This
story actually begins in July 2011 when Tom Carey, Don Schmitt and I were all
at the Roswell Festival. Tom suggested that he and I head over to Church’s
Fried Chicken for lunch and I’m not one to refuse an invitation for Church’s.
At lunch Tom said that he had been thinking about doing a sort of ultimate
Roswell book and wondered if I was interested in that.
I
said that I was, but didn’t mention that I had contacted a publisher about just
such a book a couple of months earlier. I hadn’t heard back and thought this
might present a problem if the publisher made some sort of offer especially
since Tom and I had agreed that my name would go first on a hardback, if I
could arrange that and his first if we went with his publisher. We hadn’t
discussed the possibility of a book by a publisher who would produce a trade
paperback.
We
made some tentative plans but Tom said that he needed to finish a book with Don
about Wright-Patterson Air Force Base. At this point that wasn’t much of a
hurtle since we had nothing on paper and we had only just started the idea. The
important points here were that we were going to work on a book about Roswell
and it would be just the two of us.
Sometime
later, after we all had left Roswell, Tom emailed me that he had told Don about
the project because he felt some loyalty toward Don and Don had lots of media
contacts (Too bad that loyalty didn’t work in the other direction). Since he
had told Don about the book, there was nothing much that I could do at that
point. In the meantime there were others brought into the project; Tony
Bragalia and David Rudiak, both who had some important skills and resources. I
worried about how we would split up the credit on the book and knew that
publishers didn’t like three names on a book cover and we had moved beyond
that.
Nothing
much was done, other than my publisher wanted something a little more
all-encompassing than a book about a single case so we figured out something
else. I was also contacted by a hardback publisher from a prestigious house who
was interested in the Roswell book. Everything seemed to be working out.
In
July 2012 we were all again in Roswell, and we met late at night in the hotel’s
breakfast area to talk about the book project. I mentioned that for this to work
that we would need some additional information, some new witnesses, something
that would set this book apart from the others. Tom and Don nodded their
agreement but said nothing else about that. Remember, this is July 2012.
There
was one other thing that I mentioned then and it was the nun’s diary. The story
had been told to Don and me by an ex-Special Forces (Green Beret) officer and a
woman who might have been a nun or who was still a nun and who verified the
existence of the diary and what was written in it. Because these were Catholic
nuns and I didn’t know the customs and courtesies of the Catholic Church, this
was an avenue for Don to explore which he did (though he had apparently
suggested to Tom that I had investigated it). I mentioned at the book meeting
that this was something we should corroborate because it was a document created
at the time that would provide some very important evidence. No one was going
to dispute the provenance because it was held by the church and a photograph of
the page would provide the evidence.
Lance
Moody got his panties in a bunch over this, but I really wasn’t interested in
that. He would have to wait for the investigation to play out and I wasn’t
about to be stampeded into something because someone else wanted an immediate answer. I
was confident I had it but I now wanted to be sure... Then I learned that the
Special Forces officer had been a PFC when in the Army, wasn’t a Green Beret,
and hadn’t been in Vietnam which shot his credibility all to hell. And I
learned that the diaries had been traced to Oklahoma City and while I had
believed they had been seen and verified, such was not the case. Once I learned
where they were and arrangements could be made, I’d go look at them myself (and
I practiced with my IPad photographing documents). I pushed and learned the
diaries had been moved to Wisconsin, which was good, but that they only went
back to 1960 which was bad. I asked questions, was told many things, but in the
end, I don’t know where the diaries are, I don’t know what they say, and I
don’t know if they even exist. Lance got his answer because it seemed that the
book was not getting written as fast as I would like and I finally had an
answer which would have appeared in the book, if we had written it.
Then
in February 2013, Rich Reynolds published a column about some slides that had
surfaced showing a body from the Roswell crash but we, meaning the team
assembled for the reinvestigation, couldn’t talk about it because of some sort
of a nondisclosure agreement that had been signed. I knew nothing of the slides
and I had signed no such agreement. Nick Redfern seemed to be the source on
this and since I know Nick, I called him to ask about it. He told me that the
slides had been found when a woman had been cleaning out a house for an estate
sale (though now we learn that it might have been a house that was about to be demolished).
She had sent the slides to her brother and he eventually got in touch with Tom
and Don (or Dew, after finding the slides sought out Tom and Don, whatever). The owner of
the slides, before she died had been Hilda Ray, though I believe that Nick only
knew her husband’s name at the time, which is, of course, Bernerd.
Nick
said that the information came from a man who lived in Texas and who had been
in Midland sometime earlier. He had overheard a conversation between two others
talking about the slides and he thought that Nick might be interested. Well,
that sounded a little nebulous, meaning only that someone overheard someone
talking about slides of an alien creature and assumed that Nick would be
interested and provided him with the information. No names except Ray, who had been a geologist in the Permian Basin
which covered the territory between Midland and Roswell as well as a lot of
other places, had been mentioned. This was all well and good, but I didn’t
believe it and sent out an email to my colleagues on the team. Imagine my
surprise when I learned that much of it was true. They had slides. They had
been found during an estate sale. The family who had owned them was the Rays
and they were now in the hands of someone else who had required a nondisclosure
agreement before he would go any further in the investigative process. At least
that was the story that I got at that time.
