Chapter 12
Murder In Miami I had many fond memories of attending grade school at St.
Charles
Borremeo
in
Parma and can still even remember the names of my teachers and most of my classmates, yet I can't tell you what I ate for breakfast three days ago.
According
to the doctors this short-term memory physical
abuse
and
loss is due
primarily to some
head injuries I sustained while in custody. (See
chapters 14-18) It is a most aggravating and frustrating problem to have, especially if you are trying to run a business. I can easily forget details of a meeting if I don't take notes and once even stood my wife up for lunch after making the date only a few hours earlier. But getting back on track here, Mrs. Sponseller was my fourth grade teacher and the one thing I remember about her is the collection of photos and nick naks that she had on
her desk -
more so than any of
my other teachers. Perhaps
because all the others except Ms, Butler were nuns. But there was one little item that really caught my attention and puzzled me for years to come. It was a hand-painted porcelain frame that held a little placard with just six words on it.
But each word was carefully written in calligraphy and it read "Men plan and God just laughs". I had just recently learned to read and these words were quite intriguing to me and I just had to ask her what they 224
meant. With a smile and the patience that only an elementary school teacher could possible have, she bent over and simply tol me "One day you will understand and you will think these words were written just for you". Indeed, some fifteen years later I recalled those six little words, and knew exactly what she meant.
Just a few short weeks before my bribery trial was to begin, I received the worst news of my life.
My key defense witness and coworker, IRS
Officer Liston Smith was found murdered in his Miami apartment - stabbed to death.
I received the horrible news via a Miami herald newspaper
clipping that someone had mailed to me anonymously. At first I thought it was a joke, but a call to Liston's home confirmed the reality of the horror. I was sick to my stomach and couldn't eat nor sleep for two days. Just three weeks ago we we're talking together.
What happened with the IRS and Tea Party supporters in 2012 is not new. This abuse was going on as far back as 1984. The author is one of two IRS agents that reported the abuse to the FBI. One agent was murdered and the authored was jailed until the 1988 elections passed. Very convenient. FBI Agent Ben Grogan said Attorney General Meese and Senator Paula Hawkins were both involved. Back then they were targeting financial donors of then Governor Bob Graham who was making his initial bid for a Senate seat.
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and now he was dead.
Life can be so rude. Liston was a bright kid in
his prime and did nothing to deserve such a fate. Perhaps it was the truth that got him killed. After regaining my composure, immediately
tried repeatedly
reach Special Agent phone
I
Grogan by
but he strangely
to take my calls.
to
refused
Ditto for Jerry.
It didn't take me long to see the writing
on the wall. The two key
witnesses scandal safely
of a major
political
in the making were now silenced
and discredited.
Liston was dead and n o w … w a s behind
bars
where
I my
every telephone call and letter was
closely monitored
and
recorded.
This was just
too
damn
convenient for the government. I now count my blessings for I was the lucky one. Months later I called the Miami Herald reporter who covered the story without revealing my identity and was shocked to learn the following facts. There was no forced
entry of Liston's apartment.
Whoever
murdered Liston, was either known to him or trusted by him, like a friend, or someone
posing as a government
official who may have
flashed a badge or some credentials, either fake or real.
If not, it is
not likely that anyone on Miami would open their door for a stranger. Liston's apartment was not ransacked and nothing was stolen, even his
wallet
fingerprints
containing of
the
cash, assailant
ruling were
out
a
found
robbery at
the
motive. murder
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suggesting
that this was premeditated
murder where the assailant
wore gloves. Today in retrospect I suspect the murder was transacted by a contract killer, not unlike one of the thugs G. Gordon Liddy hired to conduct the infamous
Watergate
burglaries.
Thugs for hire in
Miami's underground are both plentiful and cheap. But even a greater mystery than the murder itself, was why the FBI weren't
investigating
American
it.
In fact, this was the first time in modern
history that the murder
of a U.S. federal agent wasn't
being investigated by the FBI. Is it because they already knew who killed Liston and why?
