HOW COPS SCREW-OFF SCIENTIFIC EVIDENCE

On October 17, a punk kid got caught burglarizing the home of two smut peddlers. He shot one while the other screamed her head off ineffectually. At the trial of the innocent person they falsely convicted of this crime, this fact was concealed by the cops and prosecutors to make it seem that she was some kind of level-headed, analytical witness. The killer then crashed through a glass door and bled a trail of blood five blocks long as he escaped justice for murder, forever, apparently. At least three highly-trained cops from the Tulsa, Ok police's "identification bureau" and two 'doctors' posing as the cops' "medical examiners" took at least eight known samples of this killer’s blood. At trial they all pretended that only one sample was taken, if any. Most of the time they simply lied and claimed to have none.

The first sample was taken by the cop, Billy Yarbrough, and given to Dr. Stewart Hinkle for him to type at his pathology lab at Oklahoma Osteopathic Hospital It took only three drops of blood to type it for the A, B, 0 and rh positive/negative antigens. I know this because my high school teacher had us all do this in Junior biology-class. If the cops had let it be typed for just these three antigens (0 is a lack of antigen), I would have stood an 87.5% chance of immediately being excluded as the killer. For reasons that no cop or coroner will explain, this sample of the killer's blood simply vanished into Dr. Hinkle's and Dr. Fogel's hands. These two excellent coroners did do at least three tests on the corpse's blood, though, for no apparent reason, and published the results. Worse, this sample of killer's blood was actively concealed by the cops and their two tame coroners an soon as I sent the first of three public defender-type lawyers to them to ask about it.

(The cops had fed their media hacks the story of having followed a blood trail five blocks.) The cops and Doctors simply lied to each of the lawyers, claiming to have no killer's blood while knowing that they'd collected at least eight samples. The public defenders all ate these cop-lies with relish and took great pains to convince me that cops were commonly so incompetent with evidence that is so crucial to them getting the correct person convicted.

Years later a private investigator, John Floyd, and a fourth lawyer, Richard O'carroll, said that they had found evidence that the Tulsa cops had sent some of their stockpile of killer's blood to the Oklahoma State Bureau Of Investigation. If they had, it too vanished into their agency, along with all record of their analysis of it, same as had happened with the coroners’ “sample.”

The identification expert cop, Don Peyton, then decided to just sit on seven more samples of the killer's blood for 114 days. During these 114 days it became obvious to all the 23 Tulsa cops involved in the smut dealers' death that I had nothing to do with his murder. They all knew this because of my frantic attempts to get worthless public defendertype lawyers to get the killer's blood analysed. They all know this because the cops, Billy Yarbrough, Jess McCullough, Sgt. Lewallen, Larry Johnson, Don Bell, Jerry McMillian and Bill McDonald, all high-level detectives and sergeants, were actively steering both their only two witnesses onto me despite the fact that one of them told McCullough and Johnson that I could not possibly been the killer because my hair was too long and the wrong color. They all knew that the smut peddler's killer had escaped them. They all knew that they'd decided to dodge my police brutality lawsuit against them by framing me for the smut peddler's murder. They knew that they would not be able to keep me framed for murder for the rest of my life unless they found a clever way to conceal and destroy the killer's blood without appearing to conceal and destroy the killer's blood.

Thanks to the FBI records I got recently, I can now show you how this is done. The blood-ditching task was given to their lowest underling, private Don Peyton. He didn't need any special skills to do this; he merely followed standard, well-established police bureaucracy techniques. Now that, after 33 years, the FBI slipped up and sent me a nearly uncensored account of this technique, I show it to you. Had it been left to the Tulsa Police, we would be forever in the dark. Tulsa and all other local police have no fear of any consequences from getting caught destroying evidence. They have many layers of police, judge, prosecutor, city, county, state and legislative bureaucracies Hell-bent on concealing the fact that evidence was concealed and destroyed, and on concealing the names of the cops, prosecutors or judges who concealed and destroyed the evidence. Ok police also deliberately mis-interpret an almost indecipherable law that their cop-lobby bought from their legislative cronies that allows them to destroy the evidence after all appeals are exhausted. The Okie cops do this by pretending that there is no federal appeals system and no US Supreme Court. By simply feigning stupidity and illiteracy, local Okie cops get away with destroying the pesky evidence that they concealed after only one Okie appeal court rubberstamps its approval onto its city or county judges' legal concoctions.

