Some Thoughts Concerning The Astrological Summer

Or:

Global Warming As A Natural Process

by

R.E. Prindle

 Great Year

 

Since we seem to need something to be hysterical about Algore has fixated us on Global Warming for the last decade or so. In fact, Algore seems to have started a religious crusade. It is heretical not to accept his version of reality. Just exactly what can be done about warming isn’t clear; oh, that’s right, electric cars.

Unfortunately, nothing can be done about global warming as it is a totally natural phenomenon that will continue for at least two thousand years. Our mathematicians should be able to calibrate exactly how many degrees the process will take.

Early astronomy then going by the name of Astrology had the problem worked out. If they had known what the problem was they could have provided us with the solution.

The problem is with the Great Year and it can’t be corrected; it can only be endured. Looking at the first diagram above you will notice a tipped over globe. That tip is known as the Plane of the Ecliptic. It amounts to 23 ½ or 24 degrees and produces a wobble in the orbit of the globe. Each wobble takes about 25K years to complete.

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As with the terrestrial year of months the Great Year was divided into 12 units called Ages. So the Zodiac is one monstrously huge timepiece. As the globe wobbles seasons, as above so below, are created. There are Astrological winters, or ice ages, as we call them, and summers, or Global Warming, as Algore calls them.

If you look at diagram one you will notice that the ice age occurred when the pole star was Vega. So Vega is the winter marker while Polaris is the Summer marker.

At Vega the Northern Hemisphere was angled as far away from the sun as it can get; hence North America toward the pole was covered with a humongous ice sheet which over roughly twelve thousand years became thousands of feet thick. Instead of rising the ocean levels dropped exposing millions of square miles of new land.

Then, as the Astrological year progressed Spring arrived during the Ages of Virgo and Leo and ‘global warming’ began. The ice cap collapsed sending out huge flood waves that raised ocean levels to nearly what they are today. All settlements and/or cities located on the ocean’s marge were inundated under hundreds of feet of water. Oops, there went Atlantis.

Since the Mediterranean was occupied the residents fled the Great Flood for higher ground on all sides of the Mediterranean. The priestly class, obviously, headed for the Nile Delta probably settling at its apex near Memphis as it was called. It was there they built their memorial to what was- the three great pyramids setting these astrological clocks at the Age of Leo soon after the disaster occurred. All the astronomical sights are set for that Age. We are now five Ages past Leo in the midst of the Astrological summer. Spring has been passed.

The Age of Aquarius will likely be the equivalent of the terrestrial month of August; hence Aquarius should be an age of continuing warming leading to the Age of Capricorn cooling and hence to a new ice age or winter when Vega once again becomes the pole star.

Thus, as is happening now, for the next two thousand years at least the Northwest Passage will open and remain open; a couple thousand feet of ice or more will melt from Greenland. If as with the North Amrican ice sheet the ice of Greenland collapses then the water level of the oceans might rise a number of feet within a year.

Electric cars will not change the Astrological reality. We are talking science here, if you didn’t recognize it. The Great Year and its consequences are real. Live, love, laugh and be happy, don’t be hysterical. If you don’t want to move to higher ground now, I live at a thousand feet above sea level well prepared to withstand the Astrological judgment day, then be prepared to be flooded out, if you live long enough.

Just some thoughts.

 

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A Review: Atlantida

By Pierre Benoit

Review by R.E. Prindle

Pierre Benoit’s excellent novel Atlantida: The Queen Of Atlantis was first published in 1919. Written in French it was translated in 1920 so it is possible that Burroughs read it. There is a possible reference to the book in Tarzan the Invincible, I’ll get to that later. Benoit himself was accused of ‘plagiarizing’ H. Rider Haggard but he defended himself by saying he neither read nor spoke English while Haggard was not translated into French as of 1919.

It matters little as Benoit, Haggard and Burroughs all knew their Greek mythical heritage and all seem to be addressing the male-female conflict from the same intellectual approach derived from that mythology. And they all placed their stories in Africa, a burning question of the day.

The heroine of Benoit’s novel, Antinea, is an irresistible woman along the lines of Haggards She and Homer’s Circe, and Burroughs’ La. All three women rule over lost lands. Antinea lures Aryan men to her to her palace carved from a mountain of the Ahaggar range.

The Ahaggar range, Ahagger is Taureg, the Arabic is Hoggar, is located almost in the middle of the Sahara at what is now the Southern extremity of Algeria. Its highest peak is nearly 10,000 feet in elevation, the whole massif of a half million square kilometers being at the same elavation as Denver, a mile high. Boiling summers and freezing winters and fair moisture.

Antinea having lured the men entrances them and when they no longer amuse her she embalms them alive in a unique metal called Orichalch. Thus, they are preserved forever as they were in life. An advance on all other methods. The question is why does she do this?

The answer is explained by Benoit’s character Mesge:

“Now you know,” he repeated. “You know, but you do not understand.”

Then, very slowly, he said:

“You are as they have been the prisoners of Antinea. And vengeance is due Antinea.”

“Vengeance?” said Morhange…For what, I beg to ask? What have the lieutenant and I done to Atlantis? How have we incurred her hatred?”

It is an old quarrel, a very old quarrel.” The Professor replied gravely. “A quarrel which long antedates you, M. Morhange.”

“Explain yourself, I beg of you, Professor.”

“You are a Man. She is a Woman…the whole matter lies there.”

“Really, sir, I do not see…we do not see.”

“You are going to understand. Have you really forgotten to what an extent the beautiful queens of antiquity had just cause to complain of strangers whom fortune brought to their borders? The poet, Victor Hugo, pictured their detestable acts well enough in his colonial poem called la Fille d’ Otaiti. Wherever we look we see similar examples of fraud and ingratitude. These gentlemen made free use of the beauty and the riches of the lady.   Then, one fine morning, they disappeared. She was indeed lucky if her lover, having observed the position carefully did not return with ships and troops of occupation….Think of the cavalier fashion in which Ulysses treated Calypso, Diomedes Callirrhoe. What should I say of Theseus and Ariadne? Jason treated Medea with inconceivable lightness…”

And so on. Thus on page 114 of 229 Benoit explains the nature of his story. Bear in mind that of Circe and Ulysses in which Circe enslaves all the men who approach her and turns them into swine by lust while Ulysses with a pocket full of mole to defend himself resists her charms, maintains his manhood, rescues his sailors and sails away. So, while there are great similarities between Benoit’s, Haggard’s and Burrough’s stories they could easily derive from the same sources; variations on a theme. Of course, Burrough’s La is derived from Haggard’s She. But La is closer to Antinea in method than She. La’s job in Opar is to sacrifice men on the bloody altar. La is also from Atlantis. And all three share the glorious tradition of being too beautiful to resist.

Benoit himself the son of a French diplomat grew up in Tunisia and Algeria where he became acquainted with the desert and its legends. Thus, his story is an authentic addition to the great stories of the African explorers and the fictions of Haggard, Burroughs, Edgar Wallace, Mrs. Hull, P.C. Wren and others.

Benoit charmingly writes his story as current history rather than fiction without any framing story. He includes the Emperor Louis Napoleon and others as well as showing himself familiar with the latest Parisian designers and bon ton retail establishments. He mentions a painting titled La Maison Des Derniers Cartouches which can be found on internet and with which I have headed the review. Translated it means The House of the Last Bullet. I’m sure all his Parisian references are real but they have slipped through the crack of time had have not found a place on the internet.

In this case there is a Captain Avis who is believed to have murdered his fellow, Capt. Morhange and hence is in bad odor. This is the mystery that holds the story together. We learn later how Morhange died. Avit is transferred to a desert post, indeed demanded the transfer, managed by Lieutenant Ferrieres who is about to embark on a mission passing the Ahaggar massif.

Algeria. Sahara Desert. Ahaggar Mountains. Atakor Massif.

Ahaggar Plateau

At the post Saint Avis tells Ferrieres of his strange adventure in the Ahaggar Mountains with Capt. Morhange during which Morhange perishes. The African scenery is different than any of the authors mentioned and the setting is quite spectacular.

Morhange and Avit are caught in a freak storm on the slopes of the Ahaggar, and apparently these are not uncommon on the massif, where they rescued a Taureg from drowning who happens to be the procurer of European men for Antinea. The two soldiers are procured and delivered to the Atlantian Queen.

Somewhat very similar to scenes from Haggard’s She they are conducted to a great room or hall where fifty some embalmed former lovers stand in niches. The truth descends on our sexual warriors.

Morhange who, being the more handsome and impressive of the two, finds favor with the Queen of Atlantis also, not unlike Ulysses and Circe, is proof to her blandishments and beauty. What he had is his pocket isn’t mentioned. His refusal eventually enrages Antinea. Without going into details, Antinea hypnotizes Avit into taking her large silver hammer with which she bangs her gong and giving Morhange such a good bash it cracks the man’s skull to pieces. Thus she solves her problem of being rejected by Morhange.

A digression here. Benoit here shows off is knowledge. Amazingly I was able to get it. In Paris at the time there was a theatre called The Grand Guignol. It was a place of horrors, a sadists delight, at which all kinds of gruesome murders, mutilations and disfigurations were enacted. Apparently the scenes were so realistic that the faint hearted actually fainted and a doctor was kept on the premises to deal with these frequent occurrences. Now, a guignol is something like a puppets booth. Benoit has Avit climb into a guignol in Antinea’s boudoir where he watches the horror of Morhange being dismissed after which Antinea calls his down, hypnotizes him, hands him the silver hammer, directs him to Morhange’s room and watches as Avit cracks his friend’s skull. The horror, the horror. So Benoit demonstrates he is au courant with Paris’ entertainments.

Avit then turns to thoughts of escape. Here Benoit displays a certain genius in moving his story along.

Antinea had a slave girl named Tanit Zerga who became enamored of Avit and also wishes to escape to return to her people. She organizes the escape attempt. As it turns out she is a princess also, of the Trarzan Moors on the North side of the Senegal River. Bear in mind that everything mentioned in the story is real except the story itself. The Trarzan Moors exist to this day and of course the Senegal is one of the great rivers of Africa. The history is within the realm of fact. Only the story and its leading characters are fiction. Benoit does not spare the reader his knowledge. The man has been around.

The pair are assisted by the procurer rescued by Avit in the storm. He is quite willing to help because he tells Avit he will be back, no one who has ever known Antinea can escape her charms. All the victims in the hall had died of love.

Here’s a Burroughs connection indicating he may have read the book. Tanit Zerga resembles Nao, the fourteen year old girl who rescues Wayne Colt in Tarzan the Invincible only to be discarded coldly as were the heroines mentioned. It would be pushing it too far to claim Burroughs did read the book but he often got his scenes and incidents from other authors so I’m about three fourths convinced.

At any rate Tanit Zerga dies in the desert carrying on Benoit’s theme of women making sacrifices for ungrateful men.

The story then returns to the Foreign Legion camp of Ferrieres as he and Saint Avit are to make a trip across the desert passing the Ahaggar massif. As prophesied, to know Antinea is to love her forever, and her lovers all died from love, so he intends to return to the Ahaggar’s and his certain death. Whether Ferrieres will accompany him is left open.

The book was a slow starter but one is gradually swept along almost as a participant as the storm increases. A very exciting conclusion. Benoit’s is a very worthy book for Bibliophiles. If it wasn’t in Burroughs’ library it must have been through neglect or loss. Highly recommended.

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In The Outlaw of Torn of 1911 Burroughs reached and exorcised his central childhood fixation freeing his subconscious and integrating his personality but he was still conflicted on his Animus and Anima. The trilogy and coda would address the problem of reconciling his Anima leaving the rectification of his Animus till later.The internal evidence of the corpus indicates that his tormentor, who I will refer to as John the Bully, was an Irish boy, possibly himself an immigrant manifesting the national hatred of the Anglos on young Burroughs; or of the first generation of Irish immigrants who received his parents’ prejudices undiluted. Accordingly, the protagonist of the Mucker is the Irish hoodlum, Billy Byrne, although nowhere in the trilogy does Burroughs mention Irish or Anglo, you have to follow the names.

In the first volume Burroughs identifies his Animus completely with Byrne. Perhaps the name signifies that he got “burned.” He will not separate out an alter ego for himself until “Out There Somewhere,” when he creates the Happy Hobo, Bridge.

While Burroughs has exorcised the fixation caused by John the Bully, John still occupies the dominant position on his Animus while being the substance of his Anima. Having identified with his oppressor he has adopted the oppressor’s characteristics subconsciously, while his conscious mind unsuccessfully tries to follow in the footsteps of the respectable recessive Animus figure of his father, the hero.

In Burroughsian symbolism which is repeated almost without variation several times in the corpus he visualizes his former life as a yacht cruising on calm seas, then there is a sudden squall in which no ship can live, a simile borrowed from Longfellow’s “Wreck of the Hesperus.” The yacht sinks. The hero is then separated from his true destiny with the intended respectable folk by Fate, being cast in with the thugs, criminals and ne’erdo-wells of the character of John the Bully but he retains his own integrity through it all.

Thus we have the picture of the charming, honest respectable Bridge as a volunteer hobo living his life among society’s rejects.

In The Mucker Byrne is yacht wrecked on a jungle island somewhere in the Pacific along with an Anima figure, the Anglo Barabara Harding. In Burroughsian symbolism the “island” represents the psychologically circumscribed prison of his mind into which John the Bully cast him. The Anima figures which are always Anglo represent the identity of the former clothing of his Anima, probably his mother.

The question here is whether Byrne and Harding will fall in love. The answer is no.

In a series of hostile encounters Byrne is wounded by the natives. Recuperating by a pool along a mountain stream Barbara nurses Byrne to health. Thus in Freudian terms Burroughs identifies with his oppressor while tending to his welfare.

Nevertheless Burroughs’ hatred of his oppressor precludes the possibility of a union between Byrne and Harding. On the return to civilization or, rather, New York, the disparity in their cultural levels appear stark so Harding dismisses Byrne. He, realizing the justness of the decision, goes his own way back to the demi-monde.

Burroughs has subtly removed John the Bully from his Anima so that now he has a female figure still clothed by Fate but now in men’s clothes rather than women’s clothes. He has at least reversed the situation which makes life more comfortable for him but still irritating.

For three years he is stalemated although he wrestles with the problem in twelve more books before he picks up the thread again in the thirteenth, Out There Somewhere. Funny how numbers like ten, twelve and thirteen crop up like that, isn’t it?

In this book Burroughs slips out from under the dominance of John the Bully but does not rectify his Animus; his hero aspect does gain equality with the clown aspect but not the upper hand.

Byrne returns to Chicago to face trial for his murder charge. Wrongfully convicted, he escapes to flee Out There Somewhere where Bridge/Burroughs awaits him. On the road to Anywhere he blunders into the camp of the Happy Hobo. Bridge is boiling his beans while yodeling the verses to Knibbs’ poem: “Out There Somewhere.”

Let’s take a moment to analyze the name, Bridge.

Jack LondonOn one level Bridge means just that. The character is meant to bridge the transition from Byrne the Oppressor to Burroughs’ successor identity. A bridge is also the preferred place for hoboes to construct their jungles. In connection with this, the name commemorates one of Burroughs’ heroes the hobo writer Jack London. Bridge is not the protagonist’s real name but was assumed when, because of his use of long words, a fellow hobo had called him Unabridged which was then shortened to Bridge. As the leading authority on Burroughs, George T. McWhorter, points out, Bridge gives his name as L. Bridge, which McWhorter says means London Bridge, meant as a joke. As hoboes gather by bridges, naming Bridge “London Bridge” after Jack London is even funnier. You may not want to take the time to dissect a name like this but if you want to puzzle things out Burroughs will always reward you.

When Byrne haps on Bridge it is possible to see the personality of Burroughs melding into the character of Bridge. When Burroughs read the first two verses of the Knibbs poem in which the hardened hobo listens in on the College Guy, ERB must have seen both aspects of his Animus melding them attractively into one which he then separated from his dominant aspect of Byrne to escape his servitude to John the Bully. Bridge is obviously an Anglo who is joined to the Irish Byrne. Thus the two aspects of Burroughs’ own Animus, one cultured, one rude. Burroughs accepted the fact that he had a “dual” personality.

