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Acting Warden Marie Carter phoned Trentadue’s mother and lied, saying that her son had committed suicide by hanging himself and, contrary to federal law, asked permission to immediately cremate her son. Then Carter was on the phone with the Oklahoma Medical Examiner’s office, asking what procedures to take to cremate Trentadue’s body, even though Trentadue’s mother had expressly forbidden it.
Tammi Gillis from the Medical Examiner’s office, along with an assistant, was on the prison grounds in the infirmary looking at the battered body of Kenneth Trentadue. Upon hearing officials say that Trentadue had simply died by asphyxiation due to hanging, Gillis was incredulous and requested entrance to Trentadue’s cell. This was denied, in which again, contrary to federal law, it was stated that the FBI was doing its own investigation. (This FBI investigation of the cell would never take place). Gillis was only permitted to look through the small window in Trentadue’s cell. All in all, according to records, she and her assistant were on prison grounds for a total of twenty minutes, taking the body with them.
At one point before the Medical Examiner’s team arrived, a videotape was made of Trentadue and his cell by Roger T. Groover, a guard at the prison. This recording was later deemed to not exist. (More on this later).
Enter FBI agent Kenneth W. Freeman, supposedly in charge of the investigation. Apparently, as part of his thoroughness, instead of treating Trentadue’s cell as a crime scene, there was
assigned a team of inmates with prison guards looking on to meticulously clean the cell. This included blood spatter on the walls four feet off the floor, pools of blood, and pieces of flesh and hair strewn everywhere.
The Bureau of Prisons dispatched a team referred to as the Psychological Reconstruction Unit, the one part of the investigation required by law after an inmate’s suicide that actually was carried out. The team arrived at about 2 p.m. later that day. They found the cell wiped clean of everything: blood, flesh, hair, fingerprints-the truth-and left unable to do any real investigation.
Meanwhile, Medical Examiner Fred B. Jordan was examining the battered body of Kenneth Trentadue, while his assistants filed in and out to vomit, being sickened by the condition of the body. There were two dozen wounds to the body, including three skull fractures, his throat cut ear to ear, a broken hyoid bone (indicating strangulation, not hanging), fingertip wounds on his biceps (that is, from being held down), bruising on the anal verge (from being repeatedly kicked with hard-soled shoes), and others. That day, the Medical Examiner began an almost three-year journey to find out the nightmare that Kenneth Trentadue went through that early morning on August 21, 1995. When the Medical Examiner finally gained access to that cell almost five months later, spraying the chemical luminol (which shows the presence of minuscule amounts of blood), the cell “lit up like a candle.” Along with blood on the floor and on the walls four feet from the floor, one of the most disturbing images that seared into his mind was a bloody handprint near the cell’s panic button, in which the handprint is shown to streak downwards (as if Kenny had tried to hit the button but failed to do so.) Was this the moment that Kenneth Trentadue’s soul left his body while his murderers, hands bloody with violence and hatred in their eyes, looked on? We will probably never know.
An inmate at the time of Trentadue’s murder, Alden Gillis Baker, would state that he heard Trentadue being beaten and tortured to death and named the perpetrators as prison guards Robert A. Garza and Wiley Creasey. He later asked for protection from the Government. That same Government found his claims of murder baseless, along with his call for protection. Conveniently, Baker would follow the same fate as Trentadue: he hung himself. This would be the second suspicious death. The third suspicious death was forensic audio-video expert Norman I. Pearle, who would state that the video recording of Trentadue’s body and cell taken by Roger T. Groover (a guard at the prison) did not, as reported, “malfunction,” but had been erased. Pearle would escape being hung and instead quietly die of a “heart attack.” Conveniently, for the Government, the audio-video forensic expert next in line had a contrary opinion of the blank videotape.
For almost three years, Medical Examiner Fred B. Jordan would fight an almost single-handed battle to find the truth, contacting the Bureau of Prisons, FBI, and finally the Department of Justice, working his way up to Deputy Attorney General (later Acting Attorney General) Eric Holder.