On top of this, each city and county of every united state has another clever method of destroying evidence. All the cops or prosecutors need to do is complain to a judge that their warehouses or vaults are too full and claim that they need more room for new evidence and records. This prompts a local judge to quietly and anonymously give the cops and DAs the secret green light to destroy all evidence older than a chosen year. No cops, lawyers, prosecutors or judges notify any of their victims or the media that this evidence is about to be destroyed. No one else is given an independent chance to scrutinize this stuff, either. They just shred and burn, Ollie North style, until it is gone forever.

In the case of Peyton and the FBI working together to destroy the killer's blood, though, the dance of plausible-deniability began with Peyton writing the FBI a letter. (See exhibit one.)

The first thing that cops do to screw-off the evidence is to throw any science they may know out the window. Peyton does this by flushing down the toilet any possibility of fair, objective, double-blind testing and instead providing the FBI with plenty of information that they do not need to know, Payton tells them in his "re:", near the top of his letter that the case is very important, and he tells them who, specifically, he wants the evidence to convict. Peyton even tells them the victim's name, so it will be very easy for any FBI cop to simply look up the case in the newspapers, if he wants to make sure he doesn't "accidently" tweak "Justice" the "wrong" way. (Cops are determined to nail their chosen ''bad guy" rather than be careful to avoid crucifying innocent persons tossed up to them by crooked cops and overly pliable witnesses.) Exhibit 1

If Peyton was an honest cop who wanted to be objective and have science nail the actual, criminal, he would have simply said, "These seven blood samples came from one killer. Please type them for us as accurately as possible and they will serve as independent test to the accuracy of our eyewitnesses, whom all of us know are the most unreliable form of evidence there is." If Peyton thought the anonymous FBI cops were stupid and incompetent, he might have added, ''There is no doubt that all this blood came from one human being, so do not waste effort trying to prove what we already know. Also, be sure to combine all the samples so that you have plenty of blood to do numerous tests on. If you could test for all 300 known antigens and their subtypes, that would give us the highest probability of convicting the actual perpetrator."

But Peyton is not an honest cop. He is a cop on a mission given to him by high-level crooked cops. Honest cops do not get promoted into this bureaucracy of secret, undercover cops, Honest cops get the dangerous jobs of chasing speeders, abducting wary violators back into jail, separating feuding spouses and patrolling ghettos full of armed, sneaky, vicious gang-children, etc. Peyton's dirty mission is revealed even more clearly in the second sentence of the second paragraph of his letter. In it he assures the FBI that they need never fear any real scientist ever getting a sample of this killer's blood and calling them liars or frauds, as they have often been uncovered to be. There will be no independent check of their accuracy or honesty. Peyton tells them this so that they will feel perfectly safe to screw-off the killer's blood in any sloppy, incompetent or even flagrantly corrupt way and no non-cop will ever be able to catch them at it. (Peyton actually lied to them, since he knew that, 114 days previousl, he had see his partner, Yarborough, give a sample of this blood to their tame coroner, Dr. Hinkle. Hinkle, having a long history of tweaking evidence for the cops, did not count as any independent, non-cop medical technician.)

As if it is not perfectly clear yet that Peyton aspires to attain the pinnacle of policecriminal activity, he clarifies the matter so that there will he no confusion at all. After describing the evidence four times as HUMAN BLOOD, he then requests that the FBI test it to see if it really is human blood. Apparently Peyton is thinking that his two witnesses may be mistaken and not really seen his named suspect shoot, crash through glass and run five blocks, but instead merely seen a teenager-shaped object perform these acts, possibly a kangaroo, for example. Peyton is just learning to be a crooked cop, and shouldn't be faulted for his temporary lack of expertise in this field; he will quickly get to master this trade. He just needs to polish his lawyerspeak. He is making a lot of progress, though, because he is able to keep two exactly opposite concepts in his mind (teenager-kangaroo) and believe them both simultaneously. This is classic politician/lawcrat-think described decades ago in George Orwell's famous book titled "1984".