While in the process of separating his identity from that of the Irish John the Bully he still feels obligated to help him no less than Barbara Harding did. Thus, even though Bridge notices the cuff marks on Byrne’s wrists he sagely suspends judgment until he knows the man better.

Burroughs has some first hand knowledge of these Knights of the Road. In 1904-05 he had held the job of a railroad bull in Salt Lake City. He had had plenty of opportunity to talk with many of them while observing the jungles first hand. One may assume this scene is a fairly accurate representation.

While he and Byrne are getting acquainted they are jumped by a couple of vicious criminal ‘boes who they repel. After Byrne tells his story, which Bridge accepts, he allies himself with the fugitive in his flight from the police. Once again we have identity and service with the oppressor.

A good book at the time, this novel is now a charming period piece of the long ago and far away variety. One mourns for a lost heritage.

In a delightfully written sequence of episodes Burroughs leads Byrne and Bridge down to El Paso a step or so ahead of the Chicago coppers who seem to rival the FBI in jurisdiction. Tracked to El Paso by those dogged Chicago police the two ‘boes slip over the border into Ciudad Juarez then out into Chihuahua province.

Who should turn up in Chihuahua but Barbara Harding. She and Bridge have a mild flirtation but in the end in an act of generosity, ever helpful to his oppressor, Burroughs gives her in an improbable union to Byrne. The Mucker, Byrne, passes out of the story.

All through the novel Bridge has been quoting the stanzas of “Out There Somewhere” while emphasizing the couplet:

And you, my sweet Penelope, out there somewhere you wait for me,
With buds of roses in your hair and kisses on your mouth.

Penelope was the wife of Odysseus, the prototype of all wanderers. She had waited patiently for twenty years for her husband to return from the Trojan War. Twenty years is a symbolic figure throughout Burroughs’ writing connected with the reconcilement of his Anima.

Out There Somewhere closes with this passage:

It was a month later, spring was filling the southland with new, sweet life. The joy of living was reflected in the song of birds and the opening of buds. Beside a slow moving stream a man squatted before a tiny fire. (Why tiny?)  A battered tin can, half filled with water, stood close to the burning embers. Upon a sharpened stick a man roasted a bit of meat, as he watched it curling at the edge as a flame licked it he spoke aloud though there was none to hear:

Just for a con I’d like to know (yes he crossed over long ago;
And he was right, believe me ‘bo!) if somewhere in the South
Down where the clouds lie on the sea, he found his sweet Penelope
With buds of roses in her hair and kisses on her mouth?Which is what they will be singing about me one of these days he murmured.

Look at all those sexual images: Spring, buds, tiny fire, battered can half filled with water next to the burning embers, sharpened stick, bit of meat, flame licked. Clearly Burroughs is seeking salvation for his Anima.

Note the “battered can half filled with water.” Burroughs’ Animus being the battered can while the can is half filled and not half empty. Water is a symbol of the female. The promise is that the can will soon be filled to overflowing with the feminine waters of salvation when Bridge finds his Penelope.

Spring is, of course, the time of nature’s resurrection.

He might as well have said Easter and called himself the Christ.

Burroughs appears to be pointing the direction for the working out of his psychosis. He indicates a fairly well developed vision of a system of psychology. One which differs from the existing ideas of 1910 and much in advance of them. He already had his vision in 1911 when he began writing so his vision must have been brought to fruition sometime between 1900 and 1910 in America which excludes Freudian influence.  Translations of Freud’s work only began to reach America in 1912.

He mentions 1903 or ’04 as fruitful by saying something occurred twenty years after his fixation which was in 1883 or ’84. Both of William James’ major works had been published by then. More importantly, a book titled Human Personality and Its Survival After Death by FWH Myers which deals with the concept of the unconscious had appeared in 1903. One can’t be certain that Burroughs obtained the book by 1904 but it is possible.

He would have been aware of Myers because H.G. Wells mentions him in his When The Sleeper Wakes of 1899.  Whether Burroughs would admit that he had read the stunning fantasias of “Mr. Wells” or not, it seems clear that Wells was an important influence. Wells had the tendency to name significant works and writers which were either influential on the period or had influenced him. Burroughs exhibits the same trait. Wells had a good eye for the significant and important. Actually the careers of Wells and Burroughs are intertwined. I have written of that elsewhere.

FWH Myers, who was both a scientist and occultist, was deeply interested in the “unconscious.” He had a well developed concept of the notion long before Freud. Burroughs offers amazingly graphic descriptions of the unconscious in several different places of the corpus: I especially recommend The Chessmen of Mars.

If one takes the time to penetrate the “fictionalizing” of Burroughs one will find that he is a psychologist of note although without the systematization of Freud. But then method and system are about all Freud has to offer; for the rest he is blowing smoke.

Interestingly I worked out a nearly identical vision of the mind as Burroughs which makes it relatively easy for me to see what he is doing. It is also true that I was an avid reader of the Tarzan books as a child so I may have subconsciously picked up the rudiments of Burroughs’ thought merely unconsciously integrating them into my own thinking later in life. Our two notions are so close that I must have been influenced by him although my own central childhood fixation was a mere variation on his so that perhaps our minds were driven in the same direction by circumstance.

Burroughs was terrorized into his fixation while mine was induced in a hypnoid state. While Burroughs was able to resolve his issues as did I, release was only partial for him or he had not prepared suitable personas for transition. Thus when he shucked John the Bully he was left with an unclothed Animus. Having no reasonable persona to step into he tried to assume the persona of his creation Tarzan, which led to disaster.

In my case I realized that if I exorcised the fixation being only vaguely aware of the Anima and Animus at the time that having exorcised the fixation, I would need an adequate role model to make the transition. Hence I developed a successful alternate Animus figure which I was able to assume when I understood and rectified my Animus. My main Anima figure appears to have been strong and adequate. It supported me all my life.

My Animus had been assassinated when I was seven. Burroughs interest in assassins obviously stems from the same cause.

At any rate, by the end of Out There Somewhere, Burroughs has separated an alternate identity in Bridge from John the Bully or Billy Byrne while at least having reclaimed the female identity of his Anima while being able to discard an interim Anima figure, Barbara Harding, as a gift to his oppressor. In other words, John the Bully could have what he stole which was no longer of any use to Burroughs.

His Anima is now female but still clothed in male garb.

This is made evident in the last volume of the trilogy, “The Oakdale Affair.” This book was originally titled Bridge and the Oskaloosa Kid. As both this title and Out There Somewhere are more descriptive of intent I will refer to the book as “Bridge” or “Bridge and the Kid.”

As the ending of Out There Somewhere indicated Bridge was hot on the trail of his Penelope “where the mist meets the sea somewhere in the South.” Burroughs actually tried to act this fantasy out. It may be a coincidence, but nine months, the duration of pregnancy, after finishing Out There Somewhere Burroughs gave birth to Bridge and the Oskaloosa Kid in which he finds his Penelope.

Fixated as he had been so that he associated himself with the criminal or hobo class, Burroughs would have felt himself unworthy of the aristocratic Barbara Harding. In “Bridge” he moves down the social scale to associate himself with the small town banker’s daughter, Abigail Prim.  An abigail is a personal handmaiden so Burroughs makes his Anima a prim personal hand maiden. That she may not be the One is indicated by the fact that she is only nineteen, one year short of the magic twenty.As the story opens, Gail, dressed in men’s clothing, the same as Burroughs’ Anima, is robbing her own safe in her parents’ home. once again a version of his encounter with John the Bully. Pocketing this treasure which symbolizes the female treasure that a woman brings a man she hits the road as a hobo. She immediately falls in with a band of criminal IWW hoboes who have initiated a crime wave in placid Oakdale.

They intend to kill and rob her just as the hoodlum John the Bully killed Burroughs’ Anima robbing him of the treasure of the female, or his X chromosome. Like Burroughs she runs away, with the Wobblies in hot pursuit.

Jane Ralston BurroughsJames Pierce
Illustration from the first publication of The Oakdale Affair in Blue Book magazine.
Jane Ralston Burroughs and James Pierce in costumed pose for
the John Coleman Burroughs dust jacket illustration for The Oakdale Affair.

Who should she meet at the proverbial fork in the road but the Happy Hobo, Bridge. Bridge is immediately attracted to this strange boy who he doesn’t realize is a girl. He decides to protect and help him although he doesn’t understand why he is so attracted to this apparent boy. Still quoting snatches of Knibbs and Service they flee up the opposite fork, just as Burroughs’ life had been diverted, to a deserted farm house to escape the gathering squall.The image of the house is very interesting. A house is a symbol of the self. After his encounter with John the Bully, Burroughs’ house or self would have been vacated and haunted. So Bridge and Gail, Burroughs’ Animus and Anima, enter the deserted house to escape the storm which begins to break upon them.

The house is reputed to be haunted, in other words, the rejuvenated Burroughs/Bridge and his reborn Anima enter into his pre-John the Bully domicile.

While they are congratulating themselves for having escaped the storm, a high-powered motor car roars up the road. They watch as a female form is flung out the window, while a man simultaneously fires a shot after her. Fearing she is dead they gather her up, bringing her into the haunted farm house.

The woman represents Burroughs earlier Anima, who was assassinated by John the Bully but who now returns as psychological baggage to haunt him.

Right after this woman come the two IWW criminals in search of Gail and her loot.

They hear a chain clanking in the basement: the past in the subconscious. Bridge would face the danger but, solicitous of this strange boy who is terrified, all five retreat into a room on the second floor where they stay the night. Thus we have the house representing Burroughs’ self, his new Animus and Anima, his old Anima, and the two criminals perhaps representing his Byrne Animus and the male Anima given him by John the Bully.

Toward morning the storm lets up, the two villains are driven off by Bridge, who then begins to make the acquaintance of his new Anima, who rustles grub while Bridge rustles rhyme.

In a very charming book rather reminiscent of Booth Tarkington, they pass through many adventures, but are never separated, contrary to Burroughs’ usual approach, until at last Fate puts their backs against the wall. About to experience the pleasures of the “hempen noose” both are rescued.

Bridge had discovered that the Oskaloosa Kid was actually a girl. We now discover that Bridge is not a true hobo but a Virginia gentleman who had opted for a life on the road. Gail dons her female raiment completing the transition in Burroughs’ Anima from a man in women’s clothing to a woman in women’s clothing. Bridge is reunited with the respectable folk.

Still Gail Prim was not a satisfactory Anima for Burroughs. He still felt unworthy of such a princess. She was a Banker’s daughter while he still felt like no more than a cleaned up bum. Completed in June of 1917 it would take Burroughs until 1924 to make another attempt when he wrote the unpublished Coda to the trilogy, Marcia of the Doorstep.

Marcia was left on the doorstep of an inept New York actor named Marcus Aurelius Sackett. Marcus Aurelius was the stoic emperor of Rome. Stoicism is how one bears the slings and arrows of an unkind and unjust fate. One just grits one’s teeth and hangs on which is how Burroughs lived his life. The foundling’s name, Marcia Aurelia, represents ERB’s desperation.

Moving down the social scale he has rejected Barbara Harding, a socialite as an Anima figure as well as Gail Prim, a handmaiden, to try with a little orphan girl who he hopes will be sufficiently beneath his station to be grateful to him for selecting her.

Burroughs is having a terrible time trying to come to terms with his Anima. He’s got the proper conception but he lacks the execution. He first gives Marcia such terrible antecedents that he himself blanches at them, altering the antecedents to make her socially acceptable to himself.

True to psychological reality Marcia was conceived in Chicago as were Burroughs’ ideas but born in New York where his stories first saw the light of day.

We are first led to believe that her mother conceived her illegitimately by a married man. This is apparently too much for Burroughs as he later tells us that the man was married when he impregnated Marcia’s mother, but he either got a quick Chicago divorce to marry the woman before Marcia was born or else he married her bigamously.

Having given birth to Marcia her mother leaves her on the Sackett doorstep appearing the next day to seek a room with the Sacketts. Thus mother and daughter grow up together but Marcia never learns that the woman is her true mother.

The mother represents Burroughs ‘ pre-John the Bully Anima while Marcia is his search for a replacement. As his Anima was not strong enough to resist John the Bully he feels free to represent her as a woman of loose morals if not worse.

The novel is a duplicate of the Mucker with a different denouement. After introduction Marcia is inducted into the friendship of a society woman who convinces a 16-year-old Marcia to go on a Pacific yachting cruise.

Aboard the yacht is the dashing alter-Animus John Chase III. A fine military type, Jack Chase III substitutes for Billy Byrne. Thus Burroughs’ Animus or Ego has separated from the thug Billy Byrne into Bridge the Anglo-Virginian gentleman into the genteel, if not aristocratic, Jack Chase III. Byrne-Bridge-Chase- one, two, three- Jack Chase III. The John represents the positive side of John the Bully while the Chase represents the chase for the rectification of his Animus into an Anglo model.

Once again we have the yacht peacefully sailing the ocean of life. The yacht representing  young Burroughs’ comfortable life in the bosom of his family. Then there is a sudden squall in which no ship can live. The yacht representing his early life sinks.

While in this story both Marcia and Chase III were destined to take the lifeboat with the respectable people, Fate intervenes and their lots are cast with the disreputable element. As in The Mucker, Fate casts them ashore on an island. As with Byrne and Barbara Harding, Marcia and Chase III are thrown together after being separated from the others.

They follow a stream up a mountain side toward the ridge. While Barbara tended the wounded Byrne while rejecting his advances, Chase III protects and aids Marcia reversing the roles. In the midst of a blinding rainstorm as Chase III hauls Marcia up the slope he realizes he loves this little orphan girl. Disregarding the pelting rain he either strains or crushes her to him, I forget which. The only way Burroughs ego aspects can hold a woman is to either crush or strain her to them. Well, some girls like it rough.

Overjoyed at finding their mutual love the aristocratic and the orphan girl top the crest. There is nothing but light and sunshine on the other side; the grass is truly greener on the other side of the mountain. Not only that but the respectable people from the wreck were landed on that sunny shore. Chase III and Marcia reverse the situation of the Mucker  and Barbara by being reunited with the respectable people.

Burroughs cannot yet see himself as this privileged aristocratic although by now ERB was wealthy, inhabiting the ranch that would become his city of Tarzana. Chase loses touch with Marcia on the way back to the States. Unable to bear the loss he degrades himself to Burroughs’ emotional level by drinking and gambling. When he has undergone the appropriate degradation he and Marcia are married. She has also attained the age of twenty.

Burroughs still had trouble reconciling his Anima. His further efforts do not concern us here but he is still troubled by the masculine interjection on his Anima. In a later story he will team up with a mannish woman who is his slave. John the Bully did a real number on him.

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by
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Prologue


I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.
Was it famine or scurvy – I fought it;
I hurled my youth into a grave.
I wanted the gold, and I got it —
Came out with a fortune last fall —
Yet somehow life’s not what I thought it,
And somehow the gold isn’t all.

Robert W. Service — The Spell of the Yukon

Edgar Rice Burroughs lived through what I would consider the most exciting and romantic time in the history of the world. The old world was fading; the modern world was emerging. On every level the most exciting and dramatic changes were scintillating. Darwin, Freud and Einstein in Science; Wells, Kipling, Doyle, Haggard in literature; The steamship and railroad the automobile and airplane revolutionized travel. The telegraph, the telephone, the movies. All the far places of the world including the Arctic and Antarctic were brought within the pale of Western Civilization for all to see.But, that’s not all.

Man not only discovered and revealed the world but he discovered and revealed himself. Freud, Jung and James in the science of the mind. In physical culture astonishing strongmen like the Great Sandow and Louis Cyr amazed the world with feats of strength. Bernarr McFadden made a cult of physical culture. Through his discovery of Dynamic Tension the great Charles Atlas was declared the most perfectly developed man in 1922. He really was, too.

