August 15, 2016
The Vampyres Of New York
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!
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?
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?
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.
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
May 31, 2016
The Vampyres Of New York
Vol. I, Clip 8
Ange: Partly, I tremble when I think about growing up in a country fraught with dangers I could never conceive as a child. For me my life has been an amusement park House of Horrors. The adaptations I have made to survive terrorize me. I haven’t been able to sleep well because of horrifying nightmares. Perhaps that is why I went catatonic as you say. I’m alone, or I was, and defenseless against forces I can neither evade or control. Life is a nightmare with that bastard Adelstein hounding me, demanding what I don’t want to give and he is the most powerful judge in New York.
You want me to tell you my story and I’m almost in tears thinking back to my girlhood. As you know I was born in nineteen forty-eight; that was in Orange County, California during the Gidget and surfing days. It was all oranges, sun and water, a near paradise.
Me: So you became aware somewhen around nineteen sixty.
Ange: Yes, and my parents got divorced at the same time. I was an only child and so I went with my mother. I don’t know what she was thinking when she divorced my father. He took care of her. She was a beautiful airhead and at the risk of being vulgar she didn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground. Men flocked to her and she couldn’t handle herself at all. It was horrible. Finally my father put me in Warren’s Finishing or I don’t know how I would have made it through my childhood.
Fortunately my father stuck with me. After Warren’s I went to UCLA and from there believe it or not, I graduated from Harvard Law School. That was in nineteen seventy-six.
As you may believe I was very good looking and had this amazing chest and you know what it was like in the Sixties, Seventies and Eighties.
Me: Only hearsay. I was married. Since then, of course, I’ve done a lot of reading. UCLA. You missed the Really Big Shoo up at UC but you must have around for Sunset strip in the Sixties. Sex, drugs and rock and roll and all that . How did you survive that?
Ange: You were up in Northern Oregon at that time?
Me: My wife and I left the Bay Area in sixty-six for grad school in Eugene then I opened a record store that became very successful. LA was the record capital of the world so I spent maybe three or four weeks a year on business in LA. I caught some of it but more from the fringe. I felt threatened too, perhaps in a different way but for me the terror started in Sixty and never let up until I got clear in about two thousand five. It was hard, hard travelin’ through those years. I can tell you stories.
Ange: Yes. I wish that Pill had never been invented. Of course as a silly young woman I had to have it.
Me: They beat the drums loudly, didn’t they? The Pill, the drugs, the disintegration of society; there was no safe place.
Ange: The drugs! I can’t tell you how many women I saw destroyed by some joker with cocaine. My father warned me about drugs and thank god I listened to him. Not that I didn’t do them a little, but on top of Dad’s warning I had a strange inhibition as though some hand prevented me from taking them.
Me: Really? That is strange. But, tell me, you were twelve in sixty, eighteen in sixty-eight just as things really got rolling. You say you lost your virginity in sixty-six. Was your mother from Michigan? Did you grow up in Michigan?
Ange: I was born in Battle Creek but we moved to Orange County shortly after. Have you ever been to Battle Creek?
Me: Yes, relatives there.
Ange: That’s where mother got in trouble. Some boy seduced her when she was sixteen and I was born when she was seventeen. My grand parents were horrified. They took me from her and raised me while they banished mother as a disgrace to them. That’s when she went up to the Grand Traverse where she met you or this other you. She was allowed to come back shortly after you left when I met her for the first time. She married father and we left for California.
She used to speak to me of ‘that boy’ often. She could never understand why you left without saying goodbye. Why did you?
Me: I have often thought about this Ange with an aching heart. You see, I had a broken wing and your mother had a broken wing. To salve her hurt she took to injured and things with broken wings. Toward the end she came across a deer injured by a hunter. She brought it to her cabin where she lavished all her attention on it bringing it back to health.
Then, one day, when it had recovered it looked at her with those big doe eyes lowered its head and walked away, disappearing into the forest. I thought, I don’t know what I thought, I was far from healed but I knew I that to leave too and so I just disappeared too.
I’ve always been ashamed of that but still I had no choice. In order to survive I had to cross the straits and disappear into the UP.
Ange: Where did you go?
Me: Oh, I don’t know. It’s all a blank space. The next thing I knew was that I was in Madison Wisconsin. I was already in the Naval Reserve so not knowing what to do I went active for three years and when I came out I was beginning to become Partly Wright. The name wasn’t really my mother’s joke, it was mine.
So, how did a young girl like you react to the Sixties. It was a pretty strange time. Strange Days like Morrison sang.
Ange: The Sixties pretty much passed over me. I was boarded at Warren’s most of the time so I was pretty insulated. At UCLA I spent most of my time in classes. Other than listening to a few records I don’t remember being too involved in what was going on and then I left for Harvard.
Me: From the West Coast to Boston. That must have been culture shock.
Ange: Talk about culture shock! I learned a thing or two at Harvard apart from law.
Me: I can imagine. And then you came down to the Big Bagel and then what.
Ange: Well, I had good grades, finished in the top ten percent, passed the Bar and was recruited off the lot by a middling level firm did well and was then taken by Barton, Adler, Adelstein and Dollop, a top firm.
Me: Adelstein? Is that where you met this Merivale Adelstein character.
Ange: Yes. A black spot in my life that, that I will never be able to erase.
Me: Oh, sure you will, I can erase that for you but tell me but this BAAD
Firm. A black spot. What exactly is your grievance, Angeline?
Ange: I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it but every time he leaves I have this revolting feeling and I hate him. I always have to take a shower.
Me: Every time he leaves. Yes, I think I see. So you are aware of his coming and going but not what happens while he’s with you, is that right?
Ange: Well, I never thought of it before but no, I don’t remember anything between his coming and going, it’s just a black spot, and I always feel dirty.
Me: Hmm. And this list of women you gave me. How did you know them?
Ange: Oh, we all worked at BAAD.
Me: Let me guess. You were all blond and attractive.
Ange: Yes, either natural or peroxide.
Me: And why did you leave the old firm…what was it called?
Ange: Gorden, Oils, Oswald and Dustbin.
Me: I see, so you went from GOOD to BAAD. Why did you go to BAAD?
Ange: Well Merivale made me an offer I just couldn’t refuse; it was nearly double what I was getting at GOOD.
Me: How about that. Very nice offer. So he was impressed by your work at GOOD?
Ange: That was the funny thing. He never checked. I thought it must have been because I was from Harvard.
Me: Well now, these women hired at BAAD, did they all get real nice salaries too?
Ange: Oh yes, BAAD paid its women well. Even the receptionist made a fabulous wage for a receptionist. It was nearly a dream.
Me: I think it was a dream Ange. Do you know what a Monarch slave is my darling girl?
Me: I’m beginning to understand your situation at BAAD.
Ange: You mean catalepsy?
Me. If you prefer. I’m going out on a limb here but you know what hypnotism is don’t you?
Ange: Of course. What do you mean?
Me: Umm, I don’t know how they did this. By any chance did the firm require you to see their doctor for a physical exam?
Ange: Yes, we all did, Dr. Wormowitz.
Me: Right! And was Adelstein the only Jew at BAAD.
Ange: Well, Partly, I’m not prejudiced or an anti-Semite so I don’t look for that but yes, now that you mention it Jews might have been half or more of the attorneys.
Me: And the attorney’s you knew best were all more or less chummy with Adelstein and you women were all Anglos, perhaps?
Ange: Partly, I don’t know what you’re getting at.
Me: I will tell you Ange. In your present state of mind you might not find what I have to say believable. Just listen, ask questions if you need to, think it over, that is, sleep on it and then we will see if it applies to your situation.
I think what we’ve got here is a problem in psychology. Hypnotism and suggestion. That’s a problem society is unwilling to address and of which most people have little to no awareness.
In the nineteenth and early twentieth century when thinkers began to develop a rational understanding of mental processes the discipline was co-opted by a Viennese Jew, Sigmund Freud, who then began perverting psychology through psycho-analysis for Jewish national ends.
I am not opposed to psycho-analysis per se, Ange, in fact I use it for the basis of my understanding of the mind, but a discipline can be used for good or evil and psychoanalysis has been organized for evil ends; not all practitioners are guilty and may even not be aware of the ends others are seeking.
Freud himself developed little merely adapting and organizing what other researchers had discovered while taking all the credit and suppressing the others. Two very influential in the development of Freud’s program were the Frenchman Gustave LeBon and the Russian Ivan Pavlov. LeBon gave Freud the key to mass hypnosis while Pavlov showed him how to master indoctrination and conditioning.
Freud was fortunate in having developed his program, I won’t call it a theory, just as the great hypnotic media of movies, sound recordings, radio and later TV came into existence, all developed by gois. Thus the means for a blanketing dissemination of propaganda came into existence making his program possible.
As a Jew Freud hated the European civilization that had made the Jewish ideology obsolete and like his hero the Carthaginian General Hannibal who ravaged Rome he wished condign punishment on Europe and Europeans. As a field of battle he chose European mores and morals and by extension North America.
Freud’s rise also coincided with the years of projected Jewish redemption that the Elders Of Zion had scheduled for nineteen thirteen to nineteen twenty-eight. Freud made himself a leading light of the redemption, one might almost say its Messiah. This is clear if you read his collected works aright.
The redemption was going along swimmingly. In Europe the Great War worked to the advantage of the Jewish people. Heavily represented, very influential, at the Paris Peace Conference they achieved signal goals in Europe, especially in the German Weimar Republic that Jews consider the high mark in achieving their goals. In the new Soviet Union they had replaced the Russians as the directing force in government. The native Russians essentially became Monarch slaves.
While Jews practically owned the Wilson government in the United States their plans hit a snag when the Republicans won the nineteen twenty election. At the same time in reaction to their success in Washington during the war Henry Ford began his expose of their anti-American activities that lasted for seven years. The Republican Interregnum endured until nineteen thirty-three when their Democratic stooge, Franklin Roosevelt, regained the presidency.
Then, just as it seemed that success was in reach from the US to the Soviet Union, the Big Clinker showed up in Germany overturning the Weimar Republic and upsetting their plans of capturing Euroamerica. If not the whole story this overturning of the Weimar Republic caused their rage against Hitler compounded by what they would call his anti-Semitism.
Now arising in America during the Great War as a publicist, Freud’s nephew, his wife’s cousin, Edward Bernays, had established his career as a leading Public Relations and advertising man. He had visited his uncle a couple times receiving indoctrination from him. The Jews considered Hitler’s German triumph as evidence of the basic irrationality of the Demos when left to their own devices. Therefore the Demos had to be hedged out, that is controlled so as to remove any threat to the Jews.
As Freud’s agent in the US, much as August Belmont had been the Rothschild’s, Bernays acted to blunt the will of the Demos. As he expressed it a rational elite had to take direction of the Demos to prevent another irrational outburst as had happened in Germany. In his position of Public Relations and advertising he was able to slant advertising to achieve mind control advancing those controls. By the Sixties Jews had captured, for all practical purposes, the advertising industry managing the direction of advertising content.
To set the scene wholly, when Hitler displaced the Weimar Republic he also displaced the whole of Freud’s subversive Psycho-analytic Order. While psycho-analysis was based or disguised as science it was set up as an Order along the lines Medieval Chivalry. Thus the Order’s goals were political rather than medical.
The displaced Psycho-analytic Order, as well as other orders such as the Frankfurt School almost entirely re-located in the United States, mostly in New York and Hollywood, the two most important Jewish colonies in the US. While the gois had a visceral reaction to psycho-analysis it prospered mightily until by the Fifties and Sixties it dominated intellectual attitudes.
That’s a brief history of Freudianism for our purposes Ange. Now, if you haven’t any questions we’ll go on to the application of Freudianism in the US situation.
Ange: This is different than anything I’ve ever heard Partly, where have you read this? Especially the part about the what?, the Jewish redemption?
Me: I am an historian Angeline. The history you and the public read is heavily redacted and edited for Jewish purposes, one might say a conditioning of the mind. Nearly all of it is written by Jews or vetted by them. Thus only a homogenized version of history favoring Jewish goals is made available. Any exposure of its falsity is punished.
The major Jewish actors of the twentieth century are virtually unknown although their influence on the period was immense. I doubt if you have even heard of the most prominent Jewish actor of the period, Bernard Baruch.
Ange: Not that I remember.
Me: I thought that would be the case yet he was known as the advisor of presidents from Wilson to Eisenhower. You may have heard of Felix Frankfurter but I doubt if you know anything but the name.
Ange: Hm, no, not even the name.
Me: Felix is down the memory whole then too. He was as influential as Baruch. Tsk, tsk. Well, historically the Jews have functioned as an autonomous or near autonomous and separate nation within the nations and heavily influenced the Paris peace talks of WWI to place themselves in a very advantageous position vis-à-vis the Europeans. The talks enabled them to virtually takeover Weimar Germany.
In the US they were actually depicted as having their capital in New York City while the American capital was in Washington DC. Thus if you treat them as an autonomous nation working for their own interests as against those of the Americans you get a different and more accurate picture of the period than if you merely read what you are intended to and not read what is forbidden. Right?
Ange: I, well, I suppose so.
Me: What I tell you is true. So, that’s the bare bones of the history of the period. I have lots of corroborating evidence in my blog articles. You can read them if you want. So, now, leading into your situation.
As I say, Freud wanted to destroy and change the moral order of Europe. Having spent some time with Jean-Martin Charcot at the Salpetriere in Paris and with the important hypnosis developers Liebeault and Bernstein at Nancy as well as reading LeBon Freud acquired the means to undermine the mental state of Europeans while he developed his method. This is why the Nazis burned his books; they knew what he had done and what he was up to. These were all defensive moves.
His first assault was to attack the dream mechanism and put the understanding of dreams on a sound basis. This was actually a signal service but very unsettling to conventional understanding. Significantly his motto for the Dream book which while from a quote from Vergil in Latin essentially said that if he couldn’t make it in the gentile world he would create a hell and destroy them. You may think this is a stretcher but fourteen years later the Great War erupted that gutted the manhood of the Aryans.
I think the actual translation is closer to if the gods wouldn’t help him he would resort to Satan. And he did. Satan triumphed in nineteen sixty-six when Time Magazine asked on its cover: Is God Dead?
You might think that’s a stretcher too, but as Gustavus Myers said of his History Of the Great American Fortunes, it’s all facts, all facts.
Freud’s Dream book was not an immediate success but its sales volume grew year by year. As Freud recognized Dreams slipped the subconscious and had to be interpreted in that light. He also realized that life revolved around sex although he misinterpreted the meaning of sex, and he knew how disturbing the sexual act is. Emphasizing sex was a perfect way to unsettle society.
Europe’s efforts for two thousand years had been to get the sex impulse under control. They had succeeded to some extent, probably as much as could be done but Freud wanted to and did release the sex impulse to full indulgence. His Three Essays On The Theory Of Sexuality in which he defended homosexuality and proposed childhood sexuality threw the gois into a tizzy knocking them off center. These are legitimate topics of research but Freud always approached these things from the smutty side. As D.H. Lawrence noted Freud wasn’t trying to reform morality his goal was to destroy it. Sex being the potent disturber, he made his assault on the European vision of Woman that put her on a pedestal. The attack was fierce; he wanted to make a wanton of Woman, sluts and in the Sixties that was achieved. It was laughingly referred to by the knowing as ‘women’s liberation.’ Ask yourself, and Ange I wasn’t thinking, who benefited?
It was also necessary to disarm the goi so that there would be little or no resistance. This was a two pronged attack. The first was to induce guilt for thinking ill, or realistically, about Jews. For this the notion of anti-Semitism was exploited. In control of the media the Jews were always eulogized while it was forbidden to call attention to, for instance, Jewish criminality which by the way they now celebrate, while on the other hand goish faults were dwelt upon.
The Jewish Order of B’nai B’rith organized its terrorist arm to seek out any offenders and if they didn’t heed the warning they would hurt. For small fry this worked well but when the virtually immune Henry Ford appeared on the scene the Jews really had to exercise their powers. It took twenty years but by nineteen forty Ford was on the edge of bankruptcy. The government and most of society had been organized against him. Rust never sleeps and the Jews never desist.
Freud discovered cocaine in the eighteen eighties becoming something of an addict at the time while destroying a few lives by pushing it. He learned firsthand of the power of such a morality dissolvent and what it did to the mind.
His drug years are usually glossed over while it is said that he kicked the habit. Maybe. But how many do? I’m convinced that he remained a user all his life although he obviously brought his use under control.
Nevertheless, in the twenties, having discovered the effects of heroin the Jewish New York gangster Arnold Rothstein organized the heroin trade on a commercial basis. Of course most if not all drugs were legal until nineteen ten and hop heads, as they were known at the time, had always been around but now began a concerted effort to promote heroin use.
There were also synthetic drugs such as amphetamines. Amphetamines were synthesized in the 1890s. Strangely enough in the first thirty years of the century vitamins, previously unknown, were discovered. This led for some strange reason to the combination of amphetamines and vitamins into a feel good cocktail. It was believed that the vitamins neutralized the harmful effects of the drug.
Somewhen about nineteen thirty a Jew by the name of Max Jacobson claimed to have invented the potent mix. Max isn’t particularly reliable so he may have or he may have picked up the idea from someone else. In any event flushed out of Germany he showed up on America’s hospitable shores with his vial in his hand. By nineteen sixty he was medicating a large portion of New York City.
Numerous other drugs and psychedelics were synthesized over the forties and Fifties so that by the Sixties the cornucopia of mood elevators and depressants were legion. Many of these new stimulants were legal through most of the Sixties.
Lurking behind this was the development of the understanding of hypnosis, suggestion and post-hypnotic suggestion which is what you experienced if I’m correct Ange. The mothers of mind control. The Holy Grail of what many people sought for many various reasons.
