By Jim Linderman
Gee. It’s too bad there wasn’t so much press attention fifty years ago when it mattered. You know, back when we were buying the story that “a nightclub owner overcome by grief wanted to save Jackie from having to attend the trial shot the lone gunman in the Dallas police department” we could have used a little of this press interest, eh? We could have used a few reporters with balls. But J. Edgar Hoover had files on the reporters… and their editors and the owners too. Let’s just go with the official version.
It is time to roll out the theories and cantaloupe heads again. Close Dealey Plaza for the simulation while each network erects construction cranes, one for the anchor and one for a marksman to replicate that which cannot be replicated, but we’ll say he did anyway.
What the press ghouls fail to point out is that once that closeted bulldog J. Edgar passed away and they dared, the House of Representatives was brave enough to reveal and REPORT there was likely a conspiracy, but you won’t see that in any of the flood of crud coming for fiftieth anniversary. Anything published will again be “attention-seeking loner” and “disgruntled” and “curtain rods carried into the building after being retrieved from Mrs. Paine’s boarding house.”
How dumb were we? Plenty. So dumb that when Carlos Marcello, Mob boss of New Orleans ADMITTED HAVING KENNEDY KILLED to a paid informant, no one reported it. The Warren commission interviewed twenty of Marcello’s employees, but his name doesn’t appear in the report. (One of those employees was Ruby.) When Johnny Rosseli, Marcello’s contact with the CIA in plots to have Castro killed was found floating in an oil drum a week before his appearance at the House investigation no one reported it either. Well… they did, but they forgot the banner headlines. The story ran next to an ad for your local shoe store. Fifty years ago every single little downtown had a shoe store!
One journalist cashing in on the event has just released a book saying the assassination “could have been prevented” if we had MORE surveillance then… is he kidding? MORE? There were 24 volumes of documents released in 1964, and even that omitted so much they are still letting it dribble out. So much that researchers literally can not afford the duplicating cost, and STILL thousands of pages are classified. MORE surveillance? Shame on him. And shame on our remaining four media companies for giving him an outlet to shill it.
I give up. My own conclusion is that Oswald was infiltrating the assassination team for the feds, a theory which actually holds much more water than a Texas ten gallon hat, especially considering he was working for them when he learned to speak Russian while in the army, he was working for them when he was based in Japan, he was working for them when he defected to Russia, he was working for them when he passed out “Fair Play for Cuba” pamphlets on the street in New Orleans hoping to create a row, he was working for them when he did a 45 minute radio interview a year before moving to Dallas and he was working for them, whether he knew it or not, when he went to work that day in Dallas. He was working for them while waiting for his handler in a motion picture theater when he was arrested. He was working for them when the only words which remain from his questioning in Dallas after the shooting were “I was a patsy” and “I didn’t shoot nobody, no sir” and “I am seeking representation” as he expected to live long enough to tell his story with the help of a lawyer. That’s about all that exists from the time he spent in Jail. Dallas claims they didn’t have a pencil to write down what they asked him or what he said while waiting for his execution. All these things happened, and all before he was 24 years old. So even if my conclusion is wrong, there is enough to convince anyone breathing that something was up.
One reason the rumors and myths persist, despite our government sanctioned 50 year cover-up (Mostly to prevent us from learning we were trying to kill Castro and using the mob to do it) is that the characters involved, or not, are so damn interesting. And since I give up, this post is about a minor character with a bouffant. Her story, while conveniently omitted by the Warren Commission, serves to illustrate just one bit player in the stinking mob-infested world Jack Ruby lived in… and if you want to consider this story part of a conspiracy, be prepared to be ignored.
LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, MEET JADA!
Jada was an animal before the camera. Jada drove a Cadillac convertible around Dallas while not dancing in Jack Ruby’s club.
According to the Miami News in 1957, Jada was “titiantressed striptease,” whatever the hell that is. I hate the press. Her best feature was her red lipstick mouth, her second best feature was her ass. Jack fell in love with her, as much as he could that is, as Jack liked the boys. Another thing they forgot to tell you in the Warren Report, but they did bury it way back in volume 26 of the documents. He would have called her a hot piece of ass anyway, and for a while she was his meal ticket. Jack fought with her like a lover, and the fights went to the union too. American Guild of Variety Artists. Jada was a legit stripper and paid her dues, and whenever Jack had trouble with the unions he called his friends.