There was also another class of men come into their time for a fleeting moment less respectable than these who Robert Service dubbed the Legion of the Lost. He also called them The Men That Don’t Fit In:

The Men That Don’t Fit In
Robert W. Service

There’s a race of men that don’t fit in,
A race that can’t stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain’s crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don’t know how to rest.If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they’re always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: “Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!”
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.

Robert W. ServiceAnd each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It’s the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that’s dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life’s been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He’s a rolling stone, and it’s bred in the bone;
He’s a man who won’t fit in.

These were the men who chase the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Gold for them is the symbol of salvation. The philosopher’s stone of redemption. If only they can make that lucky strike then, my god, well, their lives will shine.They look with rue upon “the sturdy, quiet, plodding ones” who they know will win in life’s race but they hope to turn reality on its ear without that kind of effort. To be consistent, persistent, to earn their gold is beyond them; they have been disappointed or injured in their early life so that they feel that the world owes them a living. They refuse to work toward a goal; even if they made it big they could find no satisfaction in that manner; they want it handed to them in the form of a golden lucky strike.

While they hope to make that strike they invent the legend of the Big Rock Candy Mountain with its pie in the sky and lemonade fountains so many you can’t count ’em, free for the taking.

Big Rock Candy MountainOn a summer day in the month of May a burly bum came hiking
Down a shady lane through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking.
As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey
Where a bum can stay for many a day, and he won’t need any money

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, you never change your socks
And little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There’s a lake of stew and of whiskey too
And you can paddle all around ’em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

Chorus
Oh the buzzin’ of the bees in the cigarette trees near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings on the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains, there’s a land that’s fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars all are empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees,
The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin,
And you can bust right out again as soon as you are in
The farmer’s trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
I’m a-goin’ to stay where you sleep all day
Where they boiled in oil the inventor of toil,
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

We want what we want and we want it now without work! I know where that’s at and so did Edgar Rice Burroughs. He found his Lucky Strike in Tarzan.When John the Bully fixated Burroughs on the road to Somewhere, Brown School, he sent him out on the road to Anywhere, the great wasteland of the soul. Burroughs felt akin to these wandering men as is evidenced throughout his work. The hobo poet H. H. Knibbs’ “Out There Somewhere” formed a credo for Burroughs’ life; it meshed with his psychic malaise. This is most apparent in his great Mucker Trilogy and Coda.

So from 1849 through the great gold strikes beginning in California progressing through South Africa, Australia and the Klondike this breed of men were sent scurrying around the world chasing salvation in the form of a pot of gold. This was their era which neither they nor the World will ever see its like again.


Stereoview of the prospectors at Chilkoot Pass

The marvelous photo of the long seemingly endless line of prospectors climbing Chilkoot Pass through the snow drifts on the way to the gold fields of the Klondike, which Charlie Chaplin parodied in his movie The Gold Rush, tells it all. Who but insane dreamers would suffer such hardship for what all of them must have realized was an unobtainable goal. I mean, you know, get a job. Still, many of them did find some gold and a few came out with a fortune.By 1910 it was all gone. Burroughs’ brothers and himself pursued the pot of gold on the big Snake River in Idaho with slight success. Although unable to find a gold mine Burroughs was able to capitalize on the weird scenes in his own gold mind, to appropriate a phrase from Jim Morrison and the Doors.


Snake River Gold Mining

As one of the Legion of the Lost he had reached the end of his tether, an abject failure, in 1911. But then he dug deep in his own personal gold mind far up on the slopes of the Big Rock Candy Mountain to come up with nugget after nugget; the kind of wealth of which most men only dream. But as Service noted “somehow the gold wasn’t all.”

His malaise was in his tortured soul and not his empty pocket. His whole literary corpus was the attempt to resolve the malaise in his psyche created by John the Bully in 1883 or ’84 when he sent ERB out on the road to Anywhere along which road he made and spent a fortune “as he stripped and ran with a brilliant fitful pace” but, “each fresh move was just a fresh mistake.”

The middle portion of the Mucker Trilogy is built around Henry Herbert Knibbs’ poem “Out There Somewhere” which was also the original and more appropriate name of the novel. The poem concerns the search for self in the Wasteland on the Road to Anywhere or Out There Somewhere:

OUT THERE SOMEWHERE
by Henry Herbert Knibbs
(The numbers indicate the page where quoted in THE MUCKER) 323
As I was hiking past the woods, the cool and sleepy summer woods,
I saw a guy a-talking to the sunshine in the air;
Thinks I, he’s going to have a fit — I’ll stick around and watch a bit;
But he paid no attention, hardly knowing I was there.

He must have been a college guy, for he was talking big and high, —
The trees were standing all around as silent as a church —
A little closer I saw he was manufacturing poetry,
Just like a Mocker sitting on a pussy-willow perch.

I squatted down and rolled a smoke and listened to each word he spoke;
He never stumbled, reared or broke; he never missed a word,
And though he was a Bo like me, he’d been a gent once, I could see;
I ain’t much strong on poetry, but this is what I heard:

219
“We’ll dance a merry saraband from here to drowsy Samarcand.
Along the sea, across the land, the birds are flying South,
267, 297
And you, my sweet Penelope, out there somewhere you wait for me,
341
With buds of roses in your hair and kisses on your mouth.

220
“The mountains are all hid in mist; the valley is like amethyst;
The poplar leaves they turn and twist; oh, silver, silver green!
Out there somewhere along the sea a ship is waiting patiently,
While up the beach the bubbles slip with white afloat between.

259
“The tide-hounds race far up the shore — the hunt is on! The breakers roar,
(Her spars are tipped with gold and o’er her deck the spray is flung);
The buoys that rollic in the bay, they nod the way, they nod the way!
The hunt is up! I am the prey! The hunter’s bow is strung!”

297
“Out there somewhere, –” says I to me. “By Gosh! I guess that’s poetry!
Out there somewhere – Penelope – with kisses on her mouth!”
And then, thinks I, “O college guy, your talk it gets me in the eye,
The North is creeping in the air; the birds are flying South.”

266 And yet, the sun was shining down, a-blazing on the little town,
A mile or so ‘way down the track a-dancing in the sun.
But somehow, as I waited there, there came a shiver in the air;
“The birds are flying South,” he says. “The winter has begun.”

252
Says I, “Then let’s be on the float; you certainly have got my goat;
You make me hungry in my throat for seeing things that’s new.
Out there somewhere we’ll ride the range a-looking for the new and strange;
My feet are tired and need a change. Come on! It’s up to you!

316
“There ain’t no sweet Penelope somewhere that’s longing much for me,
But I can smell the blundering sea and hear the rigging hum;
And I can hear the whispering lips that fly before the outbound ships;
And I can hear the breakers on the sand a-booming ‘Come!’”

322
And then that slim, poetic guy, turned and looked me in the eye:
“…It’s overland and overland and overseas to — where?”
“Most anywhere that isn’t here. ” I says. His face went kind of queer:
The place we’re in is always here. The other place is there.”

He smiled, though, as my eye caught his. “Then what a lot of there there is
To go and see and go and see and go and see some more.”
He did a fancy step or two. Says he, “I think I’ll go with you –”
… Two moons, and we were baking in the straits at Singapore.

223 Around the world and back again; we saw it all. The mist and rain
In England and the dry old plain from Needles to Berdoo.
We kept a-rambling all the time. I rustled grub, he rustled rhyme —
Blind baggage, hoof it, ride or climb — we always put it through.

414 Just for a con I’d like to know (yes, he crossed over long ago;
And he was right, believe me, Bo!) if somewhere in the South,
Down where the clouds lie on the sea, he found his sweet Penelope,
With buds of roses in her hair and kisses on her mouth.

Robert W. Service, who was a bank clerk in the Klondike, studied these men. He was one of the “steady, quiet plodding ones.” He provided Burroughs the counterpoint to Knibbs with the longing to get away to Anywhere in his poem “The Tramps”:

 THE TRAMPS
by Robert W. Service
Can you recall, dear comrade, when we tramped God’s land together,
And we sang the old, old Earth-song, for our youth was very sweet;
When we drank and fought and lusted, as we mocked at tie and tether,
Along the road to Anywhere, the wide world at our feet —

Along the road to Anywhere, when each day had its story;
When time was yet our vassal, and life’s jest was still unstale;
When peace unfathomed filled our hearts as, bathed in amber glory,
Along the road to Anywhere we watched the sunsets pale?

Alas! the road to Anywhere is pitfalled with disaster;
There’s hunger, want, and weariness, yet O we loved it so!
As on we tramped exultantly, and no man was our master,
And no man guessed what dreams were ours, as, swinging heel and toe,
We tramped the road to Anywhere, the magic road to Anywhere,
The tragic road to Anywhere, such dear, dim years ago.


PART 1


“…I had no intention of resigning myself to the dictates of an unkind and unjust Fate without a struggle. Furthermore, in the idiom of a famous American game, I had an ace in the hole.”

Burroughs — The Swords of Mars

Burroughs’ Mucker Trilogy is written on several levels or keys just like Homer and Dante or the Arthurian cycle from which Burroughs undoubtedly learned the method. For the literal meaning I refer you to his books; in this section I will deal with Burroughs’ personal psychological key; in the later sections I will describe the historical and social keys of the novels.The Mucker Trilogy without Coda is, I believe, one of the great neglected gems of American literature. It is too late for it to find its rightful place but not too late to be discovered and appreciated by the discerning reader.

The Mucker — a mucker was a Chicago term of the time used to describe a ne’er-do-well, a street person, a type of minor thug — first of the trilogy was the tenth book of the Burroughs corpus which numbers some seventy odd, written from August to October in Burroughs’ incredibly prolific year of 1913. As Burroughs explained in his 1930 novel, Tarzan The Invincible, he didn’t mind “pirating” a political or religious idea so long as there was “a definite impression of fictionalizing.” By that he meant disguising the true facts to the point where they were unrecognizable to the reader seeking only entertainment. He succeeds admirably well in all keys in this trilogy.

From his first novel written in 1911 to his last written in 1943 Burroughs is trying to work out his psychological dilemma. This central childhood fixation was given him on a street corner on the way to Brown School in Chicago in 1883 or ’84 when he was eight or nine. The experience was both harrowing and terrifying, conditioning his mind for the rest of his life.

The incident was that which an “unkind and unjust Fate” with a capital F imposed upon him. Since you and I weren’t there we may laugh and say it was a trivial incident but since I’ve walked many a mile in the same shoes I can tell you what’s trivial to others is devastatingly fixating to one’s own mind.

Irish World ~ New York ~ July 17, 1875Burroughs was born in 1875. The Irish potato famine was very recent history in 1875. While the Irish had begun their immigration early in the century, by the ’40s and ’50s the invasion had become massive. The Irish population of New York or Chicago equaled that of Dublin.

In Chicago large numbers of Irish were crowded into the great slum of West Side Chicago. The stunning squalor of this huge slum belied the promise of this land of opportunity. The squalor was so breathtaking so other worldly, there was nothing like it anywhere else in this world, that Burroughs and many another author speak of the West Side with hushed awe.

The Irish came over with their antagonism to the English at fever point. Extending their antagonism to Americans of English descent, in cities and towns throughout America, Irish and English boys fought pitched battles every day.

In the early days before the Irish were able to control political graft the economic contrast between “Micks” and Anglos was very pronounced. Young Burroughs came from a very well-to-do family while his Irish antagonist was a young Irish hoodlum or mucker from the slums of the West Side.

Burroughs was eight or nine at the time while his antagonist was a much bigger young tough of twelve. On his way to prestigious Brown school one day this young tough blocked Burroughs way thoroughly intimidating and terrifying him. I leave it to your imagination to recreate the incident. Young Burroughs apparently broke and ran which left him a feeling of shame and cowardice for the rest of his life.

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The incident had a three-fold effect on his psychology which absolutely controlled him until he was thirty-six, then haunted him with varying degrees of intensity the rest of his life.

He was fixated in his subconscious, which fixation controlled his conscious mind. At the same time the bully assumed the prominent position on his Animus or Ego, with the result of a castration complex in the Freudian sense which will be explained in the appropriate place. Perhaps more important and troubling was that the bully assumed the role of Burroughs’ female Anima which he experienced as a male Fate in women’s clothing. This realization found expression in his 1911 novel The Outlaw of Torn. The Mucker Trilogy and Coda would be devoted to resolving this dilemma.

In Freud’s “Splitting of the Ego in the Process of Defence,” I paraphrase Ernest Jones from Vol. III of his biography, Freud maintained it was an error to regard the Ego as a unitary synthesis; (boy, this guy could really heave it around, synthesis of what?) he said that there were ways in which in early childhood, a splitting could take place in regard to the attitude toward reality.

I do not agree with Freud’s conception of the Animus or Ego. The Ego or Animus is an anatomical fact. The “splitting” of it is a psychological detail. The Animus is the spermatic side of the spinal cord which passes out of the brain stem to form the free end of the left lobe of the brain while its lower end is attached to the right gonad. Quite literally the penis is the man. As an anatomical fact it cannot be damaged by traumatic events. What traumatic events do is alter the organization of the clothing of the free end of the Animus.

Prior to this incident there was no place on ERB’s Animus for this bully. One assumes that the Animus was confidently clothed by the single reassuring image of young Burroughs’ father. The incident created a place on the Animus or clothed the Animus with the image of the bully alongside that of the father which conflicted with the previous dominant image of the father.

This is what Freud means, or should have meant, by “the splitting” of the Ego.

Thus Burroughs was now conflicted with the identity of the clown on the one hand and the hero on the other, with the clown uppermost. The defeated Ego expresses its humiliation in the image of the clown. On the subconscious level Burroughs had been presented with a Challenge for which he had no adequate Response so he suppressed the trauma into his subconscious where he “forgot” it. Encysted in the subconscious it controlled his image of himself. Having failed in this crucial Challenge his Response was to assume the role of the perpetual failure.

He was now by an “unkind and unjust Fate” condemned to failure unless by struggling he could use his “ace in the hole” to free himself. His ace was a version of psychology which he apparently developed himself.

His problem in life now was to exorcise his fixation and remove the traumatized figure of John the Bully from his Animus while seeking an appropriate female figure for his Anima.

Burroughs has a very well developed vision of psychology which appears to have been formed completely independently of either Freud or Jung. His psychological notions were complete when he began writing, which was before Freud had been translated into English. I have been unable to trace the origins of Burroughs’ ideas of psychology, as yet. He seemed to be aware of the notion of the Animus and the Anima since he describes it so well. He could have obtained an idea of it by a study of Greek Mythology with which he was well acquainted and from which I developed my own ideas which match those of Burroughs so well.

As Freud says, when such a trauma as Burroughs’ occurs the victim identifies with the oppressor, admiring him and being solicitous of his welfare. Burroughs identifies this thug who fixated him only by the name of John. If he remembered his last name he doesn’t reveal it. From that point on Burroughs wanted to grow up to be just as tough as this guy John. He was so fixated that John became his favorite name. He said that he even considered legally changing his name to John. His novels are liberally sprinkled with Johns, both heroes and villains, reflecting his love-hate relationship.  His major alter egos are John Carter of Mars and John Clayton otherwise known as Tarzan.

A Poetic Pas De Deux Between

Frank and plainmama

by

Frank Solanki

An edited version from

Frank’s blog.

I gave birth to a lie and it gave birth to many more.

I watched it multiply till I could stop it no more.

It was all fine until truth decided to come out

And draw a thin line

Between truth and doubt.

The lies were spread, the truth washed them away.

Soon, they were all dead but the scars came to stay.

Now, the lies are gone the truth never picked a side.

Scars are reborn

The mother has died.

 

These words spoke to plainmama and she replied:

plainmama:

 

Truth has healing power.

It might feel raw right now,

Like ripping off a band aid,

But wounds heal faster

When exposed to the air of truth.

They only fester when covered with lies.

Take care of yourself, my friend.

Give yourself of grace and love

In tough times.

Much love.

 

Frank:

 

Thanks a lot.

 

plainmama:

 

Of course.

And if you need a friend

I’m always here.