In his concluding "statement of facts", Peyton again supplies the FBI with more information that they should not have. He tells them that the burglar was a "him" who cut himself and bled a trail of blood. Then Peyton gives the FBI added incentive to cook their testing procedures by claiming that the burglar had subsequently killed someone else. Of course this is a fact that he knows is a lie because another man had confessed to this other murder at the time.

The last thing that we know of Peyton from this letter is that this is not the first letter he sent to them, else there would not be any "re::" on it, which means, "in reference to (my previous correspondence)". All the Tulsa cops' previous letters to the FBI about me are still concealed in police files or destroyed. It should be noted that when one lowlevel flunky of a vast, flatulent bureaucracy is forced to deal long-distance the-hard-way with an even more vast and overbloated bureaucracy of higher-level flunkies, it quickly becomes apparent that confusion reigns in each department. You seldom get to deal with the same person; you have to go through many assistants; they all come and go with changing shifts, vacations, sicknesses, etc. Work gets passed up and down through many hands, and all of it has to appear to have gone through a fictional process that is supposed to verify matters and keep them honest and keep them from cutting corners, as often happens in vast bureaucracies that are not well supervised. In cop- and Lawcrat-spiel this process is a fraud called "chain of custody". (This is why these exhibits are so rubberstamped-on and have so many indecipherable initials and scribbles on them.) Peyton, in his previous phone calls, teletype messages and letters to the FBI during the 114 days between GETTING the blood and GIVING the blood to them, tried hard to find some FBI employee who would promise to screwoff the blood for him by wasting it on un-needed tests so it could not be typed, but couldn't get them to do this. Peyton first called them and explained what he wanted in straight talk between fellow cops on a private line that left no trace of their (his) skullduggery.

FBI cops bait a lot of people into performing criminal acts over the phone, and they are highly trained in lawyer-speak so that they can not themselves be crime-baited (stung) over the phone. They just automatically pretended that Peyton was an Internal Affairs cop trying to bait them into committing a crime over the phone. Since no cop would talk straight with him, he had to eventually learn enough cop/lawyer-speak to get his point across without incriminating himself so much that no other cops would deal with him. The result of Peyton's learning process is the missing correspondences and this one not-so-subtle-or-clever letter.

The FBI cops got over their paranoia with Peyton's amateurish attempts to access their corruption and decided to help him. One of their administrative cops got Peyton's letter and "corrected" it before passing it on to the next desk-jockey. He wrote for the lab technician, who was a blossoming near-cop, to forget the fact that they already knew that all seven samples were human blood from one person and substitute the cop/lawyer-speak "redbrown stains" and "scrapings" instead. This is not-quite-yet called EVIDENCE THEFT. An anonymous, crooked FBI cop is here caught in the act of begining to destroy evidence. Notice how politician-clever Mr. Red-brown Stains/Scrapings is in orchestrating the destruction of the evidence that Peyton so stupidly supplied him and his FBI cronies. First, he simply adds his anonymous opinion on top of Peyton's facts about sending known human blood, not redbrown stains. Then Mr. R-bs/s sends Peyton's letter with his anonymous musings on top of it to another anonymous desk jockey, possibly "mlc" or "reb" or "jw" or "censored" or "scribble, top-right corner". Exhibit 2 Like a defense lawyer, he and they are doing what they call "multiplying suspects". It is not enough that he is anonymous and can claim that he has done nothing wrong in adding his misdirection suggestions onto a piece of evidence. Me wants to make certain that the trail of cop-crime leads in so many different possible directions that none of his close-knit team of evidence-robbers and killahs can ever get convicted by a jury, no matter what.

