“Since it is virtually certain that these craft do not originate in any country on earth, considerable speculation has centered around what their point of origin might be and how they get here. Mars was and remains a possibility, although some scientists, most notably Dr. Menzel, consider it more likely that we are dealing with beings from another solar system entirely. Numerous examples of what appear to be a form of writing were found in the wreckage. Efforts to decipher these have remained largely unsuccessful.”—Eisenhower Briefing Document,
November 18, 1952 It’s a controversy that refuses to go away. Now 60 years later, the mystery of Roswell continues to intrigue and fascinate and to provoke strong reactions, perhaps even more so lately than in the beginning. As with the Kennedy assassination and the Energizer bunny, the Roswell dispute just “keeps going and going and going.” Mark Larsen, communications category manager for Energizer, says, “The Bunny has become the ultimate symbol of longevity, perseverance and determination.” But we would say that Roswell now trumps The Bunny. It wins hands-down in longevity, and dogged determination and perseverance is abundant on both sides of the debate. Just when it seems that public interest has waned and the incident has been relegated to the obituaries, something comes along to jolt it right back to the front page.
First, there was the Showtime movie “Roswell” starring Martin Sheen. Then there was New Mexico Congressman Steven Schiff’s investigation and the outrage and renewed suspicion it provoked when it was found that the Air Force had destroyed all the relevant documents. Then came the blockbuster—the book The Day After Roswell by Colonel Philip Corso. In 1995, there was the television documentary “The Roswell Incident.” And keeping it in the news were the several clumsy efforts by the Air Force to explain it away, starting with the famous Mogul balloon gambit, and culminating in the notorious “crash-dummy” proposition, which, in terms of sheer absurdity, has now surpassed “swamp gas” and “planet Venus” as explanations of UFO phenomena. One new theory, however, may even top those. In the new book Body Snatchers in the Desert: The Horrible Truth at the Heart of the Roswell Story, by British UFO writer, Nick Redfern, we are seriously expected to entertain the possibility that the bodies found at the crash site were not dummies at all, but were “deformed, handicapped, disfigured, and diseased” Japanese POWs, still in U.S. custody despite Japan’s official surrender two years earlier, who were being used in experiments in high altitude survivability by the Air Force, thus supposedly explaining their oriental features and diminutive size. And so, the Roswell bunny continues to bang his drum.
The stakes in this confrontation are very high. If it can be categorically proven that the Roswell crash did happen, then a cascading series of remarkable possibilities will become certainties. First it will mean that there is intelligent life on other planets with technology greater than ours. This has tremendous ramifications in terms of society, technology, weaponry, religion, economics et al. Then, the 60-year cover-up suggests the existence of a shadow government that continues in power from administration to administration. Otherwise, how could the ongoing fraud be perpetrated so expertly? This, in turn, means that our democracy is an illusion, and that we really live in some sort of oligarchy. Then, it means that we have most certainly gained extraordinary knowledge about our place in the universe that has not been shared with the public and that could possibly revolutionize our life here on earth. Very possibly this knowledge could solve all our energy problems. And very possibly we now have the ability to travel to other star systems ourselves, which opens up vast vistas for the human race. These are all colossal developments, and they all hinge on the reality of Roswell. To prove Roswell is to open Pandora’s Box and the Stargate to our future at one and the same time.
The dramatic events of those first ten days of July, 1947 in that tiny, remote military town in the high plains of central New Mexico remained cloaked in impenetrable secrecy for more than thirty years! But interest had been slowly and unobtrusively building among UFO groups during that period. This activity culminated in 1978 with a historic two-hour presentation by researcher Len Stringfield at a monthly MUFON meeting in Dayton, Ohio in which he revealed the details of several crash retrievals throughout the Southwest, and presented strong evidence that all the wreckage and several dead alien bodies had ended up at Wright-Patterson Air Base right there in Dayton. Stringfield spoke of retrievals in Mexico, California, Nevada, Arizona, and Montana, and gave prominent mention to one particular crash near Corona, New Mexico in July of 1947. His book Situation Red: The UFO Siege, published in 1978, filled in many of the sketchy details. Stringfield’s work drew the interest of researchers William Moore and Charles Berlitz, and in the summer of 1980 they unleashed the first book on the subject, The Roswell Incident, which has now become a classic. Veteran ufologist Stanton Friedman was a key researcher on that project, although he did not get authorship credit. After 10 more years of research, he went on to write his own book about Roswell with Don Berliner, titled Crash at Corona (Marlowe & Company, 1992), and ultimately has emerged as the pre-eminent authority on the subject. Since 1980, the drumbeat has picked up as dozens of other books have been written about Roswell, and the town itself has become a UFO mecca and world famous. But final proof of the crash has remained elusive as the government has continued to keep a tight lid on any information that could help researchers bolster their case, and has, apparently, deliberately led them down blind alleys with planted disinformation. But now, a just-released new book offers serious new evidence for ET involvement in the Roswell event.