At
this point I wanted to publish what I knew but also knew that if I did, the
owner of the slides would assume that either Don or Tom had told me in
violation of their agreement and that could really screw up the deal (which now
doesn’t seem all that important.…I should have published what I knew and how I
learned it and let the chips fall where they may). Since Tom was deeply
involved I believed there was no need for me to inject myself into the
investigation. I trusted that I would be told everything I needed to know as
things progressed. That wasn’t actually the case, but there was nothing more
for me to do about the slides without risking the whole deal for Tom and Don.
Ah, loyalty in one direction… when will I learn?
At
one point in early 2013, Tom called and told me a little more about the
investigation. I learned what they were doing to validate the slides, meaning
they were attempting to scientifically prove that the slides had been exposed
in 1947 or thereabouts and wasn’t some kind of modern hoax. I believed that the
chemical composition of the developing process would have changed as well as
the composition of the film stock at some time after the 1940s. All that could
be dated and would provide some evidence that the slides were real in the sense
that they had been taken in the 1940s and showed an image that was not some
sort of artificial construct made in the last couple of years. That wouldn’t
mean that the image was of an alien creature only that this was not some sort
of a modern hoax.
I
asked Tom if I could see the slides but he said, “No.” There was that pesky
nondisclosure agreement that he had signed and they weren’t letting anyone see
them. That made sense and I didn’t have to see the slides right then anyway.
They were doing what I would have been doing in an attempt to validate the
slides. The only thing that wasn’t clear was who had actually taken them and if
it was either of the Rays, then there was a major problem because neither of
them were available for questioning and it wasn’t clear that they had taken
them, only that they had copies.
In
the meantime I was working on some of the book. I wrote the long appendix about
MJ-12 because I thought it was a part of the story that had to be told, but
that it shouldn’t be in the main part of the book. It ended up over 20,000
words with 180 footnotes. I wrote an appendix about Project Mogul, again
because it was part of the story but it shouldn’t be part of the book. I
believe that it removes Mogul from the case because, simply, Flight No. 4 was
cancelled and the cluster of balloons flown later that day was just three or
four balloons with a microphone and not one of the long arrays.
Tom
was still busy with the Wright Field book so I undertook some of the earlier
chapters as well… I sent those on to Tom, got his comments, but he was still
busy with that other book. At the same time we were interviewing people who had
been on the base in 1947, but we were now talking to the low-ranking end of the
spectrum because those of a higher rank had been older in 1947 and most of them
were gone. Don supplied some telephone numbers and I called a woman who lived
on a ranch out near Corona. She told me that there was a diary available, but
it was in one of the out buildings that was filled with the debris of several
people. It was lost somewhere in there along with the snakes and the scorpions.
Here, at last, was someone who talking of a diary written in the right time
frame even if it was guarded by snakes and scorpions.
I
called Tom and he told me that he’d already seen the out building and that he
and Don had already been there and talked to the woman. She and her family
smoked all the time so it seemed that the house was filled with a heavy blue
haze and that apparently no one ever emptied an ashtray. Tom had seen the out
buildings, plural, and they were filled from ground to ceiling with all sorts
of boxes, furniture, broken machines, trash, and anything else you might think
of. The least of the problems were the scorpions. I’m not sure why Don supplied
the phone number but it seemed to be a dead end.
Tom
finished the book about Wright Field but we still made no progress on our book,
other than what I had done. I warned that the window was closing and we might
lose the opportunity, but that didn’t have much effect. And I learned there was
quite a bit of material about Roswell in the new book which wouldn’t help us
with the sale of the new one. That was, of course, their decision and I had
nothing to do with it or say about it other than to suggest that the publisher
might see it as a liability.
In
the meantime Reynolds was publishing updates on the slide investigation but he
wasn’t getting the information from me. Tony Bragalia had an article about the
slides, complete with the Rays’ names in Philip Mantle’s UFO emagazine’s first
issue in 2013. So the information was getting out.
At
this time it was becoming clear to me that this book project wasn’t going work.
The window for the book was closing and we weren’t getting anywhere with it.
This slide thing was taking more of Tom and Don’s time and everything seemed to
be geared toward it. I wasn’t learning anything about the slides. The book
project was dying so that I finally gave up on it.