 

Frank:

 

I know that.

Hope you are doing good

Too.

 

plainmama:

Trying not to get sick

In a house of illness.

It’s a tough task.

 

Frank:

 

Oh, it is.

 

Plainmama:

 

Yes!

When you are the day care,

Cook and night nurse

Exposure and Exhaustion

Makes the statistics of my

Contracting said illness

Fairly high.

Maybe wine will help?

Is that one of the old remedies?

Just say yes.

 

Frank:

 

Yes.

So who’s the one running sick?

 

plainmama:

 

3 of 4 boys.

Eldest has held out.

I’m sure he will be barfing tomorrow.

 

Frank:

 

Oh, that’s a tough situation.

 

plainmama:

 

Par for the parenting course.

 

Frank:

 

Haha. Yes, but I guess it’s worth the memories.

 

plainmama:

 

Puke does not equal memories.

For Puker or puke cleaner,

Or puke watcher

Or puke smeller

Or in regards to

Puke, barf or vomit.

 

Frank:

 

Oh, I feel your pain.

 

plainmama:

 

Disgust would be a better word.

There is not much grosser than vomit.

 

Frank:

I’ll talk to you later.

‘Bye.

 

A Review: Lion Feuchtwanger, Jud Suss-book, Jew Suss-movie And The German Movies Jud Suss And The Rothschilds In The Context Of The Times.

by

R.E. Prindle

 

This is a review of the novel Jew Suss by Lion Feuchtwanger. The review will place Feuctwanger’s novel in the context of the times it was written, that is the twenties and thirties of the twentieth century with a view of the author’s intent.

While the novel is of great importance to the period in question perhaps the name Lion Feuchtwanger is unfamiliar to most.   As an historian, prior to reading Jud Suss I had seen the name mentioned frequently but I knew nothing further of him. Feuchtwanger while not logorrhaeic wrote a corpus. Most of it is historical concerning the greatness of the Jews. He wrote a trilogy- 1500 pages- around the character of Josephus and the Jewish-Roman war of the first and second centuries AD.

Perhaps it was the times and the Jewish propaganda machine that credits Feuchtwanger with the mantle of the greatest historical novelist. He isn’t close to that or even a contender, he makes laborious reading at best. As his reputation has disappeared that speaks for itself. Nevertheless, Jud Suss was a best seller both in Germany and abroad. My copy from the English reprint publisher Hutchinson bills itself as of the 158th thousand. One wonders.

The book was published in Germany in 1925. It tells in a sort of fantasia of the career of Joseph Suss Oppenheimer who was the court Jew to the Duke Karl Alexander of Wurttemberg, the companion State of Bavaria in the South of Germany. I am sure that few people today know anything of Suss Oppenheimer if they have even heard of him. He is little known outside Germany while I have found no study of Suss in English.

The book revived an interest in Germany so that it was notorious from 1925 to the German defeat in 1945.

Suss Oppenheimer was the man who reorganized Jewry in the eighteenth century giving them a sense of direction in the evolution of modern Europe. The contrast between the emerging Jew of Suss and the traditional Jew as represented by a Rabbi Landauer is one of themes Feuchtwanger develops.   This theme applies to the contemporary Germany of the period.

I don’t want this essay to be too disjointed but as the past is ever present in the present, for a proper understanding one has to meld the present with the past. Feuchtwanger is well versed in Jewish history and lore. He knows and understands the Jewish program. In Jewish thinking the Jews are always distinct from and superior to the host people. Thus, the Jew Suss Oppenheimer although essentially an employee of the Duke of Wurttemberg, Karl Alexander, he considers himself equal to and indeed preeminent over his employer.

At the end of the story when Suss has put the State into turmoil and the Duke lay dying Suss whispers into his ear, we could have been friends but you felt yourself preeminent when I was superior to you in every way. Together what we may have accomplished with myself representing the aristocracy of money and you as the aristocrat of the soil.

Here Feuchtwanger gives away the Jewish conspiracy. By commandeering the banking system they became not only equal to but superior to the landed nobility. Who has money controls destiny.

Suss was the organizer of modern Jewry, he paved the way for the Rothschilds, ne Bauer, to be the near absolute lords of money beginning only a few year after Suss’ hanging. Of course the Rothschild rise was made possible by the theft of the fortune of the Landgrave of Hesse Cassel during Napoleonic times.

As is common knowledge Nathan Rothschild was sent to England to exploit the textile manufacturing industry. According to the current historian Niall Ferguson in his history of the Rothschilds using Rothschild archives, Nathan had a struggle to stay solvent resorting to a variety of devious practices including smuggling. Then the Landgrave entrusted either his fortune or a large part of it to Mayer Rothschild the patriarch of the family who sent substantial sums to Nathan making him a banker and richest stock broker in the City. From there within a very few years the Rothschilds became the lords of money gaining patents of nobility wherever they lived thus realizing Suss’ dream. The Jews had become equal or superior to the European nobility.

In the interim between Suss’ and Feuchtwanger’s time the Jews had taken control of European and American currency through the Central banks, the Federal Reserve System in the United States. Thus, as I interpret it in the sly conclusion of the Jew Suss Feuchtwanger is celebrating what in 1926 looked like the triumph of the Jews over Germany and Euroamerica. Essentially the Stateless Jews were the State from Russia across Europe to the United States.   Money had displaced both European nobility and statehood while Europe was in turmoil soon to be virtually destroyed by warfare.

Once again at the risk of confusing the issue it is necessary to go back in time again. This time to 1666 in Europe. As always the Jews were welcome nowhere by host countries. In eleventh century Mesopotamia the Jews had been expelled. The bulk of them migrated to Spain. Then in the thirteenth century they were expelled from England, in the fourteenth century from France and in the fifteenth from Spain. The Spanish migration had been to Africa, the Turkish Empire in the Middle East and increasingly into the Eastern European area that was to be called the Pale of Settlement. They had been banned from the Muscovite land much earlier. The German States now expelling them, letting them back in, banning again, etc.

In the seventeenth century in the extended Polish empire in the Ukraine where they made themselves pests the Ukrainians rebelled against the Poles and their Jewish allies causing mass destructions. The Jews fled in numbers into Germany and Holland carrying their medieval vision of religion with them. This was just prior to the career of Suss and the establishment of Court Jews. Thus the German lands were in turmoil as the Jews struggled to establish themselves.

Becoming increasingly exasperated while blaming their woes on anti-Semitism rather than their own actions a Messiah arose in the seventeenth century Turkic states by the name of Sabbatai Zevi. As the Jewish messiah is preeminently a military redeemer a great buzz of excitement was aroused amongst worldwide Jewry. (The US does not yet figure in world politics). Especially in Europe where the Jews were struggling to find a place.

History knows the Jews as violent brutal revolutionists, a people that nurses grievances and never forgets them.   Thus remembering the Amalekites, in the second century the Jews of Alexandria and Rhodes on a signal turned on their unsuspecting neighbors murdering about 250 K in each location committing horrid atrocities. This set off a bloody reprisal in which Rome terminated the Jewish State.

Now in the seventeenth century just as European events were setting the Jews in turmoil Zevi’s messiahship was rising to a climax in 1666, that year was determined as the year of the redemption. Thus as in Rhodes and Alexandria the Jews prepared to turn on their European neighbors murdering them wholesale, a genocide in hopes. This is history and one suspects the history has survived into our times as well as Germany and Europe of the twenties and thirties.

The signal was to have been Zevi declaring the millennium in an audience with the Sultan in Turkey. Instead of declaring himself the Messiah Zevi converted to Moslemism. The revolution fizzled much to the dismay of the Jews. Remember this occurred from say, 1660 to 1680. Suss enjoyed his heyday in the four years from 1730-34 in the eighteenth century. That is a mere fifty years from Zevi’s apostasy. There must have living people who remembered those tumultuous times as Suss grew up. Although Feuchtwanger doesn’t mention it, perhaps even his characters Isaac Landauer and the Rabbi Gabriel.

Nor were those intervening five decades years of repose for the Jews. The disappointment caused a movement toward a whole reorganization of Judaism. On the Western edge of the Pale the Jewish visionary the BaalShemTov created the Hasidic sect that challenged Rabbinic Judaism while a disciple of Zevi, Jacob Frank, created the freak sect of Frankists or Sabbatians whose belief system taught that the Millennium would never come until the Jews had indulged all their evil impulses thus clearing their psyches of nothing but good impulses thus preparing them to receive their redemption.

At the same time the Elders put their heads together to come up with a plan in which the people themselves would be their own messiah renouncing individual messiahs. So that the above was the Jewish background in which Suss arose and flourished. Feuchtwanger was aware of it as there are descriptive references to it.

So, now, Feuchtwanger wrote his story in 1921-2 and published it in 1925. Things in the Jewish world had progressed. As Feuchtwanger describes it in his novel Suss, Landauer and the Rabbi Gabriel have been working to get together the Jewish network from the four corners of Europe. Suss represented the future of an open display of Jewish financial power while Landauer represent the traditional sub rosa power of money. Rabbi Gabriel was a strange one. He was a Jew who migrated to Holland where his prime identity lay but for his networking purposes he went in disguise as Ahasuerus, the Wandering Jew. He actively claimed to be several hundred years old and the actual Jew who insulted Jesus. The disguise amused the gentiles gaining their tolerance as he moved from place to place organizing.

At Suss’ death in 1734 it was only about fifty years to the proclamation of Jewish emancipation by the French Revolution. It was in 1806 that Napoleon overran Hesse-Cassell that the Landgrave made the Bauer/Rothschilds by entrusting his wealth to them. From then to the 1897 Jewish Zionist convention in Vienna was only another ninety years. It was then but sixteen years to 1913.

According to the American Rabbi Abba Hillel Silver the Elders had determined that the years 1913-28 were to be the years of the redemption as the Jewish Revolution at which time the Jews would kill their European neighbors and unlike 115 and 1666 succeed. Six years after the Vienna Zionist convention the first Russian Revolution was attempted but failed. Out of the convention and the first Revolution came the document known as The Protocols Of The Elders Of Zion that outlined the Revolution that would succeed in Russia in 1917.

As a result of the European War of 1914-18 Europe was totally devastated and in turmoil. The war that had engulfed Europe from Russian to England had destroyed the flower of European manhood. The aftermath in Central and Eastern Europe consumed even more. Once in power in Russia as Dostoyevsky predicted the Jews began killing the Russians. Of course historians speak of Russian activities against the Jews while ignoring Jewish crimes.

When the news of Jewish atrocities reached Western Europe they became alarmed. The Manchester Morning Post published a book, The World’s Problem that sounded the alarm. The Jews were prepared. It took relatively small effort to discredit the Protocols while having their opponents discredited as anti-Semites.

However, even though the German Communist Revolution failed Jews had thoroughly infiltrated the government while controlling German and international banking and the press while obtaining a significant number of university posts. The Weimar Republic is remembered by Jews as almost realizing the hopes of Joseph Suss Oppenheimer and it is that that Lion Feuchtwanger is celebrating in his novel.

Feuchtwanger, in the Jewish manner, took himself very very seriously. He believed he was a great, perhaps the greatest novelist, while being at the same time a seer or prophet. In an interview of 1930 he asserted positively that things were under control and there would be no revolution in Germany. Of course, in 1933 he learned differently.   Just as the Wurttembergers had turned on Suss so in 1933 the Germans turned on the Jewish people. In a way then, Feuchtwanger was a prophet.

In the novel as well as in history Suss assumed the role of the dark, even black, eminence of the Duke Karl Alexander. All his counsels were evil while given on the basis of three for him and one for the Duke. Like Colonel Parker and Elvis the great lion’s share of the money earned by Elvis went into the Colonel’s pocket and the remainder into Elvis’. So with Suss. When Wurttembergers remonstrated with him Suss haughtily informed them they couldn’t hang him higher than the gallows. As it turned out they could. They had a special seldom used gallows thirty feet higher than the usual gallows. Plus Suss was shut into an iron cage in which his body was exposed to the elements for years. He had ably earned that level of hatred by his actions.

So Feuchtwanger pointed the way to the anger of Germany in which having no other recourse the Germans set about systematically exterminating them. A gallows high indeed. But, remember, the years 1913-28 were the years of redemption. Just as the Jews in the immediate years following 1918 slaughtered millions in Russia and Hungary and would have in Germany had the revolution succeeded so the Germans were in peril as a people and it had nothing to do with any holocaust. In 1940 a Jew from Newark, New Jersey, Theodore Kaufmann published a book called Germany Must Die. In it he proposed to castrate all German males, thus Germans would disappear within a generation. Genocide in another word.   This notion of castration reappeared in FDR’s talk as it became evident that the Germans would be defeated. The Jews then were no less guilty in intent than the Germans.

Having no territories or armies the Jewish offensive had to be asymmetrical, that is psychological warfare. They had the gifted Sigmund Freud to guide them. Sigmund Freud’s role in guiding the destiny of the Jewish Revolution is suppressed but as my studies advance he assumes a much more central role.

As part of the asymmetrical warfare propaganda, of course, took first place. Psycho-analysis itself was controlled by the Jews, almost a closed club although it had to represent itself as a universal science. A science is universal so that Judaism already active in all countries from the Soviet Union to the Americas enjoying the advantage of the Trojan Horse of Communism also thrust themselves into science as a Trojan Horse perverting scientific disciplines into subjective Jewish propaganda.

Already in control of the print media in the Pan-Judaic superstate of Europe and America either by direct ownership or psychological control through the charge of anti-Semitism it only remained to gain control of emerging technologies such as movies and radio. This was easily accomplished, the theater and movies certainly began as Jewish monopolies which, at least in the US, all radio networks were in their control from the beginning.

Thus by the twenties the Jews were in a position to direct the social and intellectual mores of society. One no longer hears mores discussed as they once were even though mores control society even more than laws. For instance there was no law against criticizing Jews, one can’t be punished for criticizing Jews in Court while Jews have established as a more that criticism of Jews is an unforgivable social faux pas so that any individual will be ostracized by his own people, blacklisted, deprived of employment having his entire future ruined. A penalty no Court could inflict. People have lost careers amounting to tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars by the single accusation, that is accusation, no proof or trial required, and with no recourse to law.   Simple mechanics, street sweepers, had been rendered unemployable for life.

Using this immunity from criticism the Jews began an attack on the mores of the people of Pan-Judea. They began defaming the heroes of the various cultures defaming them into ridiculous caricatures. In the US the character of Thomas Jefferson, for instance, has been demolished, Washington also. Having gotten the wedge in the whole of the American past has been reduced to one huge crime for which living White people are held wholly responsible and must be punished.

At the same time the media elevated insignificant Jews to positions of not only importance but extreme virtue. It matters not that they were important out of all proportion in the slave trade or as slave owners. They were Jews and all their crimes could be justified.

Thus when Feuchtwanger’s Jud Suss appeared in 1925 alert Germans immediately recognized its import, its attack on Germans and German mores.

While I am not familiar with the whole body of European Jewish writing it was also at this time that Emil Ludwig began writing derogatory biographies of Bismarck and Napoleon that drew the ire of European readers. Feuchtwanger himself continued his sarcastic derogatory style in his next novel of 1930, Success, that ridiculed and mocked the society of his native Munich in much the same manner as Jud Suss. He displayed a contempt for European mores much as his contemporary Sigmund Freud was doing in his psychological treatises. In films, the two Dr. Mabuse movies of Fritz Lang are worth noting. I am unfamiliar with US and French efforts but in the US Gustavus Myers was turning out a long series of books denigrating American mores and customs from finance to the Supreme Court finally ending his career in 1942 with his History Of Bigotry In The United States.

So from the Soviet Union West to the Americas the asymmetrical war on the West was being very successfully waged. The back of Western confidence and self-respect was broken. In the great German book burning in which Jewish texts were destroyed Feuchtwanger’s earned prominence.

The war accelerated when the Nazis Party gained power in 1933. Perhaps in support of that event Feuchtwanger began the movie script for Jud Suss that was released in that year in England under the title Jew Suss and in the US under the title Power. Closely adhering to the book the movie was a vicious propaganda piece.