You remember, Ange, that the Jews speaking through Eddie Bernays thought that an elite, that is a code for themselves, had to control the mass psyche to prevent them from aberrant behavior, code for anti-Semitism. The method would have to be through suggestion, indoctrination and conditioning.
If you examine the media through that lens it is easy to see how they manipulate the mass psyche. TV, movies and records are the key media and those have always been Jewish owned and controlled. If you watch the internet for your news you will quickly become aware of what the programmers want you to think. Deviate and society itself will correct you as the conditioning also teaches one to reject any unauthorized opinions.
However, specialists want more complete control. Thus the operators emphasizing indoctrination and conditioning go directly into the mind compelling the subject to delete old memories and opinions and replacing them with induced memories and opinions. This is facilitated by suggestion under hypnosis and post-hypnotic suggestion. Once the suggestion is accepted by the mind at any time in the future the suggestion will be performed. If you’ve seen the Manchurian Candidate you know how it’s done. A trigger word or gesture over the phone or anywhere will activate the suggestion.
The North Koreans used what was then called brainwashing during the Korean War on POWs to get them to renounce their allegiance to the US. The CIA under that strange one, Allen Dulles, experimented extensively. By the Sixties using sex, drugs and the media all highly hypnotically suggestive repeated over and over means the Jews were well on the way to conquering the mind of America; a truly remarkable conquest.
The Pill removed the fear of pregnancy, hence sex ‘liberated’ woman but also turned her into a piece of meat. Then in sixty-two Betty Friedan, a Jew, delivered the coup de grace to the Chivalric conception of Woman with her book The Feminine Mystique. By rejecting the Mystique or Chivalric approach, that women did, they were delivered to the meat market. As the Negroes said they were holes or ho’s to be used and discarded. This was especially clear in the world’s meat market, New York City. The Vampyres of New York had arrived fangs bared.
As I mentioned, in nineteen sixty-six Time Magazine signaled the changing of the guard when its cover blared Is God Dead? That created quite an uproar at the time, quickly obscured as time rushed on. It might be coincidence or it might be the Freudian plan unfolding but Time Magazine being published in New York City, the largest colony of Jews in the world was always if not controlled, majorally influenced by Jews as was the publishing industry in general.
No surprise then that in sixty-six Ira Levin, a Jew, published his novel Rosemary’s Baby. Rosemary was of course impregnated by Satan giving birth to his baby Andy in imitation of Mary and Jesus. Thus Satanism replaced Christianity. Roman Polansky the movie director, a Jew, immediately set about turning the book into a movie that was a smash hit in sixty-eight. Polansky made very few, possibly no changes, to the story. After Rosemary’s Baby the whole movie industry became Satanic. That would have been when you were sixteen and eighteen Ange. You are probably familiar with The Exorcist and the flood of movies of the kind.
Ange: Yes I am. That movie horrified me. I have even seen Rosemary’s Baby but I just thought it was a movie. But, I think I can see how society did change from God centered to Satan centered now that you’ve explained it. But except in a general way how does that apply to me?
Me: It sets the stage for what I am going to suggest happened to you Ange. Once you changed employers from GOOD to BAAD I think you must have some memory black outs, blank spots once you get to BAAD. Would that be correct?
Ange: Well…there are things I can’t explain, like waking up sore all over without being able to explain it as I couldn’t remember how it might have happened. At times even though awake I thought I was sleepwalking.
Me: Yes. I am probably right then. Now you must understand Angeline that on sexual matters I don’t follow the Liberal agenda. I find feminism puerile, self-serving and unrealistic. Sex matters are totally dependent on biology. Nature has created what nature has created no tinkering can change that and certain consequences have fallen out of that creation that cannot be denied. Because men have an Xy chromosome they are more or less self-sufficient; because women have the other two X chromosomes they are more dependent. Men are stronger, women are less strong. In point of fact men have no other use for women other than sexual and perhaps as beasts of burden. That may sound rude but if women had no sexual use but remained women they would be superfluous to men. However as women are conscious and intelligent beings men have to make certain concessions to them to maintain harmony. We call that Love.
There have been ways attempted around those concessions however, for instance, the harem in which a rich or important man gathers a group of women about him distributing his favors by his own peculiar method. As with all solutions there are unintended consequences, expense being a major one and the envy of other males another although to be surrounded by women is enervating.
Another solution most famously tried on slave plantations of the West Indies was to select favored females and then bringing them up with their every wish or whim fulfilled while being trained to be compliant in sex. Perhaps not too distant in concept from the Japanese Geisha girls.
The Negro slave women were difficult in numerous ways being unsatisfactory. Then fortune shown on the planters. Along about sixteen sixty or so Oliver Cromwell chose to subdue the Irish. Being the good self-righteous Protestant that he was he was especially brutal. He rounded up tens of thousands of Irish men and women selling them into slavery, chattel slavery, in the West Indies where they were put to work in the fields with the Negro chattel slaves. The beauteous Irish girls were more spirited and lively than the African women, however when half breeds were created the combination was just right to create near ideal sex, or Monarch, slaves. The women were near ideal however they did have to be coddled from birth and that can be downright irritating to more brutal male desires. The women’s attitude was easily ruined. So that solution was somewhat less than satisfactory.
Interestingly as New Orleans was part of the French West Indies when Haiti revolted and thousands of White planters fled to the Gulf Coast and New Orleans they brought that tradition with them so that the system continued to exist in Louisiana and as I understand it a few such women still exist there although only those men of a certain standard of wealth and temperament can possess one as the women must be maintained in their complete innocence.
The hope then was how to have women trained to gratify men’s desires without the unpleasantness of having to be directly concerned with them. This is where the advances in Freudian psychoanalysis, Pavlovian conditioning and hypnotism come in. I believe that you were part of that grand experiment along with the women on your list. You were all Monarch slaves.
Ange: Partly, what you are getting at is just too incredible. I’ve never heard of Irish slaves in the West Indies. What you said just doesn’t seem possible.
Me: I can assure you it was, not only that but those indentured servants in the American colonies you read about were actually slaves although technically not chattel. Still, men and women both worked in the field cheek by jowl with the Negroes. Hence the strong mixing of Negro and White blood. If you don’t have the historical background, and there is no reason you should have, check it out on the computer after we finish. It is there plus there are many books now dealing with the subject. So, I’m not talking through the back of my neck, Ange. I am a bona fide historian.
Ange: I believe you, dearest Partly, but it is all just so incredible.
Me: Not so incredible as may be revealed in your case Ange. I think we have a fearful tale to tell. Just remember that Hera loves her daughter and I have been sent as her priest to absolve you of all responsibility. All responsibility Ange, you are as innocent as a new born baby.
Ange: Yes, I believe you Partly. You have already saved my life and I’m sure that Hera and you can redeem it.
Me: Redemption is of the mind and can never be complete. So, now, we’re going to have to examine what happened after you went to BAAD.
Let’s start with your physical by Doctor Wormowitz. I think he may be the key. From his name did you think he was Jewish?
Ange: Yes, he was Jewish. He had a big Star of David in yellow facing you on his desk and other Jewish memorabilia scattered through his office including a couple pictures of Auschwitz on the wall.
Me: No secretary, just he and you in the office?
Ange: Yes, that’s right.
Me: What do you remember about the physical Ange:
Ange: Oh…well…I…I can’t recall anything.
Me: I imagine not. What do you recall between entering his office and leaving it?
Ange: I remember sitting down and then hearing him say close the door softly when I left.
Me: Right. So you were hypnotized while in his office and have no memory of what went on.
Ange: Hypnotized? I can’t believe that. He didn’t try to hypnotize me, I would have resisted.
Me: You didn’t know what hit you Ange. When I went to visit my parents and the Little Bastard once in Keokuk where they lived the Bastard took me to a party at his so-called friend’s house. Apparently completely without my knowledge or compliance his friend’s wife hypnotized me in the midst of assembled people. It took me a long time to realize what happened but I have a blank spot from the point where I was standing talking to them to where I moved across the room. I became aware that she was staring into my eyes. I thought then that she was trying to hypnotize me so at that point I pitted my will against hers and shook her off. Came out of it just as I was about to really go under. I have no idea what happened between us whether she planted a post-hypnotic suggestion or not. Wormowitz put you under without your realizing it. He must have begun indoctrinating you into sexual practices; so he must have implanted a signal or sign, a word, that would flip you in and out of trance in a split second. Do you remember any words or signs that these guys at BAAD flashed you or the other women?
Ange: No, no, I don’t remember anything like that. They did have this odd twitch when I saw them talk to some of the other girls.
Me: What twitch was that?
Ange: I guess they got nervous when they walked up so they scratched the lobe of their ear like this.
Me: Of course. Rubbed it three times. That’s it, Ange. With that sign they could flip you in and out at will.
Ange: That’s really hard to believe, Partly.
Me: OK, Ange. Watch this, I am going to put you under on the count of three. One…two…three.
And there it was. Ange flipped into her party girl, hot babe persona.
Me: Ange I command you to remember that I have just hypnotized you. I’m going to flip you out now.
At this point I rubbed my right ear lobe three times. But, instead of flipping out she leaped into my lap and began to French kissing me. I didn’t know what else to do so I responded in kind. While I was thinking she clasped my hand to her breast which upset my thinking momentarily. Christ, what could the counter-sign be? She had my right hand clasped to her breast so in my anxiety I put my left hand up to scratch the back of my head accidentally hitting my left ear lobe.
That was it. She flipped back to reality or, perhaps better, to her alternate or first personality.
Ange: Well, aren’t you the flirt Partly? How did you get me in your lap without my knowing it, Fresh One?
Me: I hypnotized you using Wormowitz’s signal Ange. That’s was the physical you were taking. You were being put under the control of the men of BAAD. You were then a sex slave. You were an improvement on the West Indies or Geisha model. You couldn’t remember what happened when you under when you were out. They had no responsibility for you. Being well paid kept you on the job. Don’t you remember saying you would remember if you were hypnotized?
Ange: Yes, of course I remember saying that, you told me too but how did I get on your lap and when did you begin to feel me up?
Me: You followed your conditioning well Ange. We’re going to have to experiment with your trance state to learn what they had you do and figure out how to back you out of it. By the way, was Merivale Adelstein a young lawyer at BAAD then?
Ange: Yes. I’ve known that bastard for a long time. How I hate to see him coming.
Me: I’m sure you do. How would you like to get your revenge by tearing his eyes out?
Ange: Nothing would give me greater satisfaction.
Me: OK. That was an easy one. That is what you are going to do. First let’s clear up your career at BAAD. In its own way this is a horror story, Ange, that you might find unsettling or maddening. I’m going to have to do another cleansing of you by Hera before we continue. Your mind has to be prepared. It’s almost five o’ clock. Let’s have a bite to eat and then a cleansing. You’re going to be conscious this time but I want you to open yourself, be receptive to my suggestions. Believe. Accept without resistance.
Now, here Ange, undress and put on this green silk wrap. Green is the color of rebirth. When Hera or the Earth blossoms in Spring she is a fresh virgin green. You were released from your former self at the first ceremony, with this rite you will be born again shedding your old self much as the first stage of a rocket falling away, a future without that burdensome baggage. Once free of that I will put you to bed and you will enjoy a healing and refreshing sleep until sunrise. You will awake to a new world without fear of a past that will appear as a novel written by someone else.
Ready? Now throw your raiment from you and slip into the cleansing waters. Hera will reveal a past concealed from you by the machinations of evil men. As they captured your soul by devious means you had no responsibility for their actions as they affected you. You are innocent. Your will had been taken from you supplanted by their wicked desires by criminal means. You will now reaquire your will.
Their means was suggestion that I am now removing and replacing that suggestion with the love of Hera for her daughter. You will respond to the sign of the ear only from me. No other is to be observed by you. You will respond only to my voice, no other.
You are to avenge yourself on Merivale Adelstein. At the opportune moment when confronted by Adelstein I will sign you to attack him. Your strength will be tripled, your fury will be irresistible. Tear at his face with your nails. Ignore all consequences until I say cease.
You are once again purified. Hera bless you.
With that I patted Angeline dry, placed her in bed, tucked her in, planted a sweet kiss on her lips and said: Sleep, my beloved.
She closed her eyes and was lost to the world till the sun rose over the horizon.
As I went out into the living room the phone lights began to blink so I said hello.
Lessing: Hello, Perry. Haven’t seen you for a few days. You OK?
Me: Hi, Lessing. I’ve been busy with another problem. Demanding. Didn’t mean to ignore you. How have things been?
Lessing: More and more interesting. You have heard the news about the Rabbis?
Me: No, Lessing. I haven’t had any news for a few days now. What about the Rabbis?
Lessing: Our lifetime president ordered them all rounded up.
Me: Rounded up? As in collected for further disposition?
Lessing: Yes. They have apparently been put in a camp put in operation to receive them. It’s unbelievable. I don’t know what to think.
Me: I can’t say I’m surprised. I won’t say I saw it coming but he’s had it in for the Jews from the beginning. I don’t know why they couldn’t see it. He didn’t happen to nab old Soros did he? Along with the Rabbis that would more or less wipe out the leadership cadre leaving the people rudderless.
Lessing: Soros is out of the country, may have had advance word. What do you think is next?
Me: Probably a general roundup when they get more space. Has he done anything to empower the Moslems? Anything in Sharia law, something like that?
Lessing: There is talk of Sharia law being permitted in the Moslem colonies but nothing firm yet. But, what is the other problem you spoke of?
Me: It’s sorta difficult to explain over the phone but I have found the means to virtually take control of the courts so we’ll be more secure than we are.
Lessing: How did you do that?
Me: I’ll have to explain face to face. Just let me ask: Do you know Merivale Adelstein?
Lessing: Adelstein? Sure.
Me: He’s in the bag and the knot is tied.
Lessing: Hard to believe. When can we meet?
Me: Give me a couple days to complete my matters here. How about Friday for lunch?
Lessing: Sounds good.
Me: OK. Oh, and I’m bringing my wife Angeline Gower so there will be three of us. Pick out a place that is always empty or close to it so we can talk low.
Lessing: Your wife! Angeline Gower! The woman who worked at BAAD?
Me: Yes. Do you know her?
Lessing: I know of her but I’m so flabbergasted I don’t what to say.
Me: It’ll keep till Friday. We’ll need a planning session on Saturday too.
Lessing: You’re sure about that?
Me: Yes. Be prepared for some excitement on Saturday. Should be fun. If anything happens give me a call; otherwise Friday for lunch.
Of course I knew the conversation was recorded so I sent Ragnar with a different set of instructions. We probably couldn’t elude the authorities but we could make it a little difficult for them.
Continued on Clip 9.
March 13, 2016
Clip 6: The Vampyres Of New York
The post-war years saw the Jews moving out from under the umbrella of Communism into a solely Jewish movement. No longer having need of the Soviet Union after 1948’s establishment of Israel as a Jewish State many formerly Communist Jews abandoned loyalty to the Soviets to play both ends from the middle. Among these were a number of writers and intellectuals who had opted to live in the West. This was a fairly lucrative choice as the CIA chose to claim these writers and intellectuals as converts to the US side. Allen Dulles as head of the CIA lavished subsidies and perks on these people making them in effect wealthy, at least as long as the Cold War might last.
At the same time William Buckley working from his magazine base, The National Review, also staffed mainly by Jews purged the Conservative ranks of nationalists denying them employment opportunities. If you wanted to work you had to be philosemitic and ‘middle of the road’ and internationalist; or the rightwing of the left. The one party system had come into existence.
While the 1956 Jewish-Arab war was welcomed by Americans who all had been indoctrinated to favor the Jews the apparently easy victory gave Jews renewed confidence as warriors. While in Nazi Germany they had objected to wearing the yellow star they now virtually put yellow gold stars in the middle of their foreheads. Going into the Sixties then the Jews wore their shirts open to the waist with their necks laden with gold chains and stars, they became very aggressive with increased revolutionary ardor.
The tools of sex and drugs were becoming more efficient tools in their arsenal. To them rock and roll came along fortuitously to form the triumvirate of sex, drugs and rock and roll that would seduce the youth of America.
I think all of us here either lived through the birth of rock and roll or in the case of Max grew up with it. You will probably remember the accusations that rock and roll was a Communist plot to corrupt the youth of America. In fact, sex, drugs and rock and roll did corrupt the youth of America. The question then was it planned or directed. Another fact is that rock and roll did turn pro-Red, pro-Jewish and pro-homosexual all three of which were Communist and Jewish goals. Another fact is that Jews both in England and the US controlled the record industry. Astonishingly nearly all the corrupt talent managers were Jewish. The major and most of the minor record labels were owned by Jews. The Jews who had no other ideology than Semitism posed as leftists so as to ingratiate themselves with non-Jews. The Jewish ideology rejects non-Jews so some other avenue for association was needed and this was the left.
By the mid-Sixties at least it was impossible to have a career in music if one wasn’t leftist. At the very least an artist had to pretend to be a leftist; it was not enough to be silent. Testing was prevalent.
Along with that went an enforced reverence for Negro music. The promoters of Negro music were almost uniformly Jewish and Leftist. The intellectual differences between Whites and Blacks is such that Negro music was a very hard sell. Successful Negro artists during the Fifties were lovable like Fats Domino or catered to White tastes as the Platters did, pandered to White tastes as Harry Belafonte did or as the Jewish songwriters Leiber and Stoller did write clownish songs for Negroes to sing.
However ghettoish singers such as James Brown And His Famous Flames met with total rejection. Still in the Sixties a dedicated cadre of White fanatics made Brown a legend that few Whites would still accept.
It took English groups and singers who worshipped these Negro musicians to not exactly revive but create an interest in Negro blues thus opening the doors.
