saw?
Sirhan: Yes, sir, there was a big urn (gesturing).

Sirhan Blog

Sirhan Sirhan I went to a play in West Hollywood with my friend Rachel Menowitz.  She is a nice Jewish girl who hates Jesus but at least I don’t have to dumb down my vocabulary when on a date.  We have an unspoken détente.  She doesn’t insist I wear one of those Beanie and Cecil hats and I don’t try to convert her to Christianity. The play was a one-man show called “The Awful Grace of God:  A Portrait of Robert Kennedy.”  I was mesmerized.  The actor, Jack Holmes, was so talented.  The writing, directing, lighting and sound was outstanding. … (read more)

Michael Ironside

“She must be beautiful,” he said.  I looked up at the voice at the other end of the bar.  “You’re mixing your drinks,” he explained.  He was right.  She was beautiful.  The type of beauty you have to use all of your concentration not to stare at.  She was Eurasian, this mixed with that.  Whatever she was it came out magically.  We met a few days before and agreed to later meet at Dan Tana’s.  “You’re Michael Ironcloud,” I ventured.  “Ironside,” he corrected, “and it’s Scot not Indian.”  I had seen him in a low budget film a year before… (read more)

Paul Schrade

I got a call from Marian Teeter.  She is the mother of Lawrence Teeter, Sirhan’s long time attorney.  Apparently Munir Sirhan, the brother of Sirhan Sirhan, called her checking me out.  Fortunately Marian had recently inquired of a local librarian if there were any JFK assassination books she could recommend.  The librarian recommended my book, JFK vs CIA.  Thank God somebody is recommending it.  Marian was effusively laudatory about my book and it was gratifying to know what I was trying to communicate to the reader actually connected.  Interestingly the last two months I had been tracking down Lawrence Teeter… (read more)

Veronica Hart

On my way to L.A. after starring in a community theater production of “Lovers and Other Strangers” in South Lake Tahoe, I decided on a stop over in Las Vegas.  Why not spend the summer months in Vegas and see what mischief I could get into before taking Hollywood by storm.  I was 22, good looking, ambitious, talented with a sense of entitlement.  I was the perfect budding actor.  In the Las Vegas newspaper I saw an advertisement for a “Brecht” play at the University.  Sitting in the small theater I watched the play thinking I could do better.  When… (read more)

Frank Burns, Jr.

Frank Burns, Jr. was a friend of Robert Kennedy and was on stage when Kennedy gave his victory speech.  Mr. Burns was also standing next to Kennedy in the pantry when the senator was shot.  I had some questions for him.  When I called to arrange an interview he was most reluctant.  Everything he has to say has been said and is in the record.  I told him I was actually interested in showing him a few photos and then leave.  All I needed was ten minutes.  He said I could have five.  I already have what Frank Burns, Jr…. (read more)

Chuck Norris

I’m on stage with Chuck Norris doing an improvisation.  Estelle Harman, our acting coach, likes to throw different personalities together and watch the fireworks.  Chuck is accusing me of stealing his wallet and insists I show him the wallet in my pocket.  I hand him my wallet and he looks in it and says, “It isn’t mine – there’s no money in it.”  Great.  Now every actress/model in class knows I’m broke.  We continue with the improv and as the two of us reach a boiling point Estelle calls, “Cut.”  Saved from an ass whipping by Chuck Norris.  As we… (read more)

Vince di Pierro

INTERROGATED BY: SERGEANT F.J. PACKETT, 7872, RAMPART DETECTIVES SERGEANT A.B. MELENDRES, 3914, RAMPART DETECTIVES JOHN E. HOWARD, DEPUTY DISTRICT ATTORNEY GEORGE MURPHY, BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION, DISTRICT ATTORNEY’S OFFICE BY SERGEANT PACKETT Q Let’s start off with your name first of all, okay? BY MR. DI PIERRO A. Okay, Vincent Di Pierro. Q. How do you spell the last name? A. D-I capital P-i-e-r-r-o. Q. Do you have a middle name, Vincent? A. Thomas. Q. Thomas, okay, what’s the address where you live? A. 1635 South Beverly Glen. Q. Beverly Glen? A. Right. Q. And this is in what city? A. Los Angeles. Q. All right, was the girl with him? A. It looked as though,… (read more)

