One Man - One Voice by Charles Morgan, Jr.
Chapter 12
The Writings
Of And About John McCarthy The Crimes: 1) Treason in Wartime 2) Conspiracy To Obstruct Justice In A Capital Murder
Case to Cover Up the Treason
"ONE MAN-ONE VOICE"
No longer in print and only available in the reference sections
of some major libraries, Chuck Morgan writes about his various challenges while successfully defending the likes of Muhamed
Ali, myself and others.
One Man, One Voice Chapter 12
The following chapter is from a book written by Charles
Morgan, Jr., my attorney during the appellate process. This book; One Man, One Voice is a compilation of events surrounding
various clients of Mr. Morgan. He successfully represented Muhammad Ali. The publisher was Holt, Rinehart and Winston.
Chapter 12
Captain John J. McCarthy of Special Forces had been tried in secret
and sentenced to life for the murder of a "peasant." At Fort Leavenworth he and Howard Levy were subjected to unusual punishment:
The army made them cellmates. I could understand the kind of army reasoning which put them together, thinking back to the
time I had run away from military school and they had brought me back just to kick me out.
I could also understand
the logic in Levy's request that I represent McCarthy. I had been denied access to Levy's low-classified G-2 dossier which
held no "national security" secrets. Access to the highly secret transcript in McCarthy's case would undercut any "security
risk" argument which the army might make to justify its denial to me of Levy's dossier. If the army refused me "Top Secret"
clearance, neither Levy nor McCarthy would be worse off that they already were, and McCarthy would be able to assign that
refusal as a deprivation of his right to select counsel of his own choosing.
The prison conference room in which McCarthy
and I met was so small that it turned whispers into shouts. We sized each other up. He had pale blue eyes. He was wiry, neat
even in fatigues, and of medium height. He talked freely, but he knew more about the charge than the transcript disclosed.
If he had killed that "peasant"---and he didn't believe he had---he had done so accidentally, and somewhere that peasant had
a service record which would show him to be every bit as skilled and "special" as McCarthy.
In January 1960, on his
seventeenth birthday, John McCarthy had enlisted in the army. After he qualified as a paratrooper and finished Special Forces
training, he was stationed in Germany. Extraordinarily competent, his expertise included jumping from airplanes at 30,000
feet and opening his parachute 500 feet above ground or water, and, if water, swimming under it.
In October 1964,
he completed officer training and was assigned to a Special Forces organization in Okinawa. Next came Vietnam. He returned
to Okinawa and from there had a number of short-term assignments. On Taiwan he served on a joint United States---Republic
of China team. Later he worked with a group of military men from the Republic of the Philippines. In June 1967, when the army
sent Levy to prison, it sent McCarthy to Vietnam as an operations officer.
In the early-morning hours after Thanksgiving
night--November 24, 1967--McCarthy, who always operated under civilian cover, and a Special Forces sergeant, also dressed
as a civilian, went to a "safe house" in Vietnam where "Jimmie," a male Oriental with whom they worked, was quartered.
McCarthy
told the sergeant, "Go outside and bring Jimmie." According to the unclassified portions of the trial transcript, Jimmie was
a Cambodian who belonged to the highly secret Khmer Serie (Free Cambodia). In the wee hours of that November morning,
McCarthy, Jimmie, and the sergeant left Saigon on the road to Ho Ngoc Tao in a four-door civilian Datsun. The sergeant drove.
Jimmie had been caught possessing documents which jeopardized the security of McCarthy's secret unit. Jimmie sat in the front
seat center. At his right McCarthy held a 38-caliber Smith and Wesson revolver loosely in his left hand behind the front seat.
As they amiable chatted there was a loud "explosion." The windshield frosted into honeycombed cracks. Jimmie slumped,
a hole through his head, blood pouring from his face, dead.
They hid the corpse under a tarpaulin in a six-foot ditch
and returned to the detachment compound. McCarthy went to bed. The sergeant reported the incident. The next morning the detachment
commander, a non-Special Forces "intelligence officer," placed McCarthy under arrest. After sixty days' confinement at Long
Binh jail, known affectionately as LBJ, McCarthy was secretly tried.
His counsel, Captain Stewart P. Davis, stipulated
that "Jimmie," known by several other names, including Inchin Hai Lam, was dead. He also agreed that McCarthy was one of the
three men in the automobile; that his weapon discharged inside that automobile; that previous to that "Jimmie" was alive,
and afterward he was dead. The question for the court-martial was How had Jimmie been killed? Murder? Ambush? Shrapnel? A
stray shot? A ricochet from the accidental discharge of McCarthy's.38? Davis said, "[The prosecution] cannot connect Captain
McCarthy's weapon and the wound."
