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The Incredible Story of Mike Robinson

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The Incredible Story of Mike Robinson

Post by Guest on Thu 20 Mar 2014, 9:48 am

This story has greater credibility in light of Doris Holan's account of a second police car at the Tippit shooting, and remembering that Roscoe White began working across the street from Austin's Bar-B-Cue in late 1962 at the American National Life Insurance Company; Tippit stopped White's former co-worker James Andrews a few minutes before his death in a frantic attempt to find something or somebody.

The Incredible Story of Mike Robinson
by Walt Brown
Reprinted from "Treachery in Dallas"

Anyone who does not believe strongly in either irony or coincidence will have to rethink their attitudes when they hear the revelations given to me by Mike Robinson.

As it is the central thesis of my work that elements of the Dallas Police Department had a far greater involvement in the JFK assassination than heretofore considered, it seems odd that the same police department "gave" me Mike Robinson.


I subsequently contacted Mike, as I had copied his name and phone number from the reporter's notes (Woodward or Bernstein I'm not). I explained that I had been standing next to him for the interview and that I had heard most of his comments, but that I just wanted to make sure I had heard them correctly. Mr. Robinson, not knowing my voice over the phone from Adam's, checked me out through people in Texas and only then shared his story.

Mike Robinson was fourteen years old the day the President was killed. Since I had been sixteen at the time, I felt I could relate to the emotions he told of.

He had watched the motorcade at Main and Harwood, the corner where Dallas police headquarters was located, with a friend whose father was a higher-up in the police. I have since been able to confirm the existence of both the friend, his father's rank, and his father's perhaps too-deep curiosity as to the events of November 22.

After the motorcade passed, the boys went to a theater, bought their tickets and popcorn, and then heard the rapidly spreading news that the President had been shot. Figuring that headquarters would be the center of subsequent action, he and his friend hastened back there in time to get to the third floor, check in with the friend's father, and then see Lee Oswald being led out of the elevator. Since this was a once-in-a-lifetime adventure for a young boy, and since the media were mobbing the area anyway, they stayed and observed the goings-on.

Mike indicated that he overheard in conversation that it was clear to anyone who was talking that the police were convinced beyond all reasonable doubt, even as early as 2:30 PM, that Oswald was the culprit on both counts. He also learned that J.D. Tippit had been killed. That event, while tragic, was not overly troubling to Mike, as many neighborhood kids knew Tippit from his comings and goings at Austin's Barbeque, and Tippit had arrested Mike's brother for drinking beer in public. The local teenagers, it was noted, had no use for Tippit, whom they viewed as your garden-variety asshole.

Putting that aside, Mike and his friend saw Oswald moved from the various places he was shunted to, and also saw him inside one of the glass homicide cubicles, until such time as newspaper was taped up to keep out the curious. Mike aso saw Bobby Hargis, the motorcycle officer splattered with particulate matter from the President, return to headquarters with blood and brain matter on him and his helmet, and when the realization of events hit Hargis, violently slammed the helmet into a wall and literally went beserk, requiring a number of other officers to restrain him (an event unknown to- or unreported by- the Warren Commission).

Part I of II


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Re: The Incredible Story of Mike Robinson

Post by Guest on Thu 20 Mar 2014, 10:18 am

As afternoon approached evening, a trip to the rest room became an absolute necessity, but with extra police and media on the third floor, that was impossible. So Mike was taken, by the ranking officer whose son he was with, down to the lowest level of the building, where the officers had their lockers, and told that the rest room was just past the locker room.

While in the toilet/stall, the enormity of events hit Mike hard and he became emotional about them now that he found himself literally alone with the knowledge that the president he had just waved to a few hours earlier was now in a coffin. As this emotional turmoil came upon him, the rest room serenity was broken by the arrival of three individuals. Not to appear a sissy or be embarrassed, Mike lifted his feet and "hid" in the stall so that anyone observing would think that only the three men who had just entered were present.

Their brief conversation forever changed Mike Robinson's life. Initially there were whispers, but eventually one individual- and these people were police or police-related in the officers' rest room- vented some anger through gritted teeth, with appropriate profanity, to make statements that add great credence to the thesis enunciated herein.

As Mike Robinson reconstructs the statements, the order was: (angrily) "You knew you were supposed to kill Lee", followed by icy silence, then the same voice in the same nasty tone, "then, you stupid son of a bitch, you go kill a cop..." At this point, another individual entered the room, and the first three fell silent. The newcomer, who Mike could identify as wearing blue, "did his business, flushed the urinal, and left." The original three then concluded, "Lee will have to be killed before they take him to Washington.'

Naturally uncomfortable with what he had heard, Mike remained in his hideout for a decent span of time after the three men left the room, then left. As he passed through the police locker room, one officer, in the process of changing his clothes, stared at Mike, as if to say, "Were you in there when we were?" Having been shown every available photo of officers on the Dallas Police force at the time, Mike Robinson believes that the man who stared at him in a menacing way was Roscoe White.

Caveat emptor. Some of the narrative cited above came to light as the result of hypnosis. This is not uncommon in police procedure, as witnesses to crimes can often be hypnotized and reveal details- from clothing to license plates- that they seemed totally unaware of in a conscious state. I was hypnotized in 1984 to begin the cure of a phobic concern, and I can personally report the success of the hypnosis. So if one chooses to see Mike as an opportunist, the obvious criticism is that he did not recall the entire story, although to this day, when he sees the ominous photo of Roscoe White in the Dallas Assassination Information Center, he admits that it scares the living hell out of him.

The hypnosis, which I asked a number of skeptical questions about and which will be well covered in Coke Buchanan's writings about Mike, was done by an expert with a Ph.D. in hypnotherapy. It revealed that it was Mike's deep-seated belief that one of the three bathroom individuals had something to do with an "agency". He also believes "100 percent" that Roscoe White killed J.D. Tippit.

I have checked with sources to see if it was in any way possible that Oswald could have been in that bathroom, or if media people had made statements that could have been confused. I was assured that Oswald did "his business" in his cell, or in the third-floor rest room, and that the one place that would have been off-limits to press, and thus private to officers, was the area in question.


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Re: The Incredible Story of Mike Robinson

Post by Guest on Thu 20 Mar 2014, 11:45 am

Is Mike Robinson still alive?


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