policeman on the highway below. we heard a gunshot like boom, boom, boom, boom, more like four or five gunshots, yes, and then we heard a car took off from that area. trouble has been a fellow traveler for many through the years since jonestown. mike prokes, the pr man who helped walk away with the suitcases of cash, called a news conference early in 1979. i refused to let my brothers and sisters and the others in jonestown die in vain. he got up, walked into the bathroom and shot himself to death. these two former church members outspoken critics of jones were shot to death in their home a year later in what police think was a family dispute. in 1984, in los angeles, one child was killed and 11 others wounded when a sniper, a young man whose parents died at jonestown, sprayed this schoolyard with gunfire. when police closed in, he shot himself to death.
i love you so much. i held gloria until she died. the vat, the vat. where is the vat with the green bring it here so the adults can begin. jones last self-serving words as the tape ends. we didn t commit suicide. we committed an act of revolutionary suicide protesting the conditions of an inhumane world. jim jones did not drink the cyanide. when almost everyone else was dead, jones was shot in the head. probably by a trusted aide. before the end came, these three men tim carter on the left, his brother on the right, pr man mike prokes in the middle, were allowed to walk away from jonestown with the suitcases holding $500,000 in cash. we dumped the first suitcase in the fields next to the pavilion. they abandoned all three suitcases in the jungle. authorities later recovered them. when the men paused to rest, carter said, he put a gun to his head. i knew that i would never get the sounds and the smells and the sights of jonestown out of my mind ever again. the three m
were taken into custody. a day or so later, carter and prokes were put into a helicopter and flown back to jonestown to identify bodies. 909 people lay dead. many face down. often the children lying hidden beneath them. as i walked through the pavilion, i identified what bodies i could. i saw injection marks in people s arms. i saw one in the back of somebody s head. i saw them on somebody s neck. it was really evident to people that people had been just flat out murdered. held down and injected the ones that didn t want to drink the poison. several bottles of cyanide still sat on a table in the sunlight. this vat with the deadly kool-aid-type punch rested on a walkway. a parrot stood watch over the dead. in the suicide hall, this sign those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it hung above the body of jim jones. i did notice jones body on the stage with the bullet hole in the side of his head, and i remember thinking, the son of a bitch didn t even die the wa
we heard a gunshot like boom, boom, boom, boom, more like four or five gunshots, yes, and then we heard a car took off from that area. trouble has been a fellow traveler for many through the years since jonestown. mike prokes, the pr man who helped walk away with the suitcases of cash, called a news conference early in 1979. i refused to let my brothers and sisters and the others in jonestown die in vain. he got up, walked into the bathroom and shot himself to death. these two former church members outspoken critics of jones were shot to death in their home a year later in what police think was a family dispute. in 1984, in los angeles, one child was killed and 11 others wounded when a sniper, a young man whose parents died at jonestown, sprayed this
were taken into custody. a day or so later, carter and prokes were put into a helicopter and flown back to jonestown to identify bodies. 909 people lay dead. many face down. often the children lying hidden beneath them. as i walked through the pavilion, i identified what bodies i could. i saw injection marks in people s arms. i saw one in the back of somebody s head. i saw them on somebody s neck. it was really evident to me that people had been just flat out murdered. held down and injected the ones that didn t want to drink the poison. several bottles of cyanide still sat on a table in the sunlight. this vat with the deadly kool-aid-type punch rested on a