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Declaration of Dolly Kyle Browning
by Dolly Kyle Browning
March 6, 1998
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DECLARATION OF DOLLY KYLE BROWNING
My name is Dolly Kyle Browning. I am over twenty-one years of age and I am fully competent to make this declaration.
1. I have known William Jefferson Clinton since I was eleven years old. I call him "Billy." We attended high school together. During the period from the mid-1970's until January 1992, we had a relationship that included sexual relations. The frequency of our contact with each other, and the frequency of our sexual encounters, varied over that time period, but we did have sexual relations many times during that time period.
2. Our relationship ended abruptly in January of 1992 when Billy would not return my telephone call. I told his secretary, Linda, that a tabloid had the story about me and Billy. I asked her to have him call me and he refused. Instead he had my brother, who was, at that time, working in the 1992 Clinton presidential campaign, call me from Billy's New Hampshire apartment or office. My brother said that Billy was afraid to talk to me because everyone thought that I might record the conversation as Gennifer Flowers had done. He said "we" think you should deny the story. He finally said: "if you cooperate with the media we will destroy you."
3. The next time I spoke with Billy was at our high school reunion in 1994. At that reunion he and I had a conversation that lasted approximately 45 minutes. At the reunion, but prior to our conversation, I had avoided contact with Billy. He approached me sometime around midnight. He greeted me, saying "how are you?" I responded: "You are such an ass-hole, I can't believe you'd even bother to ask!" When I said "ass-hole" a Secret Service Agent reached to grab me. Billy physically blocked the agent's arm and said "it's alright" or words to that effect. He said "we have to talk." During this conversation, we sat in two chairs in front of a large column in the ballroom where our reunion dance was being held. There were several hundred other people in the ballroom. Dance music was playing almost continuously during our conversation. During our conversation our faces were close together. We were speaking in a volume that was only just loud enough to hear each other over the background noise. The only people within at least six feet of us during our conversation were two male Secret Service agents. At one point a Caucasian woman whom I do not know interrupted us and told Billy that the party was over, they were closing the part and that he needed to say good bye to some people. Billy said to tell them to keep the bar open. She asked: "who is going to pay for that?" He replied: "we will." The entire exchange with this unknown woman lasted less than one minute. She then left our presence. The Secret Service agents were standing one on each side of us so that we, Billy, the agents and I, were effectively in a row with an agent at either end. There was one agent approximately one foot from me and a second agent approximately one foot from Billy.
4. Our conversation began with my confronting him for not returning my call in early 1992. This lead to a discussion of many things, including his affair with Gennifer Flowers. I reminded him that he had threatened to destroy me and he said he was sorry. We discussed many other things. At the end of the conversation he asked me to come to Washington. He said "You can live on the hill. I can help you find a job."
5. I have reviewed the notes attached to this declaration as Exhibit A. I can state unequivocally that those notes are not an accurate account of the conversation or of the entire evening. The notes attributed to Marsha Scott are false. She did not stand by Billy Clinton during my conversation with him. Neither she nor anyone other than possibly the two male Secret Service Agents were in a position to hear our conversation. At no time during the conversation did I say that any statement I had made to him or about our relationship was false.
6. The letters attached hereto and labeled as my deposition Exhibits 2-12 are true copies of some of the letters I received from Billy over the years.
7. My sister, Dorcy Kyle Corbin, is an attorney in North Little Rock, Arkansas. After I was subpoenaed in the Paula Jones v. William Jefferson Clinton case, I called Dorcy. She immediately called Bruce Lindsey. He returned her call to an air pager from South America, where he was at the time. Shortly thereafter, she received and forwarded to me the items attached hereto as Exhibit B.
8. In the fall of 1994, through the intermediaries of Dorcy Kyle Corbin and Bruce Lindsey, Billy and I reached a "deal." The "deal" was that I agreed not to tell the true story about our relationship if he would not tell any lies about me. I agreed not to use, in public, the "A words" which were defined as "adultery" and "affair." I was allowed to say that we had a thirty-three year relationship that, from time to time, included sex. If I needed to contact Billy, I would call Dorcy and she would call Bruce Lindsey. I used this method of communication several times over the years.
I declare under penalty of perjury that the foregoing is true and correct.
Executed on March 6, 1998
Dolly Kyle Browning
At my reunion I saw Dolly Kyle for the first time in a long time. She was obviously angry and sulking. After about three hours I was close enough to say hello to her so I did. She said something hateful back and I asked her what was bothering her. She began ranting about how I hadn't called her back during the '92 campaign when she called L. Dixon and left word for me. I suggested we move over to the side of the room and motioned Marsha Scott to stand behind us so she could hear the entire conversation.
I explained to Dolly that I hadn't called her back because I knew her husband was trying to peddle some false story about us to a tabloid and that others were in touch with her about it; that both of us were better off if we could say we hadn't talked and that besides at the time she called me she hadn't told the tabloid the story was false. I said that later I had seen a copy of a letter she wrote telling the tabloid not to publish the story because it was false and that I appreciated it. She replied that she had killed the story in another way and hadn't sent the letter. I had the impression she made some sort of deal with the tabloid people but she didn't say exactly what it was.