Frank Merritt

Mr. Merritt was a security guard at the Ambassador Hotel on June 5, 1968.  He was assigned to the main doors of the Embassy Room when a woman ran out of the serving pantry and yelled, “My God, we need a doctor.  Kennedy’s been killed.” Merritt stated that he drew his gun and ran into the pantry in time to see two men struggling with Sirhan.  He phoned the police and for an ambulance.  He stated that when he first entered the pantry, he observed two men and a woman walking away from him and out of the kitchen.  They… (read more)

Charlton Heston

I auditioned for a play in West Hollywood at Thad Taylor’s Globe Theater.  Mr. Taylor built the theater to resemble the famous Globe Theatre in London to house his beloved Shakespeare productions.  I previously saw a production of Cyrano de Bergerac with DeVeren Bookwalter as Cyrano at the Globe.  He was terrific though the greatest portrayal of Cyrano I ever saw was Peter Donat’s Cyrano with the American Conservatory Theatre in San Francisco.  Mr. Donat has spoiled me for anyone else to ever do that role.  Incredibly, the critics love Jose Ferrer as Cyrano in the film version but I… (read more)


I’m at a record store on Hollywood Blvd.  I see a poster of some new group, Vanity 6.  Never heard of them.  But it’s the girl in the middle of the photo that draws my attention.  Young, beautiful, mulatto, long hair, dressed in a man’s suit, staring right back at you, challenging you to say something.  “Who dat?” I wondered.  Within a month I heard a song on the radio about a “Nasty Girl.”  It was Vanity 6.  As time goes by I learn that Prince is set to film “Purple Rain” but Vanity won’t be in it.  They had… (read more)


I’m rolling into Dallas.  Having written JFK vs CIA I’m finally visiting the scene of the crime.  Seeing the Texas School Book Depository looming large in the distance is thrilling.  Too bad the murder of a president is the source of this excitement.  There is a parking lot above Elm Street overlooking Dealey Plaza and I park my car.  I take the tour of the 6th Floor Museum glancing at the “Sniper’s Nest” but what interests me more is where the rifle was found.  Walking the length of the floor I realize that was quite a walk for the person… (read more)

When does one stop loving?

When does one stop loving someone?  A year?  Five years?  A lifetime?  The half smile she flashes when slightly amused.  Her laugh at an unexpected joke.  “Don’t look at me.”  The Velvet Turtle.  Red Onion first time seeing her.  Chasing her into a dress shop the second.  “You look like someone I saw at the Red Onion a few months ago.  I wanted to get her number but she vanished,” I said.  “I go to the Red Onion,” she volunteered.  “It was the night Irene Cara was there,” I added.  “I was there the night Irene Cara was there,” she… (read more)

Movie Night

Michael:  Let’s go see this film. Ruth:   Who is naked? Michael:  How should I know? Ruth:   Does it have sub-titles? Michael:  No, why?  Can’t you read? Ruth:   Are the actors still alive? Michael:  Yes.  It stars Billy Bob Thornton, a really good actor. Ruth:   Who else is in it? Michael:  I’m sure other actors.  It’s not a monologue. Ruth:   I’ll ask you one more time.  Who is the girl? Michael:  halle berry. Ruth:   WHO? Michael:  Halle Berry!

Senator Gloria Romero

September 13, 2007 Senator Gloria Romero 149 S. Mednick Avenue, Suite 203 East Los Angeles, CA  90022 Dear Senator Romero: It was a pleasure meeting you at the rally on the steps of City Hall in Los Angeles a few weeks ago.  You asked me to find out what specifically were Sirhan’s complaints at Corcoran Prison.  He has since communicated them to me. In the aftermath of the 9/11 attack on the Twin Towers, his situation at Corcoran rapidly deteriorated.  A prison guard accused Sirhan of being a “terrorist.”  This was followed by a series of wild accusations that prison… (read more)

Tyra Banks

“You know Tyra Banks?” I asked.  Someone in the office had tipped me.  “I’m her aunt,” Gloria smugly replied.  You must be from the dark side of the family, I thought but for once thankfully kept my mouth shut.  Now I was embarrassed and not a little shamed.  Surely sitting just a few desks from mine Gloria’s heard my rants about male Negroes not being able to walk out of the house without committing a felony.  Damn.  And I be liking my Tyra.  Gloria never said much at work but noticed everything.  Know everything and say nothing.  A good policy… (read more)

