Elaine Brown - Murder of Betty Van Patter

Murder of Betty Van Patter

Writer David Horowitz has accused Brown of ordering the murder of Betty Van Patter, a former Black Panther Party accountant and mother of three, in 1973. Horowitz alleges that Van Patter intended to go public with illegalities she had uncovered in the Black Panthers account books, and that Brown had Van Patter murdered because these allegations would have hindered Brown's city council bid. Brown's 1992 book A Taste of Power claimed that Van Patter had a criminal past and had been convicted of drug trafficking. After protests by the Van Patter family, these claims were removed from subsequent editions of the book as they turned out to be a fabrication by Elaine Brown.

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