Early Warren Commission critic and researcher Vincent Salandria, author of False Mystery, gave us permission to reprint his comment on the New York Times’ recent obituary of HSCA investigator Gaeton Fonzi (also reprinted on the website) and an exchange with another researcher Joe Martinez.
Please note that today, September 13, 2012, the New York Times printed an obituary of the remarkable investigative reporter, Gaeton Fonzi, who did vital historical work proving that our national security state killed President Kennedy in a military-intelligence coup. What a mighty two-week long struggle must have occurred within the Times to make the decision to print the favorable obituary on this historical hero. For them to do so required them to break from their forty-nine years of unremitting pretense at being benighted regarding the historical meaning of the Kennedy assassination.
To those on the Times who did battle which resulted in praise of Gaeton Fonzi, I extend my thanks. Mr. Fonzi’s magnificent contributions to history have much relevancy to the present policies of the U.S. national security state.
Vincent J. Salandria
The first paragraph in the prologue of The Last Investigation [Gaeton Fonzi's book] has always stayed in my mind:
At some point in each of our lives, we encounter the reality of death and are struck by its absolute finality. For some it comes traumatically, on the field of battle, in an automobile accident or just being at the bedside of a dying loved one, watching in anguish that terrible, hollow last breath of life drift softly from a body. For others it could arrive with the shock of a friend’s unexpected demise. I’m speaking now of the feeling that comes immediately after that shock, when our very soul instantly falls into a dark, bottomless hole. The experience involves a sudden realization that someone who was a part of our moving, talking, touching, living world will simply not be any more. He or she will not be here tomorrow. Or all the days after tomorrow. It is a realization that leaves in its wake a dreadful emptiness, a sense of loss so deep and sad there remains an abyss in out own lives.