Instead the matter was being handled by the Metro Dade
Police Department's Homocide division.
A few months later I would learn from
a detective, that even though the FBI wasn't investigating Liston's murder, they saw fit to confiscate the Metro Dade homicide files on him! Later I would speak with
this
same detective about Liston's death years
later after he
resigned/retired from the MDPD and became a private investigator in Miami .
As of today, I have not been able to ascertain if those files were ever returned to their rightful owner. Only a week or two after Liston's murder, I saw a follow-up story in the Herald suggesting that Liston was "probably killed by a jealous gay lover"
I grew enraged since I had twice met his girlfriend less
than three months ago.
She was a pretty little thing who told me she
worked as jewelry store clerk. name like Thomas, dead man and why?
Joseph,
Her last name I remember was a first or Williams.
Who wanted to smear a
My mind was quickly filling with questions but
very few answers came to my rescue. But I was in no position to play private investigator.
I was overcome with panic and a desperation
after I realized that without Liston's corroborating testimony, it would now be just my word alone against the U.S. government,
and nobody
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would
believe
precisely
a man accused
the scenario
of a crime
that was cleverly
behind created
bars.
This is
by design - to
eliminate the risk of public disclosure of the IRS hit list and those in government
behind
it.
Now only Ben and Jerry
along with the
honchos in Washington were the only other people that knew about the list, and I was now wondering if they would have the balls to tell the truth if subpoenaed.
But since neither Ben nor Jerry would take
my calls, I was not holding out much hope. Meanwhile
Debbie got news from the lawyers that the U.S. Attorney's
office was offering a plea bargain "deal".
I called Herb to get the
details and he told me that the deal that was put on the table would require me to plead guilty to the bribery charge in exchange for a sentence of probation.
I was i m m e di a t e ly
repulsed b y the i dea of
pleading guilty to a crime I didn't commit. I could never bring myself to do such a thing I insisted. But the reality of Liston's sudden and very timely murder, and my inability to reach Ben and Jerry forced me to reevaluate, especially
since Assistant
U.S. Attorney
kept saying I was going to prison for 15 years!
Michael Cohen
Scare tactics or not,
he had made a believer out of Debbie and she kept suggesting that I should take the deal and get as far away from the U.S. Government as I possibly could. I was stunned at how quickly the situation had changed. With Liston's testimony, I was prepared to stand up and not only fight the charges, but expose the IRS corruption that we reported to the FBI. I would surely be vindicated beyond any question or doubt. Now that he was removed from the equation, I felt quite hopeless, depressed, and at the mercy of the most intimidating Attorneys.
people
I had ever met -
U.S.
If only I could get a hold of Grogan, I was sure he would 228
never lie under oath. But why wasn't he accepting
my phone calls
Did he choose to do so or was he ordered to avoid further contact with me? Scared and confused, I began to wonder if I might also join Liston if I went on the stand and testified about how we stumbled upon the IRS hit list, and our meetings with Ben and Jerry and how the DOJ chose to sweep things under the rug to protect their boss, Attorney General Ed Meese.
Would
they
even
let me tell the story
in a public
courtroom, or would they choose to smear or have me killed? was convinced want".
of the latter and begged me to just
Debbie
"do what they
If I didn't play their game, I came to the conclusion that at very
best I would be convicted and jailed, even though this was my first offense.
If I did "what they wanted" and plead guilty, I would walk free
but have the indelible stain of a criminal conviction which would effectively end my government
on my record,
career, and prevent me
from getting grade A corporate employment in the future. And the thought of going to a prison scared the hell out of me. never saw the insides of prison but certainly saw a lot of movies like Cool Hand Luke and was convinced it was not a nice or safe place to be at age 25. Then it dawned on me that if I was sent off to jail, I would probably lose Debbie, the girl I wanted to marry, even if my mother disowned
me as she threatened to do. After all, she was a
beautiful young girl who could not be expected to put her social and sex life on hold for years at a time. Even though she said she'd wait for me, it would not be fair for her to do so. The pressure was building on me every day to betray myself and plead guilty. How I wish my father was still alive. He would know what to do. I sure didn't.