At
that time people thinking that I was on the inside were asking me questions
about these slides. When they asked me about them, I said that I wasn’t part of
that investigation. This was the truth. I did know some things that weren’t
wider knowledge, but thought that information belonged to Tom and Don to
release. Instead, I get labeled a liar. I think at this point it’s clear that I
had no part in the investigation and that my questions to them went mostly
unanswered. I’m no longer sure what Tom’s motivation for asking me to assist in
a book about Roswell was, but it is clear to me that as time went on, his
motivations changed. Somehow our working together on an important book took a
backseat to the circus that is now the Roswell Slides.
If
I asked questions about the slides, the refrain was much the same. They
couldn’t tell me anything about it but I know that wasn’t the whole truth.
Remember, back in 2012 when we had the book meeting? They said nothing about
the slides then and you could suggest that it was because of the nondisclosure
agreement.… except they had a paper copy of one of the slides with them and showed that to David Rudiak. Apparently they could disclose what they knew to him, but not
to me. And, don’t forget, it was Tom who asked me to join him in the book
project and then invited in Don without consulting me first. I was sort of
stuck with that invitation but I also wondered if his invitation to Don had
more to do with the slides than anything else.
The
other problem was that as we all learned more about these slides, it began to
sound like Alien Autopsy Light. Not a big video production like the Alien
Autopsy, just two little slides that showed an unusual creature that for some
reason every one of them assumed to be an alien and because the slides seemed
to have been taken in the late 1940s that it was from Roswell. That would mean the
slides were real, but that doesn’t mean it was of
an alien creature either and frankly I’m not sure why that connection was made other
than the dating of the slides to the late 1940s. It all seems somewhat problematic to me.
Although
I wasn’t being included in the investigation and had no input into what they
were doing, I was learning a little about it. From the very beginning I was
worried about the lack of provenance. How were they going to establish a
connection to Roswell if they didn’t really know who had taken the pictures?
Like the rest of you, I have learned that the connection to the Rays might even
be more nebulous than we thought. Adam Dew has written that Hilda had died in 1988 and the slides
discovered when emptying out a garage (or attic) of a house outside of Sedona
in 1998. That means the chain of custody is broken as well. Who owned the house
for the ten years between Hilda’s death and the clean out... or is that some sort
of a typo, which would confound the whole process regardless. Then we learn
that they sat around for another ten years or so and that the sister of the man
who now owns (or owned) them gave them to her brother (unless, of course, Dew
now owns the slides though an arrangement with Dew. Is this getting complicated enough for you?) And let’s not
forget that after the Mexico City circus, there is a chance that the slides
will sell for a pile of money.
There
is an additional problem here. The slides were found with those that apparently
belonged to the Rays but there is actually nothing to connect them to the Rays.
All the slides that belonged to them, if we believe what we have been told,
were arranged carefully and many, if not all the others, were marked. These
were not. They were separate and hidden in an envelope, which, if you think
about it, doesn’t make a lot of sense.
Here
we are with no provenance and a broken chain of custody. While they might have
been taken in the late 1940s, the material about the Rays might be completely
irrelevant. Discussion of their high level contacts, or the lack thereof, is
also irrelevant. That they have pictures of Eisenhower in this general’s
uniform (and in one of them, the picture is reversed because the ribbons are on
the wrong side) only means that they managed to take pictures of Eisenhower. In
today’s world, how many people who had no real connections have pictures of a
high level member of the military or the government. A picture or two of
Eisenhower or Sammy Snead doesn’t really suggest high level connections. Hell I
have pictures of me with David Letterman in Baghdad and of Larry King in the
deserts of Nevada... not to mention pictures of one of our Senators.
None
of that explains how the Rays would have been able to obtain a picture of an
alien creature. We all agree that if there was a crash and alien bodies were
recovered, it would all be highly classified. I can think of no plausible
scenario in which civilians, no matter how highly connected, would have had the
opportunity to see, let alone photograph the body of an alien creature and get
out of the room with their camera and film intact.
Most
of us have only seen a poor quality copy of one slide. There is little detail
visible, but there is enough to suggest what might have been photographed is a
mummy, probably from South or Central America.… or could it be a body buried in
the desert Southwest that was mummified by the weather. And, that provides an
opportunity for the Rays, or some other civilian, to photograph what was found.
Yes, I know that they all say it isn’t a mummy and claim once we see the high
quality slide, we’ll all agree. But we haven’t seen them and if there are
pictures of mummies that match, to a certain degree that body in the slide,
then it is going to be a hard sell to convince many that it isn’t a
terrestrially based mummy as opposed to some alien creature.
But
here’s the thing. Without knowing who took the pictures, without knowing where
they were taken, and with a range of when the film might have been exposed and
developed, there is a major hole in the story. In the end, all that is really
known is that there are two slides of an unusual creature that some believe to
be alien, but without all the information, without a photographer to interview,
and without additional information, such as a tissue sample with a proper chain
of custody and evidence, all there is are the two slides and the circus
atmosphere that is developing. Unless Tom and Don have some additional
information, and from what Adam Dew is saying they don’t, then this will end
badly unless there is a pile of money to be shared by them all.