A number of propaganda movies celebrating Judaism in the lead up to the attempted Jewish seizure of power were such films as Erlich’s Magic Bullet, The Rothschilds, The Story Of Emile Zola and several B level anti-Nazi movies of the late thirties and early forties. The chief irritant to the Nazis after Jud Suss was the US production of The Rothschilds. While nearly everything noted here is currently available American The Rothschilds is not. The movie apparently covered the Napoleonic period involving the Rothschild shipment of gold through France to aid Wellington in the Peninsular War.

When the Germans got around to answering these two propaganda films in the early forties with their own propaganda versions they were demeaned as, naturally, anti-Semitic. The directors of the German Rothschild film covering the same events of the Jewish version was vilified after the war and the vilification continues to today.   The vilification of Veit Harlan, the director of this brilliant film, is carried to extremes although perhaps a tribute to his skill.

The Napoleonic episode is apparently still sensitive to the Rothschild family since the massive biography by Niall Ferguson only reaches to 1905 then pussy foots around the incident. After pages of verbiage Ferguson refuses to come to any definite conclusion and he was given access to the family records and papers.

As these two films are key to Jewish the war I will attempt to deal with them in extenso.

The Jewish versions appeared first. The Jew Suss was released simultaneously in England under that title and in the US titled Power. The Rothschilds was released in the US under that name in 1934; whether it was distributed in England I don’t know but suspect so. It must be remembered that the Jews declared war on Germany in 1933 so that these two films have to be seen as acts of war, part of an extensive ongoing campaign. For instance in 1937 the Dreyfus Affair in France of the 1890s was revived in the US film The Life Of Emile Zola. Zola was a French novelist who championed the cause of Dreyfus. Alfred Dreyfus was a Jew serving as a French military officer. He was tried and found guilty of spying. He was certainly guilty although probably not for spying for the Germans. Like Johnathan Pollard in the US he was turning documents over to his fellow Jews. He spent a number of years on Devil’s Island until with the help of Zola his conviction was overturned. The affair was a serious issue that convulsed France and apparently still does as Roman Polanski is scheduled to direct another film sometime soon. Apparently along with slavery we should all feel guilty of the indignity that Dreyfus suffered even though he was guilty.

For the Germans the two most galling films were Jud Suss and the Rothschilds. They answered the former in 1940 and the latter in 1943. As films both are superior to the Jewish versions although my opinion will be objected to as anti-Semitic, but facts are facts. The English-American Jew Suss was written by Feuchtwanger thus closely following the outline of his book. The German film presents the story from the perspective of the Germans who were afflicted with Suss’ policies.

Both films follow the general outlines of Suss’ actions and policies. There is no real conflict between the two versions. In both, as well as in fact, the Duke Karl Alexander gave Suss what seems to be in our terms a Power of Attorney giving him the full authority of the Duke to do as he pleased. His will was the Duke’s will. Seems rather extraordinary that a ruler would give such a thing but there you have it. It is an inexplicable action of the Duke. One can even imagine it as his essential abdication. Certainly the Power Of Attorney gave him the right to depose the Duke.

In any case the Money Power as represented by Suss was placed in a superior position over the temporal power of the Duke.

After the Duke’s death this presented a legal problem for the Wurttembergers because in fact Suss was acting in the Duke’s name. Thus Suss was absolved of all responsibility. Unlike Feuchtwanger’s two versions, book and movie, in the German version the Wurttembergers were driven into open rebellion. In the German version there is no indication that the Duke was murdered by Suss but the Duke had some strange degeneration losing his will. He surrendered his own will to Suss while the Duke’s wife and his advisors all seem to have been accomplices of Suss. Perhaps he was a master hypnotist or else how explain it. At the end of the German version the Duke is a drunk who when confronted by the rebels flies into a rage and has a stroke or heart attack. Goes apoplectic as they used to say.

With his death Suss’ Power of Attorney loses its validity. He is arrested and tried. As stated, legally he was acting as the will of the Duke having no personal responsibility. It is interesting to note though that German soldiers under orders, therefore having no will of their own, were held responsible by the Jews for following orders in the camps. The law is the law until it isn’t.

The German problem then is that they are bound by the rule of law and cannot violate it so as they ponder it appears that Suss must go free.

However there is a law on the books making it illegal for a Jews to have intercourse with a German girl. While in the book and Feuchtwanger’s movie Suss had mingled with many German women including the Duke’s wife in the German version he violates the daughter of the Privy Counselor the girl then drowning herself. The law is the law and the penalty is death. The Privy Counselor gets his due back (law is not vengeance) by exacting the prescribed death penalty.

In Feuchtwanger’s versions Suss’ daughter committed suicide to escape the attentions of the Duke. Thus the Germans neatly reverse the situation.

Now, the German version released in 1940 was roundly condemned by the Jews as ragingly anti-Semitic; this is strange as neither the Jewish or German versions contest the facts of Suss’ activities. The Jews happily admit Suss’ crimes.

Both movies were released before there was a hint of a holocaust so one is at a loss to explain the Jewish sensitivity, especially so as in the US in 1940 the book The Germans Must Die by Theodore Kaufmann called for the genocide of Germans. The Germans were thoroughly outraged by the book and its positive reception in the US causing Goebbels to exclaim that the Germans would see who died first. Perhaps the seeds of the holocaust were planted in German minds at that time.

Jud Suss then, was the reply to the English/American production of Jew Suss. That left the equally galling movie from the German viewpoint of The Rothschilds to answer; this was done in 1943 when the Germans replied in kind dealing with the transport of gold to Wellington in Spain during the Peninsular War against Napoleon. The event has been kept shrouded in mystery so the Jewish guilt must be enormous.

As noted the American film to which the Germans were responding is being kept off the market as of 10/12/16 so the only conclusion is that even by Jewish standards the incident is indefensible. We will have to infer from the German film.

As there may be readers who are not familiar with the historical account it may be appropriate to give that briefly.

When Suss had organized the Jews into a functioning unit, the ‘united’ Jews continued to develop along with the emerging new money based economy of Europe. Excluded from the old land based wealth the Jews were uniquely positioned to seize the money based economy.

As is shown in the German Rothschild film the peasantry and even the nobility had little familiarity with numbers and were easily bamboozled by fast talking Jews who had been usurers for centuries. This is demonstrated in both the Jewish and German versions.

The French Revolution occurred forty-nine years after Suss’ death freeing the Jews from medieval restrictions; this was called the emancipation. The Europeans expected the Jews to abandon their parochial ways and become one people with the Europeans.

As Feuchtwanger said the Jews expected to become a sovereign entity as the Lords of Cash.

There were hurdles before them but they were swept aside when Napoleon in 1806 annexed the German principality of Hesse-Cassell. The Landgrave of Hesse-Cassell had amassed the largest fortune in Europe by renting out his male subjects as soldiers to other States. In the book Suss’ advises Duke Karl to hire soldiers to suppress the Duke’s subjects. These most likely would have come from Hesse-Cassell.

The Landgrave then used the receipts to loan money to the other States and people amassing mortgages all over Europe. Napoleon wanted the money; to avoid his getting it the Landgrave enlisted the aid of his Court Jew, Mayer Rothschild ne Bauer who secreted the fortune. Some believe the Landgrave entrusted the whole of his fortune to Rothschild. Niall Ferguson in his history is ambiguous waltzing around the issue.

In the German movie the Landgrave entrusts Rothschild with 650K in negotiable bills. Changing the issues from the Landgrave to the English Jew Montifiore Mayer sent them to his son Nathan who was stationed in England.

A few years earlier Mayer had sent his ‘five arrows’ of legend to various capitals: Nathan to England, James to Paris and the three others to Berlin, Vienna and Naples.

Nathan began in the textile business in Manchester which apparently was too hard for him so he resorted to the criminal means of smuggling and other subterfuges. The smuggling experience would stand him in good stead. Nathan had also positioned himself in the City. The London district known as the City is equivalent to Wall Street in the US.

When Napoleon invaded Spain the English countered by sending Wellington and an army to Spain to counter the invasion. Operating from England the provisioning of the army was difficult. To fund Wellington it was necessary to send gold. The sea route was considered too precarious so an overland route was deemed necessary. Overland meant passing through Napoleon’s citadel of France.

England was short of gold but a shipment arrived from India that was sold at auction. The English financiers were a sort of cartel so they expected to obtain the gold. However with the 650K in paper securities from his father (according to the German film) Nathan was in a position to outbid the cartel which he did.

He then had the only gold available to send to Wellington. He agreed to do this for a handsome fee. Napoleon who was retreating from Russia was defeated and sent to Elbe. From there he would soon return to France assemble an army and meet Wellington at Waterloo.

This was a second opportunity for the Rothschilds that far surpassed the gold purchase and its transport to Spain. This stunt would be worth in excess of ten million pounds making the Rothschilds the wealthiest family in Europe while setting the stage for the nineteenth and twentieth centuries.

The price of government securities in England would depend on the results of Waterloo. A loss, stocks down, a win stocks up. A window of opportunity would exist between the time of the outcome and the time the news reached England. No phones, no telegraph, no internet. Nathan Rothschild saw his chance to cheat the people of England and he took it. He had his agents at Waterloo to record the outcome, some say he used passenger pigeons, some say not. In any event his agents got the news of Napoleon’s defeat to him first.   Nathan created a panic by circulating the story that Wellington had been defeated. Then when prices were at their lowest, apparently fire sale prices, he bought as much as he could. When the news of victory arrived it was too late for the cartel.   Nathan had become the richest man in England.

Perhaps that is why as of 11/5/16 the US version of the Rothschilds is unavailable. The facts coincide with the German version too closely. In any event if the US version is released you may be sure it will be heavily edited, quite unlike the original.

Of course the cry is that the German versions of both movies are anti-Semitic rather than historical. At least in the case of the Rothschilds the facts are incontrovertible. The smuggling of the gold through France was actually known by the French authorities at the time. The police under the direction of Fouche were not fools. Fouche himself is credited as being brilliant. Nor are German historians fools. They are more than competent. Before the two world wars German universities were considered tops in the world. German scholars stood out as the most brilliant stars in the firmament. German music and literature was unsurpassed.

Beginning with the Weimar Republic and Jewish dominance standards slipped while German hatred in the West led by the Jews libeled everything Germans did. The point being there is no reason to doubt the scholarship on which the German Rothschild film is based. The Germans are speaking from intimate knowledge of the Jews as indeed the controversy from Suss to 1950 indicates. You need only to read Jewish-German literature to see the contempt with which Jews treat the Germans. But if you control the propaganda as the Jews do, black may be made white and vice versa.

Hitler in his Mein Kampf clearly delineates the problem. As he wrote, that if he and the Volkists failed their heads would roll in the sand. This prediction was proven in the years following the defeat. The war did not end with the allied victory but continued to rage one sidedly over the prostrate Germany for at least five years.

During 1943 the year the German Rothschild was released the extermination of the Jews was reaching maximum efficiency. Now, we must take the Jewish threat to exterminate the Germans through castration seriously. Had FDR not died in ’45 before hostilities ceased it is quite possible he might have ordered such an action. He was surrounded by Jewish advisors who certainly would have encouraged him most notably his Secretary of the Treasury, Henry Morgenthau Jr., who had already usurped significant Executive powers not unlike Suss himself from the Duke.

To put the matter into perspective then, the German extermination of the Jews may be seen as a preemptive strike. The Jews have always favored preemptive strikes. So while in 1943 the Germans had the upper hand a short time later the Jews would gain the upper hand over a completely bombed over destroyed Germany flattened by tens of thousands of bomb raids.

Fortunately there were saner heads in Washington who were aghast at the lunacy of what was now the Morgenthau plan, Kaufmann having been forgotten. Thus, when Truman replaced FDR Morgenthau found he could no longer give orders to him as he could FDR. When Morgenthau haughtily told Truman the he would do what Morgenthau said or Morgenthau would quit Truman merely held his hand out to accept the resignation. At that point a great deal of the Jewish influence prominent under FDR evaporated.

But the Jewish influence had been cultivated since 1933 and was so embedded that its actions persisted. As is not too well known Bernard Baruch, an arch-Jewish villain in this period, had cultivated his acquaintance with Eisenhower from the days of the Bonus March in 1934. Eisenhower revered Baruch saying he had sat at his feet for twenty-six years while considering him the wisest man he knew. The influence was so incredibly effective that Eisenhower initially ordered the extermination of the surrendered German troops. During the winter of 1946 one of the coldest on record he left entire German armies in the open with no cover and the scantiest of rations. He ordered that any German civilian who tried to pass food through the fence be shot dead.

The allies also perpetrated enormous crimes against the German people. The French and Americans turned hordes of African troops and American Negroes loose to rape German women at will, not unlike Mama Merkel and the Moslems today. The French took tens of thousands of German troops as slave labor and worked them to death.

Perhaps you say the Germans did the same but even if they did were we, the children of light, that kind of people? Well, yes we were although it was never reported in the papers. I grew up believing Americans were sainted people who went into battle with a holy fervor bearing the banner of a righteous Lord before us. I grew up believing no American soldier would commit an act of injustice or cruelty. I was lied to.

The truth has taken decades to reach me. I should have known better because as great or greater crimes have been committed on American soil by Americans. I was raised to believe that Sherman’s March from Atlanta to the Sea was a great military feat. The actions of General Sheridan in the Shenandoah Valley or the evacuation of half a dozen counties around Kansas City were never mentioned but all three were horrendous crimes. General Grant’s demand for an unconditional surrender was just that, a turning over of American minds and bodies to do with as the North liked; hence the horrors of Reconstruction. The Southern Whites were essentially reduced to slavery. We are that kind of people.

Thus when Roosevelt demanded unconditional surrender from the Germans it was his intent to murder the entire nation if he chose; we are that kind of people.

Despite Obama’s assurances to the contrary he himself has declared opposition to his rule to come from Domestic Terrorists, his acolyte, Hillary Clinton has disparaged dissidents as a Basket of Deplorables, really having no right to exist. Sorry, Barry, we are that kind of people. Opposition to them is irredeemably bad. The Jew, Noel Ignatiev, and various Negro leaders have demanded the extermination of the White race; therefore setting the staging in place for the extermination of half of the White population. We are that kind of people. We’ve done it before.

The slaughter of Germans by the allies and Soviets in the East, US, Brits and French in the West was incredible, far exceeding any German war crimes. The post-war assault was led by the Jews. While a small percentage of the allied peoples, the so-called war crimes trials were staffed disproportionately with Jews. Even though the Jews first declared war against the Germans, and even though the Jews first called for the extermination of the Germans backed by the full power of the Soviet Union and the US, France and England, as in WWI the Germans were declared the aggressor nation.

Even though the Jews were murdering their so-called British allies throughout the Middle East at the exact same time the war crimes trials were held, even though the Jews in the US sent out teams of man-hunters to track down innocent men and women they deemed anti-Semites in an extra-legal manner the Jews called themselves the victims.

Even though the Jews were punishing Germans they set their man-hunters to punish the US for the ‘crime against humanity’ of not demanding a cessation of hostilities until the entire Jewish population of Europe had been removed from the hostilities to the safety of the US. Their determination to exterminate Whites today is based on this perceived injustice.

As unremitting as ever the Jews deeply resented the German version of the Jud Suss movie. The key Germans were tried and found guilty, some committed suicide, some were hanged outright, somewhat reminiscently of Suss, while some were subjected to cruel and unusual punishments. The children of the German leaders were treated like animals deprived of all humanity, they were not allowed education or the right to live their lives.

Over the decades Jewish man-hunters tracked down totally insignificant German soldiers to be imprisoned or killed by judicial murders. The man-hunters violated all international law and the rights of countries such as Argentina professing themselves to be a holy people above human laws.

Veit Harlan, the director of the superb film Jud Suss was deprived of work and hounded from pillar to post. He had committed no crime for which he could be tried or convicted. The movie Jud Suss was a historical film based on real incidents, in its general outline it differed in no substantial way from the Jews’ own version. History is history and cannot be denied. The Jewish version lauded Suss as a great Jewish hero; the German version condemned him as a great criminal. There was no anti-Semitism so -called.