Davis looks like the movie-star version of a Special Forces man--solidly built,
well tanned, his quiet approach to the law and life belying an ability to withstand pressure. After becoming a paratrooper,
he graduated from Washington and Lee's law school and served in the Judge Advocate Generals Corps.
Davis and McCarthy
made an excellent defense team. The lawyer liked his client, who insisted he had wanted Jimmie questioned, not killed.
Their problem was the pathologist. He had observed no powder burns on the skin on Jimmie's neck near the wound, and in
his expert opinion any weapon larger than a .25 caliber would have produced both a star-shaped wound and a burn visible to
the naked eye. Since he found gunpowder within the wound he concluded that the weapon had been held against Jimmie's body.
The .38 would have made a larger hold, and a more pronounced gunpowder "tattoo."
The pathologist said a weapon of .25 caliber or less had been held against Jimmie's neck. That ruled out an accidental
or stray shot, shrapnel or a ricochet. It also ruled out the possibility that a bullet had been fired from outside the Datsun.
But the windows on the left side of the automobile had been down, and a motorcycles had pulled away from the "safe house"
and headed up the highway immediately before them. Inside the Datsun, McCarthy, his .38 cocked in anticipation of hostile
fire, had speculated on the mission of the motorcyclist. The sergeant testified that his elbow had been resting on the window
frame when the "explosion" occurred. It was then that McCarthy's weapon had fired. Had McCarthy's weapon caused that explosion
or had he fired it as a reflex response to another shot?
By saying that the wound could not have been caused by the
.38 at close range, the pathologist ruled out answers to these and other questions. Under normal circumstances his testimony
would have meant McCarthy could not have committed the crime. But Special Forces men were trained to defy normal circumstances.
They were known for their ability to obtain and use small, secret. 25-caliber single-shot devices. So the jury believed that
McCarthy had killed Jimmie with a secret 25-caliber weapon, and under that theory, the killing could not have been accidental.
They
sentenced him to life and hard labor and recommended clemency. That was normal enough. What was unheard of was their refusal
to order a forfeiture of his pay and allowances and his dismissal from the service.
I entered the case on June 10, 1968. It took the Army 229 days to prove me "nationally secure." After my clearance on February
25, 1969, I certified in writing that I had read the statutes which provide for "the willful or negligent divulging of classified
information to unauthorized persons" and a "penalty of death or imprisonment for any term of years or for life." In a similar
situation, In Muhammad Ali's case, I had refused to accept wiretap logs covered by a secrecy order. That also was an intuitive
judgment and, in law as in life, "luck."
In Falls Church, Virginia, I was provided a "secure" secretary for dictation,
typing, and clerical work. I couldn't work on certain aspects of the case in Atlanta, for the transcript and other documents
couldn't leave the Falls Church office building. Later (on February 8, 1970) in an article in the Washington Post entitled
TERMINATED AGENT MAY HAUNT U.S., Murray Marder would write: "[W]hile comparatively obscure, the McCarthy case carries a larger
potential for international complications than the celebrated Green Berets case." McCarthy was locked up in the government's
prison, but if Marder was right, the secrets McCarthy knew made the government his prisoner. In court papers I urged McCarthy
be freed, for he had been deprived of his unqualified constitutional rights to an open and public trial.
Soon after
the August 6, 1969 headline in the Atlanta Journal---BERET COLONEL, 7 OTHERS CHARGED IN VIET MURDER---I telephoned the disciplinary
barracks. "John, if you haven't told me the truth, if you lied at the trial, if you've said anything up to now that wasn't
true, it is time to recant."
I want to know every fact which a client reasonable thinks may have a bearing upon his
case. From the beginning McCarthy maintained his innocence, and even if his story seemed irrational to some, he stuck by it---tenaciously.
I would cross-examine and attempt to trip him up, and ask him every question I could think of. He remained unshaken and unshakable.
I
explained that Special Forces Colonel Robert B. Rheault and the seven other men charged with murder in Vietnam had as much
chance of coming to trial as did the CIA or Richard M. Nixon. The desire to cover up, to keep secrets---not from the Communists
but from Americans---would guarantee the release of the Special Forces men. If McCarthy had lied at trial and to me, but now
came out with the truth, we could tie his case to Rheault's, and the odds would be a hundred to one in favor of his release.
"I'll
be Goddamned!" came the response. "If my own lawyer won't believe me. I told the truth! I don't give a damn if I rot in here.
I didn't kill that man!" When a convict serving a life sentence angers at the sight of a master key to his cell, it's time
that he be believed.
On September 29, 1969, the army dismissed the charges against Rheault and company and blamed the
cover-up on the CIA's refusal to allow its agents to testify at any trial. Two days later, in the New York Times, the lawyer
for a Green Beret, Henry B. Rothblatt, said that Nixon made that decision.