Keith Hernandez

Went out to Dodger Stadium to watch the game.  More of a pilgrimage that I purposely had been putting off.  Inside the stadium I heard my name called and recognized the voice.  John Hernandez, my little league and youth league baseball coach and father of Keith Hernandez, first baseman for the St. Louis Cardinals, was standing and waving at me.  He insisted I sit with him and Gary, Keith’s brother.  Mr. Hernandez walked me toward first base to meet Keith.  Stadium security came forward to wave us off but Mr. Hernandez explained he was Keith’s father.  Keith came over and… (read more)

The Dog Whisperer

I hate my friend Rachel’s car.  It’s a Mercedes Jeep something.   You hop into it like you’re climbing into a stagecoach.  The seats are uncomfortable, you can’t see out the back window and must use a camera to see anything behind you.  Each time I enter it I remind Rachel we’re not traveling through the Sahara just the mean streets and highways of L.A.  But it’s a Mercedes and expensive and cool so you’re suppose to be impressed.  The only good thing about taking this monster anywhere is she isn’t making me climb into her Astin Martin.  Don’t even… (read more)

Sharon Stone

Called to do background work on a television show I arrived at Manhattan Beach Studios at 3:00 p.m.  An afternoon call time means we’ll be shooting throughout the evening.  I was told by casting to bring a suit and I would be filming a courtroom scene. After changing into my suit in a bathroom which we’re not suppose to do, I walked over to the holding room for background talent as we prefer to be called.  I noticed a very attractive blonde sitting in a chair in front of the security guard’s desk.  I took note how much she looked… (read more)

Pat Boone

One Sunday morning I was driving down Sherman Way in the Valley passing “Church on the Way” when I noticed a drop dead gorgeous blonde Viking queen walking toward the entrance.  Too young for me I thought, but isn’t everyone.  I made a U turn and drove into the Church parking lot.  She was beautiful and a Church girl.  An impossible combination to ignore and in this last decade in L.A. with the illegal alien invasion, finding a Caucasian girl is like stumbling across a long thought extinct species.  I entered the Church and began walking up and down the… (read more)

Sun Valley Middle School

“You fat bitch.”  The middle school student was addressing his female PE coach who was taking attendance.  I was so angry I was tempted to pick the student up and toss him twenty yards to teach him some manners.  As a substitute teacher I was taking role of my own class which was seated next to hers.  There are 700,000 students in the Los Angeles Unified School District.  Only ten percent are Caucasian.  Seventy percent are Hispanic with most of these students being Mexican.  A direct result of the massive invasion of Mexican nationals pouring across our border illegally and… (read more)

High School Confidential

A friend of mine, a high school English teacher with the Los Angeles Unified School District, asked me to substitute teach for her.  Teachers are given a one hour student free prep period each day and I took the time to read the student essays on the bulletin board.  These are the outstanding examples of the students work and the teacher had written “Excellent” and “Outstanding” across the top of their essays.  The writing was on a seventh grade level.  Granted, the school is ninety percent Mexican but these kids have been through elementary, middle school and now high school…. (read more)

Coast to Coast

I spoke to producer Tom Danheiser on the phone and he asked me why he had never heard of me.  I told him I was content that citizens who absolutely must know the truth about the JFK assassination find my book and although I’m a terrific researcher and writer I’m not much of a salesman.  He enthusiastically told me to drop off my book and new RFK material at the radio station and I did so.  Never heard from him again. Several months later I saw that George Noury, the host of Coast to Coast AM, was to make an… (read more)

Cathy O’Brien

Rachel and I agreed to meet in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theater in Hollywood.  The Hollywood-Highland complex has abundant parking and Rachel coming from West L.A. and myself, the Valley, it’s a convenient compromise place to meet.  I haven’t told her what the surprise is because I’m disinclined to let my adversaries know any future time and place I might be.  There are reasons why I haven’t ended up like Lee Bowers and other Warren Commission witnesses.  Walking down Hollywood Blvd. in between dodging Superman, Batman, Marilyn Monroe and other celebrity look-alike street performers, I informed Rachel we were going… (read more)