Thus it became possible to demand that Whites reverence Negro music or else be known as ‘racists’; that is the equivalent of anti-Semites. Along with Negro music came Negro ‘liberated’ sexual morality that helped undermine White sexual morality based on chivalry and a reverence for the female, a concept that the Jew Betty Friedan successfully attacked in her book The Feminine Mystique. By the end of the Sixties the female had been reduced to a piece of meat existing only to satisfy essentially perverted male desires. This was known as sexual liberation. Woman’s formal pedestal was carted off the ideological junkyard. The feminine mystique was indeed gone.
New York City was not representative of the United States nor was Los Angeles. The rest of the country still professed traditional morality as the Sixties began while drugs would be slower to penetrate.
Chemistry had been transforming the drug scene in a little revolution of its own. During the Fifties the amphetamines and barbiturates had been known as mood changers while the psychedelics were restricted to the cognoscenti and the CIA.
As I mentioned earlier by the Sixties the Feelgood doctors were transforming New York. Max Jacobson had established himself after a slow beginning. By the late Fifties he had moved beyond a beachhead and by the early Sixties his practice was so established that it included the President of the United States, John F. Kennedy. The elite of New York was gracing his waiting room. Max was your typical Jewish earthshaker desperate for renown.
It is difficult to think of him as an MD. He was much more of a charlatan, a snake oil man dispensing his amphetamine panacea. He was a devoted user of his own product. By the Sixties his amphetamine/vitamin cocktail contained many ingredients including animal glands and unidentified substances that he would mix up on the spot for your very own ‘signature’ preparation. There were secrets to the various amphetamines that produced different effects. There was one that made you tear off our clothes and make you run down the street naked. Experimenting on himself Max mixed up the wrong formula giving himself nerve damage so that he lost a certain amount of coordination in one of his legs.
His shots were serious business that destroyed a number of people. One would last three days or more while preventing sleep. Max himself is said to have been awake for thirty days running. The result was either insanity or perhaps transfiguration, take your choice. Talking to a man in that state must have been an experience.
Other Feelgood doctors rushed to take advantage of the very lucrative practice. The shots usually went for seventy-five dollars, equivalent to perhaps five hundred dollars today, while at most costing the doctors a few cents. By the late Sixties they had become such a nuisance that the authorities shut them down.
It must be noted that amphetamines were not illegal until the late Sixties so no laws were broken. Nevertheless many lives were ruined while life in NYC became chaotic, perhaps, as you fellows remember. NYC became a hellhole in the seventies and eighties as no society can succeed on drugs.
Max Savings: I knew things were getting chaotic but I wasn’t aware that amphetamines were so endemic.
Me: Mm, yes. This is a sort of aside but an interesting story. Were any of you guys around the Village back then? No? Did you hear of a group called, my apologies but history is history, The Fugs? No? Well, their front man, Ed Sanders, was a very interesting guy, he palled with another zinger, Tuli Kupferberg, a real nut although revered as a saint by some…
Max: I’ve heard of him. Don’t know much about him. (Same here from the three others.)
Me: Tuli is a different story but this is a fairly amazing situation overall. Ed was a real voyeur who disguised his mania as a scientific investigator. He was a Catholic, just for the record, from Kansas City, had a degree in Egyptian hieroglyphics. He wanted to film some live sex so he went out and bought three ounces of amphetamine for thirty dollars then advertised, might have been the Village Voice but maybe not, for couples to perform sex before his camera offering free amphetamine, as much as they wanted…
There was no dearth of applicants so Ed got a good cross section of speed freaks on amphetamines on film. Shot with enough these people became oblivious of their surroundings. That is, they were essentially insane or, more kindly, transfigured out of this world.
The FBI busted Ed and confiscated his collection of films. Broke Ed’s heart. After that he turned writer issuing his memoirs, a good read, and, get this a socialist history of the US in verse and many volumes. Ed’s a terrific story from the Sixties really. He…I can’t go on as it is less pertinent but just amazing. Check out his autobiography.
Thus as the story moves into the Sixties a form of evil social engineering designed to destroy traditional Anglo-Saxon culture is gaining momentum. The main engine for social change will be the libertine Bohemian culture of the Village. Greenwich Village, the East Village and by the vehicle of the Folk Music scene.
That scene while not being wholly Jewish was governed by Jews. Now, this was a very unhealthy situation in which absolute non-entities would emerge to take direction of American culture. A hapless bozo from Chicago would virtually take over the radio airwaves especially when another hapless noodnick from Hibbing Minnesota would arrive on the scene. Who would have taken bets that these two nothings would point the direction of American culture for the foreseeable future but they did. Their names were Albert Grossman and Bob Dylan, two Jews. Dylan wrote the songs while Grossman created the group that sang them, Peter, Paul And Mary. Two Jews and a shiksa. This group essentially sang Communist hymns. Their influence was immediate and deep. As a successful songwriter Dylan, who began as an atrociously bad singer was able unbelievably to develop an eccentric style that while actually wretched found an audience. All I can say is that the time was right.
The war had created a situation… You know fellows, I can go on but we’ll be here all night and I don’t want to overstay my welcome on the first night. So this might be an OK place to stop. I’m ready to go on but it’s up to you.
Lessing: As far as I’m concerned Perry, go on. It’s not that late, it’s that early. The night’s shot but my time is my own and I can sleep anytime.
Max: Uh, right. Tomorrow’s Saturday so while all my time isn’t my own tomorrow is, or rather today. I’ve got an empty schedule and I don’t really want to leave this chair, so, go ahead.
Marc: Sure, I’m in.
Me: Ok then…
Baron: Hold on a minute. I’ve got this to say: It’s always the Jews, isn’t it. I…
Me: That’s all right Lessing. I’m solid. Well, you’re right Baron. Yes, it always is the Jews. And without accepting guilt the Jews themselves admit it, albeit after the fact.
Baron: What nonsense!
Me: Well Baron, the point you have brought up is rather a trite one, one of the so-called great canards but I’ll give you my reading anyway. I see you’re not Jewish so you must be a Judeophile and impervious to facts. I can refer you to a book, pamphlet really, by a Maurice Samuel entitled: You Gentiles. He explains in his fashion why the differences between Jews and Aryans are irreconcilable and why we or the Jews must be eliminated. The book was published in 1924 and you know what happened after that.
But back to It’s Always The Jews. Underlying the Jewish problem is their conception of themselves. While the Jews are only too human they conceive themselves as placed between the angels and mankind. Thus they see themselves as demi-gods; however as demi-gods they conceive of themselves as being ‘pure’ and holy. The reality they can’t quite escape can be named Satanism. They thus combine Godly and Satanic in one entity and that is an irreconcilable impossibility. What to do? Following Freudian psychology, the national personality splits in two reflected in every member of the community. That is, as Robert Louis Stevenson preceded Freud by a couple of decades one has a godlike Dr. Jekyll and a Satanic Mr. Hyde. The problem then is how to dissociate the Godlike from the Satanic so one can feel ‘pure’. As a simple solution one projects one’s Satanic shortcoming onto the other, we gentiles. And one calls the recipients anti-Semites and they are everything the Jews imagine themselves not to be. Thus in example we have the Christ and the Anti-Christ, and the question which of the two will triumph. Thus the anti-Semites become a psychological necessity for the Jews on which to transfer their shortcomings. If no anti-Semites exist the Jews must create them.
As we have seen after WWII there were no anti-Semites in either the US or Europe. Nevertheless the Jews searched and searched hurling slanders like Fascists and Hitler left and right. This only cowed gentiles further. What to do? Simple, import them. Thus having thoroughly antagonized the Middle East Arabs or Semites the Jews compelled Europe and North America to take in millions of Moslems. The Moslems immediately turned on their Middle East tormenters living in Europe, raped their women and beat and shot them. Perfection! The Jews then began publishing articles complaining against the rising tide of anti-Semitism in France, Germany and the US etc. They were back in their comfort zone again.
Another amazing phenomenon is that the creative figures in Jewish history are said to be non-Jews. According to Wilhelm Reich who knew Freud well, Freud didn’t really consider himself a Jew or didn’t want to be one. His ambivalence is easily seen. Thus as a founder of twentieth century Judaism, that founder was conceivably if not actually non-Jewish. In fact, as a child Freud’s Christian nurse instructed him in Catholicism and may possibly have had him baptized.
If Freud’s parents thought this might be true that might explain the arrest of Freud’s nanny for some minor household theft, or maybe she was set up as a punishment for her transgression against the Jewish rites. At any rate Freud always lamented her disappearance from his life.
Freud thus was instrumental in his Moses and Monotheism in trying to prove that Moses himself, the founder of Judaism per se, was Egyptian and not Jewish at all. Reich then says that Freud identified himself with Moses.
Now, in early eighteenth century Germany there arose the legend of the Jud Suss, that is the Jew Suss, Joseph Oppenheimer. Suss was what was called a court Jew or a sort of major domo for the ruling Duke or Prince. He was the greatest Jew of the time serving the Duke of Wurttemberg in southern Germany next to Bavaria. He may be said to have organized the early modern Jewish economic organization in Europe paving the way for the later Rothschilds who in the wake of the Napoleonic war seized economic control of Europe and actually the Americas.
Now, Suss who lived and died a Jew according to the legend perpetuated by the Jewish novelist Lion Feuctwanger in his 1926 novel Jud Suss was the bastard son of a German duke, hence not a pure Jew at all although his mother was Jewish technically making him Jewish.
Thus in Feuctwanger’s account, perhaps merely legend, the founder of Judaism was not Jewish; the eighteenth century organizer of European Judaism was also not Jewish and if one accepts Reich’s story of Freud neither was the founder of current Judaism. So what does this mean? It probably admits a psychological truth, perhaps a metaphor for the relationship of the Jew to the gentiles.
In point of fact as the Jews only came into existence four thousand years ago while they date a creation of the world to six thousand years ago then Terah, the first Hebrew must himself have been a non-Jew arising from whatever people he belonged to. Perhaps then the Jews are admitting that they are an artificial creation. Needs a little further development.
Now, rather than the gentiles being envious of the Jews in all probability the Jews have reversed the situation being envious of the Gentiles. Viz. the story of Cain and Abel. That was certainly true in Germany where the Jews were decidedly the inferior. So, what then? The Jews conspire to destroy what the other has created. Is it a coincidence that Germany was bombed flat in WWII?
Rather than do a chronological review of the societies that the Jews lived in, exploited and destroyed I think I’ll use a frame of the Jud Suss to make it more interesting. You guys know of Suss Oppenheimer? OK, that’s good enough just so there’s a context. This is impromptu now so don’t go too rigorous on me.
The story of Jud Suss is an interesting one. Suss lived from 1698 to 1738 being thus a young forty at his death. His career at Wurttemberg was only from 1733 to 1737 a short four years to arouse such intense hatred.
The hatred was such that he was hanged high, higher than the gallows, perhaps thirty feet high in an iron cage and left exposed for six years. It is very difficult to believe he had given no cause as the Jews, as usual, assert. At any rate, then his life quickly turned to legend. The legend was treated in story and theater although I am not aware of any songs. And then in 1926 the Jewish novelist Feuctwanger wrote his interpretation titled Jew Juss. He turned the story into a combination fairy tale and myth. He had previously written a play on the same theme in 1916. Note the dates: The Bolshevic Revolution occurred in 1917 while the Jewish influence in the Weimar Republic was pronounced and jewish/Communist street fighters were battling the German nationalists.
In 1933 just after Hitler’s accession a film went into production in England that was released in 1934 titled Jew Juss based on Feuctwanger’s novel, renamed Power in the US. It is still available. The film was pure Jewish propaganda. Whether Hitler read the book or not his propaganda chief Joseph Goebbels did. He also saw the movie rightly thinking it was an attack on Germany. He countered Feuctwanger’s propaganda with his own when he produced his own film in 1940 titled Jud Suss, so Suss epitomized the Jewish and German struggle for supremacy.
Feuctwanger’s novel is supposed to be sympathetic to Suss but as I read it the novel seems to be fairly objective Jewish national history, or mythologized history in this case. To me it seems to be an epitome of Jewish history in Europe.
One also has to consider Feuctwanger’s intent. Towards what was the novel pointing as an example or lesson for current affairs in 1926? Feuctwanger portrays Suss as a Jewish savior not unlike Jesus who organized Jewish affairs for success in Europe and then like the scapegoat of Jesus who died for Jewish sins or perhaps like Moses who led the Jews to the Promised Land and then was denied entry and could only see it from afar.
Jewish mores are always contra mores so that in Jewish eyes their mores must supplant those of Europe. Thus Suss enters the capital of Wurttemberg forbidden to Jews, Stuttgart, on his own terms not those of the Duke. With Jewish suppliantcy he seduces the Duke and cheats him at every step.
That he was a new Jewish paradigm for modern times is evident in Feuctwanger’s contrasting him with the old fashioned Jew Landauer. Suss wants to display his power while Landauer argues that concealed power is better than the appearance of power. Jews control the money and in money lies the true power.
In the actual contest of who will rule Wurttemberg, the Jews through Suss or the Germans through the Duke, Suss has the real power while the Duke has only the appearance of power that Suss must accord him. Suss then plunders the State of all forms of wealth not unlike the Jews of Spain while doing so with a ‘power of attorney’ from the Duke that places all the responsibility of his crimes on the Duke. Technically Suss is innocent. Suss operates against the Duke on the principle of two for me, one for you.
He then becomes wealthier than the Duke, remember this is all being done within four years, with the money he has the real power. According to Feuctwanger then as the most celebrated and powerful Jew in Europe, not unlike the successor Rothschilds, he acts as a sort of Prime Minister of the Jews as a single economic unit. Using various commodity monopolies granted by the Duke the Jews throughout Gemany, then became monopolists in their turn. All the money of Europe must eventually become theirs.
Suss thus put the Jews on the track followed by the Rothschilds with such signal success. Mayer Amschel Rothschild the founder of that dynasty would be born six years after Suss’ execution. Roughly following Suss’ example combined with the rapid development of Europe Rothschild would set in place the system that would plunder Europe as Suss’ had plundered Wurttemberg.
In Feuctwanger’s time, 1926, the Jews by their own admission had seized control of Germany as well as Russia. At the time of course they denied it.
They might very well have done the same in the US except that US nationalists had wrested control from the Wilsonians in the 1920 election, as Hitler would do in Germany in 1933. At that time the Jews through their tool Franklin Delano Roosevelt gained the role in the US they had enjoyed in Weimar Germany.
As soon as Hitler gained Germany English Jews filmed Feuctwanger’s version of Suss releasing the movie as Jud Suss in 1934. The film was pure propaganda depicting Suss as a victim of what one might call pre-Hitler persecution. This perpetuated the myth of German hatred of the innocent long suffering Jews.
Of course Hitler’s propaganda minister, Joseph Goebbels was keeping close track of both book and movie so that he countered Feuctwanger with his movie about Suss in 1940. It should be noted that a barrage of pro-Jewish propaganda movies were also being produced in the US. Jud Suss was released in the US under the name Power while movies lauding the Rothschilds also appeared as well as a revival of the Dreyfus persecution myth among others. While this propaganda war has never been acknowledged it raged.
While the English film was Jewish anti-German propaganda that was deemed Ok; the Goebbel’s version was denounced as the foulest anti-Semitism. In realistic terms winner takes all but the war isn’t over.
Feuctwanger’s depiction of all Germans as fat doltish boors or simple dullards versus the great masculine beauty of Suss combined with what is depicted as the innate cleverness of Jews which was only deceit and cheating was grossly racist but that has been ignored.
So there you have it, Baron. Which is it Jewish war on Germany and Europe or the persecution of the Jews?
Here I sank back exhausted. Reading prepared pages wasn’t so bad but extemporizing an interpretation of Feuctwanger’s novel from memory and maintaining a decent order nearly took me down.
Me: Hey, listen guys that took nearly everything out of me. I see the sun coming up so how about putting off the continuation of The Vampyres Of New York until a later time. I’m done in.
Lessing: Are you game for breakfast?
Me: I’d love to Lessing but I’ll beg off if you don’t mind. Sessions like this knock me down besides being up all night even with the Obetrol. I’ll call Ragnar and go back to the condo.
When I say I was beat, I mean it. This meeting had given me a lot to think about but I’m too beat to get the mind working. I needed rest. Ragnar dropped me off and Ottmar let me in. I threw myself into bed suddenly aware that I had a fitting the next day at James Carter.
I’d felt like I could sleep forever but strangely two and a half hours later I was wide awake. It wasn’t even noon yet; further I felt refreshed. Then I realized it was Saturday. I thought it was going to be Monday. Don’t know how I got turned around, further I felt refreshed, even relaxed. Although I felt refreshed mentally I was still languid physically so I thought I would hole up until Monday and get some work done. Maybe I was just over excited. I read and wrote.
Ragnar dropped me off at James Carter and I mounted the staircase to go up to see Abe Goldbladder. Abe wasn’t too happy to see me, but what the hell, the customers are always right. Right? Right.
Abe looked me up and down, then said:
‘Is this the weight you usually carry:’
‘Right, Abe. I won’t get heavier while on the other hand I might shrivel up further so worry about me getting smaller rather than larger.’
‘You talk like a wise guy.’
‘I don’t have much respect for things anymore Abe. All is irrelevant except myself.’
‘Except yourself! (snort) We know who you are Mr. Wright.’
‘’We know who I am? Who’s this we? The ADL and all those people?’
‘At least. What we want to know is what you’re doing here. What’s up your sleeve?’
‘You couldn’t expect me to tell you that Abe, but I’m not up to anything. I’m here on what you might call a sabbatical.’
