CIA Mind Control, Pedophilia and Heroin — The DeCamp Update

Although psychiatrists had told him that Paul Bonacci had multiple personality disorder, John DeCamp would have very little trouble believing the client whom he would help win $1 million in 1999 in damages for all of the sexual exploitation, violence and threats. The story was that Mr. Bonacci had been the unwitting product of a misapplied CIA mind control program called Project Monarch, which was supposed to help the agency utilize assassins without any liability. Paul Bonacci gave instructions to DeCamp to go find a set of hidden diaries, a set of documents that, through forensics, the attorney would later verify were in fact written over a steady period of about a dozen years. If Bonacci’s accusations had been pure fantasy, then they were machinations long in the making.

In Omaha, a group of wealthy financiers and their network of politician clientele gained so much access to the children of the Catholic orphanage Boys Town, Nebraska that they were able to traffick them all over the United States to their ring of freaks. According to the attorney for the victim/whistleblowers, John DeCamp, some of these children had, among many other ways, been injected with speedballs (a mixture of cocaine and heroin) and threatened with guns lest they not have sex with and, in one very bizarre instance, orally mutilate one another. Meanwhile, the fat cats were living dual lives, straight-laced in front of the sycophantic press, debaucharous behind the scenes.

Eventually, one Paul Bonacci, in his role as child sex slave and “bait” for new kidnapees, was given a select tour of the White House, this aspect of the story even pushing its way to the front page of the Washington Times. Mr. DeCamp, a friend of former CIA head Bill Colby (who he and others indicate was suicided), would slowly put together the pieces about the cruel dynamics that were going down in Omaha in the 1980s. “With respect to the drugs one thing I do know about the kids is they were used as drug couriers back in the day when kids could get through the airport faster than anybody else, you know?” he told me in our phone interview.

In the past twelve months, Mr. DeCamp would face a libel suit from the former police chief in Omaha, which the attorney would win just as he had helped Mr. Bonacci win a $1 million civil suit against Larry King. Among the many accusations against Chief Wadman, including abetting child rape, in Mr. DeCamp’s book, The Franklin Cover-Up, was an account of how the chief had fought tooth-and-nail against the utilization of an all-African-American task force to battle the narcotics trade in minority neighborhoods.

Although psychiatrists had told him that Paul Bonacci had multiple personality disorder, John DeCamp would have very little trouble believing the client whom he would help win $1 million in 1999 in damages for all of the sexual exploitation, violence and threats. The story was that Mr. Bonacci had been the unwitting product of a misapplied CIA mind control program called Project Monarch, which was supposed to help the agency utilize assassins without any liability. Paul Bonacci gave instructions to DeCamp to go find a set of hidden diaries, a set of documents that, through forensics, the attorney would later verify were in fact written over a steady period of about a dozen years. If Bonacci’s accusations had been pure fantasy, then they were machinations long in the making. Some of them are staggering, though, including a claim that a group of elite clients had picked up Hunter Thompson in Vegas and driven him out to a Bohemian Grove-esque resort to photograph them sodomizing young boys.

Mr. DeCamp is convinced that the Omaha paper was trashing his case. “They absolutely did, and they still are, and they’ll continue forever,” says Mr. DeCamp. “For example, I just finished two major trials in Utah . . . To my shock, dismay and disbelief, former Police Chief Bob Wadman, who I mentioned very prominently in the book, you know, he decided to sue me . . . And he of course sued me for slander and defamation and all those things. And I probably could have got them thrown out just on technicalities and statute of limitations and all those things. But I decided it was a good time to test and so went and had a trial and ended up winning it and then he tried again and then we won that.

“But it was interesting in the testimony and everything, he – the judge, at the end, the judge gave about a five-minute talk, and the first three or four minutes were offering sympathy to poor Mr. Wadman, but then concluding by saying, ‘I’m sorry, the senator from Nebraska has the law on his side, and he’s proven his case and blah blah blah.’” Over the past year, Chief Wadman’s own career failures led him to try to convince the court that he had not been nearly as close to Larry King as Mr. DeCamp had claimed.

Investigator Gary Caradori, who during his work would turn up dead in plane wreckage scattered over ¾ mile with his eight year-old son, was quoted in Mr. DeCamp’s book during an interview with Mr. Bonacci where he said that one of the victims, Mr. King and the police chief were at the same parties. In The Franklin Cover-Up, Mr. DeCamp references Chief Wadman as having helped shelter the powerful bankers and politicians who were giving kids speedballs, putting handguns to their heads and making them bite each other penis’s off and all this after luring them away from the giant Catholic orphanage Boys Town or from the neighborhoods of Omaha.

Mr. DeCamp had indeed discovered a nexus where the real deviants were protected by denial, entrenched power and the collective desire to imagine politicians as somehow better than the rest of us. The sketchy death of Mr. Caradori aside, Mr. DeCamp is haunted by what he sees as the loose ends in the case. He describes the death of one of his former chief witnesses to the exploitations in Nebraska, Troy Boner.

“He walked into – it’s been about two years ago now – he walked into a hospital down in New Mexico waving my book and said, ‘They’re after me! They’re after me because of this!’ And they sedated him and calmed him down and put him in a room. They came in, checked on him a couple of times. Next time they checked on him in the morning, he was sitting there dead.” He added, “Who, what, when, why, how has never come out. All attempts we made to gather any information, just totally stopped . . . Supposedly, he had had a bunch of material that he had just picked up. That’s why he had gone to Chicago or wherever it was.”