The Truth About the Biggest Act of Domestic Terrorism in American History

**Tucker Carlson** (0:04)
Ever notice whenever there's a history-changing act of violence? It was a lone wolf? It was a lone wolf, it was a random crazy guy. We have no idea why he did it. That would be the guy who killed JFK and RFK and MLK and the Butler shooting. I mean, it just goes on and on and on. Almost all shootings in real life are between people who know each other, or trying to steal something from one another. But all the political killings are just some random crazy person. It's weird, isn't it? What are the chances?
But when you question the official story, the people in charge don't even respond. They react like people have got something to hide. They just attack you. That's what liars do. Journalists doing their job, which is seeking real answers, are a massive threat to their power. So noticing is the crime. And that's certainly the case with the subject of our new series, The OKCBOMB Files. This is the story of what actually happened, to the extent we know, at the 1995 bombing in Oklahoma City that killed 168 people. Now you'll recall that the feds told us the bomber was a guy called Tim McVeigh, and he was a veteran white supremacist lone wolf.
But over the past 31 years, a lot of evidence has accumulated to suggest, well, really to show, that's a full-blown lie. There were many more people involved in that crime.
We're talking to a person today who lost her two young grandsons in that bombing, and she has spent the last 30 years investigating the attack herself. She's smart, she's methodical, she's not crazy, and she has a lot to say. She's here today to tell us why she believes that the FBI story about Tim McVeigh acting alone is a lie, and who else may have been involved, and how the government knows more than it has admitted. Here's Kathy Sanders.
Kathy, thank you so much for doing this.

**Kathy Sanders** (1:59)
Well, it's my pleasure. Thank you.

**Tucker Carlson** (2:01)
I think most Americans under, let's say, 40, have only a dim understanding, if any knowledge at all, about what happened in Oklahoma City. Can you tell the outline of the story for us?

**Kathy Sanders** (2:18)
I'll be happy to.
People don't know about Oklahoma City because it's not even in the history books, not even in Oklahoma. What happened to me was, on April 19th, 1995, I woke up one morning and I went to the bedroom next to mine, because my grandchildren lived in my home. My daughter was a young divorced mother and Chase and Colton lived in our home, everything in our life evolved around these little boys. I went in to wake them up and they weren't in there. I thought, how strange. I walked down the hall to the end of the hallway, and sometime during the night, Tucker, those two little boys, two and three years old, had toddled down the hall and gotten in bed with their mother, where they spent the last night of their lives. I turned on the light in the bedroom, like I did every morning at our house. We always started with the song. It's like, good morning to you, good morning to you. We're all in our places with sunshiny faces. What a nice way to start a new Wednesday, and the little boys begin to giggle, and we get them ready for school, for daycare. In our home, it was a group effort. 80s working on the boys, I'm working on the boys, brushing their teeth, and we get them all dressed and take them into the kitchen, where we feed them breakfast. And, Edie and I load them in the car, because she and I not only live together, we work together downtown, and we took the boys and dropped them off at the daycare. I remember the little crumbs on Colton's face when we left him. We went on to our office to go to work. Edie had been sick on Monday and Tuesday before the bombing on Wednesday, and she had kept the boys at home with her. She was going to stay home on Wednesday as well. But on Tuesday night, she got a call from a co-worker who said, Edie, you've got to come to work tomorrow because we're having the office birthday parties for the people whose birthdays were in April, and it was Edie and another girls. And so Edie agreed she would come in, but she might go home afterwards if she still felt bad. So she went into the office, on two floors above her, and she's walking across the floor to blow out the candles on her birthday cake when the bomb goes off. It's this huge explosion, unlike anything I'd ever heard before. I knew something had happened and it was bad. So she and I, I ran the two floors down to her office, and I opened the door and everybody's looking out the windows. They're trying to figure out what happened. Someone is on the phone and they hang up the phone and they said, they just blew up the bank. And I said, Edie, let's go see. So we run down three flights of stairs and out the front door of our office, which was three blocks from the Murrah.