‘Oh, a sabbatical! Then why are you staying at the Carmichaels and how is it you connected up with that Fascist Farquhar? You deliver an anti-Semitic rap at one of soirees he has?’
That took me back a little bit. That he knew I read my paper at Lessing’s confirmed that Baron Cammell was a spy but that Lessing and the Carmichaels were conservatives under surveillance made me think. I had thought it was strange that my ad produced a response so quickly plus I thought it was amazing that they didn’t know someone locally they could use. I was clear that the three had read my website, so maybe…. I’ll have to call Lessing when I get back and check things out. I might be able to realize a fantasy here if I can catch the tide just right.
‘What’s the deal with Lessing and the Carmichaels Abe?’
‘You’re going to play innocent huh? You deliver a defamation of the Jew Suss like you did and you don’t think that fits right in with those Fascist bastards?’
‘Fascist bastards, Abe! Wow! All I can say is you know more than I do. As far as Suss goes, Baron probably didn’t give you a very accurate report. I’ve just about finished writing my interpretation of Suss up. I can give you a copy if you like so you get it right.’
‘You’ll give me a copy will you?’
‘Why sure, Abe, why not? I’ll put it up on the web anyway. You guys read all my stuff, don’t you? You repost my stuff on your notorious anti-Semite pages on ADL’s site, don’t you? I’m not keeping any secrets. There’s nothing clandestine about what I write. I think it will be titled The Jewish Savior Joseph Suss Oppenheimer. Feuctwanger portrayed Suss as one of your messiahs like Jesus. It should be up in a few days but I’ll have Ragnar drop a hard copy off for you. You’ll love it. By the way, Abe, when you finish this suit I’m going to want a hot pink flannel suit in a modified zoot style. Do you think you can find a fabric?’
‘A hot pink zoot suit? My god, do you have a wild hair up your ass?’
‘Mind your manners Abe. No. I’ve been thinking about this a long time Abe. It’s a tribute to my mother. Uh, I didn’t say that last Abe, just forget it. Plus I’m going to want a matching hat and wing tip shoes. Think anything like that is available?
‘Yes, it can be done. I don’t think the fabric will be too difficult but the hat and shoes may be expensive. They may be special order.’
‘That’s alright. The odd request is always more expensive. At the same time check out a bright yellow, deeper shade. The pink will be three button, the yellow double breasted and I might also want a powder blue one button roll, all flannel.’
‘One button roll? My, you have been thinking of this for a while, haven’t you?
‘Yes I have.’
‘Your mother, one button roll, powder blue. Hmm.’
‘I don’t recall ever mentioning my mother to you Abe; but since I’ve mentioned all three suits I’ll take them if you can get them.’
‘I can get ‘em, I can get ‘em.’
‘Good, Abe. Thanks.’
I was elated as Ragnar pulled up. I really wanted those suits. I didn’t know where I was going to wear them. Maybe a stroll down Broadway to see who whistled. Maybe a big pink Cadillac would stop with a hot blonde at the wheel. ‘Need a ride, Big Boy.’ She would say. ‘I sure do.’ I would snicker with a broad double entendre. Well, enough of that; a little too revealing, back to reality.
Abe had put me on to something I hadn’t suspected. Lessing and the Carmichaels might be into some kind of right wing (so-called) conspiracy and that meant that Ragnar might be involved too. Maybe these guys at his gym were using body building as a front to conceal something else. Maybe in addition to bulking up they were also heavy into the martial arts. Maybe…but how to broach the subject to Ragnar. Oh, I had it.
‘Ragnar, pull into the limo parking lot I want to talk to you.’
I got out of the limo when Ragnar pulled up.
‘Let’s stand away from the limo, Ragnar, it’s probably bugged.’
‘I don’t think so. I sweep it every day.’
‘Visual or electronic?’
‘Visual. I look it over pretty thoroughly.’
‘Electronic might be better.’
‘Are you sure it’s bugged?’
‘Pretty certain. Do you know the Carmichaels are under surveillance?”
‘I don’t know it but I always check. Do you know something?’
‘I was talking to the tailor back there and he knew I was at Farquhar’s and what the paper I read was about. That means a spy. That explains some of the people who always seem about. I’m definitely being tailed, while Farquhar is also certainly under surveillance.’
‘Really? I didn’t know that.’
‘Any chance you’re under surveillance Ragnar?’
‘Why would I be?’
‘You drive the Carmichaels and now me.’
‘Why would Jews follow you?
‘I’m a historian, Ragnar, and I write essays concerning the Jewish role in history. Some of my essays are reposted on the ADL hate site. I had no idea they were so sensitive.’ Boy, that one had to be tongue in cheek.
‘Oh, wait a minute. You’re not that Partly Wright are you? The I, Dynamo guy?’
‘Yes. You’ve been reading my stuff?’
‘Couple of guys at the gym have mentioned your things.’
‘Have they? You know what I stand for then. Any chance the gym is used by, uh, a certain political outlook?’
‘Maybe, we do talk politics, but a certain outlook? What does that mean?’
‘You know, a conservative point of view.’
I saw he wasn’t sure how far to commit himself so I let it drop telling him I would talk to him later. First, before I committed myself further I wanted to talk to Lessing, see where he stood. Back at the condo, I called him making an appointment with him at the Metropolitan Modern for the next day.
We found each other without too much difficulty, drifting into a near empty gallery. There was no chance that I and probably Lessing wouldn’t be followed so it was necessary to be alert for anyone trying to occupy the same space so to speak. Some call it paranoia others call it survival.
‘Ah, Lessing. How are you?’
‘As good as can be expected in these troubling times. I’m glad to see you survived your initiation. Any problems?’
‘Who me? No. Actually it was fairly mild. I’ve been through some harrowing initiations, hazings or whatever.’
‘You didn’t find Baron too irritating?’
‘No. He’s normal, even a little more civil than most; but that brings up a question: Do you know you’re under surveillance?’
‘Under surveillance? Goodness, why would you think that?’
‘No need to hold your breath Lessing, the cat is out of the bag. I’m being fitted for suits at James Carter and my tailor, Abe Goldbladder, reported the contents of my paper to me on Monday. That means one of two things: your condo is bugged or you’ve got an agent attached. I’m betting on Baron Cammell.’
‘That fellow, did you say Goldblatter…’
‘Goldbladder, with two ds.’
‘Goldbladder? Does he pee gold?’
‘Don’t ask me questions like that, Lessing, I’m not privy to the results in his privy. I thought it was a spectacular name myself. Beats Spingold my previous favorite. Imagine the name Rumpelstiltskin Spingold. Put that up on the marquee. Anyway Abe knew everything two days after it happened. Gotta be Cammell. Are the Carmichaels under surveillance too?’
Lessing looked at me quizzically not sure of himself.
‘Don’t worry Lessing. I’m secure. I knew that at least one person there had to be a spy. Everybody gets infiltrated. What was it: The Carmichaels went abroad for a cooling off period?’
‘I wouldn’t put it that way Perry, let’s just say their affairs were becoming enmeshed and they needed to disentangle them.’
‘Yes. But then I thought that how could I be so lucky as to land the house sitter opportunity unless there was something more involved. I mean, I have never won the lottery before, the odds were never longer than this. You’re familiar with my website. I consider my essays pure history although the ADL for instance considers them outrageous anti-Semitism. You don’t have to be told that, obviously, but you must have thought they were how shall I say, risky?
I don’t know whether Ragnar told you but at the airport a couple other people attempted to snag me. Who knows what the outcome would have been. So, I’m sort of a dangerous acquaintance.’
‘Yes, I suppose we knew that…’
‘Listen, Lessing, I know where you, I and the Carmichaels stand and I’m sure we can work together. I know that they’re on to you as well as me. What say?’
‘What did you tell this Goldbadder fellow?’
‘I didn’t tell him anything. I just smiled and stared. You don’t talk to or argue with Jews; it just goes on forever. They’re inexhaustible. If it’s a question of wearing down it’s futile there’s no winning. Besides I’m hep to them anyway. I picked up Cammell first thing. I just waited for a little confirmation.’
‘Let’s go to a more secure place, Perry. I have to think a little.’
Believe it or not Lessing took me to the Dakota. We went up to 701, a very large apartment that was unoccupied. We sat at a table while Lessing studied me intently.
‘You wouldn’t have lent me the condo if you hadn’t thought my attitude was right, Lessing. My essay ‘Chumps Playing Stud’ must have indicated something.’
‘Yes. I did like that essay.’
‘Really. And my work on Ford. Rehabilitating Henry Ford is a top priority even at this late date. This is serious stuff. I think Lady Carmichael said you were a lawyer, is that correct, can I ask your field?’
‘Yes, I was a lawyer. What significance do you attach to that?’
‘Well, Lessing, I hope I am not overstepping any bounds but I dimly perceive that you and the Carmichaels summoned me here with some motive, perhaps you are not fully aware of what your motive was but I am guessing you were looking for a catalyst, someone to brings things together and get them moving. We need a diem to carpe, a moment to seize. But it looks like the times are here for aggressive measures. A plan is needed.’
‘We do have a lot of disgruntled folk who have no coherence to move in a defined direction. However, I wonder why no actions have been taken against you Perry, you who write so forthrightly.’
‘Lessing, actions have been taken against me but they have been covert. Hundreds of pictures I was using have disappeared from the net, replaced with the most generic kind. It is forbidden to post my essays on aggregators. I used to have wonderful numbers on reposted essays but that has been stopped. My numbers no longer grow as they should while certain more critical posts get no response at all or very little so they are blocked some way. Passages are changed and words deleted or misspelled to make me look stupid.
As far as the Jews go I more or less have a free pass within that framework because to contemn me would give me too much publicity so they follow a course they call ‘dynamic silence’. If nobody looks at you nobody knows you are there. Besides my posts are built around a post they have written so they would have to criticize my criticisms of them and they’re not going to do that. Their stuff doesn’t stand up. And then my posts are built up on a secure historic base that is not easily refuted.
Otherwise I have traveled little because when I do clever assassination attempts are made so that it requires constant vigilance on my part.’
‘You’ve had assassination attempts?’
‘Oh sure. Several that I can identify. Others are not so clear.’
‘You mean like shootings?’
‘No, Lessing. They don’t do anything obvious. You get shot and everyone knows it; you have a fatal accident and those things happen. Since I’ve been slandered mercilessly nobody would care, they might even applaud.’
‘Can you give me an example?’
‘OK, Lessing. I’ll give you one, but as far as I’m concerned my attitude is clear from my essays. I belong to the Edgar Rice Burroughs Bibliophiles for which I’ve written dozens of essays. I consider myself a major contributor to Burroughs studies. Nearly two decades ago I attended my only convention. I don’t know who was on my case but I was ill-treated on the plane, ill-treated renting a car, and when I got to the hotel in Fort Collins they had no record of my registration with the group, or the payment. I reminded them the payment was made with my card and that could be checked. They found my payment after an interminable wait, then they assigned me a room as far away from the others as they could not with the reserved section. Dirty unpleasant room. I ordered a hamburger at the restaurant and was told they were out of hamburger.
I recognized the ploy and rather than run through the whole menu I went to bed hungry. Of course I was suspicious especially as people in the adjoining room were raucous, I mean raucous non-stop. In inspecting the room for booby traps I noticed a large heavy picture above the bed was loose rather than screwed tightly against the wall.
Some call it paranoia but I could envision the picture dropping down on my head as I slept perhaps hitting me and either hospitalizing me or killing me. I long ago learned to heed my premonitions. It was a king bed so rather than sleeping vertically I slept horizontally across the foot of the bed.
Sure enough, a couple hours later the picture came crashing down. Had I slept normally who can say what the result would have been? The rest of the stay was variations on those themes. Of course with ‘accidents’ one never complains about them and you certainly don’t mention that you think they were planned because you are then ‘paranoid’ and discredited.
Food poisonings aren’t worth mentioning they are so common. Never eat eggs the morning of checking out. Check out and go have breakfast somewhere else where you aren’t expected. Accidents, Lessing, accidents, they happen all the time. So what do we have going here?’
‘I see. I suppose you are safe. You appear to have experience with skullduggery.’
‘Right, in spades. So what kind of elements are we dealing with.’
‘You’re right about me and the Carmichaels. I’m not sure what Ragnar is doing but I know Ottmar is a member. I know a number of people who are afraid, so they appear Liberal. As you say we need a catalyst so possibly that is why we received the appearance of your ad for an apartment as fortuitous. You have seemed to be what we are looking for.’
‘OK. I can see the possibility for a good time. The resistance seems to be rising. Success depends on how you go about it. I suppose that you know lawyers and judges who are sympathetic?’
‘Yes, there is a fair number of us.’
‘OK. I suspect the athletic club is a conspiracy center so Ragnar might be part of a ‘commando’ group for gaining control of the streets. For that we would require lawyers and judges to obstruct prosecutions, delay proceedings etc., you would know better than I, and also have police on our side. Perhaps Ragnar’s group is already doing that. Since the cops rarely leave the station house now we might have a fairly free hand in the streets.
But first it will be necessary to neutralize the courts. Can you get some lawyers and judges together? Organize them?’
‘Good. Time is of the essence.’
‘I see. Yes, I will get to work on it immediately. You will be the leader?’
‘I’d rather not. I’d rather operate behind the scenes. If you know any safe writers I would like to organize them for psychological warfare and propaganda. Next to the courts that will be a key. We’ll follow the usual conspiratorial methods. You work on the legal end and I’ll investigate Ragnar. If I’m right I’ll try to line them up. Once we have a nucleus, we’ll have to have an organizational setup.’
‘Yes. It’s frightening work.’
‘Paranoia rules the day. I’ll try to approach Ragnar and get to it.
Clip 7 follows.
December 28, 2015
Book I, Clip 3
The Vampyres Of New York
If you haven’t experienced that kind of mental agony you don’t know. I tossed and turned all afternoon and into the night. My brain was racked but not with pain. It was like all the connections had come loose and I had no control of my mental processes. There was no way to concentrate, to organize my thoughts to possibly think or be rational. It was like three fevers without temperature racking around in my brain.
I was exhausted and then possibly at one in the morning I heard a knocking. I sat up in bed wondering who in the world it could be. Then I heard Gaines again: Hello, I’m back. Let’s talk.
Well, Gaines! Of course I knew what was happening then. I was at that level of experience and conditioning between the birth process and more conscious experience. I had already cleared out the most compelling of my childhood fixations at forty-two when I integrated my personality. That freed me from compulsions and inhibitions but I gradually learned that there was another layer of control or influence yet beyond my reach. Gaines had now shown up so it was possible to free myself from that psychological layer. Small comfort at eighty but then few if any become so clear. Freud and Jung certainly never attained it. I flattered myself that I could be unique. The first of the New Men. Don’t smile, it was a pleasant thought.
This wasn’t the first incident of interior dialogue my mind had spoken to itself. I heard what they call voices back in my early teens. Of course like St. Augustine I had been convinced that one could talk to God. Unlike Augustine I wasn’t crazy enough to persist when God couldn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know when I asked.
And then back then I heard voices telling me to do inappropriate things like Kill your mother and Chuckles but I shut them up; I wasn’t to going to jail for any reason. And now, here was Gaines a more or less rational entity who would try to convince me to do evil I was certain. As in primeval days I was attached to the God Principle while Gaines was representing the Satanic Principle.
He seemed to be lodged in the right hemisphere just behind and above that ear. This puzzled me somewhat as I would have thought he would have been part of my Animus or Ego that being the male side of the brain; instead he was on my female side.
Then I realized that when Gaines had taken up a primal position in my consciousness I was sitting on the back steps of the Orphanage. When my mother had put me in the Orphanage and had walked away she had created this space in my mind, this psychological layer. Gaines and his evil comic books was therefore associated with my mother. Oh yes, my mother. Sometimes I wish I had heeded those early voices and offed both her and Chuckles. Chuckles, that mean assed bastard, was her second husband. They married when I was ten and I then came out of the Orphanage.
Well, you know, as I always told myself, you have to play the hand you’re dealt. I think I can say without comment that I played that lousy hand well. Here I was in New York City, the capital of the world, in a thirty million dollar apartment. Gaines wasn’t going to be a problem, after all, he was me and I was him. I had the upper hand with the God Principle on my side while Gaines might as well have been Abe Goldbladder of the Satanic Principle. I will discuss that more in my presentation to the New Serapion Brethren.
I was inside my skull with Gaines but my mind had cleared up, I might as well get started.
‘So, Gaines, what brings you here?’ A silly question because I already knew the answer. Still, in order to extinguish him I had to play along. However I did think it necessary to call in my old psycho-analyst Dr. Anton Polarion as an assist.
Who is Dr. Anton? I’m embarrassed to say this because then you might think I really am crazy. But that’s alright, I may be.
Dr. Anton Polarion came around several years ago when I was deep in my psychological studies. I was working a number of fields of study and I needed someone to handle the psychology for me when I was working another field. It was then I thought up Dr. Anton giving him the responsibility for memorizing and developing psychology.
I know it sounds kind of crazy but it’s not. Dr. Anton was and is a memory aide. If you read up on the art of memory you will learn that in Greek and Roman times people constructed memory palaces of many rooms extensively furnished and then assigned memories to various rooms and objects in order to more conveniently record them, prodigious feats of memory are recorded. Oh alright, but I wasn’t going to wander around a Memory Palace trying to find various rooms and objects with their assigned memories so I just handed the job to an imagined Dr. Anton rather than a Memory Palace. You can understand that can’t you? Seems reasonable enough to me but you never know what other people will think. Anyway Dr. Anton knows whereof he speaks. So when it comes to hearing voices it was now two to one against Gaines and I had another Ace or two up my sleeve.
I was loaded for bear and I was sure I could kick Gaines’ ass. Still, I had to hear Gaines out.
