Original: FROM: Linda Thompson Original: TO: All Original: AREA: AEN NEWS Well, John Baird
Another freakishly bizarre nut rant. What's interesting is that
the nutter offer details about the pathology of her paranoid
Original: FROM: Linda Thompson
Original: TO: All
Original: AREA: AEN NEWS
Well, John Baird and I went down to Waco last Friday, March 19. We
filed a petition to allow David Koresh to have access to an attorney or
for an attorney to have access to David Koresh, citing a lot of Supreme
Court law that says a person is in custody when they are no longer free
to leave the presence of police and that the person has a 5th Amendment
(Miranda v. Arizona) right to counsel when in custody.
The Judge, Walter Smith, Jr., of the U.S. District Court, Western
District, Waco Division, would not read or hear the motion on Friday or
over the weekend and finally, at close of business Monday, gave us an
order that literally had pages that were xeroxed from another order in
He had previously denied seven petitions filed on behalf of Koresh and
6 others by other attorneys -- using the SAME order.
We petitioned for an expedited appeal to the 5th Circuit Court of
Appeals in Louisiana and got turned down three times by Thursday.
While we were there, we saw a lot of interesting things.
The ONLY news coming out of Waco comes from two places:
(1) Every day at 10:30, the FBI, by a guy named Ricks, holds a "press
conference" at the convention center. Whatever the FBI wants told,
that's what gets told and that's ALL that is reported across the
(2) The only other source of "news" comes from reporters who are living
in RV's alongside one of the roads coming out of the retreat area. If
anyone leaves the area (i.e., the people who have left in the past few
weeks), they are paraded in open cars past this string of reporters by
the FBI on their way to the FBI command post center, so reporters
sometimes can take a picture of it. That's all.
HOWEVER, interestingly enough, CNN seems to be able to get in or at
least get film footage up close of the compound, though no one else
Also, I know for a fact that CNN made at least two false reports the
week we were down there and the reports were directly from the FBI
Walter Smith, Jr., the judge who used the same order to deny 8
different petitions on behalf of people inside the retreat has also
done the following:
(1) Allowed arraignments of people coming out of the compound to be
held in secret. At least one woman, Schroeder, was arraigned and then
held as a material witness. This means they didn't have enough evidence
on her to charge her with anything, but they kept her in jail anyway.
Everyone else coming out of the compound is in jail as a "material
witness", too, and they aren't allowed to talk to anyone.
(2) Sealed the probable cause affidavits and search warrants that were
supposedly the ones the BATF was serving on day one. He is very likely
the same judge, or his magistrate, Green, who signed the order. There
are no other federal judges in Waco and Green is the only magistrate
(sort of a semi- judge who is picked by and works for the judge).
The FBI took out the entire lawfirm of Thompson and Baird for about 2
hours Saturday night, March 20th and the saga goes like this:
Gary Hunt, who we now know to be a paid government informant but didn't
know at the time, John (Baird, my partner) and I decided to go into the
press area at Waco. We also had decided that Hunt would cross the
second road block inside the press area. He would promptly be arrested
and we would take pictures of his arrest and challenge it on a First
and Fourth Amendment basis, along with violation of state law and the
Our AEN press passes and driver's licenses were checked and passed at
the first road block. The guards there, mostly state police, were
pretty nice, friendly, etc. and even posed for pictures. They trotted
out the BATF "bomb dog", a golden labrador retreiver that had a sign on
his back that said "ATF Agent." The dog was quite friendly, complacent,
and sleepy. I got a few pictures of all this. As I was taking pictures,
the State Police repeatedly said to the dog (just kidding) "FBI agent,
boy, sic 'em!!!" and laughed.
We went down into the press area, which was a major bore. There was
absolutely nothing going on except press RV's parked up and down the
road and a few cameras on tripods, taking pictures of every car coming
out of the retreat.
Interestingly, the government cars often had no tags.
We passed out three copies of a press release that announced what we
were doing to a couple of reporters. One reporter who knew me walked up
and said, "Oh so we have legal counsel tonight." I told him, no, I was
there as a press member at that time and briefly mentioned AEN.