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The
final
factor
decision
was
which
influenced
purely
my
financial. Herb
matter-of -factly told me that the $15,000 I paid in legal fees would not cover the cost of a trial and that I would have top come up with another decided
$20,000
if I
to go to trial. But both Debbie
and I recall
that
when
we gave
them
the $15,000 it would be for a trial since we discussed no other options at the time but a trial.
But that was
then and this is now, and we had no way of getting a refund. simply did not have any more money and I remember
We
Debbie making
some comment that apparently "justice was sold by the pound".
In
retrospect, she wasn't too far from the mark with her assessment of the correlation of money and justice in America. naturally
more expensive.
Like everything
Better lawyers are
else, the legal fees of
attorneys is ultimately determined by the laws of supply and demand. Certainly F.
Lee Bailey would have handled matters differently, but
got the lawyer that our budget could afford. Three days before my court appearance,
I conceded and took what
everyone claimed to be was "the easy way out". I agreed with Herb that I would plead guilty, say I was sorry to the judge and get a sentence
of five years probation.
We stood before the Honorable
Alcee Hastings, the only black federal judge in Florida at the time. less than a year, Hastings corruption
and
bribery
himself would
charges
and face
(Today he is a U.S. Congressman).
In
be indicted on his own impeachment
hearings.
But this day, I was assured by
both Herb and the prosecutor that I was standing
before an honest
and fair man who would help me out of this mess since it was my 230
"first offense" and because I had "an admirable community service". Jerome
Stano,
history of volunteer
The letters from Senator John Glenn, Senator
Congress
Mottl and others
written
years
before,
attesting to my character and integrity would also influence the Judge Or so I was told. Despite all this, I still not feel comfortable with what I had to do, and I was quickly growing a guilty conscience
for what
I agreed to do.
Inside I felt I was not only betraying my own values, but all those nuns at St. Charles, the fathers of Padua, and my own father the very most. But here I stood in this massive and ornate federal courtroom in Miami looking ten feet up at a Judge who peered down at me in a way that made me exceptionally
nervous. After reading my charges,
he told me that that he was made aware of a plea bargain and then Judge Hastings asked me a string of questions to ensure that I was not under the influence of any medications,
alcohol, and that I was
sane. After answering the easy questions he came to the really hard one and asked me how I pleaded.
I hesitated, looked over at Debbie
and then Herb who gave me a reassuring nod. Herb told me to just say "Guilty your honor" but those words simply could not come out of my mouth. He asked me a second time and I felt Herb nudging me and whisper
in my ear "Just say it and get it over with".
that my conscience convenience
would
allow me to do "I plead
I did the best guilty
only
for
your honor". I could tell by the grimace on Hasting's
face that he didn't very much like my reply. There was dead silence in the courtroom as Cohen glared at me and Herb rushed to my side to tell me I shouldn't have said that.
Judge Hastings called Herb and
Cohen up to the bench for a little private conference known as a "side bar".
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After
Herb returned to my
side
he told
the judge that
me that
that
was "pissed"
and
he was
through
going
the
to go
routine
one
more time and that
I must
only say one word
"guilty"
and nothing
more. If I didn't do exactly
as he said, Herb insisted I
would be going to prison. So once again, I stood before the Judge and he started all over as if we were only rehearsing the first time.
This
time I did as I was told and just said "Guilty", the most distasteful, foul, and regretful word that ever came out of my mouth.
Judge Hastings seemed relieved and instructed me to come back in about two months for sentencing Sentence
Investigation
so that he could review my "Pre-
Report" a document prepared but yet more
government officials that would summarize my life history, absence of other criminal activity, and identify the sentencing guidelines for the judge.
I was a bit confused at hearing this because I had expected
the Judge to sentence me to the probation today. put off for two months?