Questioned two days after the assassination, a reporter encourages Jada to say on camera that Jack Ruby loved Jack Kennedy so much, he would be capable of avenging his death by shooting Oswald. She pauses and replays some dark nights in the seedy club. Nope… the best Jada can come up with is that Jack didn’t like Bobby Kennedy.
No one connected liked Bobby. Bobby was trying to put the outfit out of business, and Jack knew plenty of men in the outfit. Jack’s gay ass swam with big fish in mob waters, and all the way to Cuba a few times. Once to chat with his buddy Marcello, another time, apparently, while running guns.
Jada was a stage name of course. Jada was Janet Mole, not nearly as sexy as Jada. Over the years Janet Mole acquired more names than Northern native peoples have for snow, so let me help the intentionally inept investigators and provide her real name. Janet Mole Adams Bonney Cuffari Smallwood Conforto Washington. All Jada. She is shown here (It is claimed) on Ruby’s stage in the Carousel club, but I think it comes from a performance at his competitor’s club down the street. Still, a remarkable piece of film.
Jada was well-known in the strip club world of New Orleans (Marcello’s town, remember) but Jack wanted her talents on display in Dallas. He went to the Big Easy, brought her in and they signed a contract.
Jada worked at Jack’s club for three months in 1963, quitting over a dispute with the owner three weeks before Kennedy visited Dallas. Jada was known to “go a little too far” on stage and Jack had to kill the lights a few times during her act. She left, and it certainly saved her life.
Jada appears in the Warren Commission Report, but only by her stage name, and later they “couldn’t find her” for questioning. Um hum. Funny that less than two months after the assassination, Jada was a quarter page article with photo in the Pittsburgh Press, but they couldn’t find her. The commission gave short shrift to a whole lot of folks connected to Ruby who might have things to say other than that the club owner had no friends. Jada knew Ruby, knew the club, knew the hangers on, but all we got from the Commission is below.
Unlike many in the Dallas vicinity within reach of Jack Ruby’s fat trigger fingers, Jada was smart enough to get out and live a relatively long life. That is if you consider 44 years a long life. A motorcycle accident killed her 17 years after Ruby killed Oswald.
The yellow digest below was published by Leonard Burtman under his “Phoebe” imprint, but it was a Burmel book. It came out shortly after, or immediately before the assassination. Two months after Kennedy was shot, Jada was interviewed by Frank Christopher, who reported she was at Parkland Hospital at the very moment Kennedy’s body arrived. Yep. At the Hospital. I wonder if “why” is pertinent to the crime. Well. We’ll never know. Jada volunteered it to a reporter, but they couldn’t find her.
Watch Jada here fifty years ago share what became the commonly understood relationship between JFK and the mob. Ruby, the mobs’ man in Dallas, had nothing to say about Jack, but like all guys in “the family” he HATED young Bobby, the Attorney General. Bobby was hurting business far more than Jack. And therein lies a story far more interesting than Jada… but I give up.
NOTES: The real story of Jack Ruby is told in the chronology HERE, which has more connections to the mob than John Gotti. The Carlos Marcello confession, given to a paid informer, is HERE. The best photographs of Jada were taken in Irving Klaw’s dump on 14th Street in Manhattan, and like all of his models (including Bettie Page) she looks better in black and white sprawled on a dirty couch than she did dancing. Jada was not a great dancer, she was a stripper. WATCH Jada dance on stage HERE. FIlm maker Larry Buchanan shot her act for his film Naughty Dallas, but he had to promise to put Jack in the flick too. See Jada smile in Pittsburgh two months after the murders HERE. She doesn’t look so hard to find. What Ruby told Chief Justice Earl Warren is HERE. The latest “Oswald did it” piece of crap is HERE by Philip Shenon. Shenon worked for “The Paper of Record.” The International Center of Photography is running a magnificent exhibition titled “JFK November 22, 1963: A Bystander’s View of History HERE. Carlos Marcello is HERE and his murdered friend Johnny is HERE.
Jim Linderman is a Grammy-nominated collector, popular culture historian and author. His network of blogs is approaching 4 million page views, and his VINTAGE SLEAZE BLOG which tells a true story from the golden age of smut every day has over 300,000 Facebook followers. For several years he has been working on TIMES SQUARE SMUT which will tell the story of several long forgotten writers, illustrators and mob-connected publishers from the 1950s who ultimately influenced contemporary culture.