Gary, unbeknownst to us, had faxxed press releases BEFORE we went
there, all over the place. The reporter who spoke to me also trotted
over to the police and, kind of like the teacher's pet suck-up at
school, informed the police at the roadblock that I was an attorney.
Soon thereafter, lots more (6) state troopers arrives.
Gary, however, decided he didn't want to be arrested afterall, so we
left. I would have done it but for the pending petition in Federal
Anyway, as we were leaving, back at the first roadblock 5 miles outside
the retreat, the same nice friendly guards had turned surly.
We were stopped and asked to show our press badges on the way out. They
snatched them from our hands. We were asked to show driver's licenses
and they took those, too. The officer was overheard to say that he was
going to "run these through NCIC." We were told to stay in the car
until the FBI got there. So we did.
In the meantime, most of the police were hanging out at various
distances around the car, none too worried. A real stoopid
neanderthal-type BATF agent was nearby.
I had two rolls of film in my purse and another roll in a small
instamatic- type camera. I was looking for places to hide the film,
figuring what was coming. I noticed John looked a little pale and
looked out the window to see that the BATF agent was pointing an MP5
with a flashlight on it right at us (never at Gary, though). At first,
I thought maybe it was accidental because I saw it pointed at us, then
he turned it away a little, then he pointed it back at us, so I thought
maybe he was just too stupid to realize he was moving it in our
direction, then he stood and REALLY pointed it at us, at which time I
observantly remarked to John, "Shit, he's pointing that machine gun at
us!" to which John astutely replied, "NO SHIT!!" (he'd been watching it
longer than I had).
Not being the brightest person in the world, I was absolutely
astonished. Fear didn't enter my mind (too stupid/astonished/whatever,
I guess), but I was FURIOUS. I wanted a picture for evidence. So as he
moved the gun again so it wasn't quite pointed at my head, I snapped a
As he ran around the car at me, I rolled up the window and locked the
door. He yelled in that if I took another picture, he'd break my
The camera had an auto rewind on it and it was rewinding it's little
wheels off. He couldn't see what I was doing because it was too dark
inside the car and I got the film out and put it and the other two
rolls behind the glove box in the dash -- not IN the glove box, BEHIND
Shortly, the state policeman-in-charge came back and told us to step
out of the car and put our hands on the car. They searched Gary and
John . . . but NOT ME. Snort. Of all the people likely to be carrying
. . . well, nevermind.
So then we had to stand around in the 35 degree weather for another
half-hour or so, waiting on "The FBI" to arrive.
After we got out of the car, the police started shining flashlights in.
The short, dumpy neanderthal kgBATF agent went around to the passenger
door of the car and opened it. I repeatedly stated that he did NOT have
my permission to search the car, LOUDLY. He picked up my purse off the
floor and dumped it in the seat and then he got Gary's camera from the
backseat and opened it and took the film out.
Gary called out to him repeatedly, "That's the wrong camera, that's not
the film." Ahem.
So then he found my camera and opened it and said, "Where's the film."
To which I replied that there wasn't any (anyone could see that). So
then he told Gary to quit lying. hahaha. Told you he was stoopid.
So I asked the Texas state policeman bringing up my rear (we all had a
triage of our own personal police, front, back and side) if he had
sworn an oath to uphold the Constitution. He crossed his arms and
looked far away, and nodded imperceptably. So then I asked him if he
had ever READ it, to which he didn't reply.
About two minutes later, as I put out a cigarette on the ground, the
state policeman pointed to it and said, loudly, "YOU'RE LITTERING IN
TEXAS!" (Oh, shit, big trouble now, fer sure.) So I picked it up. I
gave it to Gary. I asked the nice policeman if his name was Ody or if
he'd ever been to Alice's Restaurant and wasn't that in Texas?
So then the state-policeman-in-charge says the FBI has arrived and
tells us to pull the car off to the side of the road by the big tent.
All this time, we've been quite a spectacle in the middle of the road.
Remember, this is a PRESS exit and plenty of press had passed by . . .
and stopped, and we now, thankfully, had lots of film rolling in our
The state-policeman-in-charge says, "They're going to question you one
at a time, who wants to go first?" So I said I did.