Why was it being
Herb assured me that this was the normal
routine and that I had nothing to worry about. "The worst part is over" he insisted. Boy was he wrong. I did not know Herb very well.
In fact, when I learned he was my
lawyer I was surprised and a bit disappointed.
When I was arrested,
the National Treasury Employees Union contacted Debbie and then me to say they were getting me the best lawyer they knew, a fellow by the name record.
of Jack
Solewicz
who
had an impressive
win/loss
And it was Jack that actually came to visit and interview me.
But after our $15,000
check
cleared,
Jack disappeared
over the 232
horizon and off the radar screen forever, and Herb appeared out of nowhere
claiming
he was an "associate"
of Jack's.
Not knowing
better at the time, I took him at his word. I should have picked up the fact that the two lawyers had offices in different states but it slipped my attention.
In reality, Herb was sub-contracted
by Solewicz, who I
learned would not touch my case for less than $25,000 and we simply did not have that kind of money.
Like everything else in life - you get
what you pay for, and we got Herb Sachs by default. Had
I
known
then
what
I would
soon
learn
about
Herb
Sachs, we would never have
agreed
to
the
hand-off that took place. In
less
months
than
three
I would
learn
that Herb was fighting the demons of alcoholism, was a womanizer going on his third marriage, and had little time left to do any legal work. But as a long-time friend of Jack Solewicz, he would get thrown a few crumbs from time to time. And I was his most recent donation. Herb never once returned a phone call less than three days after he got one, habitually
arrived
late at every hearing,
and even invited
Debbie to a hotel room while I was jailed - an incident Debbie would keep from me for yet another two months because she later said "I was afraid you'd beat the guy up and we wouldn't get our $15,000 back".
She was right on both counts.
I can't help but think now that
perhaps his motives for wanting me to plead guilty were not genuinely for my own good but to make his life a lot simpler. After all, he would 233
not have to interview witnesses, research case law, or prepare motions if we didn't
go to trial.
He would
simply have to make two court
appearances that each lasted about an hour and make $10,000 told
me later that Jack
kept $5,000
for himself).
He would make
$5,000 per hour less his travel expenses of about $1,000 overall. bad for a couple h o u r s of work. Herb
was
not the
money
offered to fight at a trial.
were
Not
What bothered me the most about
aspect,
but rather
how he never once
Both he and Jack had vehemently
that my case was a "classic entrapment scheme" be won at trial.
(He
insisted
that could easily
But this kind of talk evaporated quickly after they
paid, and although
I insisted
that Herb get a sworn statement
from Liston Smith in case he changed
his mind about testifying,
he
never did. I guess he was too busy trying to get into Debbie’s panties at the time.
I have since learned that Herb turned his life around and begin winning some big cases about ten years ago. I am glad for his recovery but it came a bit too late for me. At any rate, Debbie and I showed up for my sentencing hearing as scheduled, but Herb was nowhere in sight.
The hearing was delayed
for over an hour until Herb finally arri ved smelli ng li k e a martini. This was my first hint that he had a drinking problem.
He claimed that he
had missed a connection due to a late arrival, but later that day when I called Southwest Airlines, I learned that his flights had arrived on time. It was Her b who screwed u p his connection p e r h a p s i n du lgi n g himself a bit too much at the airport lounge.
Over the last two months, I got very little sleep thinking about that guilty plea and was looking for some way to prove my innocence 234
without Liston's assistance. Yes, they had a videotape of me taking the cash, but it was not a bribe. It was le gi ti m a t e
payment f o r a
legitimate job I completed on my own time. My only real crime of sorts was
moonlighting
at a s ec on d
job.
Certainly
IRS policies but it was not a criminal offense.
it was a g a i n s t
But would a jury believe
my story if it was only my word against
the FBI? They carefully
designed their scheme and I unwitting played the role they led me into. Once caught in their sticky web, it all seemed so hopeless.
