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Transcript of Tape 231

Michael Sedano

Special Agent in Charge (SAC) Wesley g. Grapp of the Los Angeles Office telephonically advised this morning that the Attorney General had requested a briefing at 8 a.m. (Los Angeles time; 11 a.m., Bureau time), concerning the recent Mexican-American antiwar demonstration at Los Angeles. The Attorney General indicated he would brief the President at 9 a.m . (Los Angeles time). END OF QUOTE.

The memo also says that SAC Grapp "is also being instructed to furnish the Bureau a summary of his briefing of the Attorney General." We don't have a copy of that summary, nor anything about what Mitchell actually told Nixon. What do you think those two talked about? Who else was there? Any ideas Aztlannetistas?

Rosalio: your question intrigued me so I drove out to Yorba Linda and listened to the tape from 9/3/70. This is the transcript. I hope this answers your questions.

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[Fictionalise' Tape Recording]

Transcript of Tape 231, September 3, 1970. The Oval Office. audio tone. equalized. begin.

MITCHELL: LAPD got three more notches Saturday.

NIXON: Jews? I hope they were hebes.

HALDEMAN: Almost as good, Mr. President. Beaners.

MITCHELL: Right, H.R., greasers.

NIXON: Not jews?

MITCHELL: Sorry, Mr. President, they were nominally Catholic.

HALDEMAN: Does Cardinal McIntyre know?

NIXON: McIntyre, that's a jewish name, isn't it, changed it from McKikeintyre?

MITCHELL: Sir, the Cardinal of Los Angeles is of Irish descent.

HALDEMAN: A f*cking mick.

NIXON: IRA? Get Hoover on the phone.

MITCHELL: Hoover's got his best people on this already, Sir.

HALDEMAN: Several of his people infiltrated these Mexican revolutionist cells, we have transcripts of every meeting.

MITCHELL: F*cking lazy spics, the FBI guys had to do all the instigating themselves, made the phone call at the Silver Dollar, broke some storefronts on Whittier, broke a cop's arm. Serenaded the Sherrifs with the "laugh and be happy song." Pissed 'em off good.

NIXON: Goncalves, the guy from Denver, did we get him?

MITCHELL: Gonzales. Corky. Not quite. We planted a weapon on him, tipped the LAPD and they busted him. Charge won't stick but it'll stick in his craw. The crawsada par hoostissia, what a laugh. We dusted a couple of them, too, and have a few scheduled for later in the year.

NIXON: Salter, the pr*ck spanish journalist, did we get him?

MITCHELL: Salazar? Yeah, a clean hit with experimental ordnance.

HALDEMAN: Radio controlled. We had an agent in the bar, planted the radio transmitter on Salazar's shoulder.

NIXON: Are these the photos? Ewww, good shot. Any more?

MITCHELL: A couple of bonus hits. This one's a punk brown beret, lifetime criminal. Lyn Ward. hmmm...Sayshere he was 14. Must be a typo. That's only a child gee.

NIXON: Don't get soft on me. You've been listening to Martha too much.

HALDEMAN: Ward got in the face of six of LA's finest. Never knew what him 'im. Caught three rounds in the back.

NIXON: Was he a jew?

MITCHELL: And there was another guy, Angel Diaz. Took him out out G.P. Drinking in public.

NIXON: Angel? Angel my white pimply ass. Where do these people get those names?

MITCHELL: Mr. President, do you what's brown and read all over?

NIXON: A jew?

HALDEMAN: I know! I know!

MITCHELL: This is for the President, H.R. Wait your turn.

HALDEMAN: A dead chicano journalist! That's whats brown and read all over!

NIXON: ha ha. I like that. Do you know what's black and brown and red all over? Kissinger told me this one.

MITCHELL: What's that, Mr. President?

HALDEMAN: I know! I know!

MITCHELL: What's black and brown and red all over, Mr.President?

NIXON: A dead jewish nun. Ha ha ha. TellHoover his guys did a great job. God, I love it when a plan comes together. John, what's the score now?

MITCHELL: OK, we got three at Kent State in early May

NIXON: White kids, a crying shame. But one was a runaway so she had it coming.

MITCHELL: Then we got three more at Jackson State that weekend.

NIXON: N*ggers, right?

MITCHELL: Right. Now we got three Mexes in East LA. Equal opportunity, Mr. President.

NIXON: Good, good. These f*cking assholes will f*cking learn they can't f*cking protest my f*cking policies without f*cking paying the f*cking price. Redress of grievances my white christian ass! What I can't f*cking understand is how come these f*cking shecanos have so f*cking many war f*cking heroes?

Don't they f*cking get it, they're not real f*cking Amerikans, they don't f*cking belong, why the f*ck do they f*cking fight like that?

End of tape 231. audio tone.

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We were all victims of the war

Patricia Lazalde

We were all victims of the war.
I married my grade school heartthrob. He was one of three sons that enlisted. He is the son of a simple and kind man He too became kind and gentle with honest virtues of loyalty, bravery, and hardworking.

We were al1 victims of the war.
His was very macho family with the mind-set of 1st generation, "you don't rock the boat in this great country." I had collected petitions against the president, and to end the war. I against the wishes of my husband's family so he felt betrayed these acts of conscience. After my husbands term in the service he returned home paranoid, jealous and angry.

We were al1 victims of the war.
I went to the park with our 6 months old daughter and two-year-old son. It was a hot August day the 29th the year 1970, the air was electric with excitement. This was our anti-Vietnam War Moratorium. We settled on our blankets next to abuelos y abuelas. The platform stage held performers and speakers. The audience was preoccupied with families tending to the needs of the young. Clusters of parked baby strollers congested the area surrounding the platform. Vendors were busy selling refreshments to the thirsty crowd in the audience. We waited for the speakers on the significance of the Moratorium. I was just proud that we were able to get our act together for this event.

We are all victims of the war.
From behind the stage came officers in riot gear and rifles, gas masks and shields. It happened so quickly that it appeared to be of the performance!!! We booed and hissed!!! They had to be actors in costumes. How could they be real? The canisters of tear gas filled the air everyone scattered grabbing babies, blankets, and bags. The elders struggled to their knees trying to get up. Some staring stunned immobile by what they were witnessing. I ran with my babies covered and trying to keep my eyes open so I could reach the car, and get home. I don't know how I managed to get to the car much less drive!! What do I leave? What did I leave? From the hill one could see the smoke from Whittier Blvd.

We are all victims of the war.
When I reached home I was accused of taking part in the riot and endangering the babies. That was the beginning of a series of beatings. My husband was always angry or non-communicative. We were only one of hundreds of thousands families that fell apart due to the war. There was no comforting, no healing, and no support group, who was to blame?

We are all victims of the war.

Patricia Lizalde<<Local Chicana community artist, writer and long time activist of Boyle Heights.