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Only explosive devices placed within the building, on the support columns, could have shaken the building from its underground foundation. Jim Hargrove worked in the office of the Inspector General for the United States Department of Health and Human Services. His office was located on the south side of the building. Mr. Hargrove said, The most disconcerting thing about my office is, there is an office to the right of me, and an office to the left of me. And after the explosion, there was just nothing there. It was bare. I looked out from my office, which was on the south side, and normally I couldn't see anything except the other offices, and there was nothing there at all. No offices. Instead, I could see my car out in the parking lot, on fire. We tied curtains together and lowered ourselves through the window of the third floor to escape. Something was terribly wrong with the big picture. If the bomb had been in the street, why wasn't the front of the building blown into the building? Why was the damage so asymmetrical? Why was so much of the building destroyed? Why had the columns in the building collapsed vertically, as if they had been sliced away from the foundation? Within a few hours of the event, members of the news media suddenly began stressing, with much repetition, that there had been only one explosion. They all stated too emphatically, too many times, that the one explosion alone had done all of the damage that we were seeing on television. I silently wondered about these strange contradictions. I wondered why the media had stopped airing the interviews of the witnesses who had heard two explosions, who had seen two pillars of smoke, who had felt two concussions. Right before my very eyes, within only a few hours after the explosions, the official story of the event was being carefully crafted, cautiously molded, and delicately manipulated away from the testimony of witnesses to become something else entirely. Some fiction that had virtually nothing to do with what had occurred. I wondered who was doing it, and why. But most of all, I wondered why no one else seemed to be asking any questions. Charles Caleb Colton said in 1825, and I quote, Examinations are formidable, even to the best prepared. For the greatest fool may ask more than the wisest man can answer. Barely an hour had passed since the explosion. The television stations were endlessly rerunning the aerial shots of the Federal Building, taken moments after the bombing by video cameras mounted in their helicopters. Anchor desk personnel tried in vain to find the appropriate words to explain to the viewing public what had happened. But on the scanner radios, there was no poetic explanation. No Pulitzer Prize winning prose. There was no one to translate the information coming across that medium, and there was no way to wrap the event in a nice newsroom package. It was raw. And it was happening right then. The first call for emergency help had been received by the Oklahoma City Fire Department three seconds after the explosion. We have a large column of smoke to the south of this address. We just heard some loud explosions. Within seconds of that call for assistance, reports of injuries at the scene began pouring over the scanner. We have several injuries downtown on an explosion at the YMCA on 5th. There's injuries all over the place downtown. Oklahoma City Fire Fighter, Monty Baxter, arriving at the disaster at 9.03 a.m., was the first fireman on the scene. He radioed back to fire department headquarters. This explosion is at the corner of 5th Street in Robinson. We have multiple injuries. Other fire trucks began to arrive, driving into the dense black smoke. From the scanner, we heard, We need to get a pumper over here on Robinson. We could put out these car fires and cut down on the black smoke a little bit. As one group of firefighters concentrated on putting out the fires in the parking lot across the street from the Mura building, others began trying to assess the number and the nature of the injuries. Said Sergeant Eric Thompson, There were people crawling, just stumbling out to the street. Several people were bleeding. There was debris everywhere. There was still stuff falling out of the air. Within minutes, medical personnel began arriving at the scene in great numbers. Paramedic Mark Robinson stated, I and my partner and five other paramedics in plain clothes all piled in the back of one of the ambulances at headquarters, and we headed down to the scene immediately. Many, many medics came rushing from area hospitals. Some drove downtown from their homes, and some drove miles from out of town to assist in any way possible. One hospital later reported receiving telephone calls from as far away as Illinois, asking if any additional help was needed. Within the first hour, volunteers had arrived at all Oklahoma City hospitals in such great numbers that there was a doctor available for every injured person needing treatment and at least one nurse, sometimes two or more, to assist every doctor. Upon arriving at the bomb site, emergency medical technician Scott Moore stated, We were immediately swarmed by about 20 or 30 people, all with lacerations to the face. Some had chest injuries. Some were pale, apparently in shock, all saying, Can you do something? And can you help us? Within those early moments, the scope of the disaster became apparent from the scanner reports. We're reporting multiple incidents inside the county courthouse in the YMCA building. Mass casualty incident at that location over a six block area. We're not sure what the center of the explosion was at this time. At 9.08 a.m., witnesses monitoring the scanners knew exactly where this disaster had occurred, and from that source, the news media went into action informing the world. The words of the firefighter reporting what he saw sent waves of shock through everyone listening. The whole front of the Federal Building is gone, all floors to the roof. The blasts had not only devastated the Miro Pedro Building, but had also destroyed cars, tossed a tractor trailer rig through a fence, crushed brick walls, collapsed smaller concrete buildings in the area, caused foundations to shift in the larger buildings nearby, and shattered windows for miles around. Eventually, many other buildings in the area would be searched for possible victims and assessed for structural damage. The final toll of damaged buildings would exceed 200. The responding to the urgent requests for assistance, the Norman Police Department sent two medical crews of six people, along with Captain Phil Cotton and the Emergency Medical Service Disaster Bus, which could be used as a triage center capable of treating a large number of injured. The disaster bus was then stationed at the corner of Northwest 6th and Robinson Street to handle triage from that location. The purpose of a triage station in a mass casualty incident is to sort the merely injured from the dying and the dead, to prioritize the needs for medical treatment. Scott Moore explained the triage function in more detail. Scott Moore explained the unresponsive patients, the patients with mortal injuries like the tracheal lacerations, the woman with the portion of the filing cabinet impaled into her chest, still stuck there, those people went out first. Ones that had severe injuries were set in another section. They were also laying down. Then we had a section for the walking wounded. Those were the people there that had glass cuts that looked severe, but really weren't severe. Said paramedic Don Carter, We couldn't tie up our complete attention for those that were still able to walk. There were more critical patients that needed our attention that were either unconscious or couldn't walk due to their injuries. Calls for medical help dominated the scanner traffic. We've got a lot of victims here at, what the hell is that? Sixth and Robinson. I'm at Fifth and Harvey. We've got quite a few injured right here. We need