HUSTLER Classic October 1978
The killers of John F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. wear well-cut suits and have impeccable manners. They assume many names. They have lived for centuries, appearing through the ages in different uniforms—one year that of the Inquisition, one year the Gestapo, one year the CIA. If you could see under their three-piece suits and behind their bland faces, this is what their souls would look like. Theirs is not the kind of Wanted photo you can hang in the Post Office. Yet it is a portrait of an assassin. Once he was a man; now power has made him grotesque. He says he loves freedom, but instead he enslaves it, he says he loves justice, but instead he attacks it. And she will never smile on him. So he must destroy her.