THE CLINTON BODY COUNT
Joseph Farah
WorldNetDaily
Congress may still be wondering whether
President Clinton should be impeached for his
sexual improprieties, but a growing number of
Internet denizens and talk-radio listeners are all
but convinced he's much worse than a lying
Gigolo.
In recent months, a list of more than 80 deaths
associated directly or indirectly with Clinton has
been the buzz of the new media. In the last week
alone, I estimate I have received two dozen
copies of some version of the document.
While such lists have been around for a long
time, the most amazing thing about them is not
only how fast they are growing -- which they are
-- but how incomplete every single one of them is.
For instance, not one version of the "body count"
lists that I have seen included the name of Eric L.
Henderson. Yet, everything about his remarkable
death cries out for examination.
On Feb. 25, 1997, he was shot to death while
riding his bicycle in Northeast Washington, D.C.
Because he didn't have identification on him, he
initially was listed as a John Doe. And because
the area where he died was known as an open
air drug market, those who lived near it assumed
that the victim was just another loser in a
random dope deal gone bad.
A few weeks later, a suspect in the shooting was
arrested. He was 15 years old, a chubby kid who
stood 5 feet 5 and weighed 200 pounds. Because
he was a juvenile, his trial, which ended in a
conviction, was a confidential matter.
Eric L. Henderson was 33 when he was killed.
He was a highly regarded lawyer and investment
banker, a graduate of Haverford College in
Pennsylvania and Columbia University School of
Law in New York.
His family had searched for three days before
finding his body at the D.C. morgue. Then,
officials say, they pleaded for privacy in the case.
Who was this guy? He was a young man of
extraordinary achievements, which included
serving as -- are you ready for this? -- a financial
adviser not only to the South African
government under Nelson Mandela but also to
the late Commerce Secretary Ron Brown.
Henderson's family members have been
extremely reticent to discuss his death. His closest
friends were mortified by the murder -- officially
dismissed as a nickel-and-dime street killing.
They remember him as a certified financial
genius. He'd helped put together the debt
restructuring plan that saved Parks Sausage, a
black-owned company in Baltimore. He had
distinguished himself as a financial adviser to the
United States Agency for International
Development and the notorious U.S. Commerce
Department. He also had worked as an
investment banking associate at Smith Barney
and PaineWebber. In 1995, he started the Onyx
Group, an investment banking firm in
Washington. He told friends that his goal in life
was to create employment opportunities for
struggling young black males.
"Eric was in a position to be the next Reginald
Lewis," the late black billionaire, said Larry
Parks, a graduate of Gonzaga High in
Washington and currently senior vice president
of the Federal Home Loan Bank in San Francisco.
"He was a visionary, on the vanguard of the next
phase of the civil rights movement, which is
wealth creation in the black community. The
thugs have no idea who they killed."
Maybe. Maybe not. Perhaps Henderson was
killed in a random drug deal on the seedy streets
of Washington. Perhaps he was leading a double
life, as police investigators suggest. Or maybe,
just maybe, he knew too much.
It should not go unnoticed that Henderson was a
financial adviser to Ron Brown, the Commerce
secretary who, until his still mysterious death in a
plane crash in Croatia, was under investigation
and about to be indicted for some of his financial
creativity. It's also worth noting that a close
confidante to Brown, Nolanda Hill, has reported
that Brown had confronted Clinton just before
his trip -- telling him, "I won't go down alone."
Well, he certainly did not go down alone. He
went down with a whole planeload of others,
including government officials and businessmen
involved in the trade mission. But did Brown
actually die in the plane crash? Military forensics
investigators discovered a perfectly cylindrical
hole, the size of a .45-caliber round, in the top of
his head. They could find no explanation for the
hole, yet his remains were never autopsied.
That little discovery should raise questions about
not only Brown's death, but those of others
around him -- most notably, I would think, his
young and gifted financial adviser, Eric L.
Henderson.
Is it time to add one more name to the growing
and staggering Clinton body count? I don't
know, but the fact that such questions are not
even raised in polite media company is not a
good sign in a supposedly free society.
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