She kept chewing me out for not calling her back and not trusting her. I reminded her that millions of dollars had be offered to people to say damaging things and that the press would run with stories that were bought and paid for, supported by questionable evidence like doctored tapes, and not supported at all. I also reminded her that I had tried to be a friend to her as long as we had known each other, going back to junior and senior high school. I reminded her of a time when she was having trouble in her first marriage more than 20 years ago when she called me in Connecticut and asked for advice. She looked at me with an almost crazed look and said she didn't want advice, she wanted me to come rescue her.
After a while she started talking about her novel. She reminded me that she had been ...
through some tough times in the last several years and didn't have much money to live on -- I think she said she was doing some public interest housing work -- but that for years she had been working on writing. First she tried writing songs (I remember this because at her request I got a songwriter to listen to some of them several years ago) and then she started working on a novel. She said her novel was done and she was trying to find a publisher for it. She said it involved a woman having a love affair with a Southern governor and of course "like all good fiction" it was sort of autobiographical and she imagined I wouldn't want it published. She said people would figure out it was me she was writing about. When I pointed out that it wasn't true, she said "well, I'll say it's just fiction, just a story." She then rambled for several minutes about how she had loved me for years since she was very young, and through her two marriages, and how I had never really been there for her because it wasn't my friendship that she wanted. She said she would say it was a fantasy but she needed the money and she didn't care if it hurt me or the presidency, that others had made money and she felt abandoned. At the end of the conversation she suddenly calmed down and said maybe she wouldn't try to publish her book, at least now. She talked to me about her son, of whom she was very proud and said he wanted to go into politics and would like to visit the White House. I said that he'd be welcome and we could set it up through my Arkansas office or direct through the White House. Before we stopped talking she said she really didn't want to hurt me, that maybe it wasn't "my fault" that I never got involved with her and made her fantasy come true but that she needed money. She must have talked for 30 minutes in an agitated state. When I left I wasn't sure what she would do but I was glad I'd had Marsha listen to the conversation.
I stood by the President the entire conversation and heard and watched her the entire time.
The conversation lasted over 30 minutes -- closer to 45 and at times she was very animated and threatening acting. I had been concerned all evening and had been watching her carefully all evening. It was a bizarre conversation because she repeatedly said her story was not true but that she was angry and needed money. She would throw out an accusation and then say it was a lie. It was this erratic behavior that made me stay so attentive to what she was doing and saying.
Marsha Scott
by Dolly Kyle Browning
March 6, 1998
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DECLARATION OF DOLLY KYLE BROWNING
My name is Dolly Kyle Browning. I am over twenty-one years of age and I am fully competent to make this declaration.
1. I have known William Jefferson Clinton since I was eleven years old. I call him "Billy." We attended high school together. During the period from the mid-1970's until January 1992, we had a relationship that included sexual relations. The frequency of our contact with each other, and the frequency of our sexual encounters, varied over that time period, but we did have sexual relations many times during that time period.
2. Our relationship ended abruptly in January of 1992 when Billy would not return my telephone call. I told his secretary, Linda, that a tabloid had the story about me and Billy. I asked her to have him call me and he refused. Instead he had my brother, who was, at that time, working in the 1992 Clinton presidential campaign, call me from Billy's New Hampshire apartment or office. My brother said that Billy was afraid to talk to me because everyone thought that I might record the conversation as Gennifer Flowers had done. He said "we" think you should deny the story. He finally said: "if you cooperate with the media we will destroy you."
3. The next time I spoke with Billy was at our high school reunion in 1994. At that reunion he and I had a conversation that lasted approximately 45 minutes. At the reunion, but prior to our conversation, I had avoided contact with Billy. He approached me sometime around midnight. He greeted me, saying "how are you?" I responded: "You are such an ass-hole, I can't believe you'd even bother to ask!" When I said "ass-hole" a Secret Service Agent reached to grab me. Billy physically blocked the agent's arm and said "it's alright" or words to that effect. He said "we have to talk." During this conversation, we sat in two chairs in front of a large column in the ballroom where our reunion dance was being held. There were several hundred other people in the ballroom. Dance music was playing almost continuously during our conversation. During our conversation our faces were close together. We were speaking in a volume that was only just loud enough to hear each other over the background noise. The only people within at least six feet of us during our conversation were two male Secret Service agents. At one point a Caucasian woman whom I do not know interrupted us and told Billy that the party was over, they were closing the part and that he needed to say good bye to some people. Billy said to tell them to keep the bar open. She asked: "who is going to pay for that?" He replied: "we will." The entire exchange with this unknown woman lasted less than one minute. She then left our presence. The Secret Service agents were standing one on each side of us so that we, Billy, the agents and I, were effectively in a row with an agent at either end. There was one agent approximately one foot from me and a second agent approximately one foot from Billy.
