The Elvis Impersonator, the Karate Instructor, a Fridge Full of Severed Heads, and the Plot 2 Kill the President
The strange story behind the Mississippi man who sent ricin laced letters to a local judge, a senator, and President Obama:
“After a long and pointless back-and-forth, they put their cards on the table. A Homeland Security agent asks Curtis point-blank, ‘”Are you familiar with ricin?”
“‘And I say, “I don’t like rice. I don’t really eat rice. If y’all look in my house, you won’t find any rice.”
“‘He’s like, “Ricin, Mr. Curtis, ricin. Like anthrax.”
“‘I say, “I’ve never heard of that in my life, sir.”
“‘He says, “You’re a liar.”‘
“At the end of a seven-hour grilling, the agents are beginning to suspect that they’ve picked up the wrong man. ‘Finally, they know they aren’t getting anywhere, and they ask me, “Do you have any enemies? Do you know of anyone who wants to harm you?” I say, “Yeah, Everett Dutschke.”‘”