‘So Gaines, as I said, what brings you here?’
‘I’ve got some good advice for you,’ said Gaines.
‘Knowing who you are Gaines I doubt it could be good.’
‘Oh ho, you think you know who I am do you? Who am I?’
‘This will take some time Gaines but you’ve got as much as I do. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Your showing up here, now, puts things in place. I’m going to call in Dr. Anton for support. You know who he is don’t you Gaines?’
‘Of course, of course. I know as well as you know me. Hello Anton, welcome to the conversation.’
Anton: Hello Gaines. Well, let’s get started.
Partly: The key here is the Orphanage and me sitting on the back step reading Tales From The Crypt. That was one sado-masochistic piece Gaines with a certain portrayal of women. Strangely that portrayal was reminiscent of my mother. It is between you and my mother that this psychology revolves around.
Anton: Yes, your mother transferred her hatred of your father to you after she had put him away and tried to destroy any happiness for you. It is no coincidence that after she had your father committed to the asylum she committed you to the Orphanage. Of course, she had ‘good reasons’ for doing so but they weren’t the real reasons. When you turned eighteen she thought she had you again, enlisting you in the Navy and having you shipped off somewhere where she would never have to see you to remind her of her crime against your father. Thus the association of your mother, sado-masochism and Gaines.
Gaines also provides your connection to the Jews although that application came later in life. The content of Gaines’ comics, the sado-masochism, is part of the Jewish Weltanschauung that Freud expressed so well and it is that that Judaicized you, making the Jewish culture part of your own. It is that part, this Satanic consciousness that drags your spirit down causing your chronic low depression. We’ll try to shake it here but it may now be integral to your mentality.
Leaving Gaines for a moment the pre-Gaines component was your mother’s extreme selfishness. Of course your mother was three months gone when she married your father. This didn’t create so much guilt as anger. She held your father responsible preventing her from doing whatever she thought she would be doing later. You were born in 1938 in the depths of the Great Depression.
Jobs were not easy to come by and although your father was a good provider, that is you had a roof over your head and a shack to live in, even so your father ran out of jobs so he joined the Civilian Conservation Corps and went to work planting forests. He was a good man; he sent most of his money to your mother. She unfortunately as you would learn was not a good woman.
It is difficult at this point to retrieve her motivation but she got laid in the back of a Chevrolet in the parking lot of a grocery store as you know well, Perry. She became pregnant with the little bastard palmed off to you as your brother. A child of sin he has always remained so. A point came where the pregnancy could no longer be concealed.
Needless to say the realization made your father angry. In an attempt to learn the culprit he began to punch her out. In the way of women she was stout refusing to give up his name. Your father said things like ‘I am out working CCC to provide for you and you’re out, words that were unintelligible to you. Do you remember that Partly?
Partly: Yes I do.
Anton: Less than two and half and you remember! What a memory Perry. The bastard was born, your father left and you saw him only once more several months later. Do you know what happened to him?
Me: No. Never saw him again after that last time.
Dr. Anton: Your mother had him committed to the insane asylum and he lived there all his life and died there.
Gaines: Wait a minute, wait a minute. You can’t know anything he doesn’t Anton. Where’s this coming from?
Dr. Anton: Just as you have been suppressed until now Gaines so has the knowledge I’m now revealing. It came in bits and pieces and I have put it all together. Partly is just now realizing it.
Where was I? Yes, committing him was a sadistic act on the part of a guilty woman. But it didn’t stop there Partly. To assuage her guilt while indulging her sadism she had removed her husband but you, a reminder of her crime, remained. She transferred her affection to her bastard and set out to torture and frustrate you. You remember the nightmares you had in high school where your mother was constantly betraying you? That was a subconscious recognition of what you wouldn’t allow yourself to acknowledge but still you knew.
The Orphanage was just four blocks from your grandparents house where you were living. She had to know the effect it would have on your mentality, you certainly did, but just as she had put her husband away in an asylum she put his memory away in another institution, the Orphanage.
Do you remember this Partly?
Me: Sure Anton, I remember but not as clearly and well organized as you do.
Dr. Anton: You’d be a better man for learning it although at eighty who gives a shit. You’ll take it to your grave soon enough.
Me: That’s alright Anton, I’ll die, as you say, a better man.
Anton: So your mother dropped you off and you were led away just like in prison or the asylum but with slightly better conditions. And thus you began to become who you used to be before your personality integration that introduced this current phase of your life at forty-two.
You became quite independent in that harrowing situation of the Orphanage. Fate left that copy of Tales From The Crypt lying on that little porch and a pain equal to your being abandoned seared your soul again striking through your subconscious to the structural level here. You were no longer a free man but controlled from, for lack of a better term, your subconscious. I don’t know how you made it through but here you are.
Your mother’s remarriage to the maniac Chuckles who was a match for your mother’s sadism nearly destroyed you during those eight long years until graduation. Enough of that for now. Let’s deal with Gaines here.
Me: Can we get rid of him?
Gaines: Hell no!
Dr. Anton: He is unfortunately part of the warp and woof of your personality but I’m pretty certain we can modify it and reduce his Satanic level considerably.
Gaines: Over my dead body.
Dr. Anton: Preferably Gaines, that is what we’re shooting for.
With that I collapsed back into my pillow exhausted but calmer with less of a feverish feeling. I was breathing somewhat heavily. I knew that this was a significant psychological event that had not yet achieved resolution and I was afraid to lose the thread. After about an hour Dr. Polarion returned. Anton was not an alter ego as Gaines but functioned more as a guardian angel, a good spirit so I welcomed him.
‘We’ve got to handle Gaines Partly.’
‘Yes. What is your suggestion Anton?’
‘This. It seems that Gaines is functioning as a node for a constellation of similar events. The two obvious strands of the constellation are he, that is your Jewish experience, and your mother. The first step must be to disentangle your mother and put her into her own constellation to be dealt with later. You already have a decent handle on her.
That leaves Gaines and your Jewish experience which is a distinct constellation which when knowledgeable about it you’ve done a lot a preparatory groundwork but certain resolutions are still necessary. That constellation has to be distended into its planetary elements so that each can be identified and dispensed with.
In addition there may be other elements concealed within or behind the constellation of which we have yet no knowledge. Time will tell.
And then there is what Gaines wants you to do which is why he’s made his appearance now. We’ll have to listen and go from there. You and I do understand that what he wants is going to be ridiculous and dangerous.
Me: OK Anton, your analysis is good and I do have a good idea what Gaines wants; I’ve also got my arguments ready and can direct him. But, God, this is painful.
Anton: Yes Partly, self-realization can be trying and I’m sure you’re in agony. You remember Hubert Selby the fellow who wrote his novel Last Exit To Brooklyn?
Me: Oh sure, Anton. Very interesting story. He was probing his mind to write his story. That once when he came up against a particularly painful remembrance it shattered him so that he had to take to his bed for a week writhing in agony. I can’t afford the time for that now. I have things to do and fields to plow.
Anton: You may have more than you think Partly. Get some rest and I’ll get Gaines back here in an hour or so. Control your feelings.
With images of Jekyll and Hyde in my fitful dreams was the titanic struggle of the Shadow with evil and the images of Superman and Clark Kent. Good must triumph over evil although it might not be as clear cut a victory as one might hope.
Just before dawn Dr. Polarion returned and shortly thereafter I heard Gaines’ Hello, I’m here.
Me: Alright Gaines. I’m ready.
Anton had already disentangled my mother from the constellational complex so he and I were dealing with just the Gaines/Jewish constellation. In that obscured constellation other traumas wouldn’t be clear at this time.
‘What’s up Gaines?’ Anton asked quietly with an implied menace that he wasn’t going to listen to nonsense.
Gaines: Why so hostile Doctor Polarion.
Anton: We know what you’re up to Gaines. I have to tell you that we know who you are and where you’ve come from so your Satanic power is negated.
Gaines: Oh, aren’t we clever. What is my pedigree Dr. Polarion?
Anton: Simply this: You infected Partly’s mind on that stoop of the Orphanage with your sado-masochistic claptrap. Partly only semi-consciously took in the sado-masochistic sexuality without knowledge of sex, he had to repress your Satanic influence and with some few exceptions he did. As he knew nothing of Jews and your own Jewishness that puzzling aspect of your Satanity was filed away for future reference. In the meantime following Jewish propaganda he was conditioned to revere Jews and did so.
Then in winter of nineteen fifty-eight in a fit of sado-masochistic lunacy the Jews pre-empted all TV channels at the same time on Saturday prime time and broadcast the most incredible pornographic sado-masochistic program imaginable. An hour of graphic snuff films depicting naked dead bodies being pushed about by bulldozers. The sexual implications were horrendous. While secretly fascinated Partly was resentful of the Jews for pushing this atrocity on him. Without articulating it to himself he was fatally disgusted. Also without noticing it he associated the ‘entertainment’ with you Gaines.
Gaines: I’m disgusting?
Anton: Eminently. Now, there comes an incident that was let slip by almost without recognition. Partly’s wife, now deceased, came from a Jewish background on her mother’s side; the father was nominally Catholic. The mother wanted a Jewish wedding while fearing that Partly would object. The venue was unimportant to Partly, in fact, with his Jewish conditioning he got a little thrill from it.
However to the Jews the notion that a Jewish girl would marry a, what they considered Christian boy, was anathema to them. Her parents approached all the synagogues in the East Bay but there was only one Rabbi in the East Bay that would consent to marry the couple. This was brought about by the intervention of his wife’s mother’s sister whose family was a prominent supporter of the synagogue. Even so the rabbi insisted on an interview with Partly.
As I say, Gaines, Partly had no religious scruples to marrying into a religious family, not quite true, he would never have married Catholic, and thought to be amiable with the rabbi. Both Partly and his wife were above religion despising them as relics from a primitive age. While Partly tried to be amiable the rabbi didn’t. Partly talked to the rabbi man to man while the rabbi as all rabbis do exalted his position believing as a Talmudic scholar that that worthless information placed him not only above Partly or his fellow Jews but all humanity and most of the angels. Resenting Partly’s familiarity he insulted Partly grievously as not worthy of a Jewish girl while being a Christian dog or words to that effect. At that point his respect for the Jews, intense conditioning or no, vanished.
This event was constellated with you Gaines and the TV atrocity to negate any positive feeling he had for the Jews. A couple decades of propaganda was wiped out in an instant. Partly’s future unpleasant relations with Jews will appear subsequently.
So that’s who you are Gaines. Satan on a stick.
Gaines: Yeah, well Dr. Polarion I know where Partly lives. I know he has suffered insults, injuries and indignities from many quarters including the ones you mentioned and I know this: He wants revenge. Who do you go to when you want revenge? Satan, baby, Satan. And here I am.
Anton: True, Partly?
Me: No. It’s true I have a lot of resentments but they’re from assholes and assholes can’t help being assholes; if they could they wouldn’t be assholes so one has to ignore them. It’s their cross to bear and I enjoy watching them be assholes. If Gaines thinks he’s going to lure me into criminal activity he’s not here.
Gaines: Kiss my ass Partly. Social unrest is developing rapidly, exponentially day to day. There are hundreds of racial and religious, what the authorities are pleased to call murders rather than the acts of war they are happening every week.
I know Partly that you were trained by your experiences to be a serial killer. You know it. I don’t know how you’ve resisted up to this time but now is the time to indulge those resentments. Not only are the cops overburdened trying to deal with all the killing and raping going on but they’re afraid to leave the station. Whole cities are no go zones for them. They’ll never identify you, never track you down. Come on buddy, let your inner Mr. Hyde see some light. Now’s the time for your revenge.
Me: I think you’re right about the time being the right time Gaines but remember that Vengeance is mine saith the Lord. I’ve learned that it is true.
Gaines: Vengeance is mine saith the Lord? Listen to this guy. Are you putting me on Partly?
Me: Certainly not Gaines, certainly not. Remember you were kicked out of heaven for the religious offence of chutzpah. God stuck his boot up your ass and down you came. You always tempt men to their destruction by exploiting their own weaknesses. If I were to act in revenge I would surely be caught. Even at eighty I don’t want to be thought of as a criminal.
Gaines: No, you don’t want to be thought of as a criminal. Here’s a tip for you Partly…
Gaines: You stay out of this Anton, this is between Partly and me.
As above, so below, right Partly? God’s will is supposed to prevail on earth as in heaven, right?
Me: I’m not religious but the Bible does say so. What’s your point?
Gaines: As a lawbreaker I was kicked out of heaven, right. If so, then it is God’s will that I be persecuted on earth also, isn’t it?
Me: Well, you have to believe the Bible.
Gaines: No, you don’t. Freud replaced the Bible but as a Jew he follows the Bible’s rhetoric. Freud and I are one and not only am I part of your mind but Freud is too. That’s one of my attributes that Anton the so-called psychologist forgot to mention. So, if it is God’s will that it is to be on earth as it is in heaven then it is permissible to punish Satanic practices as he punished me isn’t it? As a God fearing person it is imperative that you do so.
Well, there was a thought. The Jews consider themselves God’s viceroys on Earth and that they are doing God’s will by forcing his, or theirs really on the rest of mankind, punishing those who resist, that is anti-Semites. It was a tough argument to counter while Gaines had cleverly appealed to my suppressed desires. Anton was no help at this point.
Me: To punish is vengeance Gaines and as I say Vengeance is the Lord’s. Therefore I cannot punish Gaines, however there is the question of justice, lawbreakers should not be allowed the fruit of their crimes with impunity.
As we know God has no temporal means to effect his will on earth so he must use intermediaries as his chosen vessels hence the Jews claim to be that vessel. However if God spoke to the Jews then he can speak to me. Thus if like Saint Augustine I were to hear his voice enjoining me to administer His justice on earth as he does in heaven, that is kicking Satan off the earth then I could obey his will and be judge, jury and executioner here on earth as the Jews consider themselves. Well, Gaines, that is a thought I will have to give consideration.
Gaines: Yes it is. Further…
Anton: Hold, hold it, stop Gaines. Be gone. Hold up Partly, we have to think about this. Later Gaines, later. Go.
And with a sly wink at me Gaines wandered away. He would be back, of course. But he had given me something to think about. I knew I was going to think about it too and as Gaines knew I would rationalize his suggestion into reality but only in a ‘legal’ manner.
Anton just looked at me and shook his head. He knew what was coming. So did I but neither of us could as yet admit it.
Once again I lay back exhausted. Still I had to get to work. In an agitated state of mind I reviewed the correcting of my piece for the New Serapion Brethren that I was titling The Vampyres Of New York. I had put some preliminary thoughts up on the internet so I was searching Vampyres Of New York when I was startled to find that there was an actual group called The Vampyres Of New York that claimed to be a worldwide organization. Its spokesman was some guy calling himself Father Sebastian. He was a young guy who would have been further ahead claiming to be Brother Sebastian; in another thirty years he might pass for a father.
Anything associating itself with vampirism had to be Satanic while the guy was absolutely touting himself as a religion. The crude Satanism of the nineteen sixties was obviously morphing into an attempt at a universal religion. This was a far cry from the historian Arnold Toynbee’s cry for a new universal religion to replace Christianity. Gaines was obviously right about the Satanism in Freud being a part of me but apparently the drive was to make Freudianism the basis of a new religion. Thus as Christianity as a Jewish based religion had represented the Godly Principle so Freud as a Jewish based religion would represent the Satanic Principle.
This was a revelation to me that while new I would have to try to work into my essay. I had to think about it a little so while I was thinking I tinkered around working out disguises. Having seen street activity for a couple weeks now I was uneasy walking around in my own skin; I didn’t want to become that well known.
So, as I thought I tried out mustaches, wigs, glasses, different outfits, so I could walk the streets so as not to become obvious. But, time was passing and I was driven back to my writing desk. I wanted to avoid Gaines as long as possible so I put in some long sessions hoping I would be so tired when I went to sleep that that bastard Gaines wouldn’t be called up. I was successful for the week left before going to Farquhar’s.
I was a day ahead of the deadline so I went out to get a couple two or three bottles of wine to take along. Wanted to show I was a regular guy. I am a regular guy but usually not that regular. Boy, NYC is an alkie’s paradise. What a fabulous selection of spirits. I don’t drink much but in my earlier days I could do a limited justice to the bottle. In those days I favored brandy. Really good stuff if you’re going to drink. Oh lord, if I had known then what New York showed my now I might have been the man who never returned.
I wasn’t after liquor though I wanted wine so I asked for and got bottles of Ramey’s Claret. Ramey is a good Napa Valley vintner while his claret is moderately priced and more than good enough, excellent in fact. The vintage was 2014 that particularly dry year and of small berries. Excellent, I thought it should go over. I’d had it before and it really is a great vintage.
For dress I wore a 1960 vintage sport coat I bought at a second hand store. Nothing was ready at James Carter and I had tried Lord and Taylor and other stores but none was showing other than those idiotic short jackets cut small and I thought I looked a heck of a lot better. Charles Tyrwhitt shirt, one of their higher priced dark blue and white mini stripes, black in a low light. So what’s a boy to do? Ralph Lauren had turned ludicrous after he left.
Ragnar drove me and my bottles of wine up to fifty-second street off Madison to Farquhar’s condo, very good, twelfth floor. As I entered the building an explosion went off maybe three blocks away in some direction I couldn’t determine. Somebody was acting up, hard to tell who. It was beginning to happen fairly regularly. Cops weren’t catching anybody. So many people and organizations were claiming credit for these things it must have been a nightmare investigating these things using only electronics.
As these things were getting more frequent they didn’t even make the headlines in New York while except for certain sites on the internet the rest of the country was totally ignorant of them. The permanent Obama administration was still trying to explain them away as the work of domestic terrorists, actually by now the terrorists were domestic although not so-called White Supremacists. If by Global terrorists it was only just that we should be bombed as was said and that brought the thought of Gaines back as Lessing was rattling the locks on the other side of the door.