No
jury would believe me without some proof.
I needed
some s u p p o r t i n g
evidence
or testimony
and both
were hiding quite well. But It dawned at me one restless night that if I did what the government some IRS computer and retrieved
logs showing
information
absolutely impossible computer access
such confidential
of
my
like Lea
I accessed
Velasquez.
County Courthouse,
own· and Posner
information.
information on Velasquez
retrieve
on
that
the
This
computer
would
be
since as a rookie I was not yet assigned
code
through supervisors
Dade
said I did, then there would have to be
or
had Mary
And since
from the I
could
always
had
Williams
I had gotten
public
records
easily
go
to
to
go
access
all of my
section
back
a
of the
there
and
the same records again in front of a jury to show them how
easy it is to locate people through property tax records, divorce filings, etc.
I now grew excited
convincingly computer
even with a
thinking skeptical
that I could jury
by
the
exonerate absence
myself of
a
log entry and by actually taking the jury to do a courthouse
search of public records.
I could not go back to sleep.
But I had pled
guilty. It was too late to do anything now - or so I thought.
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At the crack of down I was going through the yellow pages jotting down the name of every criminal defense attorney in Miami since I knew better than to try and call Herb.
I did not need i nfor mati on in
three days. I needed to know what could be done today.
I called over
thirty law offices only to discover that criminal defense lawyers spend their mornings in courtrooms with bail hearings. But in an ironic twist of fate, I did get through Patricia Williams.
to a North Dade woman
lawyer named
I explained my situation, as briefly as I could and
told her that I wanted to change my plea to "not guilty" and go to trial confident that I could be acquitted.
She agreed with me and told me I
shouldn't have pled guilty in the first place but consoled me with the fact that the law allowed for a defendant sentencing".
"to revoke a plea prior to
I then asked her how much she would charge to do this
for me and after telling me $10,000 she asked me a question of her own "Who is the presiding judge?"
When I told her it was Judge
Hastings, I heard her chuckle. "What’s so funny?"
I asked.
Rather
than explain, she just told me that she had too big a case load to take on a new case, and that I would need to find another lawyer.
How
odd I thought, just a few minutes ago she was eager to take on my case and now after learning who my judge is she's too busy. learned however that Mrs. Williams declining
had done the ethical thing by
to pursue my case further.
indicted for corruption,
I later
When Judge
Hastings was
her name appeared a few times in the local
papers as being his fiancee at the time.
But none the less, I was very grateful for the good news she gave me. Besides, I didn't have another $10,000 to hire another lawyer. would have to make do with Herb.
I
I went through the ritual of leaving
messages for Herb and waited patiently for his return call.
When it
came, I told him of my conversation with Atty. Williams and my plans 236
to revoke my plea and request a trial.
Herb actually grew irate at the
idea of having to go to trial and complained about making more trips to Miami.
We agreed that we'd each rethink our own positions and
speak again when he came to Miami for the scheduled sentencing hearing. And that day was only a week away. For the first time in months I felt some restored energy and dignity. I was looking forward to clearing my name and reputation, which was painted black by the Miami Herald news article of my arrest.
I later
learned that the Herald didn't investigate or write their own story on me, but instead was provided a "news release" from the FBI.
Had
some reporter come to interview me, I would have gladly told him what really went down and how.
But now I was feeling good about
myself again with the knowledge
knowing
refute the absence of a computer
that the FBI could not
log access entry for Velasquez.
And once the truth was known about how and why Camuso was hired to set me up, I was sure that most any juror of average intelligence would be able to see the big picture.
Furthermore, at the time of my arrest, I was being considered for an internal affairs position within IRS (inspection
division) after working
on
I actually
undercover
on a case
genuine bribe offer
for them
and reported
where
it immediately.
received
a
So why would I
spurn and report a much larger bribe and allegedly accept a smaller one?
And if my integrity
was really suspect, then why was I as a
rookie being interviewed for an internal affairs position?