The book, Roswell: It Really Happened, contains previously unpublished details of the intelligence career of Major Marcel, as well as the autobiography of his son Jesse Jr. Included is Marcel Sr.’s account of the events of that day from the perspective of the base security officer. The most newsworthy part of book is the remarkable result of a recent scholarly study commissioned by Marcel jr. of the curious alien markings on some of the debris carefully preserved over the years by his father. Though the ‘glyphs’ have become public knowledge, this is the first time that Marcel Jr., himself, has taken on the challenge of interpreting them to the public.
We spoke with him about the events of that momentous summer.
“It Was Not a Weather Balloon”
From the outset, it was clear to all the investigators that Marcel was the central figure in the case. In fact, it was Marcel’s involvement and testimony that first attracted Friedman, convinced him that the crash really did take place, and drew him into the investigation. As an Army Air Force intelligence officer with a distinguished war record, Marcel’s credibility was unchallenged. The 509th Bomb Group at Roswell was a top-secret facility and everyone there had a high-level security clearance. As the base intelligence officer, Marcel was especially security conscious. Just prior to the Roswell assignment in 1946, Marcel was in charge of security for “Operations Crossroads,” the ultra-secret Nevada nuclear test program, for which he was awarded a commendation. The top brass knew they had no reason to be worried about such a loyal and dedicated officer, especially since they promoted him to Lt. Colonel immediately after Roswell, and spirited him away to a top Cold War job. Whether or not this was calculated to insure his cooperation can only be a subject of speculation. So it is not surprising that Marcel remained silent about Roswell for thirty-two years. On the contrary, what was surprising was the fact that he agreed to the Friedman interview at all in 1979. Maybe it was because so much time had elapsed that he felt he could now speak freely. But more likely, good soldier that he was, Marcel nevertheless came to realize that his first obligation was to humanity. This was clearly the case, as you will see, he may have already planted the seeds of revelation.
It was Marcel who had received the phone call from Chaves County Sheriff George Wilcox about the debris found on the sheep ranch of Mac Brazel that Sunday morning, July 6, 1947. And it was Marcel and counter-intelligence officer Sheridan Cavitt who had driven out to the Brazel ranch and collected two carloads of the strange debris that stretched out over 3/4 of a mile. Of that discovery, Marcel said, “It was amazing to see the vast amount of area it covered… It’s something that must have exploded above ground, traveling perhaps at a high rate of speed…It was quite obvious to me…that it was not a weather balloon, nor was it an airplane or a missile… It was something I had never seen before, and I was pretty familiar with all air activities.”
The material collected by Marcel and Cavitt was definitely not of this world. Marcel, “This particular piece of metal was…about two feet long, and perhaps a foot wide. See, that stuff weighs nothing, it’s so thin, it isn’t any thicker than the tinfoil in a pack of cigarettes. So I tried to bend the stuff (but) it wouldn’t bend. We even tried making a dent in it with a sixteen-pound sledge hammer. And there was still no dent in it. And, as of now, I still don’t know what it was.” But strangest of all were the fragments he described as “like parchment.” And among these parchment-like pieces were small I-beams inscribed with strange characters that appeared to have been painted on in a purple-violet color. Marcel says that they were “symbols that we had to call them hieroglyphics because I could not interpret them, they could not be read, they were just symbols, something that meant something and they were not all the same.” These fragments couldn’t be broken or burned. There was other tinfoil-like metal that always returned to a smooth state after being crumpled. The two men loaded up a Jeep Carry-All, and Marcel instructed Cavitt to drive that first load back to the base. He then went back out into the field and loaded up his 1942 Buick with more fragments. Even then he says, “we picked up only a very small portion of the material that was there.”