Once that ritual was completed I was admitted into a small foyer with a second door and a number of locks which were only locked at night or when Lessing was away. The door was now open for which I was grateful.
Through the second door one entered directly into a large living room, perhaps eight hundred square feet cutting straight through the apartment to the floor to ceiling windows that looked into the windows across the street unfortunately.
The room was comfortably decorated with expensive furniture but not the costliest. The usual New York abstracts, tasteful, were on the wall facing lovely floor to ceiling bookshelves admirably stocked. Books do furnish a room, don’t they?
I was the last to arrive. Seated, looking at me with expectant bemused expressions were Max Savings, Mark Giusty and Baron Cammell the other members of the New Serapion Brethren. Lessing was apparently a bachelor or, as I was to find, a widower.
As I could see I was the oldest of the four. Lessing was seventy-two but still in his prime. How well I remember being fourteen and finding the age of seventy incomprehensible as young people still do. While even people in their thirties and forties expect people of seventy or eighty to be decrepit. Most of us aren’t. Certainly Lessing and I were in full vigor. Diet helps, three or four years earlier I had been compelled to give up my sugar diet, and I mean I love sugar, and that and an improved diet recharged me considerably.
Lessing was more robust than I being taller, probably six-two and bigger boned. He was filled out but not fat or even heavy looking, his face like mine was unlined while he had a full head of white hair as did I although mine was removable and his wasn’t. He showed a little surprise as I was nearly bald at our two previous encounters.
Lessing introduced me to Max Savings who was small, perhaps five-six, and slight. Max was the youngest at sixty-two. He was dressed like an undertaker, had a slightly weasely face with a pointed nose. He had a sharp intelligence.
Marc Giusty was Italian standing a half inch or so below me, seventy years old, still athletic looking, spent a couple hours a day in the gym as I was to learn, lean and long headed in the Italian manner, thin mustache and good features.
Last to be introduced was Baron Cammell. Baron was his first name and not a title. He would prove to be the most difficult member of the group for me.
By the time I was finished with the introductions Max had a bottle of claret open and the glasses filled. Well, you know, two fingers. One sips, this was a cultured group no full water glasses at one gulp. We accepted our glasses and looking at each other took a sip.
Lessing: Oh, very nice.
Marc: Yes. Haven’t seen the label before.
Baron: (Sniffing slightly.) Yes, quite distinctive.
Max: (Smiling.) Enough said.
Me: Yes, well, Ramey apprenticed for many years in France before setting up in Napa. I like Bordeaux style blend and claret hits the spot for me after reading all those old English novels where claret and wine were synonymous. I like this one. So, we’re all ETA Hoffmann admirers, um?
Lessing: Yes, we are that. By way of curiosity Perry, how did you come to Hoffmann.
Me: Oh, you want my origin story as the comic books say? OK Lessing, I’ve got one. I’ll do this in the best comic book style. It was a dark and stormy day back in the middle of the last century when a thirty-six year man shoulders hunched against the cold and rain looked into a shop window. Perceiving it was a book store he being a bibliophile pushed the door open. A blast of warm air hit him as heads turned to look at the stranger. The man glanced casually about at the few inside, mostly help, with no particular object in mind. His attention was caught by a slip cased set of two. Always a sucker for so-called special editions he picked it up to examine it. ‘Hmm…’ he mused to himself, ‘Selected Writings Of Hoffmann? Hoffmann who?’ Extracted, Vol. I read from the title page, E.T.A. Hoffmann The Tales. The man had heard of ETA Hoffmann spoken of most highly and of course he knew of Offenbach’s opera Tales Of Hoffmann. Twelve dollars and fifty cents. OK.
Tucking the parcel under his arm under his coat and lowering his head against the blast he proceeded down the street. I was that man.
Me: There you go Lessing and an identical copy can be found on your bookshelf right over there.
Ha, ha, ha came as a chorus from the four men: Nicely done, Perry, nicely done.
‘The lad shows promise, doesn’t he?’ said Lessing.
Max Savings: This could prove interesting.
Me: And since then then I’ve added a dozen volumes filling out, I think, what’s available in English except for that magnificent nineteenth century volume you have on your shelf.’
Lessing: That one. I’m quite proud of that find. I tramped London looking for that one. But you have never reviewed Hoffmann on your site Perry, how come?
Me. I don’t feel adequately prepared Lessing. I have added a number of Romantic writers to my library in the last four years, Kleist, Tieck and like that but nothing in the way of critical reviews so I don’t think I’m prepared to speak authoritatively. And I still have to read Goethe, the key Romantic. If you’ve read my stuff you probably are aware that I speak without concern of contradiction. I can’t do that with Hoffmann yet. So, if I may ask, give me a thumbnail of yourselves.
Lessing: I’m host so I might as well go first. The salient point is that I spent my career practicing law, mainly real estate and financial issues. That is an area where much of the money sticks to the lawyer and I am in a comfortable situation as you can see having made my share or more of the money stick to me. Although remunerative I found the law and its cases fairly loathsome so as soon as I felt financially independent I left all that behind and turned my attention to what I loved much as you have Perry. Much more rewarding.
Max Savings: I’m not quite so financially independent as Lessing and still at my desk at Chase. I certainly am not so accomplished literarily as you and Lessing but I squeeze in time in an effort to keep up.
Marc Giusty: I was a university prof all my working life, loved it at Columbia uptown here. History was my subject. Unfortunately I was just a yeoman and not a star. I wrote a few papers for academic publications and a couple slim volumes that disappeared down the memory hole but allowed me to keep my position. By the way, this is a nice wine.
Me: Glad I chose to your taste. And you Baron.
Baron: I’m somewhat of a polymath, expert in several fields. I’m working on a unified field theory to arrange the liberal arts in a chronology with commentary. That’s all you need know of me.
Me: Quite so, quite so. Now that we’ve been introduced and had a little wine what say I begin my presentation? I’m anxious for your opinion and hope to please.
Lessing: That sounds right. What is the title of your presentation Perry?
Me: I call it The Vampyres Of New York.
I noticed a little uneasiness in the Brethren at the title. Lessing spoke:
Is this a vampire story, Perry? I thought the understanding was that we present historical essays.
Me: Exactly Lessing. But lesser known aspects, other sides so to speak and that is what mine is. Don’t let the title throw you. By the way as you’re not looking at the paper I spell vampire v-a-m-p-y-r-e. I chose the spelling to indicate a difference from a Dracula type blood vampire. My essay will concern what is known as psychic vampires. When I was searching Vampyres Of New York on the internet to see if my first couple of posts had registered yet I was surprised to find that there is actually an organization called The Vampyres Of New York, spelled with a Y.
I was further astonished that it claims to be worldwide although the claim seems a little dubious. At any rate the possible leader is a guy calling himself Father Sebastian who divides his time between New York and Paris.
As you know since the first Disney version of Star Wars a recent religion has sprung up based on the concept of the Force and whatever. It seems probable that the Vampyre organization is a type of Satanic religion too. This brings to mind that after the challenge to the Jewish religion in the West after the Scientific Revolution following the Enlightenment the Western Jewish religion under the Scientific challenge dissolved into a number of splinter religions seeking a center. The center of course came from the East and was called Zionism so that Judaism with some atavism and Zion are one.
Christianity has taken longer to find a new center but under the influence of nineteenth and twentieth century Satanism we may be seeing a jelling into some form of a universal Satanic religion. It is something to bear in mind. So my historical investigation is concerned with the Jewish and Christian religious disintegration of the previous two centuries under some sort of vampiric influence. Is that alright? It won’t offend any sensibilities?
Lessing: If it is historical we have no objections.
Me: Alright. I’m pretty sure this will be a different approach to what you’re used to so I have a prologue explaining the difference between a Dracula type Vampirism and psychic Vampyrism which will concern us. This is longish but not hugely long so fill your glasses and sit back. It is written out so feel free to interrupt at any time for explanations or comments, discussions or whatever.
OK? I begin: The Vampyres Of New York.
Clip 4 following contains the text of Vampyres Of New York.
December 12, 2015
The Vampyres Of New York
Part I, Clip 2
The story continues…
As I say some sort of subconscious stirring had drawn me to New York. When I first walked into James Carter I felt stirring in my brain but now there was a deeper agitation foreboding a brain change. At my age, of course, there was always something happening, your body diminishes a bit while mental adjustments are constant but this felt more like a sea change, a premonition of a brain crunch, going in one door and coming out another.
Over the past decade or so I had had three major crises. The first was the strongest, a tremendous electrical discharge at the top of the frontal lobe. My whole power train from brain to genitals lit up, transparent as it were, I had no means to evaluate it nor was I aware of any changes in my behavior.
The second occurred a few year later, the electrical discharge was not so strong only flashing from my heart. Something had changed but I couldn’t tell what. The third that happened was only a couple years ago just before my wife died but only disalienating however I did then notice some personality changes as bits and pieces of personality fell into place. I had greater self-confidence and a bit more forceful personality, I lost my usual diffidence that had been diminishing I now noticed from the first two events.
They say that coming events cast a shadow before them. In my case that has to be true because I began to ruminate on the notion of dual personalities. I do not mean split personality but dual personality, twins of a sort, both aware of each other, nothing hidden from each. Biologically speaking the physical structure is made up of two halves, from two separate identities. That is the sperm and ovum come together to form one organism, two different and unrelated strands of DNA and the two strands retain separate identities as the brain retains two separate halves joined by another organ, the corpus collosum, that allows communication between the two halves.
At some time in the distant past a predecessor organism contained all four sex chromosomes, XXXy, but when sex evolved dividing chromosome in two the male received one X and the y while the female received the other two Xs, but the three Xs are not identical. So, the male has an X passive right side and the active sperm left side of the brain, hence the celebrated feminine side to the male personality.
The female has an active X from the sperm and passive X from the ovum.
The psychoanalysts Freud and Jung at the beginning of the twentieth century then named the ovum side of the brain the Anima and the left the Animus. So really the individual whether male or female has the elements of a dual personality.
This fact has always been recognized being frequently portrayed in literature although usually unconsciously. The first representation, although the exponents weren’t aware of the source was the opposition of God and Satan, Good vs. Evil impulses. There was a conflict between the wish to be good and the reality of being evil. This was a psychological problem that had to be explained; thus the serpent in the Garden of Eden story and also that of Lucifer being kicked out of heaven. Thus early civilized man explored the nature of psychology.
Certainly in my early life the whole notion of God and Satan was relegated to the realm of fable. By the beginning of the nineteenth century in the Western world and the Western world only biology became a source of explanation thus the story of ETA Hoffmann, The Princess Brambilla that is a discussion of the Anima and Animus.
Perhaps the most famous dual personality story of the nineteenth century was Robert Louis Stevenson’s Dr. Jekyll And Mr. Hyde. A story that concerns two aspects of the Animus. In Stevenson’s story Dr. Jekyll has suppressed a wild aspect of his Animus by emphasizing a respectable persona that he needed to succeed in the world as a physician. However Jekyll longed for the rough and rowdy days of his youth represented by the other person of Mr. Hyde. Hyde, to say the least, was uncivilized.
The repression of Hyde was so strong that Jekyll couldn’t indulge him. This being the golden age of science, while Jekyll was the experimental sort, he discovered a potion or drug that temporarily released the Hyde persona of his Animus or Ego. This was fine except for with each repeated dosage Hyde become more obstreperous finally indulging his passions in murder. He was on his way to becoming a serial killer.
Now with police hot on his trail Hyde took the antidote to turn himself back into Jekyll but alas he found the little abyss back too wide to jump over. He had become his opposite.
Stevenson’s little novelette became one of the most influential books of the twentieth century. Without fully understanding it the cat was out of the bag although it came in many different colors.
Perhaps one of the most interesting investigations was that proposed by the American writer, the great Edgar Rice Burroughs. He created one of the fundamental characters of the twentieth century, the great man beast, Tarzan Of The Apes.
Burroughs himself was entranced by Stevenson’s Jekyll and Hyde. The idea of a dual personality had a great appeal to him. Of course the novelette was new at the time presenting a startling idea. Psychology, specifically psycho-analysis, presented startling findings to the public that had to be absorbed but couldn’t or wouldn’t be absorbed for fifty years or more and then by the chosen few. Burroughs also had a great interest in psychology.
Concurrent with these developments was the newly risen conflict between civilization and the primitive with their conflicting demands on the perplexed mind of humanity. The notion was, especially propounded by the anthropologist James G. Frazer in his multi-volume The Golden Bough was his vision that the primitive mind was overlain only by ‘a thin veneer of civilization.’ Scratch a civilized man and the primitive beast beneath would emerge, not too unlike Jekyll and Hyde.
Influencing Burroughs alongside these was Darwin’s theory of evolution. Mixed and shaken well what came out of Burrough’s mind was Tarzan of the Apes.
As a ‘true’ story of course the novel is preposterous. Generally speaking the literati rejected the novel for its obvious impossibility refusing to see the allegory of the times which it was. The story is beautiful in a mythological way.
Tarzan was a thoroughly divided man just as was his model Stephenson’s Jekyll and Hyde. No less preposterous I might add. If you set a matrix over the two stories they are the same. Burroughs himself had two personalities and he believed that all people did to a greater or lesser degree, correctly as it would seem.
Thus Tarzan or John Clayton, Lord Greystoke to give him his real name and title was born an English aristocrat on a voyage to Africa. Pirates seized their ship depositing them on the coast of Gabon just below the falls of the Congo. A tribe of great apes, more resembling the Missing Link than any known species assaulted the homestead of the man, wife and child castaways killing the mother and father. The son would have been killed by the great bull ape except that a female named Kala who had just lost an infant snatched the babe from the cradle running away with it and defying anyone to harm it.
Thus the human Tarzan became a feral child raised as a beast among the Great Apes without acquiring the thin veneer of civilization. However an Englishman to the bone, a member of the greatest race of the human species, was always an Englishman no matter what the circumstances. His parents humble but well constructed cabin weathers the elements for a decade or so until Tarzan discovers it and enters to find it well supplied with children’s books thoughtfully brought by his expectant real mother. He thus discovers that he is not a funny looking ape but something else altogether. As the picture showed a boy and conveniently put the letters B-O-Y beneath it cleverly putting picture to type or two and two make four as we say he learned that the was a boy.
Teaching himself to read using the convenient dictionary his pop brought along he acquires the thinnest veneer of civilization. Probably learned chemical formulae from dad’s convenient chemistry text book although that is mere speculation on my part. At that point he acquired a dual personality. He was both a beast and a semi-civilized man. However he prefers the skimpiest loin cloth with tails hanging down front and back to the most luxurious tuxedo.
That’s the way Edgar Rice Burroughs rewrote Stephenson’s Jekyll and Hyde while integrating the latest and most advanced ideas of his times. Altogether an excellent intellectual achievement.
Stephenson’s idea wasn’t exhausted by Burroughs’ treatment. Indeed, the idea became a staple of at least pulp literature. I’m not going to trouble you with an exhaustive study but here’s a few highlights that are very interesting. The idea of the hero with a day job and an after dark avocation had taken root.
We have The Shadow of Maxwell Grant. Not just a couple dozen novels as with Burroughs’ Tarzan but well over three hundred of them. Grant was a magician. No, really. He was a practicing magician, as such he undoubtedly had an interest in hypnotism. Grant said that The Shadow had the power to cloud men’s minds so that he was invisible. That’s hypnotism and there are many more evidences in the novels.
As with Burroughs’ Tarzan some fans come from print others through other media. By 1930 when The Shadow appears the other media includes, movies, radio and comics that had come into existence. However the characters created by the movies and other media were much different than what issued from the minds of Burroughs or Grant. (Real name Walter Gibson.)
Thus Grant’s Shadow is composed of interesting dualities. On the macro level The Shadow represents the Godly mind while the evil criminals he destroys are in the Satanic mold. The Shadow might even be construed as Godliness’ last stand. The Satanic model would increase in dominance until in 1966 Time Magazine blazoned its cover in black and white with the question Is God Dead? That was quite shocking tearing the fabric of society.
In that same year the Jew Ira Levin published his novel Rosemary’s Baby telling of the birth of Satan’s child, Little Andy. The novel was followed by the Jew Roman Polanski’s horrific film of the same name in 1968 as the Satanic side of the human mind replaced the Godly. From Rosemary’s Baby flowed the Charles Manson murders. It’s been hell since.
On the micro level The Shadow himself was the alter ego of a man named Kent Allard who in vampire fashion assumed the identity of Lamont Cranston. We at the time knew only of the radio Shadow and Cranston. In the novel Allard faked his death in South America removing all traces of his existence. Returning to New York he terrorized his lookalike Lamont Cranston into allowing Allard to operate in his identity while sending Cranston overseas. Thus by day Cranston was a playboy around town and at night he was The Shadow, a vigilante fighting evil. It seems that it would be difficult to be a playboy without a nightlife but Allard/Cranston managed it. The Shadow is an integral part of my own mentality, perhaps in opposition to the evil William C. Gaines.
By the late thirties Burroughs and Grant were spawning all kinds of imitators. While comic strips in newspapers had existed since the turn of the century comic books came into existence in the mid-thirties giving whole new dimensions to the dual personality. Comic books as we know them were created by the character Superman in 1938 first in Action Comics and then in his own name.
The comic book was wholly a creation of Jewish talents pushing a Jewish agenda. As such, whether we knew it or not the comics reflected the Jewish view of life or Weltanschauung. The Jews have been described as a peculiar people and indeed their history confirms the evaluation. The Kent Allard/Lamont Cranston/Shadow triumvirate more or less sums up the Jewish experience.