Jordan was told Holder wasn’t available.
What was found out later was that Eric Holder was indeed available, but not to Jordan. Holder would become the “point man” in the cover-up. He would orchestrate what the media would be told and would stave off a congressional investigation. As Jessie Trentadue, Kenneth’s older brother, would state in a letter to Congress in December of 2008 while Holder was going through confirmation hearings as Obama’s choice as Attorney General, Holder was not only the DOJ “point man.” He also had developed a “roll out plan,” beginning with lying to the court in order to file gag orders to keep the case out of the media so the DOJ had time to develop a strategy to quash both the grand jury and the Trentadue family’s wrongful death lawsuit proceedings.
Jordan would go on Fox News on July 3, 1997, passionately proclaiming he would one day get at the truth and expose the cover-up. He had met with the family and promised them he would never give up. According to Jessie Trentadue, “Jordan repeatedly told us this was a murder, but because the crime scene had been destroyed, he had to list the manner of death as unknown. He also looked my mother, Carmen, and sister in the eye and told them he would never go back on them.” That promise was broken three years later when Jordan succumbed to political pressure and ruled Trentadue’s death a suicide.
Like the Brian Terry family, the Trentadue family is still waiting for answers.
If an award was given out for the individual who worked the hardest to kill himself, that award would have to be given to Kenneth Michael Trentadue. In his cell at the Oklahoma City Federal Transfer Center on August 21, 1995, he patiently tore his sheet into dozens of strips, tied them together into a noose, attached it to a vent grate, and made his bed like a good little boy.
He then proceeded to hang himself.
Unfortunately, his handy work wasn’t up to par, and the noose broke, whereby he first hit the sink, “ricocheted” to the metal desk, hitting his head, bouncing again, hitting his head on the wall, and scraping skin off his back. Being half-conscious, he got up and fell again, hitting his head on a metal stool. Being determined to kill himself, he then cut his throat ear to ear with a plastic knife or tube of toothpaste, but this didn’t do the job, and so tried to hang himself again, this time being successful. Not to be outdone by anyone else, all of this was not only accomplished, but accomplished in record time. Everything occurred within sixteen minutes, including tearing the sheet into strips and forming the noose.
At least that’s what the U.S. Government said happen to him.
Well, they didn’t tell his family all these strange circumstances that led to his death until, well, three years later, with the introduction into the picture of a forensic expert by the name of Tom Bevel. (More on him later)
Marie Carter, the acting warden of (OKFTC), phoned Trentadue’s mother at 3 a.m. to inform her that her son had just hung himself with a bed sheet. And, like all good acting wardens, she offered to immediately cremate her son free of charge. Mom said “thanks but no thanks” and informed the Good Samaritan Marie that one of her other sons was a lawyer and they’d get back to her.
When the family got Trentadue home, they would find his body beaten and gashed from head to foot—literally—as there were even bruises on his feet. Along with his throat being cut ear to ear, there were three wounds to the head, all fracturing his skull. There was also a strange impression on his throat, which, for anyone who has handled what are called cable ties (and as law enforcement uses them for handcuffs—Flexcuffs), knows, the impression on Trentadue’s throat was made from the ridges on a cable tie being pressed and tightened around his neck.
It was obvious to the family, including Jessie Trentadue-the lawyer in the family-that his brother was beaten and murdered. But what wasn’t obvious was why the Government was trying to cover it up.
What they would come to find out after a sinuous journey of lies, deceptions, stonewalling, and cover-ups from the Bureau of Prisons, FBI, and eventually Eric Holder, was the following. Kenneth Michael Trendadue, in the aftermath of the bombing of the Arthur P. Murrah Federal Building on April 19, 1995, was murdered because the FBI thought he was the elusive John Doe #2 and wouldn’t admit to it (at least until they said John Doe #2 didn’t actually exist, contrary to dozens of witnesses).
