In December 1984, producer Jamie Shandera received a package, Albuquerque postmark, containing undeveloped film: an eight-page 1952 briefing for President-elect Eisenhower describing crashed craft, four bodies, and a Truman-created Majestic 12. In 1985 Shandera, Moore, and Friedman found a supporting memo in the National Archives naming MJ-12, later shown to be planted, since its author, Robert Cutler, was abroad on its date. The FBI's 1988 verdict: completely bogus, literally stamped across the file. The Eisenhower Library, the Air Force, and most investigators concur.
The story Sagan told against it: evidence dropped on a doorstep like the Shoemaker and the Elves, a fairy-tale provenance that no archive could certify. And yet: the forger knew obscure, correct, non-public details, formats, personnel, dates, which is why suspicion fell on an intelligence agency seeding disinformation, with UFO researcher Bill Moore later admitting he had run errands for Air Force OSI's Richard Doty. The believers' version is simpler: the documents are real, the debunking is the op.
The enduring claim: MJ-12 the committee existed, and the forged documents were the perfect disposal system, leak the truth wrapped in provable forgery, let the FBI stamp BOGUS, and the truth is now untouchable forever because touching it makes you the person who believes the fake. On this reading, the hoax was the cover, and it worked so well that defending the documents is now a diagnostic for gullibility.
If the forger had access to information not in the public record, who was the forger working for?