The Jews merely consider it a crime to criticize them in any way. It is time for the dead past to bury its dead. It is time for the Jews to leave their so-called grievances behind. There are no innocents. The Jews are their own problem. They merit no special handling.

 

 

Is There An Anti-Democratic

Movement In The US?

by

R.E. Prindle

https://newrepublic.com/article/138019/right-giving-democracy

 

My attention was drawn to the above linked article by a Facebook colleague, Michael Sellers. Michael is a Liberal and viewed the article differently than myself who am a historical researcher and hence have no interest in political labels as such. I try to rise above current disputes to put them into a larger or macro historical context. As President Obama says of himself: when they go low I go high.

Thus the article of 10/24/16 by one Jeet Heer entitled The Right Is Giving Up On Democracy seemed to me to be analyzable in a macro context; that is Global rather than parochial. That involves the current problem of the transfers of populations from one area of the globe to another. This usually means from outside Euroamerica to European and North American countries.

As Euroamerica is the gold standard for advanced cultures the migrants come from less developed countries and often from medieval or even primitive cultures centuries behind in modern knowledges. While these migrants appear to adapt to the advanced culture of Euroamerica it is but doubtful they can understand it.

Such is the case with Jeet Heer who wrote the article under consideration. While biographical information is difficult to obtain about Mr. Heer he came from Southern India. He now resides in the Canadian Province of Manitoba, Canada. Whether Mr. Heet was born in Canada or arrived in North America as a young child isn’t clear. At any rate his parents are native to India. Why they chose to leave that beautiful warm country for cold and desolate Canada seems inscrutable but apparently they were dissatisfied with that ancient and lovely culture. Perhaps India wasn’t diverse enough, so they chose to live in the multi-cultural West.

As any trans-national migrant knows, or should know, the transition from being an Indian to an English speaking Canadian would be difficult. However as India was tutored by England over a period of centuries that has melded to some extent Indian and English mores and customs perhaps the Heet family foresaw fewer problems than they experienced. In any event as Mr. Heet says they brought the whole extended Heet family after them.

As the Americas were settled by peoples from outside the continent a certain attitude developed toward immigrants that favors new migrants over older migrants; that is new migrants are allowed to dispossess older migrants in much the same way that the exogenous peoples originally dispossessed the indigenous peoples.

It is no surprise then that Mr. Heet was been made senior editor of the US Communist magazine The New Republic while older migrants perhaps more qualified were passed over. While, from reading Mr. Heet’s work, I am sure there must be more qualified people from an earlier wave of migrants who understand that strange beast, the American psyche, better. I must believe that Mr. Heet is unqualified for the position he enjoys, I don’t see the necessary acumen.

Mr. Heet titles his article: The Right Is Giving Up On Democracy. He does this without realizing the Left’s definition of democracy. He apparently thinks theirs is the only definition while there are many others. In mid-twentieth century US democracy was understood to mean that class distinctions had a minimal effect on any and individual’s right to achieve whatever his abilities permitted. At the three quarter point of the century the Liberal reinterpretation of democracy began to replace the traditional idea.

Democracy since that point has been interpreted to mean that collectives have rights to extort whatever they can to dominate society disregarding individual rights. Each collective is supposed to have a right to a proportional representation regardless of individual ability that displaces merit. Thus the lesser able or qualified displace the meritorious. For instance, since women constitute roughly 50% of the population it is thought right that 50% of all, say, executives must be women regardless of merit if they are not then democracy is being violated.   Racially it is thought that executives must ‘look like’ the population. That is the colored should displace whites regardless of merit. No tests of ability are permitted because that might be discriminatory.   Thus the best will be shunted aside to satisfy ideology. That seems to be how Mr. Heet got his job.

So, he says the right is giving up on democracy, but the Left abandoned democracy long ago. Apparently Mr. Heet cannot recognize that the Leftist president, Barack Obama created an authoritarian dictatorship eight years ago. Obama has rigged the system. He assumes the roles of the executive, legislative and judicial in himself. He was in the process of appointing stooges to the Supreme Court who wouldn’t challenge his preemption of Congress by issuing executive orders because the ‘emergency’ of the moment required it. The Left calls this democracy.

It is no wonder then that the Right realizing that democracy had been aborted began searching for an alternative. Catching this sets Mr. Heet off on his rant. He follows the Leftist rhetoric. Naturally he builds his case on a rejection of his scapegoat Trump. Because in the Third Debate in a provocative question from the Jewish moderator, Chris Wallace, who demanded irrelevantly of Trump whether, as I understood it, Trump would contest the count if it went against him. Trump’s answer was a reasonable, we’ll wait and see. Mr. Heet interpreted the question and answer to mean Trump would lead an armed uprising, hence giving up on democracy.

It was of course a set up question as Hillary answered decidedly Yes. But, of course, if your party were rigging the election in your favor who wouldn’t.

Trump’s answer then prompted Mr. Heet to come to the startling conclusion: ‘As always with Trump the temptation is to interpret this apostasy through the lens of individual psychology.’ [By ‘apostasy’ I presume Mr. Heet means from democracy as though democracy were a religion.]

Heet continues: This diagnosis is easy enough: By discounting the election results beforehand, Trump was preemptively assuming the role of a sore loser, exhibiting an irresponsible peevishness all too characteristic of his runaway narcissism and his sexism….

Whew! He’s got the words but not the rhythm. Sexism? What’s that? Aren’t homosexuals and lesbians sexist by their very nature? Isn’t feminism sexist for the same reason? Aren’t those groups aggressive in their sexism? Are not they narcissistic by definition? You see how Mr. Heet undermines his own argument.

And then…Mr. Heet slams half the country, dividing it into two camps …’and bringing the yahoos of the Republican base along with him.’ The left has a lot of defamatory names for those who disagree with them. Defamation is their mode of argument. Obama called us Domestic Terrorists among many others, racists. Knuckle draggers, that is, I presume, gorillas (gorilla is a racist word in the US, ape, monkey) but the Left don’t pay no mind unless it is used against them.

Then comes another unwarranted assumption: ‘Yet such a personalized account of Trump’s behavior has the effect of letting his political party and supporters off the hook. Not just for supporting him but for sharing his grim view of American democracy.’

Can Mr. Heet support such inflammatory opinions, for that is all they are. I don’t think he has accurately represented me in his blanket condemnation of Trump supporters. But Mr. Heet is just getting started. I’m just hitting the high spots now. Nearly every sentence is wildly wide of the mark.

After excoriating Trump in his first couple pages or four or five hundred words Mr. Heet then turns to the matter of his article’s title, that of the right giving up on democracy. Which of many versions of democracy he doesn’t say but one presumes all democracy but more especially the ‘our’ democracy of the Left.

He does however provide a reason for the Right’s giving up on democracy, he says: ‘Beyond this election, beyond even the fate of the Republican Party, there is a significant minority of Americans who are giving up on democracy because it doesn’t serve their purpose of upholding a white Christian patriarchy.’

If one dissects this sentence one quickly discerns that what we have here is a religious fear. Mr. Heet isolates the religious fear of democracy as a White Christian matter. This begs the question of the fear of democracy of other religions. How exclusive is this fear to Christianity? Certainly the Semitic religions are consumed by fear of democracy they being in essence authoritarian in nature. Does Mr. Heet think that Moslemism is democratic in its beliefs? Surely, he jests. There is no more authoritarian patriarchal religion and government than Moslemism. Has Mr. Heet never heard of ISIS? Need I say more? Nor is the Judaic religion any more democratic than Moslemism. Judaism is the father of Moslemism.

We have no way of knowing whether Mr. Heet is Moslem or Hindu but need I remind Mr. Heet that Hinduism is a caste society where neither equality or democracy has been known for millennia. Mr. Heet must know all this so that isolating Christianity as paternalistic and undemocratic is sheer and total bigotry. Therefore we are right to treat Mr. Heet himself as an unbalanced bigot.

How then ae we to treat Mr. Heet’s ridiculous statement: ‘Trump’s anti-democratic rhetoric- and the eagerness of so many good white patriotic Americans to cheer it and believe it- as a symptom of the larger trend on the political right toward doubting the legitimacy of the American system. The question that we need to be asking isn’t, “Why is Trump being such a jerk?” It’s why is the American Right giving up on democracy?’

Why indeed? Could it be that anti-democratic forces such as the Moslems, the Jews and Negroes have very nearly subverted democracy itself making its maintenance impossible in a multi-cultural environment in which so many of those cultures have no tradition of democracy, don’t understand it and see no reason to maintain it.

While fashionably inveighing against authoritarian government that is the very form of government they wish to impose making themselves the supreme law giving culture. Thus we have the Moslem wish to impose Sharia law in the West, the Jewish wish to impose Jewish law, the Negro wish to impose African supremacy and so on. The chorus of all is that Whites have to submit to their particular mores, laws and culture. Whites simply cannot exist.

Mr. Heet must know this and our Mike Sellers ought to know this. Please abandon the hypocrisy. Democracy is over, murdered by the very people appearing to laud it. Today it is culture against culture, all against one and one against all.

Whites should bloc vote for Trump; it is every culture for itself.   Vote Trump or get on your knees.

 

 

A Beatles Fantasia:

John Lennon In Leather

  R. E. Prindle

 

December 1961: Singer, guitarist and songwriter John Lennon (1940 - 1980) of the British group The Beatles live on stage at the Cavern Club in Matthew Street, Liverpool. (Photo by Evening Standard/Getty Images)

December 1961: Singer, guitarist and songwriter John Lennon (1940 – 1980) of the British group The Beatles live on stage at the Cavern Club in Matthew Street, Liverpool. (Photo by Evening Standard/Getty Images)

Dizzy Dez, a fellow Beatles researcher and internet friend, recently wrote a piece ( https://thenumbernineblog.wordpress.com/2016/09/22/taking-the-world-by-hurricane/   ) about the strange story of Rory Storm and the Hurricanes. Rory Storm led the most popular Liverpool band of the period. He was more important in Liverpool and Frankfurt than the Beatles. Yet, as Diz points out, when all the shouting was over and the dust had settled, the Beatles went unto worldwide fame pulling the best of the Liverpool bands after them, Rory Storm was left out in the cold. He never knew other than Liverpool success.

Just an inconsequential odd fact (except to Rory) that I found interesting but also significant. It was good of Diz to dig this story up, but then, Diz left me with a thought: What if the Beatles’ success had nothing to do with their talent; what if the only reason they found success was a fact that had nothing to do with their musical skills; what if their success depended on a queer’s fascination with one John Lennon?

Consider that Liverpool was an English backwater, a tough , gritty town with little sophistication and small hopes. If you have ever been in the Liverpool/Bristol area you really know what depression is. I was never so happy to leave an area since. I had become acquainted with a bottom surpassing Philadelphia and that is saying a lot.

So, in 1960-62 what you had was a city full of louts, what the English call Yobboes, desperately trying to find some distinction for their lives by playing in rock bands. In 1960 that was a desperate hope indeed. The hope was so desperate that the bands ended up playing before a bunch of rowdies and prostitutes, the underbelly of civilization, in Hamburg’s red light district on the Reeperbahn. Not the place for refined cultured manners. More like changing you from a lout or Yobbo into a super Yobbo. The indications are that the Beatles became very rough.   What the homosexuals call ‘rough trade.’

In any event the Beatles went to Hamburg where they refined their rock n’ roll skills coming back to Liverpool to take their place in the hierarchy of Liverpool bands where they were a sensation although lower in the hierarchy than Rory Storm and his Hurricanes. Still in their locality and in their age and social set they were prominent.

Now, the local record store, NEMS, was managed for the family firm by a young homosexual Jew, Brian Epstein. At the time it was a punishable offence to public morals to be a homosexual so Brian Epstein was quite repressed. Raised on all the Jewish holocaust nonsense he felt like a powerless oppressed Jew. Therefore as a homosexual Jew he favored the rough trade.

Probably having heard the Beatles talked about along their outrageous leader John Lennon, dressed all in black leather, Brian made it down to the local rock emporium, the Cavern, to have a look.

What he saw made his dick throb. There on stage was God’s own Yobbo, John Lennon resplendent in his leather while projecting confidence and totally outrageous. Rough trade on a stick. Gimme dat ding. So, totally smitten Brian has to figure out a way to realize his dream.

It is clear that Brian wasn’t on the make to find a band to promote; for Christ’s sake he had a city full of rock bands to choose from including Liverpool’s number one, Rory Storm and the Hurricanes and he made no effort to sign any. But, suppose he heard of Lennon’s desire to be the toppermost of the poppermost. Perhaps, Brian thought, I’m in the record business, I know execs at the London labels, perhaps if I gave John what he wants he would let me make him mine. Sounded good.

Now, let’s be clear, when Brian approached the London labels there was no interest in the Beatles or any other Liverpool band. There was no reason for any exec to ever even visit Liverpool and perhaps none ever had. Regardless of any talent, that had not yet been demonstrated, the Beatles were not going anywhere. The execs even considered the name stupid; what in the hell does beatle mean? Can’t even spell it right. Brian persisted and if he hadn’t the Beatles would never have had a shot at the bigtime. They would have disappeared the way they came in, unnoticed. The Beatles were going nowhere.

But, and this is the important fact here, Brian had a hard on for John. Bear this in mind, Brian had a tin ear, he could have cared less about the Beatles as a band; he had a hard on for John. And hopefully by making John the toppermost of the poppermost, and this meant only the small market of England, it was inconceivable that any band, let alone an English band, could become a worldwide phenomenon. Whatever happened next was totally serendipitous. Who could have dreamed of worldwide fame and hundreds of millions of dollars.

So Brian signed his Boys, as they say in the managerial parlance, and left for London to put them in a recording contract. Of course NEMS was a major account in the retail record world so Brian got a polite hearing but no real enthusiasm. Probably to get rid of a pest who wouldn’t quit he was allowed an audition. But this was only after making the rounds.

The Beatle’s ended up at EMI’s sub-label Parlophone and had George Martin assigned to them as a producer. While the Beatles had been all the rage on the Reeperbahn of ill fame and the backwater burg of Liverpool, what set the four aflame in those two locations was not so evident in the London recording studio. It was like someone from Poughkeepsie showing up on the Great White Way. George Martin found their musicianship flimsy but something apparently appealed to him about them. Everything about them was off, they still had the aroma of the Reeperbahn, but, the story goes, George was a technical wizard, so somewhat in the way David Seville created Alvin and the Chipmunks George’s wizardry created the Beatles. This is the legend.

The label thought they were hopeless so perhaps as a joke they allowed the Beatles to make ‘I Want To Hold Your Hand’ as a first record. And as with Alvin and the Chipmunks they probably viewed the disc as a novelty record; something along the lines of Mrs. Miller the off key virtuoso.

They were surprised when the record took off. No less surprised than I was when the record was a success in the US. Why the hell does anyone like that I wondered. But I and we were witnessing several seemingly unrelated things: First the song was the first true teenybopper, bubble gum song that soon inspired groups like the Ohio Express and the Lemon Pipers. ‘Yummy, yummy, yummy, I’ve got love in my tummy.’ Remember that inspired tune? A step up from, I Want To Hold Your Hand.

The social conditions were right for the Beatles innocent, probably tongue in cheek, song. The Fifties had been tense what with the Cold War and the Bomb and things were getting more tense. Nerves were frayed. Perhaps a return to innocent pleasures of the young were in order. At any rate after becoming the rage in England Brian had actually jockeyed the Beatles and John into the toppermost of the poppermost in that small sceptered island but after a terrific promo campaign in the US when their plane landed, they hit exactly the right insouciant note at the exact right psychological moment in time. You can’t plan this. Nobody, nobody, could have forecast that. Brian and the Beatle’s ship had come in.

