Tuesday, June 7, 2011


Videos found via Len Osanic's Black Ops Radio:

Len Osanic interviewed Scott Enyart, a key witness of RFK's assassination who had photographic evidence of the murder, on March 30th, which you can download via iTunes.  Full transcript here.  I had never heard Enyart's story until I listened to his interview with Len Osanic- very interesting information to say the least. Below is a brief excerpt of the interview.  

LEN: Let's just go back and give listeners a brief overview. When Robert Kennedy was in the Ambassador Hotel, you were a young photographer there taking pictures. You ended up in the pantry...?

SCOTTWell, yeah. I was fifteen years old. I was on my high school paper and I was assigned to photograph the victory speech of Robert F. Kennedy, as well as I was campaigning for Robert F. Kennedy out of his campaign headquarters here on Wilshire Boulevard. So, I was familiar with the candidate. I'd met him before.

And I was very familiar with the Ambassador Hotel, because I'd spent a lot of time there swimming in the swimming pool there with a friend of mine who I went down there with, who belonged to a club there. It was called the 'Sun Club,' it was an athletic club. So I used to hang around and I knew my way in and out and all the different rooms and all the doors and everything around the Ambassador Hotel.

So we made sure to find out exactly where Kennedy would be. We were up in his room before he came down. We knew where the pantry was and we were prepared to sneak into the Embassy Room if we had to. It ended up [that] we got press passes, so we had full access to it.


LENAnd they announced that he had in fact won.

SCOTTRight. They announced that he had won, then they brought him on stage. They brought his wife up on stage with him. He gave a speech, it was very exciting, everybody cheering and everything. A very casual speech. I was very impressed with how -- you know, he didn't sit there and read some scripted thing, you know, he related to the audience. He spoke about all the people: Cesar Chavez was on stage with him, Paul Schrade from the United Auto Workers union, and so he referred to everyone. He was very comfortable with everybody.

And then time came to leave the stage. And normally they would have gone off to stage left out to a doorway to the parking lot. They were supposed to go off to an event at a nightclub called The Factory, in West Hollywood, for a victory party. And what happened -- because Kennedy came on stage so late, he was advised by someone on stage not to go out into the parking lot but to come back through and go into the press room where the radio guys were, because if he didn't go back and talk to the radio people and the print press people, he wouldn't make the morning papers. Because he had come down so late, everyone was behind schedule. So as he left stage he went off to the right to go back to the press room, instead of leaving the auditorium. And that's really what, uh, you know, sealed his fate. Had he gone out the other way, he would've missed Sirhan entirely.

So he went off stage, and went off to what would be stage right. All the press photographers and all the film photographers and -- you know, there was no video tape back then, so there was no cameras running -- they all went off to pack up their equipment and were headed for their cars.

Because I didn't have the same kind of deadline, I followed the candidate and went backstage through these two doors where you go back to the kitchen area. And I followed Bobby Kennedy back into the pantry area and, uh, was photographing him along the way as we went. And that's when, you know, everything broke loose.

I was about ten feet behind him taking pictures and he was being escorted by a security guard, Eugene Thane Cesar, who was holding his arm. And as he was walking through and had his back to me, I was photographing, and all of a sudden there were all these popping noises -- and, you know, people were stomping on balloons and everything, and I had no idea what gunfire sounded like. I was fifteen years old.


LENYeah. Right. Now, at what point were you taking photos? Right when this was happening?

SCOTTYeah, I was taking photos as they were walking. I saw him, you know, in silhouette, and he would turn from side to side shaking hands, and I was getting him -- his profile, as he was shaking hands. He turned one time to the left and was shaking hands. I remember all of a sudden he just dropped from the frame, he just fell. And so I followed him down, and it was all this chaos. I took a few pictures then.

Uh, people started falling backwards on top of me -- in fact, Paul Schrade fell backwards and knocked me down. He was shot in the forehead. And as I fell backwards, I got up and jumped up on a table which was in the corner of the pantry, and I continued taking pictures of everything that was taking place down there where Kennedy fell.

But I thought he had slipped and fallen, I thought he had fainted. I had not related to the fact that he'd actually been shot at that time.

Once I was up on the table and people started screaming, and there were other victims -- 'I've been shot, I've been shot' -- it became very evident that it was much worse than it was.

LENThat's astounding, because -- for those of us who may not feel that Sirhan Sirhan fired the fatal shots, that means that everyone behind him -- you had clear photos of that.

SCOTTThat's correct.

LENYou know, and more than one -- a series of photos you were taking up to there. Approximately how many do you think you took?

SCOTTI took about eighteen to twenty pictures in the pantry area.

LENEighteen to twenty in the pantry?

SCOTTYeah. So during the actual shooting there was probably four to six pictures as he's falling, and then the rest of them in the chaos afterwards, as people are scrambling and moving around.

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