Greg Parker - Lee Harvey Oswalds Cold War Volume One: Why the Kennedy Assassination Should Be Reinvestigated

I was 5 years old in 1963 and staying with my grandmother onthe shores of Lake Macquarie, between Sydney and Newcastle in New South Wales.The area had been settled by my great grandfather, Charles Robert Thomas Parkerand some of his brothers. Fisherman all, and sons of a convict who had beentransported from Surrey, England for theft of some cloth. This was all hiddenhistory to me growing up (when having convict blood was not quite thebadge of honor it is today) and was replaced by the myth that we were relatedto the legendary middleweight boxer, Les Darcy. There was evidence, after all.My grandmothers maiden name was Darcy, and Les was from Maitland, a merejog-trot away through the back-roads of the Hunter Valley. My younger brotherJohn even bore a striking resemblance to the tragic, uncrowned champ, and myfather had a brief career in the ring around Newcastle fighting as Bob Darcy. Itwas a source of much pride and even comfort, this blood relationship to a greathero, especially when times were lean.

It is easy to hide history if what replaces it conforms tosubconscious needs. It is only in recent years through the efforts of relativesthat I learned of my real heritage.

Uncovering hidden history takes time and a need toknow. My grandmothers fishermans shack, November 24, 1963, local time: aworld away from the Cold War, I froze in front of the black and white imagesflickering on the TV. Something very bad had happened involving someonenamed Kennedy, who had apparently saved the world somehow the previous year.Then the papers showed the face of the culprit, and it was all wrapped up veryquickly. Things didnt have to return to normal because they hadnt changed;not in my little corner of the world, anyway. Except for the fact that I wouldnever forget those images. All the big memories from my childhood come from mygrandmothers shack. The JFK assassination, the first time I heard the Beatles,ditto Dylan. I even watched the moon landing from the safety of that big oldsofa.

Debunking the family myth turned out to be the easy part.Les Darcy was of solid Irish stock. My grandmother on the other hand was thedaughter of an immigrant engineer: a half French-Canadian, half Cree Indianfrom Montreal. Getting to the truth about my grandfathers lineage was moreproblematic, but ultimately rewarding and successful. We knew our great-greatgrandfather the convict was George Parker. The major stumbling block hadbeen that there were a number by that name transported courtesy of His Majesty,William IV. One by one however, the right dots were slowly connected.

And so it is with the Kennedy assassination. Debunking theOswald-As-Lone-Nut myth was the easy part. Replacing it with facts has takentime, and a need to know.

This book is the result.

Greg, September 15, 2012