In Washington, Stewart Davis conferred with
Colonel Pierre A. Finck, chief of the Wound Ballistics Pathology Branch of the Armed Forces Institute of Pathology, and widely
known as the physician who performed the John F. Kennedy autopsy. Finck told Davis that he was familiar with the McCarthy
file and testimony, but he revealed nothing helpful. Neither did the army attorney who directed Davis to the right file, which,
however, he could not let Davis see. But he placed the file on the nearby table and left Davis in the room, saying, "There's
a Xerox machine down the hall and a sergeant in the next office."
Alone, Davis opened the folder. On top there was
a memorandum from the prosecution's pathologist-witness to "Chief, Forensic Pathology Division, Armed Forces Institute of
Pathology." "Because of the small size of the wound and the absence of grossly visible powder tattooing I originally testified....that
the murder weapon was probably a .22 or .25 caliber weapon."The pathologist went on to write that he had been "mistaken about
the weapon." (Date of Memorandum is September 8, 1968---Date of Discovery is March 20, 1970)
Based upon the trial transcript,
McCarthy's testimony that he had a .38-caliber pistol, and the driver's description of the sound as deafening, that his ear
were ringing, and that he experienced "a temporary loss of hearing", the pathologist had altered his scientific judgment.
He wrote, "In conclusion I now think the victim was killed by a single shot from Captain McCarthy's revolver fired several
inches away from the back of the neck."
So the accidental firing of the .38 could have killed Jimmie.
Finally, in the secret world of secret cases, we had begun to win. The report of the pathologist also mentioned correspondence
with "the Federal Bureau of Investigation regarding a bullet fragment removed from the nasal pharynx from the deceased." This
metal was "enclosed in a plastic envelope attached to the FBI report."
When we obtained the report it read, "A tiny
particle of quartz was stuck to the surface of the fragment." It also said, "No glass was found." Quartz comes from glass
and glass can come from shattered windshields, so we wanted to examine the metal fragment. But the FBI and the army had managed
to lose it in the registered mail.
In a Virginia office building, in a hearing open to the public, I argued for the
right of public trial. Then the three officers on the Court of Military Review, accompanied by their security adviser, adjourned
to a conference room in the bowels of the Pentagon. Outside, soldiers stood guard which I argued from the secret portion of
the record.
On October 29, 1970, we won. Based upon the pathologist's altered testimony, the court unanimously ordered
the convictions set aside. One judge went further. To him, McCarthy's "record in intelligence and intelligence-related operations,
as well as the military skills associated therewith which he has developed," made it in defiance of "logic" that he would
have murdered "the victim in the manner developed by the Government at trial and urged upon us during appellate argument."
Terming
McCarthy a "proven officer, thoroughly trained in intelligence operations, well-disciplined and sensitive to the ramifications
of all his actions, not only with regard to the United States but to other political entities whose interests might be affected,"
that judge said the court should have forbidden a retrial. But that decision rested with Major General W.B. Latta of the army's
Strategic Communications Command, under whom McCarthy was then serving.
On January 6, 1971, I met the general at Fort
Huachuca, Arizona. He concurred in his staff judge advocates recommendation that a new trial was "not warranted." The charge
was dismissed.
Months after John McCarthy honorably left the service, I received an urgent telephone call. He had
applied for a job. He told me of the county personnel officer who had received an FBI report on his status.
"I'm sitting
in this man's office and the report at which he's looking says I should be locked in prison. Would you tell him I'm not an
escapee or a convicted felon?" I did so, as I marveled at the efficiency and concern of a government which imprisoned together
one man who termed its heroes killers, and a hero whom the government termed a killer, then ignored its own pathologists recantation,
lost a metal bullet fragment transmitted in its registered mail, and failed to put into its computer the record of the one
Green Beret it had certified innocent.
Charles Morgan is retired and living in Northern Florida, Stewart Davis is a Judge in Northern Virginia, Pierre
Finck is retired and living in Switzerland
Just before bedtime I find it appropriate to offer words of wisdom from an unknown author. Every time a hear a challenge
to the exposure of Crimes Against Humanity, election fraud, vote manipulation, fabricated evidence to justify an aggressive,
preemptive attack on a sovereign country and the diversionary tactic of calling those who expose such arrogance as "conspiracy
theorists", I look up from my desk to see the following:
"THE STRUGGLE TO DISBELIEVE IS ETERNAL WE STRUGGLE TO DISBELIEVE
THAT WHICH CONTRADICTS OUR PREDISPOSITION FACE REALITY -- START WHERE YOU ARE"
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