https://www.google.com/search?gs_ss...50...7.16283207j0j15&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8 In 1963, Gary Thomas Rowe may have helped perpetrate the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing that killed four young girls. One of the Klansman eventually convicted of the crime, Robert E. Chambliss, said that it was Rowe who bombed the church.[10] Rowe, who was no stranger to dynamite, had twice failed polygraph tests when questioned as to his possible involvement in the 16th Street Baptist Church bombing, investigative records show.[11] Because of this, the FBI and the prosecution did not use Rowe as a witness in Chambliss's trial.
The FBI also said to believe that Rowe was supposedly involved with the bombing of Martin Luther King Jr.'s motel room at the Gaston Motel on May 11, 1963, as well as the bombing of Martin Luther King Jr.'s brothers house and parsonage. Through one of his African American informants, Rowe claimed that it was black Muslims who were responsible for placing the bombs there. Rowe was eventually arrested by Alabama police with several other Klansmen after being tipped off, in June 1963 for having a truck full of assorted firearms and explosives that were to be used at the University of Alabama to prevent the admission of James Hood and Vivian Malone. But was soon later released from jail with their weapons.[3] He was never indicted but i think He came up with Idea and got Money from feds for explosives. Then gave clan idea..Also I have talked to Family member of someone who was involved. I stayed in his house in Alabama for 5 days. Note he still hates colored people. J Edgar Hoover closed Investigation in 68. This i liken to Fast and Furious by Obama Send guns and Ammo and explosives to crazy people Dont worry The FBI will monitor all what can go wrong. This is a story written by the press at the time. We know who
placed it there, and who engineered the
crime," I was told by Macon Weaver,
U.S. attorney in Birmingham.
"We know every detail about it,"
Lieutenant House, the Birmingham detective
chief, told me. "We just don't
have the evidence."
The ringleader in the Birminghamchurch
bombing—an out-of-state man—
has "probably been involved in more
bombings than any one individual in the
South," I was told by a high police official
in another southern city. "Invariably
that bastard is in the general area when
a bomb goes off."
Police and FBI either know or have
good reason to believe that this Mister X
planned the 16th Street-church bombing
at a meeting in Birmingham two weeks
before it happened; that he was at the
house of the men who planted the bomb
two nights before the bombing, and that
his car was parked two blocks away from
the 16th Street church on the Sunday
morning the bomb went off.
Mister X is under constant surveillance.
"Of course we can't literally stay
with him twenty-four hours a day," said
a law-enforcement official. "But we put
him to bed every night and check him
first thing every morning. If we have reason
to think that something is brewing,
then we really tail him." Mister X knows
he is being followed. "Generally he is
able to tell the difference between a local
detective and an FBI man," said a city
police official. "He hates us but he hates
the FBI even worse. When it's the FBI
tailing him, sometimes he doubles back,
spits at them, yells
yells something at them."
"You hogs!" is a favorite epithet.
Police believe his hostility would not
be limited to insults if he should ever
catch a law officer prowling around his
home. Not long ago I persuaded a detective
in the southern city where Mister X
lives to take me out to the bomber's
house for a look. We went on a rainy
night, out into the raw suburbs, finally
onto a muddy, unpaved road.
"I'll shoot my way In"
"The bastard's house is right up there,"
said the detective, pointing. There was
nothing to see but a wall of darkness.
"Can't we get any closer?" I asked.
"You can get out and walk if you want
to," he said, "but I'm not goin' any
farther. We get up in there and we would
have to shoot our way back out. Maybe
the day will come when I've got enough
evidence to arrest him. When that day
comes, I'll go up in there and get him
even if I have to shoot my way in.
"There is nothing on earth I would like
better than to put that bastard on the
scene"—that is, on the scene of a crime,
at the time of the crime, with a witness
to his presence.
Mister X has never yet been found at
the scene of the crime, however. "He has
a distinguishing physical characteristic,"
a detective explained, "and he always tells
his buddies it's too dangerous for him to
be seen, that he would be noticed,
marked and remembered."