some help. I need at least three ambulances at the corner of Fifth and Hudson. I've got three patients that are in critical condition. We've got about four or five criticals right now and about 100 walking wounded. We've got two critical at 10th and Hudson. We need a unit. I'm at Fourth and Harvey. I need a hospital. I've got one critical head and eye. We're getting ready to depart. We've got two critical and one walking wounded. Can you advise which hospital? We're starting to run into equipment shortages. The squad that is stationed at Station One have them gather up the medical supplies and run down to Northwest Fifth and Robinson. Norman Regional Hospital sent 15 medical staff members and many supplies to aid in the rescue operation. The paramedic instructors from the Moore Norman Vocational Technical Center coordinated in staffing of the EMS disaster bus. Said one medical technician, We had approximately 15 to 20 people laying on the ground with various types of injuries. There was enough blood covering each person that I didn't know who was injured and who wasn't injured. You literally just had to go up and ask them. Are you hurt? Additional triage units were quickly established on the east and south sides of the Muir Building, often moving from place to place wherever triage was needed at the time. The old post office building located south of the Federal Courthouse on Dean A. McGee Street was transformed into a temporary hospital. Television cameras captured the scene of a double line of 14 ambulances removing the injured. In the early moments after the explosions, ambulance service provider EMSA had requested that the Norman ambulances provide coverage to the Moore and south Oklahoma City areas. But within a half hour of making that request, EMSA summoned all available ambulances in the surrounding metropolitan areas to the scene of the disaster. When all of the statistics were compiled several months later, we learned that there had been 66 emergency medical units involved in the rescue operation. 34 from Oklahoma City, 29 from Mutual Aid, that's surrounding communities, and 3 from Tulsa. The number of people transported by these medical units was 215. 95 by EMSA, 44 by Mutual Aid, and 76 by other means, bus or police vehicle. An unknown number of patients were transported by private civilian vehicles. Two command units were on the scene within two minutes of the explosions, and three life support units were placed on 24-hour standby. The response to the bombing utilized 165 EMSA employees, and the helicopters involved in the rescue operation came from Metaflight, Oklahoma, and Fort Sill Mast Flights. Other emergency medical service agencies involved in the rescue operations came from Anadarko, Ardmore, Carnegie, McLean, that's McLean County, Purcell, Senor, Stevens, that's Steven County, Stillwater, Watonga, Wellston, Impact EMS, EMSA Eastern Division, Life EMS, Life EMS, and Life Sat EMS. Emergency personnel associated with EMS agencies were supplemented by more than twice as many medically trained volunteers who assisted in the rescue operation. In spite of the fact that their numbers can be estimated but not accurately calculated, their service was needed, appreciated, and invaluable. We will also never know how many of the injured were taken to area hospitals in the vehicles of private civilians. A large number of emergency vehicles was available at the scene, but the number of injured far exceeded the capacity of those vehicles. Without the willingness of private citizens to transport the wounded to area hospitals in their own cars, trucks, or vans, the death toll might have been much greater. That willingness of heart to serve in whatever capacity needed made the difference between life and death for many of the injured. Within the first hour after the bombing, St. Anthony Hospital sent out an emergency call for blood and requested that all off-duty medical employees report to the hospital. Similar calls for medical personnel went out from all metro area hospitals. It was called Condition Black, a state of total emergency that required every available medic to be on hand in a state of readiness. The Cleveland County, which is the Norman Red Cross, announced that the disaster had placed a tremendous drain on the blood supply, and asked everyone who was at least 17 years old, in good health, and who weighed at least 110 pounds, to come to the Red Cross Blood Center at Max Westheimer Airfield, located in north central Norman. Within 30 minutes of the announcement, the blood donation center was overwhelmed with donors. The parking lot was filled to capacity, and cars were parked for hundreds of yards along the roadway and in the grassy fields surrounding the center. Within two hours, the Norman Red Cross announced that they could take no further donors at the Westheimer location, because the response to the call had been so generous. A secondary blood donation center was hastily set up on Haley Drive, near the University of Oklahoma campus, and the Delta Gamma House. It also rapidly filled to capacity with volunteer donors. The Oklahoma Blood Institute's Sylvia N. Goldman Center, located within five miles of the Mira building, put out a call for donors. Within minutes, its parking lot was filled, and cars were parked on the street, on the sidewalks, in the center medians of the roadway, and on the grass for blocks surrounding the Blood Institute, creating an incredible tangle of traffic in the downtown area. The line of donors quickly filled the lobby, and spilled onto the lawn. In order to accommodate the number of blood donors, secondary donor centers were set up at the nearby Clarion Hotel, and at Tinker Air Force Base. Soon, word came that the University Hospital Mobile Blood Donation Unit was filled to capacity. The Edmond Blood Institute, north of Oklahoma City, was also full, and secondary sites were established in that community to accommodate donors. For the volunteer donors, waiting in line, some of whom waited for many hours, it was all they could do to help. Everyone wanted to assist in some way, and the public response to the calls for blood was instant and overwhelming. The Red Cross set up a large supply depot and triage unit in the Oklahoma Publishing Company warehouse, located at Northwest 5th and Oklahoma Street. As the rescue operation progressed, this warehouse would also serve first as a triage unit, and later as a temporary morgue. There were 250 Red Cross volunteers dispatched, and another 200 who signed up for relief duty. Also arriving at the Red Cross Supply Depot were many uniformed men and women from Tinker Air Force Base's 38th Engineering Installation Wing Headquarters, which specializes in communications. They had come to assist in coordinating the communications between the different medical units on the scene, law enforcement personnel, firefighters, and the other specialized rescue teams that were arriving. Dozens of counselors, psychologists, mental health workers, ministers, and priests arrived to aid the wounded and to comfort and counsel the family members who had loved ones trapped inside the Muir Building. Later in the day, specialized counseling, called Critical Incident Stress Debriefing, was made immediately available for every worker who came out of the Muir Building because of the extremely disturbing and emotionally wrenching situations with which these rescuers were confronted. Food and supplies donated by the public began pouring into the Red Cross Depot in such quantities that storage space was at a premium. The Red Cross issued an announcement that they would ask for specific items when it was known exactly what was needed, and graciously asked the generous public to wait before driving into the downtown area. Traffic for miles around the blast site was at a complete standstill at that moment, and it was too early to know what more was going to be required. Everyone was urgently searching for some way to help. The only way to know what was needed was to stay tuned