4. Our conversation began with my confronting him for not returning my call in early 1992. This lead to a discussion of many things, including his affair with Gennifer Flowers. I reminded him that he had threatened to destroy me and he said he was sorry. We discussed many other things. At the end of the conversation he asked me to come to Washington. He said "You can live on the hill. I can help you find a job."
5. I have reviewed the notes attached to this declaration as Exhibit A. I can state unequivocally that those notes are not an accurate account of the conversation or of the entire evening. The notes attributed to Marsha Scott are false. She did not stand by Billy Clinton during my conversation with him. Neither she nor anyone other than possibly the two male Secret Service Agents were in a position to hear our conversation. At no time during the conversation did I say that any statement I had made to him or about our relationship was false.
6. The letters attached hereto and labeled as my deposition Exhibits 2-12 are true copies of some of the letters I received from Billy over the years.
7. My sister, Dorcy Kyle Corbin, is an attorney in North Little Rock, Arkansas. After I was subpoenaed in the Paula Jones v. William Jefferson Clinton case, I called Dorcy. She immediately called Bruce Lindsey. He returned her call to an air pager from South America, where he was at the time. Shortly thereafter, she received and forwarded to me the items attached hereto as Exhibit B.
8. In the fall of 1994, through the intermediaries of Dorcy Kyle Corbin and Bruce Lindsey, Billy and I reached a "deal." The "deal" was that I agreed not to tell the true story about our relationship if he would not tell any lies about me. I agreed not to use, in public, the "A words" which were defined as "adultery" and "affair." I was allowed to say that we had a thirty-three year relationship that, from time to time, included sex. If I needed to contact Billy, I would call Dorcy and she would call Bruce Lindsey. I used this method of communication several times over the years.
I declare under penalty of perjury that the foregoing is true and correct.
Executed on March 6, 1998
Dolly Kyle Browning
At my reunion I saw Dolly Kyle for the first time in a long time. She was obviously angry and sulking. After about three hours I was close enough to say hello to her so I did. She said something hateful back and I asked her what was bothering her. She began ranting about how I hadn't called her back during the '92 campaign when she called L. Dixon and left word for me. I suggested we move over to the side of the room and motioned Marsha Scott to stand behind us so she could hear the entire conversation.
I explained to Dolly that I hadn't called her back because I knew her husband was trying to peddle some false story about us to a tabloid and that others were in touch with her about it; that both of us were better off if we could say we hadn't talked and that besides at the time she called me she hadn't told the tabloid the story was false. I said that later I had seen a copy of a letter she wrote telling the tabloid not to publish the story because it was false and that I appreciated it. She replied that she had killed the story in another way and hadn't sent the letter. I had the impression she made some sort of deal with the tabloid people but she didn't say exactly what it was.
She kept chewing me out for not calling her back and not trusting her. I reminded her that millions of dollars had be offered to people to say damaging things and that the press would run with stories that were bought and paid for, supported by questionable evidence like doctored tapes, and not supported at all. I also reminded her that I had tried to be a friend to her as long as we had known each other, going back to junior and senior high school. I reminded her of a time when she was having trouble in her first marriage more than 20 years ago when she called me in Connecticut and asked for advice. She looked at me with an almost crazed look and said she didn't want advice, she wanted me to come rescue her.
After a while she started talking about her novel. She reminded me that she had been ...
through some tough times in the last several years and didn't have much money to live on -- I think she said she was doing some public interest housing work -- but that for years she had been working on writing. First she tried writing songs (I remember this because at her request I got a songwriter to listen to some of them several years ago) and then she started working on a novel. She said her novel was done and she was trying to find a publisher for it. She said it involved a woman having a love affair with a Southern governor and of course "like all good fiction" it was sort of autobiographical and she imagined I wouldn't want it published. She said people would figure out it was me she was writing about. When I pointed out that it wasn't true, she said "well, I'll say it's just fiction, just a story." She then rambled for several minutes about how she had loved me for years since she was very young, and through her two marriages, and how I had never really been there for her because it wasn't my friendship that she wanted. She said she would say it was a fantasy but she needed the money and she didn't care if it hurt me or the presidency, that others had made money and she felt abandoned. At the end of the conversation she suddenly calmed down and said maybe she wouldn't try to publish her book, at least now. She talked to me about her son, of whom she was very proud and said he wanted to go into politics and would like to visit the White House. I said that he'd be welcome and we could set it up through my Arkansas office or direct through the White House. Before we stopped talking she said she really didn't want to hurt me, that maybe it wasn't "my fault" that I never got involved with her and made her fantasy come true but that she needed money. She must have talked for 30 minutes in an agitated state. When I left I wasn't sure what she would do but I was glad I'd had Marsha listen to the conversation.
I stood by the President the entire conversation and heard and watched her the entire time.
The conversation lasted over 30 minutes -- closer to 45 and at times she was very animated and threatening acting. I had been concerned all evening and had been watching her carefully all evening. It was a bizarre conversation because she repeatedly said her story was not true but that she was angry and needed money. She would throw out an accusation and then say it was a lie. It was this erratic behavior that made me stay so attentive to what she was doing and saying.
Marsha Scott