On March 1, 1967, the New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison arrested a local civic leader named Clay Shaw, and charged him with having conspired to murder President John F. Kennedy. To Garrison, it didn’t matter that there was no serious evidence to support that extremely serious charge. He set about simply manufacturing a case out of thin air, using a series of increasingly desperate measures, including coercion of witnesses, bribery, extortion, forgery, and threats of physical violence. When Garrison arrested Clay Shaw, he crossed the Rubicon. There was no turning back. He had nowhere to go except deeper and deeper into the almost incredible clusterf**k that he had set in motion. And unfortunately, the man who was going to pay for Garrison’s act of madness wasn’t Garrison himself. It was Clay Shaw, the man who suddenly found himself starring in a Kafka novel, accused of committing a crime that he’d had absolutely nothing to do with … Show notes: www.ghostsofdallas.net