Conspiracy Nation -- Vol. 12 Num. 05 ======================================= ("Quid coniuratio est?")
Mike Rothmiller worked in a top-secret unit, within the Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD), known as the "Organized Crime Intelligence Division" (OCID). At the time he was a member of that unit, the average person did not know it even existed. After many years, Rothmiller finally left the LAPD in disgust and, with the help of Ivan G. Goldman, wrote a book about his experiences. (L.A. Secret Police: Inside the LAPD Elite Spy Network. New York: Pocket Books, 1992. ISBN: 0-671-79657-7)
Rothmiller began as a rookie right out of the police academy and rose to the rank of Detective assigned to the elite OCID unit. He began to have problems when his aggressive pursuit of criminals led him higher and higher into the top ranks of criminaldom. There, he found himself encountering the footprints of our old "friend," the Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). One night, an assassin on a motorcycle tried to gun him down. He survived, but was instructed by his higher-ups to keep quiet about what he knew. When they suspected that Rothmiller was not going to keep quiet, the power of the L.A. secret police was turned against him. Outraged, Rothmiller finally left the force.
Rothmiller's experience parallels that of Mike Levine, another crusader who, like Rothmiller, worked hard to combat crime only to discover the "Tweedledee/Tweedledum" nature of the "crime" game in America. Levine worked as a Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA) undercover agent and believed in what he was doing. He put his life on the line many times and helped put away drug dealers. Yet when he nosed into the upper echelons of Dope, Inc., he began to be stymied by his superiors at DEA. "The drug war's a sham," he discovered, and quit DEA to write two books on his experiences: Deep Cover and The Big White Lie.
Rothmiller, after being trained at the police academy, went on patrol as a rookie with an experienced officer who showed him the ropes. He quickly learned that there was a police academy way of doing things and there was a real way. One of the first things Rothmiller had to do as an LAPD officer was become familiar with the LAPD unofficial policy of "proactive policing."
Because of a below-average ratio of police to citizens, with Los Angeles police vastly outnumbered relative to ratios in other cities, LAPD practices an aggressive type of policing known as "proactive policing." So, for example, "If a cop rolled up to a burglary, saw a screen off the window and a suspect walking across the lawn, his report would state he saw the suspect climbing out the window... Again and again Rothmiller watched cops decide for themselves who was guilty, and then weave a spell over the arrest report to make it match their perceptions. Most of the arrest reports he encountered were doctored in some way -- facts deleted or invented."
Another common practice was to, in police slang, "stiff a call" against a "mark." If police suspected an individual of, say, dealing drugs, then rather than go through the trouble of getting a search warrant "they would call the police -- that is, they would call themselves -- with a tip that a serious crime was being committed at that address." Subsequently a radio call would send police to that address, they would rush in to supposedly "save" someone, and if they discovered illegal drugs in the process, it was admissable evidence.
The Mafia code of omerta -- silence -- was also an unwritten code for elite OCID officers. Although, writes Rothmiller, this was "enough to make a good cop laugh. Or cry," still, "these were cops who knew how to keep their mouths shut."
Keep their mouths shut about what? The OCID intelligence network used illegal wiretaps, "bugs," informants and surveillance to accumulate massive, secret files on "politicians, union leaders, Hollywood stars, professional athletes, team owners, TV and print journalists." Yet during Rothmiller's 5-year stint in an ORGANIZED CRIME intelligence unit, the OCID "never arrested one mobster. Not one."
An interesting sort of tribal initiation ritual is related by Rothmiller, describing his early rookie experiences. It seems all new officers must "prove themselves" before they are fully accepted. The "proving" involves demonstrating that you're not going to take any crap from anyone, especially if they're black. "Any probationer who had yet to prove himself would receive a multitude of unsubtle reminders from his training officer that he remained a fight virgin, a cherry who must still prove himself to the blue grapevine." One night, Rothmiller and his training officer responded to a report of a domestic dispute. After separating the husband and wife, the husband began mouthing off to Rothmiller, saying things like "What business is this of yours?" and even slightly shoving him. Rothmiller wasn't sure what he should do. He looked to his training officer who stated, "I think it's time." So Rothmiller attacked the man, put him in a chokehold, dragged him around and kneed him in the back and kidneys. "When a rookie brought in his handcuffed proof of passage, it was like a hunter bringing in a twelve-point buck... Within hours, everyone in the station knew he had proved himself..."
