Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Thunderbird Conspiracy by RK Price: Guest Post

 


 
 
 

The Thunderbird Conspiracy is the remarkable tale of Robert Kaye, a Hungarian freedom fighter who claimed he knew and collaborated with JFK assassin Lee Harvey Oswald.

R. K. Price’s second novel is also a tale of a Nebraska farm boy who was a great admirer of President Kennedy and a true patriot who desperately wanted to believe his government’s hurried conclusion that Oswald had no accomplice. Yet his own harrowing experience at the hands of his government created profound doubt in his mind, and it haunted him to his death. These two men, one willfully acting, the other a true victim, became entangled in the most notorious crime of the 20th century. This saga of intrigue and murder was revealed to the author on a wintry Colorado day about three weeks before the farm boy’s ravaged heart gave out. That man was R. K. Price’s uncle. His name was Bud Carlson.

Price stashed away Bud’s account of Robert Kaye, letting it lay dormant for nearly forty years until he could corroborate his uncle’s story with the release of previously secret FBI files from the National Archives.

Now nearing the 50th anniversary of Kennedy’s assassination Price has brought Robert Kaye and Bud Carlson back to life. Their incredible story will leave you questioning just how and why JFK was taken from America far too early.



 
 
 

 
By Richard Price

Writing:

I began writing in high school, editing the school newspaper and yearbook.  I also worked as the photo editor.  In college my work continued, majoring in journalism and working full time for the local television and radio station in the news department where I wrote scripts and did on the air reporting.  Shortly before graduation I took a job at the local newspaper as a police beat and judicial system reporter.  After a time in that post I was recruited to join a large public relations and advertising  firm where I wrote and produced corporate pieces, radio and television ads and acted as a media representative for a number of major corporations ranging from those in the aerospace industry, breweries, and oil and gas conglomerates.  I also became involved in several political campaigns for candidates and public issue initiatives for which I wrote speeches and coordinated media relations.  Despite a lapse in making a living as a writer, toiling instead in the banking business, I have never stopped writing and never will.  It is my passion.

Favorite Characters:

I have many.  Besides the vintage classic 1963 convertible which plays such a prominent role in Thunderbird, my favorite character is of course my mother’s brother and a man I truly adored.  In the book I go to great lengths to describe him as a man torn, twisted and often tortured by a failed business, a failed marriage and the loss of his precious daughters during the formative years of their lives, yet he was a man of strength and character who stood tall during the most trying of times. He paid off his debts, found a prosperous business, a happy marriage and made all of those around him whole much to his own personal sacrifice. He was betrayed by Robert Kaye who betrayed many and was devastated by the implication that he may have innocently helped this man help the greatest criminal of all time Lee Harvey Oswald carry out his diabolical deed.  Bud Carlson had his faults.  He was not a saint but he was a victim.

Bud’s story is as equally compelling as the man who came to America, starry eyed and full of promise, but was lured into a death trap of monumental proportions, carrying many others with him. I do not like Robert Kaye, the conspirator, the traitor, the demon.  Yet his bold saga, as it was told to me by my uncle on his death bed, is incredibly fascinating, intriguing and tragic.  What compelled this man to alter his life and perhaps help alter the course of history?  I try to tell it as best I can, filling the gaps Bud did not know but only speculated about.  I imagine many of the people who might have had a hand in shaping Robert Kaye into the criminal he apparently became.  There is Fodor his fascist father whose heart was stone and his mind warped by death, much of which at his own hand.  There are those like Deborah who manipulated Robert  into taking up her ominous cause, and then there are those like Clarence who’s sage advice Robert ignored to his peril.  They all play important parts in this incredible tale.  

Writing at Night:

It was best for me to write Thunderbird at night, in the darkness especially during a storm.  It set the proper mood.  The proper tone. There is not much room for humor in Thunderbird  but at times I find frivolity and try to break the string of events that led Robert Kaye to Dallas on November 22, 1963, by presenting the human side of him despite all of his fatal flaws.  There are good people in this book; honest ones with whom readers will identify, perhaps even grow fond of. I embrace the good which came out of this story with sensitivity but it’s hard because there was little good except at the very end. 

Thunderbird is a book of fiction, but the facts outweigh my imagination.  When I discovered the government documents which largely confirmed Bud Carlson’s story about Robert Kaye, told to me thirty-seven years prior, that day was cold, rainy and foreboding.  Completely in keeping with the theme.  It was then that I began to write, pushed to the end as a tribute to Bud and a testimonial against evil.

Publishing with Quiet Owl:

My publisher is Quiet Owl Books, a group of immensely talented people who took up my cause with Thunderbird and saw it through to the end.  I am also truly grateful to Karin Borin my publicist and advisor who motivated me with gentle yet firm strength, and to Shauna Caterson Carlson, no relation to Bud that we know of, who directs my social media and plies me with good sense.