to the television and the local news radio stations. The scenes on television were extremely graphic, raw, and for the most part, unedited. Time and again, viewers were warned about the explicit, violent nature of the broadcasts for the sake of any children who might become upset by what they saw. The warning could have been issued for viewers of any age or experience. We were seeing a bloodbath. As one news anchorman defined it, This is a disaster of international proportions. The people who came stumbling out of the ruins of the buildings had had their clothing torn off or ripped to shreds by flying glass. One man removed his own clothing to cover a bleeding victim lying in shock on a stretcher in the street. A rescue volunteer, who ran to the scene from the Kerr-McGee Corporation complex, wrapped a small boy in his own dress shirt and stayed with the child, warming him and speaking tenderly to him, until the child could be transported to a local hospital for treatment. U.S. District Judge Gary Purcell, who had come running from his courtroom in the Federal Courthouse behind the Muir building, wrapped one of the injured in his judge's robe. The walking wounded carried the more seriously injured out of area buildings, often assisted by unknown civilian volunteers. Two men carried a woman with a profusely bleeding leg wound to volunteer medics by using an office chair as a litter. Other civilians loaded the injured into their own cars or laid them in the beds of pickup trucks to transport them to area hospitals. So many volunteers helped so many victims. Some of the injured would never know the names of the persons who helped save their lives. Some would later be reunited with their rescuers and with grateful tears embrace one another as if they were family members meeting after many years absence. A volunteer carrying a small boy to the medics for treatment was asked by a television reporter, Do you know who that is you are carrying? He replied, No. No. And that was so often the story. Those who could walk helped those who could not. And this selfless gift of assistance to strangers was given over and over again by hundreds of people throughout the morning. It was simply the right thing to do and no one ever gave it a second thought. Reporters from every local media source had converged on the area, collecting curbside interviews with victims, civilian volunteers, local business owners, rescue workers, hospital personnel, and later from federal officials. It would be mid-afternoon before members of the national news media descended on Oklahoma City in droves. 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Many had barely escaped with their lives, and some were bleeding and trembling, answering reporters' questions as medics cleaned and bandaged their wounds. We were about to get our first taste of what would eventually become over a thousand personal accounts of the bombing of the Alfred P. Muir Federal Building. David Sykes, a mail carrier, was in the mail room in the basement of the Federal Building when the explosions occurred. He stated that at first he thought it was a boiler explosion. He and several other mail carriers ran into the hallway and found it destroyed and in flames. Sykes said, There was glass and fire everywhere. We just got out of there. But upon reaching the street level, the sight of what had happened stunned Sykes completely. He instantly realized it had not been a boiler explosion. Man, it must have been a bomb. I know it was a bomb, he said. And I'll tell you what was really weird. When we got out, there were cop cars and ambulances everywhere and it took us only about forty seconds to get out of the basement. Of even greater interest was the fact that Sykes reported fire in the basement level of the building, supposedly caused by an explosion that occurred outside the building up at the street level. Third year nursing student and member of the Oklahoma Air National Guard, Donna Trimble, was hurrying to class at the University Health Sciences Center. She was going to be late to class because of a flat tide which had delayed her arrival. Trimble was about six blocks away from the Mura building when the force of the explosions slammed into her car. At first I thought I'd had a wreck, Trimble said, explaining that the jolt had caused her head to hit the windshield. And then, when I realized I didn't have a wreck, I thought it was maybe some sort of building demolition downtown. Seeing an Oklahoma City Fire Department truck rushing past her into the downtown area, Trimble followed it. Then she saw the building. It was the worst thing I've ever seen. There was a lot of confusion. Abandoning her car and rushing into the scene on foot, Trimble ran through the thick black smoke rising from the parking lot full of burning vehicles and helped remove an injured woman from a crushed car. When the woman had been safely placed in the hands of other medics, Trimble hurried toward the building. Water was gushing into the lower levels of the building and people were yelling for someone to shut off the power in the water. I saw one man sitting in his office. I could tell from where I was standing that he was dead. The whole wall of his office was gone. Trimble continued working throughout the morning in the triage units around the Muir building, helping in whatever way she could. Sam Patterson was employed in the office of the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, located on the south side of the third floor of the Muir building. He described his experience. It wasn't really loud. It was more of a muffled noise. But immediately after the explosion, I could see clear through the building and out the other side. I could see the parking lot across the street, and all the cars looked like they were on fire. The ceiling of Patterson's office had collapsed, but fortunately the floor beneath him held firm. Everyone from Patterson's office made it safely out of the building with only a few minor injuries. Witnesses saw two employees from the ninth floor office of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms staggering around without shirts, the torn rags of their trousers bloody. Jim Staggs, bleeding profusely from the head and chest, told the media that he had been talking on the phone in the BATF office when he heard the explosions. We were just trying to get out of there, he said, as the medic cleaned and bandaged his wounds. The doors were locked. We couldn't get out. We were just trying to find a way out. Debris was everywhere. The second BATF employee, Vernon Buster, was covered with glass cuts. He described the scene within the building as frantic. He said, I felt the explosion come from my left, and then there was this force of pressure and debris started falling and glass flying. Immediately after making this statement to the press, Buster laid down on the street weak and white with shock. Captain Henderson Baker was not sitting at his desk at the time of the explosions. Baker worked in the Department of the Army's Oklahoma City Recruiting Company Headquarters. He stated that he was standing talking to a co-worker when suddenly he began falling. The portion of the fourth floor office in which his desk was located had disappeared into the dust. Smoke and crashing concrete. I just didn't know what was going on. I was surrounded by black smoke. It was dark, black, and I was falling. I landed on the first floor and saw a light ahead. I just walked toward it. Dazed and shaken, Baker miraculously managed to walk directly out onto Northwest 5th Street. With blood flowing down his face, internal injuries, abrasions, an injured arm, and multiple bruises, Baker then went back inside the building to search for his co-workers. But after the first hour, six were still missing. Henderson was eventually taken to Mercy Health Center for medical treatment. One man, who did not identify himself, told reporters, the first time he was in the building. I had a meeting with the building manager, and he and I