What the Trentadue family has sought since they saw Kenny’s mangled body is justice. Where does one find justice? At the Department of Justice, of course.
Unfortunately for the family, at the time, Eric Holder was the Deputy Attorney General under Janet Reno, and later Acting Attorney General.
And we all know how Eric Holder is about administering justice.
In late 2008, when it was announced that Eric Holder, Obama’s choice of Attorney General, was about to go through congressional confirmation hearings, Jessie Trentadue sent a scathing letter to the Senate Judiciary Committee. This letter described Holder as the “point man” to keep the Trentadue family’s wrongful death lawsuit at bay, and to keep the story out of the media and forestall a congressional investigation.
Sound familiar? Eric Holder involved in a cover-up, keeping the truth of an American citizen’s murder out of the purview of the public, the mainstream media, and Congress?
Border Patrol Agent Brian Terry is dead wholly due to the fact that Eric Holder was not held accountable for the cover-up of the murder of Kenneth Michael Trentadue. If he had been held accountable, there would have never been a “botched” gunrunning scheme masquerading as a way to disarm the American people. Would not have left a patriot’s family mourning the loss of their son. Would not have left this stain on America that has Barack Hussein Obama’s fingerprints all over it.
Kenneth Michael Trentadue’s battered body arrived at the southern California mortuary, met by his Hispanic wife and mother of his two-month-old son (Carmen Aguilar Trentadue), and Kenneth’s mother. That he wasn’t rather in an urn was a miracle. Kenneth’s battered and bloody body had been lying in the Oklahoma City Federal Transfer Center (OKFTC) infirmary two weeks earlier, on August 21, 1995, dying supposedly from hanging himself. Acting Warden Marie Carter, in order to cover up the obvious murder, was desperately trying to get the body cremated. This proved to be unsuccessful as well as illegal, according to federal law.
When the body arrived at the mortuary, Kenny’s two dozen wounds were covered heavily in makeup.
As Kenny’s brother Jessie Trentadue would later relate, it was the women in Kenneth Trentadue’s life who undressed Kenny and scraped the makeup away. It was the women who decided to meticulously photograph Kenneth’s dozens of wounds. Strangely, the clothes on Kenneth were not his own. The T-shirt, pants, shoes, and socks that he was wearing while murdered conveniently disappeared. When the Medical Examiner team had arrived on the morning of August 21, 1995, Trentadue was merely clothed in a pair of boxer shorts.
At the time of Kenneth Trentadue’s murder, he and his wife Carmen had been living an idyllic life in Mexico. Carmen, a native Mexican, had given birth to a beautiful baby son, Vito Miguel, two months earlier.
Kenneth Trentadue, after robbing banks under the alias Vance Paul Brockway, getting caught, and paying his debt to society with six years in prison, was now committed to raising a family. He and his parole officer had had an argument as to whether he should be allowed to drink beer. Kenny saw nothing wrong with it, while his parole officer thought otherwise. In the end, Kenny would stop showing up to meet with his parole officer to simply be able to drink beer, and a warrant was issued for his arrest. No one came looking for him, however.
At least until the beginning of August 1995. He had been crossing the Tijuana-San Diego border, driving into the States to work a construction job when a Border Patrol agent stopped him for appearing to be drunk. Upon a check, the Border Patrol agent found the outstanding warrant, and Kenneth Trentadue was taken to jail.
At the time of Kenneth Trentadue’s murder, he and his wife Carmen had been living an idyllic life in Mexico. Carmen, a native Mexican, had given birth to a beautiful baby son, Vito Miguel, two months earlier.
Kenneth Trentadue, after robbing banks under the alias Vance Paul Brockway, getting caught, and paying his debt to society with six years in prison, was now committed to raising a family. He and his parole officer had had an argument as to whether he should be allowed to drink beer. Kenny saw nothing wrong with it, while his parole officer thought otherwise. In the end, Kenny would stop showing up to meet with his parole officer to simply be able to drink beer, and a warrant was issued for his arrest. No one came looking for him, however.