Soon as the cop-crime trail splits into five different directions, the act evidence theft occurs. One or other of these five possible anonymous copcrats types up a new document in which Peyton's "this is human blood" evidence mysteriously vanishes into the cop-maaw and the substitutions of Mr. R-bs/s are inserted in place of the facts. Professional, silksuited criminals such as these carefully split up the crime amongst themselves for another reason, too. By making one big crime of "fraudulating evidence to convict an innocent'' into several small crimes of "Duh, somebody somewhere in our vast bureaucracy of faceless nobodies years ago made an error in judgement", the silk-suit mob guarantees that no one ever gets even a verbal warning for their wholesale, every-day theft and destruction and twisting of evidence. This is an instance where a p professional graft-master is seen teaching his craft to acolytes. More flagrant examples of this follow.

This form that was constructed to lack almost all of the facts of Peyton's letter is stapled to Peyton's letter. (See the matching double staple marks on both documents by holding them up to the light. They are a perfect match. Soon as I notify an appeals judge or cop of this fact, or they hear of it through one of the many cop's snitches and cops who monitor my netsite, this evidence will also be quickly, quietly and anonymously expunged from the original FBI and Tulsa cop records, exactly the same as has happened to the eight or more blood samples, 21 fingerprints and the rest of the physical evidence documents such as the biochemical analyses and witness' original statements as they were uncovered out of police files. It is absolutely stupefying to me that every time I catch these cop-crooks, lawyer-crooks, prosecutor-crooks and judge-crooks in their criminal acts of concealing, stealing, twisting and destroying evidence, they simply alter their original records and pretend that their frauds never existed. And there is no way to make someone fix it because their supervisors are crooks tool They exist in a culture of silk-suit criminality.) This form and letter is given to "Attention: censored" along with the blood. This apparently occurs on Monday, 2-12-73. Though Mr. Att:cen is only "officially" instructed to perform a "chem anal (biochem)", he somehow knows exactly how the seven blood samples are to be wasted from this very meagre request. Att:cen whips out a special,tade-for-police-only, form - that has no line on it that asks for a signature from its perpetrator. Blood examination form Att:cen tests each "red-brown stain and scrapings" for hemoglobin. They all come up positive, as we all knew they would. This test makes them all blood, not redbrown stains. Att:cen next appears to test each of the seven samples for human antibodies using rabbit reagent 029. This also comes up positive, as he and everyone knew it would as per Peyton's letter and statement of facts. This excludes the kangaroo theory. The third test is the "absorption-elution" test which is "...sufficiently sensitive to type stains (of blood) on a thread of fiber that is (only) one half inch in length." I know this to be a fact because I quote it out of the very same manual that the cops were using at the time, called, Criminalistics; an introduction to forensic science by Richard Saferstein, Ph. D., page 324, ''Typing Dried Blood Stains''

Neither hemo nor anti-h testing destroys any of the blood. Merely heating it to 133 degrees makes the anti-h let go, and the hemo reagent is nothing but a catalytic dye. All the blood is still there for the elution test. Each of the seven blood samples had to be enough for the elution test because they had to be enough to actually see. The amount of blood that can stick on a fiber half an inch long is nearly microscopic. Despite knowing this, Att:cen knew that almost nobody else knew this fact. This knowledge of everyone else's ignorance gave him the power to simply put down the lie that Peyton had so clumsily requested. He lied seven times, saying "QNS"; quantity not sufficient. Then he noticed the date he had put on his lab-lies: 2-13-73. He thought to himself, "Damn it! Nobody will believe that I actually performed 21 biochemical analyses the same day I pulled this out of my in-box. If anyone is able to check this against all the other tests I've "done" today,they'll see that I've done the impossible again! I'd better post-date this stuff just to make sure I don't get caught faking results again. I can't perpetrate these frauds-to-order alongside my many co-workers for years and years with my superiors covering for us. Eventually one of us will get caught or some goodie-two-shoes will squeal on us and make it stick like last time. Perpetrating massive, assembly-line evidence fraud is dangerous! Those top-crat cheapskates are just going to have to hire more people to help us make this much fraud really seem possible. But more grunts means lower wages and a higher probability of employing a squealer. It's got to blow Again soon. I've got to get a safer job where I don't have to commit daily fraudsl" (The top cop-crats did finally fix this situation gradually after massive, wholesale evidence tampering was uncovered by a whistleblower they couldn't squelch showed recently that the FBI labs were more of an evidence manufacturing center than any type of evidence testing center. The way they fixed this is by giving all 18,000 other national police departments free federal tax funds to create their own local labs with which to fraudulate their own evidence. Many of them have now had time to get caught being evidence-manufacturing hubs too and have been temporarily closed down before they began resuming their secret function of evidence manufacturing.) Att:cen quickly scribbled a "5" over his "3" and returned to his job of creating convicting evidence as quickly as his lack of ethics and integrity would permit. Next he returned to the "five possible suspects" document and scribbled out a synopsis that he labeled "dictation". He tossed it on his secretary's desk as he left for his usual two hour lunch.