had just left the meeting. We walked out to the elevator shaft. We were out by the elevator when all of a sudden I heard a big boom. Everything went black and things were falling in on us. There was thick dust everywhere. You could hardly breathe. So I yelled for the building manager, and I finally heard him answer me. Although he had been standing right next to me when the blast took place, I couldn't find him afterward. Finally, we connected, and he and I tried going out together. We found a couple of ladies caught in the debris. We helped get them out. All of us went out together. We finally found an exit. I thought I was going out the front door, but somehow we ended up going out a side door. Everything was just debris and rubble. The building had collapsed around us. It was so dark and dusty you could hardly breathe. You just had to survive to get out. Deputy County Assessor Tim Gilbert had run from his office a block away when he felt the force of the explosions. Upon reaching the mural building, he was stunned by what he saw. It was like a big concrete tomb. It was incredible. Everything was collapsing down on everything. He heard a call for help under a pile of concrete, but when he reached the pile of rubble, the call for help had stopped. Then he found a woman's hand. We dug down to her, and I saw the wedding ring on her finger. I felt her pulse, and she was dead. She was pregnant. I couldn't get her out by myself. I thought maybe if we got her out, we could save the baby. But we couldn't do it alone. The vertical collapse of the support columns and the subsequent pancaking of the floors of the mural building resulted in a pile of rubble some twenty-five feet high. The angle of the collapsed floors had created a chute down which workers, office furniture, fixtures, and building debris had fallen. Tim Gilbert climbed on the two-story pile of debris, and with five other men formed a human chain. Together, they worked feverishly to pull people out of a sinkhole in the middle of the building. They were lifting people out, and we would grab them. There were people yelling, Over here! Help me! I don't know what happened to those voices. The last five minutes we were in there, we couldn't hear them anymore. We got seven people out, two adults and five kids. When asked if he felt like a hero, Gilbert said, No, I'm not a hero. They needed help. Everyone was trying to do what they could. An employee from the fifth floor of the mural building described how he survived the explosions. I went under the table when the ceiling started to cave in. That saved me, I guess. And others had a similar story. One man claimed, When I crawled out from under the desk, there wasn't any building left around us. Our whole office area was gone. My floor was okay, and the ceiling had come down. But there was still concrete above, so it was just the corner of the office that was left that we were in. Everybody else that we work with is gone. Dr. Brian Espy, a veterinarian for the U.S. Department of Agriculture, survived the bombing and said he never dreamed the building in which he had worked for six years would be the target of a terrorist attack. In a statement released to the press in the late morning, Dr. Espy said his entire staff of seven people was gone, lost, somewhere in the rubble of the building. All but a few of the offices in his area of the fifth floor disappeared in the rumbling collapse. Fellow Agricultural Department employee Jack Gobin said that at first he thought it was an earthquake. He felt the force first, and then the windows blew into his office. Gobin said he got under his desk and was not hurt. Both Gobin and Espy said they feel very, very lucky to be alive. Many of their co-workers did not escape the disaster. Registered nurse Tony Garrett worked all day and into the night, up until the time the FBI took over the medical operations. Tony stated, When we went over to the south side of the building, I had noticed several citizens, police officers and firemen, who were trying to dig at the rubble, trying to get the people out. And on the upper floors there were people that were sitting at their desks. That, when you first looked at them, you really didn't know that they were dead. But when you got a closer look, you saw that there was no way they could be sitting there alive, with metal fragments through their bodies. It seemed like there were people just sitting at their desks waiting for someone to come and get them. Television reporters conducted an interview with an unidentified male who had escaped from the building, but then tried to go back inside to rescue his co-workers. The man was shaken and stunned. We couldn't get back there. Stuff was falling down, and we started throwing stuff out, looking for people. We couldn't find anybody. We were hollering. We went around on the north side of the building, and then that's when I saw it. I cannot believe it. You could see the crater. It looked like a car or something had been parked directly in front of the glass doors at the street. The crater did make a hole in the ground, but you could see everything. There was rebar as big around as my arm, bent over like a pretzel. You could see where the blast was. There was definitely a crater in the street in front of the mural building, but neither witnesses nor officials could ever seem to agree upon its size. Some said it was 30 feet wide. Others said 20. The general consensus was that the crater's depth was 8 feet, although one member of the National Guard stated it was 12 feet. It was difficult to estimate depth because of the amount of debris piled everywhere, and at no time was the public informed that anyone had measured the depth or diameter of the crater. Published aerial associated press laser photos clearly show the crater from different angles. The diameter of the crater can be estimated relative to the size of vehicles located on a plane parallel to the crater. Such estimates indicate that the diameter was probably not in excess of 25 feet. There is a more accurate estimate available. Published in this volume, Oklahoma City Day 1, is a photograph of the crater taken by Oscar Johnson on page 62. Near the crater are several 5-gallon buckets that were used for debris removal. The buckets are 14 inches tall. Using that measurement as a reference, it appears that the crater is approximately 20 to 23 feet in diameter. The depth appears to be approximately 4 feet. Early in the rescue operation, we were told that the crater was covered with plywood to protect the rescue workers while going into and out of the building. However, close-up photographic evidence indicates that the crater, which was actually very small, was filled during the search and recovery period. The plywood appears to cover uneven debris, but is located to the right of the crater. The crater was always visible after it was filled, yet we were told there was a huge crater beneath the plywood. The plywood ramps remained in place until the independent investigation conducted by Defense Attorney Stephen Jones and his team of experts. The investigators who accompanied the defense team into the Ground Zero area were shocked to discover that the alleged huge crater had been filled prior to their inspection. Jones was later quoted as saying, Jones was later quoted as saying, I don't know when they filled it. If they filled it after I filed my motion, I frankly would find that disturbing. Jones also said that his explosives expert from the state of Washington, Sid Woodcock, would have learned more from the inspection if they hadn't filled in the pit area. Jones was later, no one seemed to notice that the actual bomb crater was very small and had been filled for quite some time. No one is willing to specify who authorized the filling of the crater. Nor has any explanation been forthcoming as to why the crater itself, a vital piece of evidence in the bombing, was irreparably altered before it could be studied and assessed by non-government experts. Whether or not this