Surely a jury
could pick up on these contradictions. Once free I'd put out my own "new release"
of sorts about the three meetings
conversations
Liston and
I had with
polygraph test if anyone disbelieved me. a court
appearance,
I was
actually
and six telephone
Ben and Jerry Now instead
and take a of
dreading
looking forward to it. Indeed 237
things were looking up. letter
I was
waiting
I even had a surprise in my mailbox -
for from the
FBI
months
ago finally
Believe it or not, the FBI was now actively recruiting and their
personnel
department
was
unaware
of
that
arrived.
apparently
my conviction
because now they were writing to a arrange a personal interview! The beauty of bureaucracy - only in America.
Sentencing
day arrived, but once again Herb was late.
Once again,
an hour recess was taken pending Herb's appearance.
Because he
arrived so late, we did not have the chance to exchange anything more than greetings when Judge Hastings entered the courtroom.
As
Judge Hastings called me before him and began to announce that he had read my PSI report, I interrupted and asked to speak. petrified
and
apparently
Ms.
Williams
did
not
Herb was
mention
my
conversation with her to the Judge, because he too was surprised. "I'll give you a chance to speak in a few minutes Mr. Gorcyca" he said.
But I quickly rebutted, "You're honor I want to revoke my
plea and go to trial".
"What!?" he asked. And so I tried to make it
more clear by repeating myself
"I want to revoke my plea and go to
trial because I found a way to prove my innocence".
Just as in
the previous hearing, Cohen and Herb were called up for a sidebar and then a brief recess was called. to tell me
remain
silent
bargain "recommendation" position ofwanting a trial.
or
Herb was instructed by the Judge he
altogether.
may But
disregard I was
the
adamant
plea in my
Herb and Cohen reproached Hastings and
what they said up there still remains a mystery to me. When their little sidebar ended, Judge Hastings acted as if I never spoke up and proclaimed "After reading your PSI report and finding no evidence of remorse for your crime, I hereby sentence you to five years in prison".
I was absolutely stupefied and speechless.
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and
I just
looked
at each other
in total disbelief
and Herb was
anxiously trying to shut me up before I blew a fuse.
Even the court
reporter, a black girl named Brenda seemed amazed at what just happened. "What the fuck is going on here!?" I demanded an answer from Herb, and all he could say is "Don't worry, we'll win on appeal. will be overturned on appeal".
For sure this
But this was little comfort for Debbie
and I who were outraged at how I was just ignored by the Judge. I kept asking Herb, "Do I or do I not have a legal right to revoke my plea prior to sentencing?"
He assured me that I did but Hastings had
already left the bench and returned to his chambers.
The one good
thing that Herb did do for me was quickly file a notice or appeal so I could remain free on bail. purpose
It was a boiler-plate form but it served it's
in keeping me a free man for the moment.
This appeal
would drag out for months during which time it was growing more and more difficult for me to locate Herb. told me that Herb was supposedly know which.
in a rehab center but she didn't
A girl no longer answered hi s business phone.
replaced w i t h a n answering messages,
I located his now ex-wife who
I found
machine.
She was
After two weeks of leaving
one of my own from
Herb on our answering
machine "There's still no word on the appeal so just relax.
As soon
as I hear something, I'll let you know". So, I went problems
on with my life trying to keep my mind off my legal
and started
hunting for a new job so I could have the
money to hire a good lawyer of the non-alcoholic
variety.
It was
about this time that Debbie told me about Herb's drunken attempt to seduce her into going to his hotel room, and she was right I was enraged.
Herb didn't know how lucky he was to be miles away from
me right now. As far as I was concerned,
Herb was history and I sent 239
him a letter thanking him for his services without mentioning his failed conquest of my fiance, and politely asked him to send me my files.
I
sent this letter to the last known address I had from him in Las Vegas, but never got a reply nor my files.
Since he was allegedly Jack
Solewicz's "associate" I called Jack and asked him to ensure that my files were returned to me. But now Jack was singing a different song saying that Herb really didn't work for his firm after all and that Herb was on his own "somewhere out west".