John Lennon had realized his dream in a Spade Royal Flush. The Beatles, words fail me, were on top of the world. The planet’s first globally successful band. They were bigger than Jesus. Oops, when John said that all hell broke loose. Abashed, John announced they would tour no more. When it came to business sense John was lacking but he and the band were only musicians, a ‘hot little band’ as McCartney recently characterized them.

But what about Brian?’ What about Brians’s reward. He had little business sense too and hadn’t been working for the success that came or was prepared for it. Of course John and the rest knew Brian was a poof. Who didn’t except for those who chose not to see. Brian had always been attentive to John in that peculiar way, certainly that hadn’t escaped he leader of the band. He joked about how Brian and the whole record industry was Jewish and queer.

According to Peter Brown in his ‘The Love You Make: An Insider’s Story Of The Beatles’, Brian did get his reward. Brown says that Brian invited John on a holiday in Spain and there John gave him the reward he wanted.

What if the story of the Beatles success had nothing to do with their musicianship, their songwriting, their personalities or anything else but Brian Epstein getting a hard on for a bit of rough trade: John Lennon in leather.

Wouldn’t that make a fabulous movie? Wouldn’t that be as ironical as all get out? It might not be literally true but it can’t be too far from the truth. Forget about poor old Rory Storm and the Hurricanes, history’s forgotten band. Once again, what a movie.

 

 

Opening A Case For The Reexamination

Of  The History Of The Twenties And Thirties

by

R.E. Prindle

 

No period of US history, or world history for that matter, is more misunderstood than the nineteen twenties and thirties. Some reevaluation is beginning to appear but much remains to be done.

In the following two essays I attempt a more accurate understanding of the squabble between the Jews and Henry Ford. You may be shocked, yes, shocked to find that Ford was not in the wrong nor was he an anti-Semitic demon. This is really interesting stuff.

 

https://idynamo.wordpress.com/2013/09/12/henry-ford-and-the-international-jewish-conspiracy/

 

http://reuprindle.blogspot.com/2013/11/henry-ford-and-aaron-sapiro-case.htm

 

https://contemporarynotes.wordpress.com/2013/11/02/part-ii-henry-ford-and-the-aaron-sapiro-case/

 

https://idynamo.wordpress.com/2013/11/24/part-iii-henry-ford-and-the-aaron-sapiro-case/

 

https://contemporarynotes.wordpress.com/2014/01/18/part-iv-henry-ford-and-the-aaron-sapiro-case

 

 

https://idynamo.wordpress.com/2014/02/03/part-v-henry-ford-and-the-aaron-sapiro-case/

 

https://idynamo.wordpress.com/2014/02/19/part-vi-henry-ford-and-the-aaron-sapiro-case/

 

https://idynamo.wordpress.com/2014/07/22/part-viii-henry-ford-and-the-aaron-sapiro-case/

 

 

The Vampyres Of New York

Clip 10

A Novel

by

R.E. Prindle

 

I sat comfortably in my chair with a glass of excellent Cabernet looking benignly at Lessing, Giusti, Barron Cammell and in the speaker’s seat, Max Savings. There was some uneasiness as the Chicago insurrection was still raging, other disturbances were taking place in cities with majority Negro populations. While cause for concern, the concentration of Negroes in urban centers localized the disturbances rather than making them general.

In many other majority Negro areas most of the Negroes had found it expedient to head for the big cities. Thus the Negro-White situation was rather cleanly divided. Of course Manhattan was a different situation. The Negro population had halved over the past three years so while seven and a half percent was still a large population on Manhattan Island their minority status quietened them somewhat while having been expelled from the Aryan areas even those are untouched directly by the gathering storm. The news today had announced the formation of a New Islamic Republic in lower Manhattan so hostilities were imminent from that part of the city.

I think it struck all of us as odd that we were to discuss events that occurred a hundred years ago having little or no reference to today. It seemed rather eerie. Nevertheless Max began:

Max: All of us are old enough for the Bolshevic Revolution to have influenced our lives. Those born in the year 2000, now turning eighteen, may not have even heard of it, or if they have, its irrelevance to them leaves the mention of it forgotten.

Those born after, say, nineteen-eighty are old enough for more to have heard of it and perhaps taken cognizance of it but except for the few more scholarly the Revolution lacks meaning. The names of the participants save Lenin and Stalin have no true meaning to the majority of Americans living. Even the term American now has little real meaning. It is good to have some company tonight who share my interest. Sometimes walking down the street I feel like a time traveler visiting the future or perhaps a transient from a parallel universe, a man from Mars.

So, the greatest heist in History has gone down the memory hole. The theft of the wealth of a great and extensive nation.

The seizure of the government of Russia by the Bolshevics was accomplished by men who had never know power, men who had no experience or notion of governing, no background in economics nor did they ever have any idea of what money is. Thus when they gained power they were astonished to find that civilization was based on money, and they had no idea where money came from. They immediately destroyed the economy, that is the taxation base so that the only liquid wealth they had was the gold reserves and they were running through those fast.

Knowing nothing of relative value they valued the accumulated wealth of centuries at face value not realizing you could flood the market on things of extrinsic value such as jewels and art works but thing of intrinsic value such furs were only used goods that sold at fire sale prices.

Nevertheless they plowed ahead. Since they were murdering the aristocracy the aristocrats grabbed whatever of value was portable and fled the country. Thus, not only were these confiscated goods a drug on the market but for decades they were a drug on the market. The emigres growing more impoverished by the year they sold their jewels and other portable wares while becoming a laughing stock.

Imagine having been the equals in the highest society then walking around in worn out outdated clothes, no money, while being mocked as ‘Count’ if you dared to say who you had been. And then as former autocrats of Russia they were despised and hated as much as the Germans have been since the last quarter of the nineteenth century.

As they walked the streets, warehouses in the new Soviet Union, the name Russia having been obliterated from the maps, were packed with long rows of stolen or ‘appropriated’ fur coats, furniture, painting and any removables of value. Not only did the Soviets steal from the aristocrats but in an anti-Christian frenzy fabulous churches were invaded, priestly vestments, irreplaceable icons, gold and silver vessels, anything, anything of value was removed. The Soviets themselves were then on the same level as the displaced aristocrats. They had miles of stolen goods but no money.

The Money Trust, both gois and Jews, was willing to make loans to them but the amount of money required to maintain the old Russian Empire couldn’t be obtained through loans; loans were just stop gap measures and since the Soviets had no income they couldn’t pay the loans back anyway let alone the interest.

In desperation they took like some Jewish old clothes peddlers to trying to hawk old fur coats, paintings, used furniture. The Soviet Union in many ways was founded on vengeance. As has been said of the Russian Revolution- Where are the Russians? In fact there were few of them. Mostly they came from the subject peoples of the Russians- Letts, Poles, Jews, Georgians, from everywhere but mostly Jews.

As Dostoyevsky sagely remarked in the nineteenth century: The Jews would kill us all if they had us in their power. Well, now the Jews had the Russians in their power and, in fact, they were killing them; those that hadn’t the opportunity or wisdom to flee.

Barron Cammell: Hold It! Hold it! This isn’t going to some anti-Semitic Jew bashing like that one’s over there is it? The Jews! The Jews! Always the Jews! The first to be blamed and last to be forgiven. Show me some proof that even one Jews was involved.

Me: Leon Trotsky.

Barron: Trotsky was a secular Jew; he wasn’t religious. An atheist.

Me: OK. So he was an unreligious, secular, atheist Jew. What does it take to be a Jew in your eyes Barron?

Lessing: Barron! Barron! Let’s not have any outbursts. This is a fraternal society. We can express ourselves freely without rancor.

Max: It’s just history. The fact are easily ascertained.

Me: Barron, it is no more clear than in Russia that the Jews work as a national unit and secondarily as an international people working together in their own interest against all other interests in battle for supremacy. Why then are you offended that Max is placing them in the place and time?

Barron: Oh, shut up, you.

Lessing: Barron, no rudeness now.

Barron: I don’t know why you brought that guy here Lessing. Everything was fine until he showed up.

Hodding Giusti: No, Barron, things were about the same. It was just that no one had investigated anything where the Jews played as prominent a role.

Barron: They certainly did in my report on the Rothschild’s yet I didn’t accuse them of any crimes. I praised their economic acumen.

Hodding: Well, you were very generous to the Rothschilds. You barely touched on how they got their money or how they bent the rules.

Barron: You mean innovated, how they changed the way things were done.

Hodding: Merely another way of saying the same thing although laudatory instead of critical; after all theft is theft and everyone at the time knew it was theft. Time and an eraser have just altered the reality in the mainstream consciousness. A legend or myth has replaced the reality. Such altering of the past was nearly a cottage industry by the time I retired. But, let Max go on.

Lessing: Yes, Barron, after all Max puts a lot of time and effort into his presentations.

Barron: So do we all. Except for him (indicating me) obviously.

Max: I may resume then? Nevertheless, the largest faction of revolutionaries was Jewish or of Jewish origin, since Barron insists that Trotsky wasn’t Jewish for various reasons, hoping to distance them from the mass, as it were. I won’t call it recent research since the obvious has been known since the Tribe arrived at the Finland Station, however only recently, that is a few years ago, have the Jews admitted publicly that they were the engine of the revolution. I hope we can consider that settled.

It can be no coincidence that while thousands of Christian churches were looted or destroyed not one synagogue was touched so that only Russians were expropriated. Needing money and having little except the accumulated things stolen from the nobility and churches, the Soviets determined to convert the stolen things to cash. This was an incredible stash. Whatever the Nazis are said to have appropriated from the Jews was miniscule in proportion while a large part of their wealth was probably fenced goods from the revolution.

I use as my main source Sean McMeekin’s History’s Greatest Heist: The Looting of Russia by the Bolsheviks published in 2009.

As the Jews primarily were responsible for accumulating these trinkets they naturally had the networks in Europe and the US to dispose of the stuff.

Barron: Stop it! Stop it!

Lessing: Barron, please! Have some respect.

Max: Of course as all the stuff was in a legal sense stolen, the Soviet Union itself was acting as the fence. There was opposition in the West to becoming receivers of this stolen merchandise. There certainly were protests from Russian emigres when they could identify items that had belonged to them.

Curiously their claims were disregarded unlike with the Jews after WWII during which claims without a shred of evidence were awarded from items appropriated from the Nazis, different in no way from the Jewish Soviets.

Barron: There is a great deal of difference, somewhere between six and ten million Jews were murdered by Nazi thugs in the Holocaust.

Me: Six to ten? It keeps going up. Let me point out though that the Jews, as a national group, atheist or religious, were complicit in the murder of millions and millions, using your method, Barron, tens of millions of Russian aristocrats and kulaks, simple folks, and whoever didn’t keep their heads down or make it to the border.

Barron: I believe we can lay the blame for that at Stalin’s feet.

Hodding: I don’t believe we can.

Barron: Well, that’s certainly as it is in the historians I read.

Lessing: There are other histories.

Max: May I go on? Thank you. The attempt, as I say, to sell the stuff ran into opposition so that it was necessary to operate underhandedly in which the main operatives were what Henry Ford called the international Jews.

Barron: Name one.

Me: Armand Hammer.

Max: Yes, he was certainly one of the biggest. And what Jews were big buyers, especially for jewels and paintings? This leads us on to wonder how many paintings Jews were reclaiming as theirs had formerly belonged to Russian aristocrats or came from the Hermitage, that is the Czar’s personal stash.

Certainly these selling activities during the twenties were well known to the Nazis so that one might say they had an immediate example perhaps making them believe they were reappropriating Aryan treasures, to use the term. In any event theirs was not a unique crime. Nazi crimes may be considered as an extenuation of Soviet crimes.

Barron: Oh my god!

Lessing: Hush!

Max: One of the main conduits to the US, if not the main conduit was the Jew Armand Hammer. He was quite notorious at the time being resented and hated on a fairly wide scale. While it was forbidden to attack him as a Jew, anti-Semitic, he could be attacked as a Communist or tool of the Communists, which he denied on both counts. Needless to say he denied he was a Communist although his fortune was made by the Soviets.

Even his name, Arm and Hammer, bespoke his father’s politics. Hammer’s fortune was made in the Soviet Union and then he was chosen as the chief conduit to dispose of the aristocrats’ treasures in the United States. Can it be any wonder then that Hammer acquired one of the great art collections in the world for himself. How many other art works were funneled into Jewish art collections such as that of the movie star Edward G. Robinson’s?

Barron: Can you prove that Robinson bought from Hammer?

Max: Not at this time but it does make sense. For instance, David Bazelon who was the Alien Properties Custodian during WWII made Chicago’s Jews, he was a Jew from Chicago, wealthy after the war when he sold whole industries confiscated from the Germans cheap thereby making fortunes, giving Chicago’s Jews great economic power.

Barron: Can you prove that?

Max: Certainly. Those sales are public knowledge and above board.   The government records exist. Hammer’s sales may have been more clandestine although Andrew Mellon’s collection can be traced to Hammer. Mellon’s paintings were eventually given to the US National Gallery where they reside today, unclaimed by any Russian although had they belonged to Jews you can believe they would have been ‘restored’ by now.

Barron: You sound embittered by that.

Max: Indeed I am for crime anywhere is a reflection on me if I hold my silence. Heard that one before Barron? Or, all that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing?

The point is that Hammer’s collection was composed of stolen merchandise of which he was both a fence and receiver that could be traced to the original Russian owners, but neither Hammer nor any of the Jewish buyers who knowingly and gloatingly bought stolen merchandise ever returned it to the rightful owners. All legal actions taken by the rightful owners were thrown out.

Yet, when artworks were taken by the Nazis the Jews demanded that such, under very tenuous evidence of the former ownership, were given to them. Many probably obtained from the Russian hoards.

Even though the Jewish population losses were horrendous, six million are claimed to have fallen in the holocaust alone while other massacres such as Babi Yar and what we might call natural wartime attrition may have claimed a million or two which should have nearly exterminated the whole European Jewish population but miraculously didn’t. Thus, perhaps, using figures wildly eight million or more Jews perished out a possible ten million yet claimants sometimes multiple claimants after 1945 were there to claim anything that might possibly have been owned by Jews.

Barron: Do you depreciate Jewish suffering to concentrate on a few dollars. How heartless.

Max: You can be exasperating Barron. I don’t denigrate anything, both Whites and Jews have been known to kill for a few dollars more. The point I’m trying to make is that the Jews are not long suffering innocents and that on the one hand they conducted according to McMeekin the greatest heist, that is theft, in history and on the other hand play innocent victims. The end I’m trying for, I suppose, is that neither the Germans nor anyone else need feel guilty for causing Jewish suffering anymore than the Jews feel guilty for causing the untold suffering of the European Holocaust endured through two world wars. If Freud and the members of the B’nai B’rith wanted to see Europeans and Europe dead then between two world wars they nearly did. They sought the destruction of Russia and achieved it when Russia was wiped off the map becoming the USSR. As a Union of Republics, the Jews being one, they on paper, at least, achieved autonomy. When it became time to murder the much despised Czar and his family Jews did it.

It seems to me the height of obtuseness to believe the Jews are a holy and innocent people.

Barron: It seems to me that you and that over there lack compassion. I think you’re being heartless and are despicable.

Me: Compassionate? Compassionate? There’s no one more compassionate than me. My heart bleeds for the whole of suffering humanity. All of it not just an infinitesimal part called Jews. I see the suffering of one as representative of the whole. How can anyone be happy knowing that some poor individual somewhere is unhappy, to quote Liberal dogma. What is going on outside our windows as we sit comfortably sipping fine wine is equal to any suffering in the history of the world. I feel their pain but, still, this is excellent wine and they will have to pry my cold dead hands from the stem of this glass before I give it up. There Barron, was that passionate enough for you?

Lessing: Hear, hear! If I feel guilt I’m sure it isn’t too obvious.

Hodding: History shows that the suffering is not evenly distributed over the entire population. Even in the worst suffering some suffer more and some suffer less. I choose to suffer less. Pass that bottle over here.

Lessing: I found your presentation interesting Max. I really wasn’t aware of the confiscation of the material wealth of Russians by the Bolsheviki.