tampering with the crater evidence constitutes obstruction of justice remains to be determined. New American reporter William F. Jasper brought one particular incident to light in his overview of the evidence of internal explosions provided by Brigadier General Benton K. Parton. See appendices A and C. Wrote Jasper, One of the more interesting examples of the General's vindication can be found in the official commemorative volume of the Oklahoma City tragedy called In Their Name. In the middle of the book is a large illustration of the Muir building spanning two pages, pages 86 and 87, and detailing the damage caused by the April 19th blast. What is quite striking about the illustration is that the artist has obviously moved the bomb crater to the left, so that it is aligned with the deep blast cavity that extends into the building. What this episode demonstrates is that whether consciously or unconsciously the illustrated, and or the book's producers, have attempted to reconcile the conspicuously conflicting data by altering the evidence to fit the official story. Now, Mr. Jasper's assertions, while intriguing, do not fit the photographic evidence. General Parton's best estimates place the crater approximately four feet to the right of column A4 . However, it appears from the aerial photos that the crater is actually about four feet to the left of column A4. While this placement concurs with the drawings on pages 86 and 87 of In Their Name, a closer examination of pages 82 and 83 does place the crater to the left of A4. There does not appear to have been any deliberate attempt to alter the evidence in this manner. You're listening to the hour of the time. I'm William Cooper. I'm William Cooper. . He says the crater after painting in the wind ofалы andinflammatory has already revealed itself. This is anwow link. He thinks his point is there. He says the crater. He is also visible to his image all the time. He says the crater. He is every removed from the enfoccucy. He finds the crater. The crater is to his emotionalamosring. That crater is that He took part two googlade. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. This is the Voice of Freedom. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You're listening to the World Wide Freedom Radio Network. Classic radio in the truest sense of the word. Lighting power, lighting power. Lighting power, lighting power. Lighting power, lighting power. Lighting power, lighting power. Lighting power, lighting power. Lighting power. Lighting power. Lighting power. You're listening to the Hour of the Time. I'm William Cooper. Ladies and gentlemen, we are reading from the book Oklahoma City Day One by Michelle Marie Moore. It is documented and sourced. There is no conjecture, no rumor. There are no opinions in this book. It is all fact. The criteria for our investigation that anything considered to be evidence had to come from at least two different sources that knew nothing of each other. If you would like to own a copy of Oklahoma City Day One, and I urge you to get a copy and read it. 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Far from hurting Parton's conclusions, this placement of the crater actually renders his report more devastating by moving the alleged source of the explosion farther from the collapsed column A8. Mr. Jasper's concerns were based on General Parton's conclusions, but Parton erred in his assessment by 8 feet. Given the tiny size of the bomb vehicle had been placed in the middle of the bomb vehicle, it would not have caused the damage done to the building and most assuredly would not have brought down column A8.ожspot of nawetפs encourage any of the remake, hahaof. Suddenly the building began to sway and rock, and Judge Purcell said he felt like his eardrums might burst. There was a terribly loud noise, and it kind of knocked me forward into the bench. I caught myself, and someone said, It's an earthquake! I said, No, it's a bomb! Everybody, get out! Forcing open the courtroom door, Purcell and about twenty others escaped from the building. And, said Purcell, it was utter chaos. There was smoke and heat and screaming. At first we thought it was our building, but once we were outside we could see the smoke coming from the mirror building. Glass had shattered throughout the courthouse, but not on the floor of Judge Purcell's courtroom and office. Bulletproof glass had been installed on Judge Purcell's floor the previous week. Oklahoma City Attorney Jack Pointer had also been in the federal courthouse that Wednesday morning. All the windows blew out, he said. We ran outside. When I saw the smoke, I thought it was the courthouse, and I started running toward it. But Pointer soon realized the smoke was coming from the mirror building. As he approached it from the south, he couldn't see the devastation that had occurred on the opposite side of the building. A woman, screaming hysterically, ran up to Pointer, saying, My baby! My baby is in there! Other women joined her, all crying about their children. It was then that Pointer learned that there had been a daycare center located on the second floor of the mirror building. Pointer tried to calm the women and said that he would go and check on the children. Just then a policewoman arrived and told them to get out of here. Pointer told her, We're going to check on these women's babies on the second floor. The policewoman replied somberly, There is no second floor. Pointer could then see where the building dropped away to nothing but rubble. The staircase leading to the daycare center and the door of the center were standing, but beyond that, the center no longer existed. With the realization that there had been a daycare center in the building, firefighters began making other urgent demands heard on the scanners. Is there a possibility we can get the police department dogs to help us with locations? We're supposed to have at least 25 to 30 children in this area, and we've only found four or five. Can we get heat sensors or police dogs? Please! Firefighter Monty Baxter, working with his partner in the area that had once been the daycare center, started calling out to the children. Said Baxter, Danny went left, and I went straight and kind of to the right, hollering out, Please, say something! Holler at us! We're firefighters! Is there anybody here? You've got to make a noise! We can't see you! Probably within 30 minutes, we had three children out, freed up, and we handed them over to somebody else. Of the many children present in the daycare center that morning, only six would survive. As the day progressed, the removal of the dead would begin. Some of the bodies were taken first to the children's playground area on south side of the federal building, and later to the temporary morgue set up in a warehouse at the corner of Northwest 5th and Oklahoma Street. Tearful medical personnel remarked how tragically ironic it was that the dead children should be laid in their own playground, a place in which they would never again play. Hmm. Hmm. In 1989, when the daycare center had first been built, it was called Uncle Sam's Kids Corner. Under the leadership of then-Governor Henry Bellman, the General Services Administration had spent $48,000 on sod, fences, and other improvements to provide a scenic, safe, outdoor place for the children to play while their parents worked nearby. At that time, only six years previously, the provision of on-site child care services was considered an excellent employee benefit. After the Oklahoma City bombing, many who had fought hard to win on-site child care were reconsidering the wisdom of keeping children near any federal office. It is an issue still being hotly debated and remains unresolved. On this day, April 19, the fencing materials, which had previously provided safe boundaries for the children at play, were being used as ladders with which to reach and extract the injured from the federal building. Surrounded by the tiny, often unidentified bodies of the children, wrapped in