I read all the conspiracy books, examined every angle. And in the end, ironically, that’s what caught him: A tiny identifying laundry tag stamped into the inseam of a pair of undershorts found near the scene of the King assassination.Ī: At the outset of my research, I took very seriously the idea that there might have been a conspiracy. He lived in absolute filth and squalor, but kept his clothes fastidiously laundered. Some claimed he wasn’t a racist, yet he worked for the Wallace Campaign, called King "Martin Lucifer Coon," tried to emigrate to Rhodesia to become a mercenary soldier, and eventually hired a Nazi lawyer to defend him. He was supposedly stupid, but he somehow managed to escape from two maximum security prisons. His personality had all these quirks and contradictions. He got a nose job, took dancing lessons, graduated from bar-tending school, got into hypnosis and weird self-help books, enrolled in a locksmithing course, even aspired to be a porn director. He was drawn to so many fads and pop-trends of the late nineteen-sixties. He was a kind of empty vessel of the culture. Who was this guy? What were his habits, his movements, his motives? I found him to be profoundly screwed up, but screwed up in an absolutely fascinating way. A: So many books have concentrated on either advancing or debunking conspiracy theories about the King assassination, but few have looked hard at James Earl Ray himself.
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