Max: Who said I was finished, but if I am, I suppose I am. It is quite a story. I was driven off my prepared remarks to a large degree by Barron’s vociferations.

Me: You made your point anyway. I rather enjoyed the controversy but then I am a child of controversies. Barron, what’s the problem here? Since you speak of Jews you know there is a collectivity that calls itself Jewish or it would be useless to speak of Jews. If there is such a collectivity then that collectivity must have some identity, some standards of conduct that it acts on. Since the collectivity functions in the external world it must be observable. Right?

Barron: Yes, of course, but that is no reason for Jew bashing.

Me: Well, analyzing those activities, whether the analysis is correct or not doesn’t constitute bashing does it?

Barron: It’s the intent that makes the difference. You are…you are…

Me: Ok, I’ll finish for you: You are an anti-Semite. Right?

Barron: Not me, you are.

Me: Right. I was just finishing the sentence for you. But Max didn’t say anything that wasn’t true did he?

Barron: That’s not the point. The truth is irrelevant. Some things just shouldn’t be said.

Me: The truth is irrelevant? I give up then. When true things can’t be said there is no hope. Civilization falls to the ground.

Lessing: A good report none the less. Let’s call it a night.

 

We all gave as jolly or cordial a good night as possible. Barron even bent a little although avoiding me in his gaze. As I was leaving Lessing asked for a meeting. I said I had to see about my suits from James Carter. I would give him a call after talking to Goldbladder. As I was leaving, my phone rang. It was Ange.

Ange: Partly, Merivale is at the door. I can see him.

Me: How does he look, Ange? Agitated, determined, worried, what?

Ange: Sort of angry, I can’t tell.

Me: Does he have his cell phone visible?

Ange: Yes.

Me: But he’s not trying to use the door speaker?

Ange: I, I, I don’t know

Me: OK. Hold on Ange, I’m going to speak to Lessing for a moment. Don’t hang up. Lessing, Steinberg’s at the condo trying to get Angeline to come to the door. You have his cell number, right? Can you give him a call and advise him he isn’t acting in his best interests?

Lessing: I think so. Ask Angeline to report on his reaction.

Me: Ange. Lessing is calling Steinberg now, keep your eye on the monitor and tell us his reaction.

Lessing: Merivale, Lessing here. We’d appreciate it if you ceased bothering Angeline.

Steinberg: I just want to talk to her Lessing.

Lessing: That isn’t possible Merivale. Angeline is no longer under your control. She is with Perry now. They consider themselves husband and wife. You have already damaged her enough. Be a good fellow and just leave. Go home.

Steinberg: Damn it, Farquhar, I’ve got rights. I…

Lessing: Rights are exactly what you don’t have Merivale. Rights are what you don’t have and actually never have had. I shouldn’t have to tell you that there are serious criminal acts here.

Steinberg: You’re not threatening me, Farquhar, because if you are…

Lessing: Call it what you will, I’m telling you we’ve got you by the shorthairs. Whatever happens you lose.

Steinberg: This is some sort of anti-Semitic trick isn’t it Farquhar?

Lessing: Good God, Steinberg, we’re talking crime, not religion.

Steinberg: Judaism isn’t a religion.

Lessing: Who cares what Judaism is Merivale. Be wise, turn around, get on the elevator and don’t come back.

Ange: He just looked into his phone, Partly. He looked at the elevator and then back at his phone.

Me: Tell him to leave again, Lessing, he’s ambivalent.

Lessing: Angeline doesn’t want to see you Merivale. She’s thinking of calling security; avoid a ruckus and get in the elevator.

Merivale: Fuck you Farquhar. Watch your step.

Ange: Oh, good, Partly, he’s walking back to the elevator. He’s leaving.

Me: Excellent Ange. Have a relaxing cup of tea. I’ll be there within the half hour. Good job, Lessing. I’ll pass a message through Goldbladder this Monday at my fitting.

Lessing: Will Merivale get it?

Me: Oh yeah. Goldbladder will have minutes of this meeting tomorrow. Steinberg within minutes of my fitting.

Lessing: And the minutes of the meeting will come from Barron, you think?

Me: Sure of it. Alright I’ll call you Monday evening to relay what happened. Great reading from Max. See you later.

 

Things are moving very fast now. My own present life has been one of stress that almost makes me dizzy. I have to make an effort to stay calm. On the home front managing Ange is demanding all my powers so that I have to develop a second personality to deal with external matters. My greatest pleasure, reading, has been shot to hell, no time, while squeezing in writing has forced me to reorganize my time usage.

Dealing with the New York situation has me, uh, ‘rising to greatness.’ I’m learning to delegate whatever can be delegated and hope for success.   Cooperating in an unprecedented emergency has been high. The ethnic cleansing of our area goes more smoothly than might be expected. The major problem is our people who have been conditioned to sacrifice their interests to others and who resist the expulsion of Negroes, Moslems and others. In order to discourage others some of these fanatics have been excommunicated , expelled North into Negroland or South into Moslemland. Tribeca being somewhere between is a mad confusion of peoples. Obviously the American Experiment has hit the rocks.

Saturday and Sunday morning then I spent working with Ragnar and his gym crew and delegations working out governmental problems within our community, maintaining Western Civilization as best we can. It’s sort of like the frontier of the nineteenth century. This is not easy. Afternoons I spent with Ange. While we consider ourselves married we still have to get to know each other.

Central Park is now safe so we spent Saturday strolling the lanes and exchanging confidences about ourselves to each other. Ange is more lovely than I could have hoped for, beautiful in mind and body.

Sunday we combined romancing with touring community neighborhoods to get some firsthand knowledge of how things are shaping up. Unsettled to say the least but people seemed to be concerned for themselves and each other. Transitioning from one state of being to another isn’t easy. So far, so good.

Then Monday was the day for my fitting. Everything going to hell but business as usual. Have to remain centered. Amazingly, amongst the growing chaos the stock market is holding up well. Instead of losing I’ve actually gained a few points in my investments. Of course I have to be nimble. Amidst all this nonsense I find myself plotting my investments. Well, life goes on, nothing stops for tea.

Our area was well below forty-fifth street so there was no problem getting from Tribeca to forty-fifth although I did have to cross the border from Tribeca into Whitelands. Our armed troops were patrolling the streets.

Me: Any problems getting gas, Ragnar?

Ragnar: No. All deliveries are flowing through without any problems. We are getting food shipments from Jersey both through the tunnels and across the Hudson. No interference through the Bronx as yet. Our membership has been growing which we have been able to accommodate so far through expulsion of others but as we’re prepared for trouble Bronxside we’re organized to invade if necessary. It would be nice to have Columbia in our fold.

Me: What does Lessing say about Obama?

Ragnar: So far DC is in a dither. Fires burning in too many places for them to wrap their heads around. Incredibly they were so confident in their agenda that they had no clue this was coming. You’ve probably noticed the jets and copters overhead but so far they’re only making noise. Lessing says they are calling in troops from NATO and other places as our troops are depleted here in the US, or what used to be the US, but where they will deploy first we don’t know.

Me: Yeah, well, I’ve got more important fish to fry just now. I’ve got suits to fit.

Ragnar: I sure hope you can handle it, Boss.

Me: Might not be the highest assignment but I’ll be better dressed for one now.

Ragnar: Especially in hot pink.

Me: You spying on me Ragnar?

Ragnar: Word gets around. Not everyone in town wears a hot pink suit with matching hat and shoes. People do talk.

Me: Yeah? Well I’m going to have a little pink mask too. Fantomas in splendor.

I hopped out of the limo, entered and mounted the staircase. Let’s see what Abe is up to.

Abe: You’re on time as usual, I see.

Me: I’m pretty consistent Abe. Time is money and all that.

Abe: According to Freud so is shit.

Me: Ah ha, ha. Well he’d know better about that than me. However I am willing to pay in kind if you like Abe.

Abe: That was just a bad joke. We’re sticking to your card.

Me: Great. So how close are we to getting the suits?

Abe: This might be the last fitting. Here let me show you something. Check out these shoes, this hat, and these gloves.

Me: I didn’t order gloves.

Abe: No, but I knew you’d want them. Look at this matching hot pink to go with the suiting.

Me: But they’re not fluorescent Abe.

Abe: Get out of here ungrateful One. Do you have any idea how much work this has been?

Me: No, but I have an idea what it’s going to cost. Remember I don’t have a first born.

Abe: We know. By the way how did it go at the whatchamaycallit club you belong to go.

Me: Something tells me you can tell me Abe.

Abe: Do you think we have the place wired or something?

Me: Something.

Abe: What would that something be?

Me: Not what Abe, who.

Abe: Oh, I see.

Me: Sure you do. So what did you boys think of Max’s presentation.

Abe: We thought it was anti-Semitic. We’re beginning to think you guys are Nazis as well.

Me: Paranoia becomes you Abe. Max is an historical researcher he simply reported what was true. We’re true historians Abe. We don’t distort the facts to fit an agenda. You have only yourselves to blame.

Abe: Sometimes the truth doesn’t have to be revealed.

Me: The other night wasn’t one of them. So what else is bugging you Abe?

Abe: We know you’re Nazis because your goons are forcing we Jews out of Little America or whatever you call your enclave. That is anti-Semitism and it has to stop.

Me: Nobody is forcing anybody to leave Abe. Those Jews you referred to wanted to be in Brooklyn in your national colony there. You aren’t going to deny that Brooklyn is a Jewish colony are you?

Abe: How would you like it if we forced Whites out of Brooklyn?

Me: We’d love it Abe, almost pay you to do it but we’d still make a big noise about it, just to put you in a bad light. Times have changed Abe, national lines have been drawn. Anti-Semitism doesn’t have the meaning it did anymore.

Abe: A big noise hey? Wait till you see the new issue of New York magazine. By the way, I see you people have started a new magazine, the New York Beobachter, is that what it’s called?

Me: I’ve always like your sense of humor Abe. No, it’s the New York Intelligencer. We have two hundred and thirty-four subscribers already. We expect to double that shortly.

Abe: I suppose you write that crap?

Me: No, Abe. I haven’t contributed as yet. So far we’ve used stringers to report local events and analyses plus relying on letters to the editor. So far, so good. Want to take a bundle of a hundred back to Brooklyn?

Abe: I don’t live in Brooklyn; I live in Manhattan.

Me: Really? Where abouts?

Abe: Not too far from you I imagine in what we call the Tribeca Free State.

Me: Yucka, yucka, Tribeca Free State, that’s good Abe. Well then, it’s either Brooklyn or the Free State for your emigres but they will have to move; we’re not much on diversity from embedded elements, we have enough problems with our own of various backgrounds.

So, is this the last fitting before delivery Abe?

Abe: There will be a last touch up to make sure everything is true. That’s next for all your suits. Make an appointment.

 

I did. As I entered the apartment Angeline greeted me breathlessly to announce: Partly, I just got a call from Lady and they’re coming back now. All hell broke loose in Europe. They were lucky to catch the last plane out.

Me: Damn. I suppose that will bring the stock market down, at least temporarily. Well, where are they now?

Ange: She said they were a couple hours out. They should be here tonight.

Me: You’ve got everything spic and span, no problem there. Just a minute while I call Ragnar to let him know.

Ragnar, we just received news that Lady and Miles will be back in a couple hours.

Ragnar: I know, they called. I’m on my way now.

Me: Ragnar already knew. He’s on his way. We’re shipshape here. Cook something up in case they’re hungry.

Ange: Lady didn’t sound very happy I was here.

Me: I’m sure she was surprised. She had no reason to suspect I would marry.

Ange. It didn’t sound like that. There was a note of disapproval in her voice. Maybe she thinks I’m not worthy.

Me: Honey, nobody’s opinion but mine counts. I know your worth, I know the criminal acts that were committed on you. There is no better person in the world than you, however the career of Angeline II, of which you are still not totally aware is still out there; for many people that is the only Angeline Gower they know. We don’t know but perhaps Miles attended one of those parties and, well, who knows? Be prepared for the worst but we can’t let that affect us.

Ange: But Partly, I don’t want you to be hurt.

Me: Honey, nothing can hurt me. I am proof to the world. I know how things function. Let me call Lessing to see if he knows. Lessing…

Lessing: I’m on my way. Hold the fort.

Lessing is on the way Ange, everything is under control. We can only wait.

When the keys began turning in the locks Lessing, Ange and I were in our places and ready. The early return was obviously due to the eruption of the Moslems in France and the incursion from Germany to the East. We should soon have some details.

Lessing: There’s the keys. I’ll go open the inner door.

 

The Carmichaels literally burst through the door in high agitation.

Lady: You can’t believe the turmoil over there. France is in flames from Marseilles to the Belgian border; Belgium is in flames. They are looting, burning and killing on all sides. They are every where, everywhere, Notre Dame was blown sky high. Churches everywhere are being blown up or burned. The clergy are being murdered. The uprisings are in all parts of France. While the army has been mobilized to combat the invaders from Germany, the troops are ambushed from all sides.

Good God, never in my lifetime, never in my lifetime did I believe something like this could happen.

Me: (clearing my throat) Welcome back to the Tribeca Free State Miles and Lady.

I said nothing but I had written that this exact same thing would happen. At my age I didn’t know whether it would happen in my lifetime but anyone who followed EU policies could see it coming.

Miles: Tribeca Free State? What are you talking about?

Lessing: Well, Miles, things have been happening here too. Manhattan is now several different States. You have the Moslem Caliphate in Lower Manhattan, the Tribeca Free State here, the New American Republic in mid-Island both East and West, the African Chieftanship in Upper Manhattan and the Bronx. So things are different. And then there’s the Orthodox Hebrew Theocracy in Brooklyn, Queens isn’t clear and we haven’t heard much from Staten Island but it appears it might be Whiteland.

Miles: Egad! The Tribeca Free State! Why that?

Lessing: Nobody is so dominant that it can be claimed but we’re doing our best to get it into the New American Republic.

Lady: Well, at least the lights are still on.

Me: Yes, we were able to seize control of the grid. We’re using it to try to freeze out the Moslems. They have no power at all, of course, that has raised some havoc with Wall Street but they can always go back . Once we cut off their water they will have to vacate. That adds to the woes of Staten Island and Long Island, New Jersey but it’s unavoidable.

Miles: So war is going on here too?

Lessing: Yes, Miles, you might call it a phony war as so far there hasn’t been too much shooting; we’re all still sparring with each other, waiting to see what Obama will do. So far, we assume he’s ‘assessing the situation.’

Lady: My God, is it the end of the world?

Me: It is certainly the end of civilization as we’ve known it. But then that began back at 9/11, now we’re really into it. But, you said something about Merkel inciting it.

Lady: Yes. Over there they think Merkel had the plan when she admitted all those Moslems in ’15 and ’16. The French think it’s a continuation of the Nazis. They think Merkel is rearming Germany and once the Moslems are out of Germany with France in total turmoil Germany will attack Moslem France and begin the conquest of Europe.

Me: Far out! Crazy little Mama Merkel. Who would have believed it. I suppose the Moslems are smashing the wine stores.

Lady: Yes, of course, but what a thing to mention.

Me: Damn.

Lessing: Ata boy, Perry, first things first.

Lady: Now that you mention it Perry I’m afraid that you and that woman will have to vacate the apartment. We’re sorry our agreement isn’t viable. Force majeure. You do understand, don’t you?

Me: Of course, Lady. Angeline has her own condo so we’ll move over there. We’ll pack and leave tomorrow. I can assure you I have no objection and no regrets. I can’t thank you enough for a very wonderful experience. I’m sure Lessing can fill you in after you’ve recovered from your flight and as we are all fighting the good fight I hope we can be friends and associates.

Lady: I’m sure we can Perry. But, I’d prefer you spent the night at…her…apartment and pick up your things tomorrow.

Me: Certainly. I understand fully and as I say Lessing will fill you in later. We’ll take our leave then.

Lessing: give me a minute Perry and we can go uptown together if you like.

Me: Sounds good Lessing. Alright with you Ange?

Ange: (suppressing a sob) Yes. I’m yours Partly.

 

Proceed to Vol. I, Clip 11