small blankets and laid side by side in the south playground area, the Reverend George Miley of the Anglican Church of the Holy Cross walked among the dead praying as he carried his open Bible. I am asking God to receive them, Miley said. It was the last intercessory act he felt he could perform, an act of peace in the midst of the confusion and turmoil all around him. According to rescue workers inside the federal building, bodies and severed body parts were scattered everywhere. Those still living were trapped and crying out for help. Medical workers who had set up triage centers in the area and makeshift hospitals were hanging IVs on portable metal racks. Victims were resting on blankets spread out on the concrete. It was a gruesome scene. Mike Taylor, director of cardiopulmonary services at Norman Regional Hospital, was quoted as saying, they're having to cut off body parts to get them out of there. One worker came out with a medical backpack and just collapsed from the intensity of the scene. In spite of the fact that the rescue workers were being sent into the building for only 30 to 45 minute shifts, many were completely overcome by what they saw inside and by what they had to do while there. In one unforgettable moment of many that day, television viewers watched in grief as a police officer, stumbling trance-like from the building, stopped by the street curb near a parked patrol car. Overcome with the emotional stress and tragedy of the event, the officer folded his arms around his face as if to blot out all he had seen, bowed himself over the hood of the vehicle and wept openly. and we all wept with him. Moments later, a fellow officer approached, placed a comforting hand on the man's shoulder and together they helped each other leave the horror of their first shift of duty in the mirror building bomb site. It was going to be like that for days and weeks to come, people helping each other cope. The wounds of that day were not all visible and many would take far longer to heal than injuries to the physical body. These were wounds of the heart. Shock and disbelief were the order of the day. Medical workers treated a man wandering from the building in a day with cuts and broken bones. He had lost both arms in the explosion but seemed strangely unaware of his condition. A man's body was discovered about a block away to the northwest of the federal building in an alley behind the post office resource center. Witnesses thought he was a pastor bar, but no one seemed to know who he was, what he was doing, or the exact cause of his death. One man, covered in blood, was found walking alone along the sidewalk several blocks away from the mirror building. He said he was going home, but he couldn't remember his name and he didn't know where his home was. Behind him was a trail of blood and a shattered glass that carpeted the downtown streets and sidewalks. Other medical workers handled the bio bags, collecting tissue and body parts from the debris. They may not ever find some of those people, said Craig Bishop, a member of the American Red Cross disaster action team. It's that torn up. I heard moaning, but couldn't tell if it was coming from survivors buried in debris or from people under stress trying to clear away the rubble. It's bad. It's real bad. The dead were so numerous that rescue workers had no choice but to cover most of them and mark the location of the bodies with spray paint on the building debris. At that time of the crises, the emphasis was still on rescuing the living and no ambulance could be spared to remove the dead. Specially trained removal teams would later be brought in to handle the dead. Across the street to the north of the mirror building, David Harper had been sitting at his desk in the journal record building when the explosions occurred. It felt like somebody slammed me in the back of the head with a bat. We pushed debris to the side so we could get out. My office was chest deep in debris. Another worker in the journal record building, Ernie Ross, reported that the force of the blast threw him twenty feet across the room into a table. The windows were all gone and the inside walls collapsed. You did not know where to run to get out. It was just frantic. The flying glass sliced me up. I was standing with a co-worker. I hope he's all right. I'm sure glad to be alive. I never went through anything like that when I was in Vietnam. Ross was taken to University Hospital for treatment of large cuts on his leg, facial lacerations, and a crushed nose. Norman resident Mary Mowdy had just started her third day on the job in the journal record building with the Oklahoma Guaranteed Student Loan Program. Seated at her desk by a window when the explosions occurred, Mowdy was pierced by thousands of pieces of flying glass. She was somehow rescued from the scene by co-workers. After being rushed to Presbyterian Hospital, Mowdy endured more than seven hours of surgery and received over a thousand stitches. She would again face surgery. The next day, Mowdy suffered a broken arm, cut tendons in her arms, and severe cuts to her lower face and neck. Of the seven injured and three critically injured in the journal record building, she was the most seriously hurt. Burby Lovelace had been in the Oklahoma City downtown Lions Club office on the second floor of the YMCA building, which was located a half block to the northeast of the Mira building. It took us only one and a half to two minutes to get outside, and there were police cars already there, men in their heavy helmets. Lovelace had just stepped away from her desk when suddenly it was covered with shards of glass, ceiling tiles, and insulation. The windows blew in and the ceiling fell, she said. Everything that was not concrete just went. The force blew me toward the door. I have glass cuts all the way across my face. I did what every normal human being does. I panicked. I jerked open the door, which was blocked by ceiling tiles, and limped down the hall. Everybody was screaming, and crying, but we made our way down the stairs. Lovelace, with several of her co-workers, went back inside the YMCA to remove children from the daycare facility in that building. She didn't realize how badly she was bleeding until someone handed her a towel. Strangers walked up and began picking up the children and taking them out into the street. Parents were running and calling out the names of their children. One father was so panicky that he didn't see his own daughter in the arms of a man who was holding her right in front of the dead. Strangers held children who were not their own and waited for parents. They did not know. State Representative Kevin Cox, who was in front of the YMCA in less than a block from the Muir building at the time of the explosion, said, All of a sudden, I felt like I was in a hammock between two trees in my car. The windshield shattered and blew me in the car into a building at Northwest 5th and Broadway. I was very shocked. I know I bailed out of my car and fell down several times. I wanted to run for cover. The whole side of the building was blown out and every car in the parking lot directly across from the Federal building was ablaze. Cars within that block are buried in rubble. Well, I could see two people standing in the rubble trying to find a way out. People who lived in the YMCA came out in their bare underwear. Todd Pendleton was driving away from the YMCA building where he had just taken his son Evan to daycare. He heard and felt the initial blast from several blocks away. He said he thought another car had rear-ended him. But when he looked back, all he could see was black smoke. He whipped his car around, drove back, and parked as close as he could to the YMCA. Pendleton got out of his car and began running. He could see people already removing the 52 children who were in the YMCA daycare center that morning. Boy, I was running, looking everywhere for Evan. I found him in the arms of a YMCA worker. That staff was so committed. They were all hurt and