Twentieth Century US experience in which I lived most of my life was one of discovery for me. In my childhood that followed the death camps of WWII I never actually knew a Jew as a Jew. Like Kent Allard they had merged into a new disguise that for a novice or even experienced person was extremely difficult to penetrate. I knew they existed because I read about them and there was a synagogue in one of the most conspicuous places in town while the only Jew that identified as a Jew was called Sheeny Sheyer and he was a haberdasher. Beyond that I scarcely knew Jews existed until the really big 1958 Holocaust fest show. That was my introduction. Since then, of course, Judaism has been one of the central thread of my studies.
Jews have developed the dual identity into an art form. As the saying goes: Sometimes they don’t know who they are.
As they are living in other people’s countries, since 1800 they have tried to adapt by adopting local haberdashery while adopting personal names in the local manner. Of course in mid-nineteenth century European population pressures compelled the State to order their peoples to assume last names, just as in our day population pressures have forced the adoption of a unique number to identify the specific individual. Thus there might be umpteen John Smiths in the US but you have to have the right number to identify your John Smith.
In the Jewish case a man might have gone by the name of Isaac Ben Abraham, that is Isaac, the son of Abraham. Under the new system he had to choose a last name. The Jews usually named themselves after articles of value or distinction. Hence all the variants of Gold, Silver and precious stones. Isaac Ben Abraham might become Isaac Goldbladder or Isaac Silvermaster or, Perhaps Heinrich Heine. Going into the twentieth century then all Westerners had a first and last name and any number of intervening names their parents might choose.
As most of these names were either German or Russian upon coming to the US many chose to translate the name into English; thus Sumner Rothstein became Sumner Redstone. Sumner itself being considered an assimilative name. David and Michael are the most popular Jewish first names. Some, like Edward G. Robinson the actor, anglicized their name more completely, his European name being Emmanuel Goldenberg (Gold Mountain.) Behind that not unlike Lamont Cranston who might have been Kent Allard was a Hebrew name and that was his real identity. So a Jew automatically had a dual identity, his public name by which he was known at large and the name with which he was registered as a Jew.
On might say then that he was always in disguise in the broad world, a secret foreign agent reporting, as it were, to the synagogue. His people came first before his ‘adopted’ country. This is a source of much confusion to non-Jews while Jews lie when they say their ‘adopted’ country is their first loyalty. Interesting that they adopt a country but the country doesn’t adopt them.
When comic books were developed in the mid-thirties they were almost exclusively Jewish hence expressing the Jewish Weltanschauung. All the characters had dual identities.
Thus Superman migrated from the planet Krypton and ‘adopted’ Earth as his chosen planet. His Krypton identity was Superman while his earthly identity was the wimpish Clark Kent. Capt. America was the Jewish identity while Steve Rogers was his goyish identity. And this continued with the comic book characters Batman and Robin identities.
Now, the Jew has always felt inferior to the other; Cain was the big strong other while Abel was the lesser younger brother. Clark Kent was a weak human while the Jewish Superman was a powerful extra-terrestrial. Steve Rogers was a 98 lb. weakling while Capt. America while lacking true super powers certainly outperformed human beings.
The creators of these characters mostly anglicized their names, Jack Kirby, Stan Lee, but not all. So these people had multiple real identities. When you think about it, it is fairly incredible.
When the super characters began playing out in the post-war years the publishers had to search for new themes and they tried everything settling finally into crime but then as Crime Does Not Pay William C. Gaines finally hit the main vein with sado-masochistic horror comics, thus Weird Tales and Tales From The Crypt et al..
That’s where I came in and leave off. I was surprised to find myself ruminating on this subject like this especially as I am beginning to find movement in my brain that signifies some sort of development. When I hit seventy-five I began to notice subtle brain changes followed by electrical discharges the significance of which I am just now understanding. So, I felt some changing was coming but I couldn’t tell when. I found out; it was imminent.
What prompted me to ruminate on dual personalities, the Jekyll and Hyde syndrome, was unknown to me but from the rumblings in my brain I knew something was brewing. Whatever abominable motives I had for coming to New York City were about to out themselves; I sensed that.
I still needed a wardrobe. I had come to the realization that I needed different garb for different situations, that is, essentially, multiple identities. Ragnar was much more familiar with the city and as his time was at my disposal I asked him to show me around some thrift shops; I needed second hand clothing.
I met him at the building’s entrance where we stopped and chatted with Ottmar the doorman for a few minutes. Ragnar gave Ottmar an opportunity to look me over and evaluate me. I put on my maximum gravitas for Ottmar, which I also assumed for the outing with Ragnar. I was sure I passed Ottmar’s test and while I couldn’t be sure I saw that he was tentatively satisfied.
Ragnar was gifted with an almost perfect knowledge of the city’s streets so I let him lead our two man parade. While walking along we passed a wig shop, I guided Ragnar in. The shine was showing through the sparsening hairs on my own head while I had always been fascinated by Andy Warhol’s use of wigs. They were good disguises.
There was a wonderful array of wigs. I picked out a grey one for dignity, a blond one to look vainglorious and a dark one, I suppose for variety but maybe in imitation of Elvis. I was interested in disguising my own paucity of follicles (God, that’s labored, isn’t it?) I can’t bring myself to say bald, but like with Warhol, for effect. An obvious wig draws people’s attention away from your actual appearance making an identification less possible. So, I was three wigs closer to my objective.
Ragnar brought us up to a block or so of thrift shops. I began selecting street clothes. There were any number of styles to choose from, very nearly any time period. Especially since the Great Migration under Obama’s third term, permanent dictatorship actually, one could buy almost any style in the world, naqibs, dashikis, everything.
The ’16 election ended the ‘democracy’ as you well know. God, that was a mess. I was irate when they refused to inaugurate Trump after he had taken a full sixty-five percent of the popular vote and all the electoral votes save New Mexico. We, of what was dubbed the Outsider Party, were irate but the Insider Party small as it was had the fire power and already controlled the apparatus so there was little that could be done in that surprise move.
At least the battle lines were drawn although little in the way of revolt has appeared yet. Some very minor skirmishing in places like Chicago and some Southern cities but nothing unmanageable yet. Remarkably quiet but with a feeling of real tension. Trump had no choice but to go back to New York City. Winning by that margin and being denied his office, of course, exposed the Insiders to the world and the mask did come down, both here and in Europe. Embarrassed the Insiders stripped Trump of his fortune leaving him with a relative pittance, he definitely had to sell his 757.
Even as Trump was returning to New York the Insiders threw down the walls and immigration exploded. They give us five million as the official number but it is probably ten to twenty million judging from the streets of New York which is where millions landed. Speaking as the ghost of John Rocker one doesn’t hear so much dozens of foreign languages but that English seems to be missing.
In an odd turn of events on our journey I noticed ‘scribes’ with tables set up for customers who wanted to send a letter back home but were illiterate. Talk of medieval times; there was no longer an appropriate name for it. I found myself buying strange things. I got a very nice Lubavitcher outfit, also a perfect disguise, weird hat and all for not too much. I picked up a naqib or burka that I thought would be a terrific disguise. You could carry weapons and nearly anything under the voluminous folds without fear of detection. Plus as an apparent woman you were generally ignored, invisible.
I also asked Ragnar to get me a couple handguns. He agreed before he realized what he had admitted but we both let that slide. I have no idea why I thought he could do it nor did I realize why I wanted them. We were fully loaded on the walk back to the condo. Perhaps spurred on by Ragnar’s ability to get guns I asked if he knew martial arts.
‘Oh sure. That was one of the Carmichael’s requirements. I also serve as a bodyguard. I’m Black Belt. Why?’
I wasn’t sure why. ‘You look like you can really handle yourself Ragnar. Good shape, athletic build, just wondered? Work out?
‘Absolutely. I don’t bulk up like a body builder but I’ve put on enough muscle to deal with things, get the right weight you know. May I ask you a few questions?’
‘Sure, go ahead. If they’re discreet.’
‘A friend of mine recognized you from your picture on your web site. He says you’re the writer Partly Wright. True?’
‘Partly Wright Delivers The Truth? Yes, that’s my stuff. Your friend reads me?’
‘He’s on the conservative side and says you lay it out as it is.’
‘That’s my goal Ragnar, that’s my goal. Good to learn somebody else thinks so too. Is your friend political?’
I was trying to find out if Ragnar was part of some secret political organization but I couldn’t come out and ask without seeming nosy.
‘Is your friend in a political set?’ I asked hoping that sounded like a generality.
‘No, we just talk at the gym about things.’
Talk at the gym? OK. There was a possibility. I let the subject drop for the time being as we were approaching the condo. We threw the bundles into the grocery cart as I reminded him to be ready for my first fitting at James Carter.
I woke up next morning and realized that I was due at James Carter for my initial fitting. I looked forward eagerly to the thought of realizing my desire for a bespoke suit, still, other thoughts crowded my mind. I wondered what my real reason was for being in New York. Yes, I was aware of the good reasons but I sensed subliminal reasons I wasn’t able to articulate. And then there were the brain stirrings that usually preceded some sort of mental adjustment. So far each had been more liberating after the trauma while I believed I had cleared out all of the fixations that had influenced my behavior. At the same time I sensed, or I knew of from study, that there was a level of conditioning that lurked below the subconscious in a sort of basement or foundation of the mind. Perhaps that was stirring. I would soon find out.
Alighting from the limo I was greeted on the sidewalk by the manager, a little too effusively I thought; there was no reason to leave the store. As he escorted me up the stairs to the second floor it hit. The seventh step up I felt, even heard, the brain crunch as I slightly staggered against the rail. Fortunately the manager was ahead of me and didn’t see me lurch or whatever grimace was on my face. I was slightly dazed and mentally unsteady as he brought the lead tailor out to introduce me to him.
I could feel the cold professional appraisal, I knew I was being evaluated for what status I would be assigned.
‘Abe, this is Mr. Partly Wright for whom we will be making several suits’. He said, adding a few suits I hadn’t mentioned as he saw that Abe was giving me a fishy eye bordering on disapproval or even hostility in an effort to forestall any affront by Abe to drive me off.
‘And Partly this is Abraham Goldbladder our tailor and one of the finest in New York’, Abe growled, ‘And anywhere else.’ ‘I’m sure you to will get along swimmingly, won’t you Abe?’
‘I’m sure.’ Abe said glowering at me, sawing the measuring tape across the back of neck a couple times. ‘Partly is it? Come this way and we’ll get started.’
I followed into the work area where Abe turned swiftly and stood glaring at me, uncertain of how to begin.
‘I know who you are Mr. Wright.’ He said sternly. ‘Follow me.’
‘Well,’ I said to myself, ‘This explains who some of the people are who Ragnar noticed following me. It isn’t that I didn’t think The Tribe mightn’t be tagging my movements but this confirmed it, moved my suspicions from paranoia to fact, so to speak.
Abe led through a corridor or two, down backstairs to a door he flung open with an imperative gesture to pass through. I found myself in an alley, a dank smelly alley, narrow and confining. At first I thought that Abe had thrown me out, refusing to serve me but, no, he followed me out and stood confronting me.
‘We know who you are.’ He repeated sternly as though demanding a reply.
I paused a moment gathering my fractured wits about me while trying to assume a commanding but condescending humorously mocking posture. This confrontation would determine the quality of my stay in New York. Abe believed that confronting me in amongst the smelly dumpsters in the alley would be an insult to put me at a disadvantage. Abe had no way of knowing that I had dealt with his tribesmen in a more than somewhat intimate basis in my working years and was quite familiar with Jewish tactics.
I smiled and chuckled at him trying to exude the air that Abe was in his proper habitat and that I was fully aware of it. I did succeed to his obvious discomforture.
‘I’m sure you do, Abe. I’m just surprised that you have finally come out into the open. Am I in your habitat now?’
It was important for me to get the upper. I knew that Abe would try to get me angry while not being able to imagine any other arguments than the Semitic canards that had come down through the ages forming the basis of his peoples’ minds. I therefore imagined myself smoking the avuncular or grandfatherly pipe chuckling quietly at the young one’s impertinence. If I could get Abe steamed so much the better.
Abe flushed a little, losing his edge, when he realized that I had said that he was in his element in the alley amongst those godawful dumpsters.
‘We want to know what you’re here for. What’s up your sleeve?’
‘Oh Abe’, I chuckled, ‘you’re not going to lay that paranoid trip on me are you? Do you fear the other that much?’
‘Fear what other?’ He said, jutting out his jaw a trifle. ‘We aren’t afraid of anyone.’
‘Oh Abe, you know, the ever present fearsome anti-Semite. Those you have to shut down and silence by any means necessary.’ I took an imaginary draw on my imaginary pipe to keep a steady low.
‘We know from your writings that you’re an anti-Semite Wright, the lowest form of scum on the planet.’
‘By ‘we’ I presume you’re including the American Jewish Committee and Anti-Defamation League, possibly the SPLC, Abe?’
He snorted non-committally refusing to answer.
‘Only in the Jewish mind, Abe.’ I replied to his question with a smile and a knowing laugh. ‘Anti-Semitism is only Jewish fear of the other in action. You just can’t face who you are; any criticism smarts so bad because it tells you the truth about yourselves. The truth is that Jews always live in societies that are superior to you and that clashes so furiously with your fantasies of superiority that it drives you mad.
There is evidence. Consider the Jews transported from a relatively primitive backwater town like Jerusalem to the stupendous magnificence of Babylon. The Jewish imagination was dwarfed. Thus you have madmen like Isaiah and Ezekiel proclaiming Jewish superiority and opening the gates to the Persians.
The same scenario has been repeated ad infinitum throughout history including your opening the doors of the United States to unlimited diverse immigration. That’s the same thing as opening Babylon’s doors to the Persians or Spanish doors to the Moors not to mention then opening Moorish doors to the Spaniards. It is incontestable Abe.
Jewish frustration erupts into mass murder. The Jews attempted to compete with and subject the Roman Empire. That ended in the complete destruction of Israel and the leveling of Jerusalem and the Temple. Undismayed your people continued the war finally erupting at the beginning of the second century murdering half a million people in Alexandria and Cyprus under the most barbaric conditions. A true crime against humanity.
The result of that episode was a manhunt to destroy any and all Jews. Sixteen hundred years later after the resulting collapse of civilization your Jews again thought to kill all Europeans. Sabbatai Zevi posing as a messiah thought to usher in the millennium in 1666. Your Jews in Europe were selling their possessions for peanuts to have a last fling as money wouldn’t matter after the redemption. The redemption failed and the Jewish revolt never happened.
I’m skipping over a great deal Abe, just the highlights now. Then in 1914 you instigated the Great European Holocaust that after the terrible wars from ’14 to ’45 has continued to today when you have refused to seat the elected presidential candidate Donald Trump.’
Here Abe lost control a little, I was succeeding. ‘That was only social justice. I’m sure you know that in 1920 five elected Jewish representatives to the New York legislature were refused their seats and sent back to New York City.’
‘Not because they were Jewish Abe, because they were Socialists.’
‘What’s the difference?’ Abe let slip.
‘In answer to your question, none.’ I laughed as merrily as I could without seeming forced. I had admired a lesson Marshall McLuhan had given to Tim Leary in the Sixties of the old century that when confronted by hecklers the best reproof was to just open your mouth and laugh them off. Drives them crazy and it seemed to effect Abe that way who should have known better with his age and experience.
‘But the situations are not comparable Abe. Of course with the elected candidate refused we still needed a president. Hillary, the defeated candidate was not possible and there were no alternates legally available so you people set aside all law, all precedent and said Obama would continue as president for life. And then you had the gall to get your three Jewish representatives on the Supreme Court to declare it constitutional. Fourteenth Amendment my ass.’
‘That was a problem that had nothing to do with we Jews.’
‘One thousand Rabbis said otherwise Abe. Deny as you will. Then out of sheer malice you destroyed Trump. Stripped him of everything for having defied you. Took everything, even renamed Trump Towers the Goldman Towers. Don’t know why you left the other half of the name off. Everyone knows who Obama’s boss is.
So, really Abe, I’ve got your number, you don’t have mine. I know you, you know me. I’m just here to get some clothes because your company reminds me of Eric Ross. It gives me some continuity. You’re going to have to make my suits for me.’
So saying l slipped inside the door quickly throwing the dead bolt. Abe hammered and shouted to no effect. Accepting the inevitable he walked the length of the dark smelly alley emerging into the light to the amusement of those watching. Abe’s planned humiliation of me turned back on him.
Abe had a short discussion with his manager but as there would be a fair amount of money involved he accepted his fate and began my first fitting.
I had won this one but the strain told on me. My head was rattling as Ragnar drove me back to the condo. I felt uneasy if not outright sick while the laughter in my head I had experienced in the alley came back.
Ottmar smiled me in and the elevator wait seemed interminable before I got the he thirty-first floor and all the door locks unlocked, rushing into the bedroom to leap into bed. I had just pulled the covers to my chin when I heard that low chuckle and a voice say ‘Hello.’ There was no one there but the voice went on: ‘Hello. Yes it’s me. It’s Gaines.’
‘Gaines? Who the hell is Gaines?’ I found my mind answering.
‘You remember me. Gaines? The comic books? Tales From The Crypt, Weird Tales? Remember? I’m why you came to New York.’
‘Gaines?’ Oh, I know what has happened. My own personal Mr. Hyde has shown up. I had acquired a dual identity. ‘I just want to sleep Gaines. Come back later.’ He did cease and I dropped into a fitful sleep.
Continued in Clip Three.
November 9, 2015
The Vampyres Of New York
The years add up. It was when my total was approaching eighty that I took stock of my life. All the things I had put off to some distant future now loomed important as I now realized I was in the only future I had left. The future was limited. Any day now in all probability.