At least until the beginning of August 1995. He had been crossing the Tijuana-San Diego border, driving into the States to work a construction job when a Border Patrol agent stopped him for appearing to be drunk. Upon a check, the Border Patrol agent found the outstanding warrant, and Kenneth Trentadue was taken to jail.
This was, however, during the time of the biggest manhunt in U.S. history. The Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in downtown Oklahoma City had been bombed on April 19, 1995, and the whole world was looking for the perpetrators. Timothy McVeigh had been caught, but his accomplice, referred to as John Doe #2, was still at large. By many witness accounts, this John Doe #2 had been seen with McVeigh when he rented the Ryder truck at Elliott’s Body Shop used in the bombing.
Unfortunately for Trentadue, he was almost an exact match of the description witnesses had given of John Doe #2, including a dragon tattoo on his left arm. Soon, U.S. Marshals would arrive to fly Trentadue via a chartered jet to Oklahoma City Federal Transfer Center, where he would later be beaten to death.
Of course because John Doe #2 was eventually determined to be a mass hallucination by all the witnesses, the fact that Kenneth Michael Trentadue was beaten to death would also be deemed to simply be a conspiracy theory.
But the fact is that a woman, Carmen Aguilar Trentadue, the loving wife of Kenny and mother of his beautiful two-month-old son, stood there in a southern California mortuary and undressed her husband, scraped away the thick makeup, and wondered who had committed this heinous crime and why the great United States of America was covering it up—literally.
Is one man’s life worth the trouble to ask “who murdered him?” Is the sorrow of one woman, not even an American citizen, worth the trouble? Is the pain of a boy growing up, having his father viciously taken away, worth the trouble?
Fred B. Jordan, the Medical Examiner who knew it was murder from the day the battered body of Kenneth Trentadue lay on the gurney in his examination room, thought so. He thought so when he looked into the eyes of the three women in Kenny’s life—his mother, sister, and wife—and told them he would never go back on them. That was a promise made, and a promise broken. Why?
Enter Tom Bevel, the crime scene reconstruction expert brought in after it was apparent the Bureau of Prisons, FBI, and Deputy (and later Acting) Attorney General Eric Holder were not making any progress in the case. The investigation had been marred by lies and cover-ups, including Eric Holder’s ad nauseam gag orders and calls for keeping documents out of the hands of Congressional investigators because of “ongoing investigations”—sound familiar?
Tom Bevel was sort of a wonder boy, retired from the Oklahoma City Police Department where he served as a detective. He could be labeled a “problem solver” like Winston Wolf in the movie Pulp Fiction, known for making “problems” go away. He even had a bestselling book, Bloodstain Pattern Analysis. Too bad for him that the bloodstains in Kenny’s cell were meticulously cleaned before he could analyze them. But that didn’t stop Bevel from contriving his fantasy.
One of Bevel’s wondrous works of “problem solving” was the matter of Fred B. Jordan. Jordan, along with promising the family that he’d never give up, made a rare appearance Fox News on July 3, 1997, almost like a voice crying in the wilderness for justice. But Jordan hadn’t met Tom Bevel, the Winston Wolf of this world. After a few minutes with Bevel and his outrageous report as to how Trentadue came to die, Jordan quickly changed his tune. On July 10, 1998, almost exactly a year after his impassioned appearance on Fox News, Jordan signed the death certificate, probably with a shaky hand and with Bevel probably looking over his shoulder smiling eerily. His shaky hand would write “Suicide.” Whether Bevel whispered the name Alden Gillis Baker in Jordan’s ear as his shaky hand scrawled the word “Suicide,” we shall probably never know. Baker was the inmate who had stated Trentadue had been tortured and beaten to death, and who later “hung” himself.
Bevel penned the fictional exposé (entitled the “Wintory Report,” named after his minion Assistant Prosecutor Richard Wintory) describing how Trentadue, in a 16-minute period of time, made it look like he had been tortured and murdered.
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