bloody and all they could think about were those kids. Within seven to ten minutes, all of the children were accounted for and out of the daycare center. Pendleton began helping the workers remove the children, some of whom were seriously hurt. He took one injured child to the nearest ambulance for transport to the hospital, but the ambulance medics were treating people at the scene who could not yet be moved. Realizing he was going to have to take the child himself, Pendleton told YMCA staff members that he was driving the child to St. Anthony's Hospital. Pendleton and his son Evan took the injured child to the emergency room and stayed with the child until the parents arrived. The Regency Tower, a multi-storied apartment building located one block west of the Muir building, was home to more than 250 residents, some of whom had lived there since the building's opening about thirty years earlier. Deanna Jordan had been in her apartment with her sister-in-law and young daughter. Deanna said, I thought the people outside doing scaffolding work were coming through the windows until we heard the building alarm telling us to evacuate. The walls are buckled and cracked. There's mortar coming off the outside of the building. Deanna's five-year-old daughter, Melinda, was still shaking and clinging to her mother when she told reporters her own version of what happened. I heard screams, screams, and everything fell down. A gentleman known only as Mr. Ramsey was interviewed by a television reporter. His son works for the Oklahoma City Police Department. Mr. Ramsey reported to the television media that his son had heard the explosions a few blocks away. Ramsey said, My son was at the Oklahoma City Police Station. He said at the time of the explosion about three hundred policemen pulled their guns because they thought that someone was in the police department and had set off a bomb there. He is a bicycle patrolman and he immediately hurried to the federal building. He was sharing with us that he had pulled out four two to three year olds that were dead and I think six adults that were dead. He's got a daughter that is three years old and when he got to the part about the kids he just couldn't stand it too much and I can't see how anybody could do this. It's unreal. He saw many people who were in great pain, maimed, tops of their heads blown off, eyes blown out. horrible, horrible things and to the people that did this there is no reason for anything like this, none ever. Local media representatives interviewed Carol Lawton, an elderly woman who was trapped in a blanket, who was wrapped in a blanket to protect against the onset of shock while she was being assisted by medical personnel. She had great difficulty speaking as if her mouth could not form the words her mind was thinking. From time to time during the interview she hid her face in her hands as if to blot out the images that would be forever impressed in her memory. It got dark, she said, and then the floors from above weren't down in glass. It just kept falling and there was this horrible noise, a horrible noise. It was just after whatever happened, happened. It was just a roar of the whole building crumbling and where I was sitting it was the only place the floors didn't cave in. I mean right over here the floor was gone. My little area where I was sitting I was on the seventh floor and the eighth floor came down and went through and then it just kept on going down. There was a window to a hall by my desk and I crawled over it and got out. The stairwell was still lit. The light was on in the stairwell. I know that some people are still in the building and that they haven't gotten to yet. I saw a lot of people very badly hurt. People were getting out covered with blood and just stunned. I mean it was just a shock. As the news reporter conducting the interview who was about to ask another question Ms. Lawton turned suddenly pale and weak as new cries from the Muir building came rushing from behind her frantic and emphatic. Move back! Let's go! All companies come out of the building right now! Possibly explosives planted in the building! Everybody! Evact the federal building now! Evacuate! Get out! Now! Now! In 1905, Oscar Wilde said in De Profundis, Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can record only its moods and chronicle their return. love for fillASE Thank you. I'm William Cooper, and this is the Hour of the Time. Ladies and gentlemen, the Hour of the Time is brought to you by Swiss America Trading. Swiss America Trading specializes in non-reportable, non-confiscatable hard assets. And you may not realize it now, but you need this kind of an investment to protect what you have spent so much of your life accumulating. 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Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Highpack for this time. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. who were alive when we left them had died by the time we returned. Deputy County Assessor Tim Gilbert had to abruptly end his search near the nursery when reports of a second bomb led to the evacuation of the area. God, I hope they get those little kids out, he cried. I had to leave little kids on the second floor. I'd rather be horse-whipped than leave these little kids. An ashen-faced volunteer, Robert Buckner, stated, I would have gladly given my life for one of those kids' lives, just one child. Describing the sudden panic that struck those at the bomb site, paramedic Mark Robertson said, All of a sudden I looked up and I saw this large group of firemen running just as fast as they could. A lot of them were older firemen with whom I'd made many calls during the six years I'd been out in the field, and I saw fear on their faces. Some of those guys were running faster than I'd ever seen them move in my life. I thought, if these folks are scared about something, then it's time to run. As word of the ordered evacuation spread, civilians in the area panicked and began to run away from the federal building, fast as they could in every direction. Everyone was moved back from the bomb site, while law enforcement officers made more secure the makeshift perimeter that had been hastily erected around the devastation. More yellow crime scene tape went up, wooden barricades were brought in, and more guards were posted. Demolition experts arrived to handle this newest emergency. People all over the world, watching on television and listening on radio, were riveted to the spot as the Oklahoma Highway Patrol bomb squad entered the building. All listened with bated breath for any information from the officers. Moments after arriving, a bomb squad officer reported, All companies on the general alarm be advised, there has been another device found in the federal building, clear a four-block area. On the police band, a horrifying conversation between two workers in the federal building was overheard by scanner buffs who were following the downtown developments. This conversation was reported by three separate and unrelated witnesses. Quote, Boy, you're not going to believe this. Believe what? I can't believe it. This is a military bomb. End quote. What was going on here? No word had yet been released to the public concerning the makeup of the bomb, or bombs that had devastated the building, but suddenly we were confronted by the voices of experts on the scene describing as a military bomb the device that was being handled at that moment by the bomb squad. This was a very serious development. It turned out to be something that would later be denied by all federal law enforcement representatives and by the primary local players when the media was finally allowed to ask the hard questions. In fact, once the denials began, the subject of other explosives in the building became the issue that would simply be ignored by all officials for several months to come. Nevertheless, witnesses at the scene had plenty to say about it at the time. Mail carrier David Sykes, who had earlier escaped from