Before we had embarked on this adventure, John and I had discussed
whether or not the night's planned events might bring the FBI out of
the woodwork, because we had not been able to serve a copy of the legal
papers on the head FBI agent (they were avoiding us, but that's another
story). So I had taken a copy of the paperwork from the Court with me,
just in case we happened to actually run into an FBI agent. I took that
in with me for my "questioning."
The tent was off to the side of the roadblock. Inside, it was warm.
There were four metal chairs in a semi-circle, with an FBI agent on
each end of the semi-circle. I sat down in the middle. A bunch of state
policemen came in. The atmosphere was clearly one of "We're the big
boys and we're gonna show you how it's done, fellas" (from the FBI
side) and the State Troopers were dead-pan but smirking as things
First, the agents both stuck their ID badges RIGHT in my face and said
they were FBI (deep tone of voice, for effect). Gee, was I ever
So I asked Agent Callaghan (it said so on his ID) if he was going to
see Jeff Jamar, the officer in charge of FBI operations, later in the
day. He said he was, so I handed him the envelope with the legal papers
in it. He opened it and looked at the court documents and said,
"Where'd you get this official seal?"
So I patiently explained that the good clerks at the federal district
courts often seem compelled to stamp legal pleadings with an official
looking seal that they apparently have on hand for whenever the mood
hits them, and that it seemed to happen most regularly whenever I filed
a LAWSUIT against somebody.
So then Agent Caballo, who had been steadily writing down all the
information from my Avis rent-a-car paperwork, my AEN press badge, and
my driver's license, said, "How come your driver's license number
doesn't match the Avis car paperwork?" I didn't have a clue, honestly.
So I told him to ask Avis, I didn't have a clue. So he said my Avis
paperwork was phoney.
So next, Callaghan says our press badges were phoney, too, to which I
replied they were not, that I was a member of a legitimate electronic
news service. So he wanted to know where I got the badge and I said the
same place CBS, NBC and every- other-body gets theirs. To which he
said, "Where?" And I said, "That's your job, you find out."
So about that time, I figured it was time for Doc Thompson's
Constitutional Law Search and Seizure 101 short course for these
I asked them if I was under arrest. Callaghan said, "No, we just want
to ask you some questions."
[If you are not free to leave, you are under arrest. Edwards v. Arizona
and Mendell v. U.S. and recently, U.S. v. Nachtigal.]
I gave him a few pointers on this subject. He said, "We aren't here to
discuss the legalities of the situation." To which I replied, "THAT's
been rather obvious from the beginning, hasn't it?"
Then I launched into a tirade about the BATF screwing it up, the FBI
coming in to cover it up, and there were people like me who knew
EXACTLY what was going on and that whitebread America wasn't going to
put up with this kind of thing any longer and that every one of them
would be made to answer for these crimes. By this time, I was shaking
my finger in his face. I was almost old enough to be his mother and he
reacted as if I was, too.
He sort of ducked a little, looked pale and didn't say anything. So I
said, "If I'm not under arrest, then I'm free to go. I need my property
back." They gave it to me and I left.
Next, Gary was going in and I went in with him. On the way in, one of
the troopers stopped me and said, "You wait in the car" and I said,
"No, I'm his ATTORNEY." They made me prove it, so I showed them a few
bar cards, like a poker hand, and said, "Pick one." Then I went in with
Gary. His interview was MUCH shorter. Along the lines of "Is this your
attorney?" "Yes." "Where'd you get this ID?" "I'd advise you not to
answer that." "My attorney says not to answer." "Is he under arrest?"
"No." "No? Then he's free to leave." "This passport picture looks
phoney." "Fine, prove it, charge him, or give it back and we're
leaving." They gave it back, we left.
John's interrogation was faster still. He was about twice as tall as
either of them (he's 6'4", 220). We went in, sat down, they said, "Is
this your attorney?" He said, "When it's NECESSARY. Is it NECESSARY?"
"Is he under arrest? No? Then he's free to leave, right?" He got his
driver's license, we left.