A police officer who has observed Mister
X for some time described how the
church bomber works: "OK, there's
racial trouble, or the promise of it, or
some integration situation coming up in
some southern town or other, let's say.
All right, Mister X shoves off for that
place. He goes there. He may speak at a
rally or two of some Klan Klavern or
some other racist organization like that.
The FBI also said to believe that Rowe was supposedly involved with the bombing of Martin Luther King Jr.'s motel room at the Gaston Motel on May 11, 1963, as well as the bombing of Martin Luther King Jr.'s brothers house and parsonage. Through one of his African American informants, Rowe claimed that it was black Muslims who were responsible for placing the bombs there. Rowe was eventually arrested by Alabama police with several other Klansmen after being tipped off, in June 1963 for having a truck full of assorted firearms and explosives that were to be used at the University of Alabama to prevent the admission of James Hood and Vivian Malone. But was soon later released from jail with their weapons.[3] He was never indicted but i think He came up with Idea and got Money from feds for explosives. Then gave clan idea..Also I have talked to Family member of someone who was involved. I stayed in his house in Alabama for 5 days. Note he still hates colored people. J Edgar Hoover closed Investigation in 68. This i liken to Fast and Furious by Obama Send guns and Ammo and explosives to crazy people Dont worry The FBI will monitor all what can go wrong. This is a story written by the press at the time. We know who
placed it there, and who engineered the
crime," I was told by Macon Weaver,
U.S. attorney in Birmingham.
"We know every detail about it,"
Lieutenant House, the Birmingham detective
chief, told me. "We just don't
have the evidence."
The ringleader in the Birminghamchurch
bombing—an out-of-state man—
has "probably been involved in more
bombings than any one individual in the
South," I was told by a high police official
in another southern city. "Invariably
that bastard is in the general area when
a bomb goes off."
Police and FBI either know or have
good reason to believe that this Mister X
planned the 16th Street-church bombing
at a meeting in Birmingham two weeks
before it happened; that he was at the
house of the men who planted the bomb
two nights before the bombing, and that
his car was parked two blocks away from
the 16th Street church on the Sunday
morning the bomb went off.
Mister X is under constant surveillance.
"Of course we can't literally stay
with him twenty-four hours a day," said
a law-enforcement official. "But we put
him to bed every night and check him
first thing every morning. If we have reason
to think that something is brewing,
then we really tail him." Mister X knows
he is being followed. "Generally he is
able to tell the difference between a local
detective and an FBI man," said a city
police official. "He hates us but he hates
the FBI even worse. When it's the FBI
tailing him, sometimes he doubles back,
spits at them, yells
yells something at them."
"You hogs!" is a favorite epithet.
Police believe his hostility would not
be limited to insults if he should ever
catch a law officer prowling around his
home. Not long ago I persuaded a detective
in the southern city where Mister X
lives to take me out to the bomber's
house for a look. We went on a rainy
night, out into the raw suburbs, finally
onto a muddy, unpaved road.
"I'll shoot my way In"
"The bastard's house is right up there,"
said the detective, pointing. There was
nothing to see but a wall of darkness.
"Can't we get any closer?" I asked.
"You can get out and walk if you want
to," he said, "but I'm not goin' any
farther. We get up in there and we would
have to shoot our way back out. Maybe
the day will come when I've got enough
evidence to arrest him. When that day
comes, I'll go up in there and get him
even if I have to shoot my way in.
"There is nothing on earth I would like
better than to put that bastard on the
scene"—that is, on the scene of a crime,
at the time of the crime, with a witness
to his presence.
Mister X has never yet been found at
the scene of the crime, however. "He has
a distinguishing physical characteristic,"
a detective explained, "and he always tells
his buddies it's too dangerous for him to
be seen, that he would be noticed,
marked and remembered."
A police officer who has observed Mister
X for some time described how the
church bomber works: "OK, there's
racial trouble, or the promise of it, or
some integration situation coming up in
some southern town or other, let's say.
All right, Mister X shoves off for that
place. He goes there. He may speak at a
rally or two of some Klan Klavern or
some other racist organization like that.
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