All this naturally leads into the O.J. Simpson case. Forensic pathologist Cyril Wecht, in his book Grave Secrets, examines physical evidence from that case. According to Wecht, world-renowned in his field, citing testimony by colleague Herb MacDonnell, "the blood on [O.J. Simpson's] socks had not gotten there as a result of a natural splatter, but had been applied through 'direct compression.' In other words, the blood had seeped through one side of the sock onto the other side of the sock, indicating that there was no foot in the sock when the stain was deposited." When you add to this the facts that a small vial of Simpson's blood, taken as a sample, was lost and not accounted for; that the blood on the socks contained EDTA, a chemical preservative; and that the LAPD is noted for its "proactive policing"; the conclusion is obvious: LAPD tried to "frame" O.J. Simpson.
So "whodunnit?" Dr. Wecht, after examining inconsistencies and misnomers (now in the public consciousness thanks to biased media reportage) in and surrounding the case, thinks "there is some evidence indicating that there were two assailants or an assailant with an accomplice."
"Feminist"-inspired hysteria surrounded the O.J. case. A smoke screen of "O.J. the rotten wife beater" was deployed to help cover up the drug connections to this "trial of the century." Puppetmaster of the "feminists" is the Central Intelligence Agency, which has long-since infiltrated and now controls mainstream "feminism." (See, e.g., "Gloria in Excelsis," a radio broadcast by researcher Dave Emory. Tape available from Archives on Audio, PO Box 170023, San Francisco, or phone 415-346-1840. See also CN 9.28 - CN 9.31.)
So we have a high-profile double-murder case, with narcotics connections (e.g. see CN 7.77, "Innocent Simpson," for more on the narcotics background). We have the CIA, lurking in the shadows. We have a shady police department. Add to this a mass media feeding frenzy and the potential exists for very unwanted attention.
What is needed is a sideshow, some emotional hot-button issue guaranteed to lead everyone away from the drug connections. So, one day, CIA notices something: "Say, what have we here? O.J. was arrested once for wife-beating. How about we put a huge focus on that angle? We'll get our media assets and those we influence to play this up big. We'll get the 'feminist' leaders that we control to 'rally the troops.' Ha! Ha! Ha! We'll get them to demand 'justice,' that the dirty 'wife beater' gets what's coming to him! Ha! Ha! Ha!" laughs CIA.
The case was turned into a soap opera. The "happy ending" would have been that O.J. was led away to be crucified. He would atone, thereby, for the sins of all wife beaters by symbolically, grandly, and famously paying for the crime.
But then there was a surprise ending. O.J. climbed down off the cross and said, "No thanks." Nonetheless, a massive appetite for the blood of O.J. Simpson had been created, and that unfed appetite screamed to be satisfied. So we saw many, on television, subsequent to the "not guilty" verdict, going more or less nuts. Oprah Winfrey had to hold post-trial talk-it-out sessions on her television show. The National Organization for Women and their dupes held sanctimonious candlelight vigils.
It would be nice if the LAPD, beneficiary of so many citizen tax dollars, would honestly investigate the Simpson case. That way, so-called "conspiracy theorists" would not need to rack their brains for answers -- and be mocked for their efforts. Instead, the LAPD, after the "not guilty" verdict was announced, promptly sat on their hands and said they would not investigate further.
I don't know what Mike Rothmiller is up to these days. Mike Levine has a radio show via which he continues trying to get the truth to the American people. And there are plenty of basically good cops who see what goes on and don't like it -- but, you see, they have bills to pay and families to feed, so they keep their mouths shut. Omerta.
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