But if he were to hear from
Herb he'd ask him to call me. To this very day I have no idea what happened
to Herb and can only speculate.
alcoholic
He is only the second
I have ever met, and I have come to recognize alcoholism
to be an overpowering disease that never claims just one victim.
I began feeling some growing guilt for Liston's awful death.
After all, I was convinced
he'd
be alive today if we didn't call the FBI and give them
copies
documents
we found
I was
convinced
government enough
of
to expose
Liston's murder.
damning
at the IRS. Likewise, that
would
those
someone
be honest
and decent
the real motive
Maybe
in
someone
behind in the
Florida State government would not have an interest
in protecting
federal
employees
and politicians
from
prosecution. About this time, I happened to notice a series of articles in the Miami Herald about State's
Attorney
Janet Reno who was
dealing with some local police corruption cases, and from reading the articles I sensed this woman was indeed a woman of conscience and integrity. debated
I decided that I would reach out to her with a feeler, and how to
best go about
it.
I decided
I would
call her 240
anonymously from a pay phone and tell her what I knew but not how I knew it, and I certainly wouldn't identify myself.
After days of calling two or three times a day, the best I could do was get secretaries who offered to take messages. able to do so.
But one afternoon I actually got lucky when I decided
to trick the operator into thinking Reno.
I was
I called saying only that
returning
Janet's
call.
a personal
I was "Rick"
It worked,
reach
information
her.
"What's
this about?"
she
about some government corruption
Liston Smith".
I expected
friend
of
a personal
Mrs. friend
I was put right through to Mrs.
Reno, and I apologized for the ruse, explaining to
Obviously, I was not
that I was desperate asked.
"I
have
and the murder of
her to be skeptical and she was until I
told her that I was a friend of Liston's and knew he had sensitive political
documents
in his possession before he was murdered, and
that I had previously worked for the IRS.
She was definitely interested
but I could hear other people talking in the background.
"I'm in the
middle of a meeting right now but I would like to hear more about this. Jot down this number,
it's my personal
next week if you can".
I searched for a scrap of paper and a pen and
wrote down the number 305-547-7103
direct line and call me back
before we said good bye and
hung up. Liston's death would not go in vain I vowed. God's
help those who trashed
And with
my good name and reputation
would
also one day stand before a judge of their own. I actually b e l i e v e d t h a t the truth was more powerful than politics and somehow would prevail. Looking back, I was extremely idealistic and naive - the product of private Catholic schooling and righteous and moral parents. prepared
for the
brutal
realities
of life, and those
I was ill-
power-hungry 241
politicians who live only for money and the more power it can buy them.
Liston
sophisticated
and
I were
nothing
political chess game.
but expendable
pawns
in a
We did not choose to play this
game - we thought we'd only be spectators when we first contacted the FBI with our discovery of IRS abuse. How they made us unwilling players of this deadly game was ingenious.
And like in any chess
game, the queen and king are guarded at any cost.
According to FBI Special Agent Ben Grogan, former Attorney General Ed Meese was “well aware of what was going down” and suggested he was “complicit by his inaction” Grogan said the Florida IRS hit list was compiled by former Republican Senator Paula Hawkins said he had not yet determined who in the IRS was “facilitating her”. The author is confident Grogan would have gotten to the bottom of things if the case was not taken away from him by DoJ in Washington.
Men plan and God just laughs. - Author Unknown
NOTE: In 2010, the Washington Congressional Watchdog group Judicial Watch listed Congressman Alcee Hastings as one of the most corrupt Congressmen in Washington and No. 1 for Nepotism. He arranged a job in the U.S. government that pays his girlfriend $500,000 annually. Visit www.JudicialWatch.org for more details. And to this day I have never seen nor been provided a copy of ANY motion nor appeal that Herb Sachs claimed to have filed on my behalf. I requested copies more than a dozen times from him.
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