the basement area of the federal building, reported that a firefighter ran toward the crowd gathered nearby and told him and his co-workers, you folks might want to move on west. They found another bomb. Kathy Garrett, the Red Cross public information coordinator, told reporters, everyone just started running. They were shouting, get out of the way, there's a bomb! I ran. Andy Cullison, a cameraman who had been at the Good Printing Company, seven blocks north of the Muir building at the time of the explosions, had moved closer to the scene to observe the rescue operation. As he was watching, a firefighter approached and warned him and others to evacuate the area. Cullison said, the firefighter told him, they believe there's a second device and it's more powerful than the first. Two firefighters and one other gentleman, each speaking independently of the others and on condition of anonymity, testified to what was found in the building. They all stated that the second bomb was actually several bombs, five-gallon-sized, olive-drab-colored canisters bearing mil-spec numbers and clearly labeled fulminate of mercury with a hole in the top of each canister through which a detonator was attached. This could account for the comments about a military bomb because fulminate of mercury is a powerful explosive used primarily by the military. It is practically impossible to purchase this substance in any quantity at all. It is intensely controlled by federal regulations and a person desiring to acquire fulminate of mercury must first obtain approval and a federal permit and then jump through many hoops of bureaucratic red tape. Fulminate of mercury is an extremely dangerous substance, is extremely difficult to obtain, and is not available to just anybody. In an interview conducted in May 1995 by Relevance magazine, Oklahoma City Police Department public information officer Bill Martin confirmed sketchy reports that several containers of fulminate of mercury were discovered inside the building. He guessed that they might have been used routinely by the BATF in their explosives work. By late summer 1995, Martin had changed his story, knew nothing about the fulminate of mercury, couldn't imagine how the rumor got started, and suddenly could not recall the name of the magazine that had interviewed him the previous May. The fact that this chemical was found in clearly labeled military canisters obviates the possibility that some local thug manufactured the chemical in his kitchen, if such a thing were even possible, or bought it on the street. The fact that there were multiple canisters of military origin found in the building casts an entirely different light on everything that happened thereafter. Several witnesses at the scene watched as the rescue operation was stopped, and they stated that they saw at least three additional bombs taken out in barrels from the third floor by bomb squad personnel. Others reported that explosive devices from the building were removed under blankets or medical stretchers. It was later reported that these devices were taken to a county property and detonated. Additionally, the Dallas Morning News later wrote, Early reports speculated that the terrorists may be traceable through the unexploded device agents recovered from the building. When questioned about who might have been responsible for the bombing, Dr. Randall Heather, a terrorism expert, said, We should find out an awful lot when the bombs are taken apart. I think it was a great stroke of luck, and it's hard to talk about luck on a day like today in Oklahoma City. But it was a great stroke of luck that we actually have got defused bombs. It's through the bomb material that we'll be able to track down who committed this atrocity. As far as the bomb squad, the police, the experts, and the eyewitnesses were concerned, there were secondary devices discovered and removed, possibly of military origin. As far as the media was concerned, those discoveries were going to supply the big brick needed to track down the perpetrators. Amazingly enough, the devices were not used to track down anyone. Their existence was denied, concealed, and lied about by federal officials, and eyewitnesses were threatened and told to keep quiet. No questions were asked. Later, in what would possibly be the most inane statement made by any federal official on April 19th, Jack Killoran, then spokesman in Washington, D.C. for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, said, Public safety personnel in the sea think they have found an unexploded device in the building. We believe this was a bombing, and we are responding as if it was, but we do not have any frantic evidence yet to confirm that. The damage, however, appears consistent with the bombing. Killoran's non-explanation was made in the afternoon when all the world, except him, knew for certain that a bombing had indeed occurred. It is interesting to note, however, that his unfortunate remarks were made prior to the unexplained transformation of the facts into what later became the official story. Killoran would never again refer publicly to secondary or unexploded devices, nor would he again appear in his role as BATF spokesman during the bombing investigation. In spite of the testimony of numerous witnesses and reports from personnel in the sea, national news representatives would for months to come continue to say, the suspicious devices turned out not to be bombs. This statement, and all others like it, were bold-faced lies. No one in the mainstream press with the possibility of public exposure and the power to inform was asking any questions about these obvious contradictions. For reasons unknown, all immediately adopted the revised version of the event in whatever twisted configuration it had at the time, and have continued to do so through the story's many subsequent alterations. But the fact remains that television viewers heard the screams warning everyone to run from the scene. We heard the voices crying, A bomb! Another bomb! We saw the press scrambling to safety. We saw medical personnel grasping the walking wounded under the arms and dragging them away from the area. We listened to the reports from eyewitnesses who saw the secondary devices. Something was definitely going on, and everyone who saw the bomb squad truck arriving at the scene and later observed the bomb squad removing devices from the building had no doubt that something had been discovered. Nurse volunteer Tony Garrett spoke about the discovery of the secondary explosive devices. There was a period when we were bringing the bodies to the playground, and that's when we were told that we needed to evacuate the building because they had found another bomb. There were at least four other people who told me that there was a bomb inside the building, and they were all part of the rescue effort. Two of them actually saw the removal of the bombs when the bomb squad came down to the mirror building and described to me a timing device on one of the bombs. It had been set to go off ten minutes after the earlier explosions. We assumed that the mechanism of the bomb with the timer malfunctioned because of the first blast, so that's why the second bomb did not explode. For what seemed like the longest hour in human history, we all waited in uncertainty, weeping for the victims and praying for the injured and the rescuers while the bomb squad brought its equipment and personnel into the area to defuse and remove the secondary explosive devices. the victims. Ladies and gentlemen, don't forget to stay tuned later this evening to the Worldwide Freedom Radio Network for the Jackie Petrou program beginning at 6 Pacific, 7 Mountain, 8 Central, and 9 Eastern, immediately followed by Michael Cottingham with Quest for Health. Or I should say Quest for Health. A little Freudian slip there. You see, this is probably the most difficult material to read and maintain an emotional composure that I have ever read in my life. 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