That night Marcel returned home late and woke his wife and son to show them what he had found. He spread the fragments out on the kitchen floor, and they all marveled at this strange stuff from space. Jesse Marcel Jr. was only 11 at the time, but he evidently appreciated the import of what he was seeing—and he never forgot that night. The next day, July 8, Marcel brought the debris back to the base, and was immediately ordered by base commander Col. William Blanchard to put it all on a B-29 and fly along with it to Wright-Patterson Air Base in Ohio, with a stop at the 8th Air Force Headquarters in Ft. Worth, Texas. And that same morning, Blanchard ordered base public information officer Lt. Walter Haut to issue a press release stating that the Air Force had recovered the wreckage of a “flying saucer.” Haut released the report to Roswell radio station KGFL, and they, in turn, sent it to the United Press via Western Union and so the story broke in the evening papers in the Midwest and the West. And that’s when the cold, clammy hand of official suppression descended on Roswell. In Ft. Worth, Major Marcel was instructed by 8th Air Force commanding general Roger Ramey to pose with him for photos showing that the wreckage was from a weather balloon, and then was told to go home and forget the whole thing. A couple of days later, Army reconnaissance planes, reportedly, discovered the crashed disc itself, and four alien bodies, a few miles from the debris field.
Jesse Marcel died in 1986. His son went on to become a physician and a flight surgeon. At the age of 42 in 1978 Jesse jr. joined the National Guard and was trained as a helicopter pilot and became certified as a crash investigator. In March of 1991, Marcel signed an affidavit (Roswell in Perspective, Karl Pflock, 1994) in which he described the material his father had brought home that night in 1947. About the I-beam, he said, “On the inner surface…there appeared to be a type of writing. The writing was a purple-violet hue and had an embossed appearance. The figures were composed of curved, geometric shapes. It had no resemblance to Russian, Japanese or any other foreign language. It resembled hieroglyphics but had no animal-like characters.” In that affidavit, Marcel says that his father was certain the material was not from a weather balloon, and “may have mentioned the words ‘flying saucer.’ ” In that document also, he drew a picture of the I-Beam about 18″ in length and showing the characters as best as he could remember them, and in a postscript mentions that he showed the drawing to his mother, and that she concurred with his description. While it is a rough drawing, each unique character is carefully delineated. It is a testament to the depth with which the entire event had been seared into his memory that the 55-year-old Marcel could recall such details so vividly; nevertheless his integrity and credibility as a witness has been clearly confirmed by a long and successful professional career. FBI forensic hypnosis has also backed him up and a new study of his drawings provides even further corroboration.
In his forthcoming book, Marcel explains that his father did more than simply gawk at the fragments arrayed on his kitchen floor that night; he discussed them with his son. As a seasoned intelligence officer Marcel, we can be confident, understood the implication of the artifacts. Later when Jesse, Jr. would make his drawings of the glyphs, his father’s comments would come back to him. During a lifetime of military service Marcel has had little to say publicly about the glyphs, but now, almost sixty years later, retired and outside the reach of military obligation, he has decided to make his case directly to the public. And now, finally, as Marcel explained to us, the mysterious I-Beam characters have been scientifically analyzed and explained.
As reported in the book, a year-long study by University of California at Berkeley professor Roger Weir, commissioned by Marcel, was concluded in 2005. Weir, a language expert, closely examined the glyphs and concluded that their construction was consistent with an essentially technical purpose of some kind and that they could NOT have been concocted by an amateur. Weir discerns features similar to magnetic fields and speculates that they may have been related to the navigational guidance system in some way. An analogy might be the type of electro-magnetic fields used on earth to guide aircraft to a safe landing. According to Weir, the complexity and volume of information contained in the glyphs rules out counterfeiting and strongly supports their authenticity.
Could Dr. Marcel’s book be the final word on Roswell? Probably not, but the fact that the glyphs now appear very likely to be of extraterrestrial origin certainly could lead to some very disturbing conclusions. It remains to be seen if the powers that be can construct a satisfactory counter argument. It may have taken sixty years, but Major Jesse Marcel, thanks to the diligence and independence of his son, seems to have reached out from the grave and circumvented the official suppression machine, of which he had intimate knowledge. Maybe Major Marcel will rest a little easier now.
Once again, it seems that, for the benefit of humanity, destiny has put the right person in the right place at the right time.