His secretary created another document that closely parroted the findings of Att:cen, but substituted his handwriting for typewriting, to be neater, better polished and to be less incriminating and harder to trace than his personal handwriting. FBI Report She got Att:cen to initial it next to her own initials (my guess is "REB/jw"). She sent it to Att:cen's superior, also named Attention.-Censored. Supervisor Att:cen rubberstamped the FBI director's name on it. Then a bunch of other indecipherable scribbles were added. A copy was made and filed. They sat on it for 19 or 21 more days, then sent the original and the blood back to Peyton. Mission accomplished.

Peyton hides it in the cop-vault. The cops all lie about it in court at trial, under oath, swearing that they all know nothing about the blood they all collected. At the last second of the jury trial, during the crooked prosecutor's (Jerry Truster) second and final closing argument, safe from having to prove this, lies to the Jurors by parroting the coplies prepared for him, by claiming, "...insufficient blood was sent for testing." People who make their professional living by lying are expert liars who have learned that the safest, most effective method of lying is to simply omit the truth. This depends upon, and takes full advantage of, the ignorance of the persons kept in the dark. This is why knowledge is power. The truth is complicated, the lie is simple. If the professional liar is ever cornered and made to elaborate and explain his omissions, it is never a lie, only an unfortunate "miscommunication". This is only one of many ways that professional liars use their superior knowledge to exploit the ignorance of their victims. It was easy for me to believe the stripped-to-the-bone scenario that the cops, lawyers, prosecutors and judges puked: "Somehow the killer's blood was tricked-off by persons unknown who are inexplicably not at fault despite their being highly trained professional identification experts."

The Jurors licked this up and slapped their guilty buttons as if they were contestants on "Family Feud". The Okie appeals judges rubberstamped the shit with their machine-like approval. The crooked cops and prosecutors sneaked into their vaults and destroyed the blood and purged their files of any flagrant evidence of their crimes against me and the smut dealer. As new technology arose to combat their lies and years of my efforts to put the puzzle back together from the remaining pieces began to bear fruit, I was forced to tell the new lawcrooks what their older lawcrooks had done. The new lawcrooks responded not with justice, but with new rounds of lies, file purges, evidence thefts and contra-legal rejustifications.

Once the cops and lawcrats have lied an innocent victim past the jurors there is no way to get free no matter how much proof you have, if the lawcrats decide to keep you. Appeals judges can and do engarble the facts, deliberately mis-apply the caselaw and pull uncountable other deceits and frauds that no one can get fixed who has only ONE lifetime to argue law with them. The crooked ones far outnumber the less crooked ones, who are called "dissenting" judges, and all of them can delay justice until you die of old age in prison. Slow justice is no justice, which is the only kind the lawcrats have for non-elite citizens. If you stand up and talk straight with them about their crimes, they will never let you escape. Never piss them off, and never believe that any of them have an ounce of integrity, ethics, honesty or truthfulness in them. The jurors are the ONLY form of real quality control on these despicable opportunists, and they are almost completely worthless in this regard. Once they get you lied past the Jurors, you are certainly doomed. Beware!

James Bauhaus