A Good Story:

The fiftieth anniversary of the tragic death of John F. Kennedy quickly approaches. The nation will once more honor one of its finest of fallen heroes.  There will be no celebration.  It will be a somber affair, and a new generation of Americans will join their parents and grandparents in reliving those horrifying days and tearful nights of November, 1963 to mourn the youthful President. His image is frozen in time. Besides the sorrowful reminiscing the most notorious crime of the twentieth century will again be examined as the greatest mystery of that millennium. Perhaps the greatest mystery ever. The airwaves, internet and print media will overflow with the full spectrum of opinion on topic.  Accomplished scholars will weigh in; crime writers will have a field day; bloggers will pontificate, and broadcasters will bloviate.  The story will never go away.  It is engrained in the American psyche.

 And inevitably during this examination many will ponder the “what if’s.”  What if JFK had lived? What if Lee Harvey Oswald had changed his mind?  What if during that morning in Dallas someone had spotted him with his rifle and called police?  What if his shots were just slightly off target?  Or what if one of his accomplices had turned against him?  Besides Jack Ruby. Before it was too late.

Accomplices, you say.  Why?  What makes you think so?

Thunderbird does not attempt to solve Kennedy’s murder. Far from it. It is neither a scholarly recitation nor another chronicle leading up to and moving beyond the sights and sounds of those fatal gunshots.  Thunderbird does, however, present intriguing elements to this endless Shakespearean-like drama too big to ignore.  It introduces two new, honest-to-God, bigger than life characters .  Men never heard of or written about before.  They were men of such divergent backgrounds that even their chance meeting shattered all odds. They were fascinating men, each in their own right, and the people around them, some who actually were there, others who are found in my imagination, bring color and perspective to those times and to the events that shaped the nation. 

Thunderbird is a book of fiction, but it contains more truth than many would like to admit. 

Until the Kennedy Assassination section of the National Archives finally released secret FBI and Secret Service files on Robert Kaye his story laid dormant.  It was then, in 2008, and the unexpected revelation of the Robert Kaye dossier that I began to write.  To tell it all beginning on the day my mother’s beloved brother, Bud Carlson, sat, near death from chronic heart disease, spinning a yarn too hard for many to believe. 

I truly believed my uncle’s telling on that dreary winter day in Colorado, but I was a journalist and a pretty darn good one at that.  I needed collaboration so I waited and searched for it for thirty-seven years.  I waited to describe the Hungarian freedom fighter, wounded in the bloody 1956 uprising against the Soviets, who came to New Orleans seeking solace and asylum only to find wickedness among those who conspired to kill a President.  A gullible, selfish, confused man easily manipulated by the allure of sex, money, power and standing among the group hell-bent on their murderous mission.  He made his way to Denver where he met Bud Carlson and later a man named Lee Harvey Oswald.

I waited to tell how this man shattered the innocent, yet sorrowful life of my uncle who longed for peace and tranquility after years of heartbreak and personal loss.  Their paths crossed when Bud Carlson hired Robert Kaye and a bond was forged between them. I write that Bud, too, was duped by the conniving Kaye, one of many aliases as the Kennedy investigators soon found out.  Bud trusted the talented tradesman but soon grew tired and wary of his radical views and expressed hatred for America’s leaders at the time.  Bud became suspicious but never thought for a moment his employee ever harbored such ominous motives.

Then Kaye vanished mere weeks before the Assassination leaving a wife and child behind. Like the good man he was Bud stepped in to help, giving the abandoned pair hope and financial support to await his return. Kaye has never been seen since.   

I tell how days after the President’s death Bud was arrested for questioning and spent days under intense interrogation. What linked the two and forced Bud to his knees in handcuffs was a piece of evidence somehow lost or possibly ignored in America’s rush to judgment.  That evidence, I reveal, was a pair of binoculars given to Kaye by Bud Carlson as a birthday gift.  This same pair was found in Oswald’s apartment on the day of the Assassination. To his knowledge I write not once in all the millions of documents collected on Kennedy’s killing have binoculars in Oswald’s possession ever been disclosed.  But my uncle said they were his gift to Kaye, and years later, a friendly G-man confirmed to him the shocking truth. For Bud that inadvertent connection led to terrifying days that turned into years of unwarranted suspicion and harassment at the hands of a government he respected and loved.  Bud was betrayed by Robert Kaye but more hurtful was the betrayal by his nation which, through its protectors, victimized Bud Carlson as an unwitting participant in the whole sordid affair.

Bud Carlson is dead.  Robert Kaye may not be.  If he is alive let him come forward to confess and finally free Bud Carlson to rest in peace. The captivating tale of Robert Kaye and Bud Carlson and the parts they played in the Kennedy saga will assume a prominent position on the bookshelves and in the virtual libraries of America’s readers for many years to come.

 

 
R.K. Price is a Colorado native. He lived in Pueblo for a number of years, earning his way through college as a radio/television and newspaper reporter. He moved north to Denver in the mid 70s, joining a major advertising/public relations firm as a writer, producer and press agent. Later, he formed his own media relations and political consulting firm. He spent the early 1980s in Washington D.C. actively involved in national politics, and returned to Denver in the mid 80s to become an investment and mortgage banker — a profession he remains in today. He now lives in Alexandria, VA with his wife Janet and daughter Sara.
 
 
 
 

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