Now that's not the end of it. The next day, at the press conference,
the FBI announced that we had been arrested for having phoney press
credentials. This was a flat lie. We were never charged with anything
and the credentials were not phoney.
This whole thing had been done solely to discredit John and I because
we were representing David Koresh. And the FBI putting out this false
information was more propoganda, to get the press to discredit us, just
like they have Koresh. It didn't work, except for one asshole TV
reporter here in Indianapolis and CNN. CNN apparently had news footage
of someone in a paddy-wagon (it most assuredly was NOT me or John or
any of us, there was no paddy wagon anywhere around, either), along
with the story.
So much for CNN's credibility in my book. And so much for channel 59
here in Indianapolis, too.
After John and I were "detained for questioning", the next day, we got
the film developed and lo and behold, my picture of the kgBATF agent
pointing his MP5 machine gun at us, his finger plainly on the trigger,
the safety off, was good as gold. We got it blown up to an 11" x 14"
and we've been showing it to all the news media who will film it, which
is quite a few so far. It shows up REALLY well on camera, too.
And I also tried to file criminal charges against him with the local
sheriff's office. The lower ranking officers wanted to do it and said
what happened was illegal, but the report taking was assigned to a Lt.
Larry Lynch who refused to take a report and told me to see the DA
personally on Monday if I wanted to do that.
So we're filing a lawsuit instead for the illegal search and seizure.
The BATF and FBI each have their own command-headquarters building,
about three buildings apart from one another, over on a small airstrip
Chrysler Technologies is a defense contractor and it led John to
speculate that perhaps the Chrysler buyout was even more of a sellout
than it appeared.
The FBI's building was surrounded by a chain link fence, with one
driveway into it, with a guard post and two-three guards manning it at
all times. The guards at the guard post all looked like rent-a-cops or
national guard. The FBI set up was on the edge of the runway.
There's a big airplane hangar and sticking out of the door of the
hangar was the tail end of a camouflaged C5A transport plane. We also
saw two plain white, absolutely no markings, small jets, along with two
Move-Cargo (blue star on the tail) jets (Move-cargo, I think, is
supposed to be a freight service, but it sure smells a lot like "Air
America". Oh well).
Back into the area a long ways (we couldn't get close) there was a very
pretentious, foreboding looking building, one story, with a LOT of
lights around the outside of it, that was probably where they have been
taking all the people that came out of the Waco retreat for
"questioning" before taking them to jail.
We saw two BLACK helicopters on three different days, flying, landing,
and landed. They *do* reflect light funny and they show up on a movie
camera film as sort of a dull black-green, but they most definitely are
a flat black in person. There is small red printing back on the tail
section that I couldn't read and on the top of the very front, there is
a very bright, almost flourescently bright, green patch with a bit of
white swirled in it. I haven't a clue what that is or what it means or
why it's there. One of the helicopters was flying map-of-the-earth and
practicing strafing patterns when we saw it flying.
The kgBATF didn't rate the fancy digs. Their building is a cement block
one-story building up the road, no fence around it. All they have is
two kgBATF agents in their private cars hanging out at the driveway
coming in off the road. We didn't even know they were guards and drove
right by them.
On Friday, there were no other vehicles other than POV's (privately
owned vehicles) or obviously military or fed unmarked cars. On
Saturday, though, there was a "US Department of the Treasury" BOMB
truck at the BATF headquarters and a large firetruck at the FBI
headquarters. We thought sure the shit was going to hit the fan then
but it didn't.
I got a few pictures of all of this, including the black helicopters.
John and I charged about $4000 on american express, due at the end of
the month in a lump sum. We also have thus far spent $500 in court fees
and another $400 in out of pocket expenses (film, copying fees, using
the computers at the printer, developing pictures, and that doesn't
include umpteen long distance phone calls). We got back to the office
in time to learn our phone would be disconnected the next day if we
didn't pay that $471, too.
So, I hate to beg, but, we've decided we're in this for the long haul
and up to our eyeballs. We need money. Anyone who can help:
American Justice Federation
3850 S. Emerson Ave., Suite E
Indianapolis, Indiana 46203
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