I had been dissatisfied with my appearance for some time. Time had passed and I hadn’t kept up with it. I was dressing as I had thirty or forty years ago. It was time to invent a new persona, get a new haircut, buy some new clothes. As improbable as it may seem I fixed on the persona of Cary Grant as he appeared in the old fifties movie To Catch A Thief. Of course my looks were nowhere near Cary Grant’s at that time still I was slender and not totally homely, besides clothes make the man and you can buy clothes. I offed to LA in pursuit of the perfect garb.
While I found the perfect outfit, plaid jacket, a couple pair of pants and a cravat I did take what would turn out to be a short sighted view. I should have selected a wardrobe rather than an outfit. Nevertheless as I returned home I thought I was passable. It would take a while to get comfortable in the new persona but I thought the cat was in the bag and the bag was in the river. I was passable for the old hometown but I had my sights set on New York City.
I had always wanted to spend a year in NYC and environs to enjoy all the cultural attractions. The Sixties in which period I had devised the desire no longer represented The Big Bagel as some people now call it. Then in that impoverished city you could rent a loft of 3000 square feet for fifty dollars a month not only in a deserted building but a whole dilapidated neighborhood. Today in the same areas condominiums are going for tens even hundreds of millions of dollars. Whole neighborhoods have been razed to build enormous buildings. There was that expense I now had to consider. An apartment in a building I considered suitable might go for anything from fifteen to twenty-five thousand dollars a month. While I was not exactly down to my uppers I quailed to think of spending possibly three hundred thousand dollars for a year’s worth of shelter. Call me a piker.
I’d rather abandon that particular item on my bucket list but then I remembered that some people needed house sitters while they were off perhaps on an extended tour of the world. I didn’t think there was much of a chance but I contacted an online agency, filled out the forms and much to my surprise was advised of a situation a month later. Six weeks after that I was on a flight to The Big Apple, as some other people express it. Imagine fortune smiling on me like that.
And believe me fortune was smiling. I had previously emailed a photo of me dressed for the occasion and had received a photo of the guy who would meet me at the airport. A wise precaution as it turned out. Leaving the plane the driver and I quickly spotted each other but also waiting to greet me was a guy holding a sign that said Partly Wright. I don’t know he was but I’ll explain later. Unless I forget.
My driver was a big fellow who looked like he might have had past. He took my carry on which was all I had; at that moment I realized how ill prepared I was for a year’s stay. What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking anything, I had subconscious motives as it turned out. The driver, Ragnar, led me out to one of those white stretch limousines about thirty feet long. I was the sole occupant in this huge room complete with bar and TV both ofwhich I ignored.
Arriving in the Tribeca neighborhood the limo stopped in front of a forty story condominium building. I knew from the pictures I’d received that the apartment was luxurious but the reality of the building was daunting, massive, all marble. Ragnar passed me by the doorman and the elevator carried me to the gold painted door on the thirty-first floor. Long grocery haul I thought.
Squaring myself away as we said in the Navy I pressed the button.
In the old days there would have been a peephole but now three separate cameras scanned the hallway to ensure the way was clear. Need I say the photos did not do justice to the apartment? This was splendor. Obviously done by an interior decorator. The ensemble was spectacular, a large entry and living room in quiet warm earth tones, splendid artworks, abstracts, decorated the walls. Lining the long wall was a magnificent library, floor to ceiling shelves with a little rolling ladder. No kidding. Windows looked out over the bay to the East and the views of the Hudson and the wastes of New Jersey to the South were spectacular.
Dazzled beyond comprehension I was only vaguely aware of answering the usual questions about the flight while as it was now six-thirty in the evening I was politely shown to a bedroom to clean up and relax a bit as dinner was to be served at seven-thirty. This respite was much needed as I was somewhat dazed by my marvelous even unbelievable situation. Freshened and somewhat less dazed I took my assigned seat at table.
The condo itself must have cost the Carmichael’s tens millions of dollars. That I was going to live there a year for free flabbergasted me. The table at which we were sitting was an absolute work of art such as would have satisfied royal tastes throughout the ages. The graceful chairs were a delight to sit in. Contrasting those were a plain white setting made in China that appeared to come from Restoration Hardware or Williams-Sonoma; in fact I know they did because I had an identical set at home. Rather strange I thought.
As I sat staring at the original of Columbus Discovering America I knew I was in the home of intellectual wild men. Perhaps my eyes were open too wide because the mistress of the table, perhaps some reincarnation of the goddess Diana the Huntress in the disguise in which she entombed the father of us all, Merlin, asked: Is something wrong Mr. Wright?
‘Oh, no, no, ‘Mrs. Carmichael, I replied quickly, just a little giddy from the long flight. You know how they pack us in these days. If you like you can call me Perry which is what I’m known by instead of Partly or Mr. Wright. Mother had a sense of humor that used to entertain us all.’
‘I know all about that, Perry. My given name is Lady, which I do go by, Lady Margaret Carmichael in full that leads to some amusing situations, and this is my husband Miles. This gentleman here is our friend Lessing Farquhar. We hope you’ll both be friends.’
‘Oh, I’m sure…’
‘You must be wondering why we chose you to housesit during our absence?’
‘Well, Lady, I was born in the bottom of a wishing well; I just figured my wish was granted. Sometimes the gods do favor us as I’m sure you know. But apart from that what were your and Miles reasons?’
Farquhar let out a little smarting laugh, ‘Perhaps you thought you’d died and entered Valhalla?’
‘Something like that. Was it my charming picture?’
‘That too. But the three of us are historians or amateurs at least. Would it surprise you to know we’ve read your writings on your blog?’
‘Not surprise, but shock. I do have a couple million reads so somebody must have keyed in but one never knows who. It is only occasionally someone lets drop a hint that they may have; very seldom does anyone own up to it.’
‘You have a couple million reads?’ Farquhar asked surprised.
‘Yes, and what is gratifying is that my audience is thoroughly educated as T.E. Wogglebug characterized himself. A metric company, Quantcast, that keeps track of these things places my post-grad readership at between 160-220 percent of normal while grads are about 120-150 of normal. I was somewhat astonished at that. So while shocked or perhaps amazed that you have read something not really surprised. Gratified however.’
‘Judging from your writings you are certainly well read. May I ask what sort of education you have?’
‘Oh sure. I interpret education in the broadest sense. As to formal education, High School in ’56, college at California State College, Hayward- now California State University East Bay- some graduate work at UC Berkeley and the University of Oregon but no advanced degrees. I found college useless although I did learn what I was supposed to do, that is, the method. I know how to progress around the bases.
But my real education, baseball cards, stamp collecting, comic books, sci-fi and all that, took place outside bricks and mortar school. Probably the most influential source was that of comic books although I am unable to say what it is I learned. Some I can, but mostly not. My comic book education took place from after WWII to just after 1950 when I was force weaned.
If you know anything about comics you know William C. Gaines EC comics. Originally EC stood for Educational Comics but after Gaines introduced the horrid Tales From The Crypt genre he changed the initials to mean equally preposterously, Entertaining Comics. They were horrid. They blasted my brain. I could hear and feel the crunch. Those comics were evil. While reading one I said to myself: They shouldn’t let us little kids read this stuff. But I stood in line for the next month’s issue down at the magazine store. I didn’t realize it then but the store was a venue for what passed as pornography at the time. Do gooders were there to tell us we shouldn’t read comics. We knew it but we didn’t care.
Educational bits and pieces. The comics were almost wholly a Jewish operation. Gaines himself was Jewish although he has an Anglo name. All his artists, writers and inkers and whatever were Jewish too although most assumed Anglo names. Not being aware from seven to eleven when I read this stuff I had no idea of how Jewish comics were. I recently reviewed an issue of my favorite, Plastic Man, on the internet and was astonished to see that he was a thoroughly Jewish hero. I had no idea. Still it was somewhat disguised, nowadays, in the new comics like the X-Men the heros flaunt their Jewishness. Superman in retrospect was also very Jewish.
But as I say the horror comics, Tales From The Crypt, Weird Tales and that ilk transfigured my brain. It was only two years ago that I realized the negative influence of Gaines and his filth. I still don’t understand how I reacted.’
Farquhar interjected: ‘That’s interesting. Problems? What sort of problems were you having?’
‘Mostly pressures in the head. Not headaches, from which I have never suffered, but pressures; an awareness of the perimeter of my brain, knots and twists in my brain. For a longtime a big knot over my ear, right side of my brain. Then later it crossed over to the active or left side. I had serious electrical discharges.’
‘And you believe this came from EC Comics?’
‘I don’t believe it, I know it.’
‘Well, Lessing is it?, after a few decades these issues came to a head, after an attack two years ago I unraveled the mystery in a dream so that the cause having been recognized the symptoms disappeared. I am now free of EC, or think I am. I don’t know that I can ever get it out of mind.’
‘That’s rather extraordinary isn’t it?’
‘Not really. Basic Freudian psycho-analysis runs through the version of self- analysis of the much despised Emile Coue. Coue was the ‘I’m getting better every day in every way.’ guy. Much misunderstood. It was just really buried, not so much a fixation as a state of mind. When my brain crunched, which is what I suppose the knots symbolized it just took decades of probing to get at them.’
‘It’s amazing you could do that.’
‘Maybe. But a few decades ago I read The Divine Pymander of Hermes an ancient self help book in which the demon Poimander approaches the scholar just as he is about to enter the dream state. Poimander introduces himself to the near sleeping scholarly inquirer to advise him that he is there to help. He will show the scholar what he wants to know. All the scholar has to do is keep in mind what he wants to know and Poimander will guide him to it.
This is essentially Coue’s process. Access the subconscious so that it is working in the direction you want it to. The power of positive thinking of, I believe, Bishop Sheen in the fifties. For instance I wanted to remember a girl’s name from high school and it was completely blocked. I could look at her picture in the high school year book and not recognize her. Then one morning coming out of the last sleep or dozing, a little bar like from a slot machine dropped in front of eyes with the name Donna Meininger in black and white. Doesn’t always work quickly but it works.’
‘Freud was a very clever man but I still find psycho-analysis distasteful. Freud should never have invented it.’
‘Actually Freud didn’t invent it, he collated it from numerous sources while giving it his peculiar cast. He systematized long known ideas. He was extremely well read in is chosen field. He was of the German culture so he had access to all the Romantic writers in the German language. The Germans were miles ahead of anyone else except for possibly the French. A universal prejudice against the Germans prevents the translation of much of German literature.
But who I consider one of the greatest writers, E.T.A. Hoffmann was a very astute psychologist from whom Freud appropriated wholesale.’
At this point I saw Farquhar’s ears perk up.
‘Freud himself read Hoffmann as he refers to him and I’m sure he read a great deal of his work giving him much food for thought. The West, and here by West I mean the US, France and England, doesn’t appreciate Hoffmann the way it should as we have only translations of a few of his more bizarre tales. A couple things have appeared or have been reprinted recently such as The Devil’s Elixers and the Serapion Brethren that are truly breathtaking, especially The Serapion Brethren. Astonishing grasp of psychology.’
Farquhar: ‘You’re a great admirer of Hoffmann then?’
‘Oh yes, but to continue. Freud was central to understanding the fifties and beyond but the fifties especially. I was not fully aware of that at the time being too young and dumb but since. After comic books as an educational influence came the influence of movies, records and finally TV. The movies of the fifties were obsessed with the hysterical fear of alien attacks from outer space. This was obviously influenced by the nuclear race. All sorts of monsters freed from the Freudian Id arose to confront us. We all knew and loved The Creature From The Black Lagoon, also the giant carrot that came from outer space.
The basic pornography of the comic books, and they were nearly pure porn, became invasive and more influential. Every week was a new challenge. As I had been immersed in comic books I became immersed in science fiction, both movies and print. And sci-fi was great stuff. Bradbury and Heinlein were my big stars in books although I read so much stuff I couldn’t tell you who the authors were. In movies Richard Matheson’s The Incredible Shrinking Man was really astonishing, life changing. I gave up on sci-fi after reading Williams Tenn’s amazing stories. At that point I decided sci-fi was just a waste of time.
Nevertheless the earlier influence of comics was immeasurably strengthened. This whole comics, sci-fi was shatteringly presented and encapsulated by a real lie ‘sci-fi- event in late 1958 that really cracked my brain while causing deep resentment against a society that would do such a thing.
I think you people may be old enough to remember if you haven’t blocked it out. It will come back to you if you did see it. Israel had been established and the ’56 Israeli and Arab war had been fought and won by the Jews. Ever paranoid they undoubtedly feared an adverse reaction or, as they put it, a rise in anti-Semitism. For some reason the Jews found their casualties as the hands of both the Germans and Soviets unjust. Unable to resist the Soviets and under whose control they were they concentrated on the German camps naming it a holocaust.
On a certain Saturday night in November as I remember they commandeered all the TV networks and independent stations countrywide so that no one could escape watching it other than turning off their sets which solution I’m sure occurred to nobody. They then showed scenes from the camps that I’ve never seen since. Totally emaciated nude bodies were piled into a small mountain perhaps thirty feet high and maybe a hundred feet long, I’m working from memory. A Caterpillar was then fired up belching black smoke as the blade moved into this huge pile. What the intent of the driver was I don’t know as it didn’t seem possible the driver could move such a huge mass while the bodies would have tumbled down on the driver’s head. This was truly horrific, exceeding Tales From The Crypt by a factor of at least ten and it made the same impression on me as EC’s tales when I was eight and nine.
In some strange way that viewing closed off my early education and I began the current phase.
Perhaps the generation to which I belonged that was raised on those vile comic books began to come of age in the Sixties so that movies have come to more and more resemble those comic books of William C. Gaines. I suppose in some weird ways those comics were a major influence informing US history since. Unfortunately I haven’t determined the exact effect they had on me since as I think the effects were deeply subliminal.
So, there you have it the basis of my education, everything since is just accumulating knowledge.
Farquhar: ‘My mother wouldn’t let me read comic books so I have no ability to grasp their psychological effect.’
Miles: My mother also. As I remember parents were virtually united in opposing them. I’m surprised your mother let you read them.’
‘She didn’t Miles. I was in the orphanage in my top reading years and beyond her or anyone else’s control. Within very elastic limits I did what I chose. As an orphan I rejected anyone’s authority and that was almost complete. I roamed and investigated. I was completely independent; almost no supervision. I would brook no interference and there was little compulsion although I was feared and hated by the house mothers. I was as free as I’ve ever been except for maybe now.
When my mother remarried she threw away my two foot pile of comic books for which I have never forgiven her.’
All three people were staring at me for some reason. Finally Lady spoke: ‘For all that you don’t seem to show any ill effects. You are certainly well mannered.’
I realized then that I had probably said more than I need have since all I was asked essentially was whether I had a college degree and from where. ‘No matter,’ I said, ‘Be that as it may. Between comics and Freudian psychology I’ve been able to put things in order. Poimander, so to speak, has shown me the way. I expect to enjoy New York immensely.’
It was now fairly late and as I was running on West Coast time I was getting fairly tired while it showed. I was shown to my room and very gratefully dropped off to sleep immediately between very high quality sheets. It was bliss.
Having now climbed part way up the mountain I had set myself from youth at the age of eighty I had reached a plateau. I luxuriated myself in bed until after ten then got up and shaved and showered feeling somewhat like a new man. This year was going to be my year.
Emerging from my room, itself decorated with beautiful pictures I emerged into the glorious light flooded living room with its wonderful, actually, picture gallery. I was luxuriating in this glow when Lady and Miles entered the room.
‘Good morning Perry.’ They said in unison.
I felt so good. I broke into a big smile quite uncharacteristically and gave them as good as I got with a bright cheery hello to both. I did feel good for perhaps only the second time in my life and I’ve forgotten the first, all weights were lifted from my shoulders.
Lady and Miles explained that they too were fulfilling a lifelong dream of spending a year in Europe pointing out the delights they expected to find. Shifting to me they pointed out many features of New York that I might not have found myself but sad to say as my year was to progress differently than I had planned I never visited any of them.
I gave some indication of my intentions most of which I never fulfilled while reassuring them that their apartment was in good hands. I assured them I intended to have no visitors as I wanted as few as possible to know where I lived so that they need have no fears.
After viewing the great library with them both I was taken downstairs to be introduced to Ottmar the doorman. Little did he know that his life was about to enter a new phase. He looked fiercely protective of his domain which pleased me greatly. Nothing like a good bulldog to keep the strays away.
Surprisingly they offered me the services of their chauffeur Ragnar and the accompanying limousine as they wanted to keep him employed so as not to lose him to someone else in their absence. I gratefully accepted. Ragnar too was about to enter the Twilight Zone. Free rent and transportation, there was a lifelong dream realized, was more than could be expected. And so the next morning my benefactors, for what else could they be, left for the delights of Europe such as they might be in this age of foreign invasion and I was left alone in my own little paradise.
I spent the rest of the day at home relaxing, ordering my mind and browsing the wonderful library. As Lady, Miles and I were roughly the same age I had most of the classics they did although their editions were much finer than mine. There was a nice selection of history and picture books, really nice art stuff, so I just put my feet up and loafed and loafed. It really felt good. Lord, what a wonderful feeling. May you have such joy yourself.
On Saturday, that is the next day, I called Ragnar to bring his limo around and had him drive me up to the Met to view some more pictures and objets d’art.
Ragnar along with Ottmar were both Germans which pleased me greatly. Ottmar was older and more regal but with a very fine mind while Ragnar, somewhere, over thirty, was harder looking, seeming to more on the qui vive, perhaps a little shady. We hadn’t much to say at the moment as I was twenty-five feet away in the back and he was behind the wheel. I preferred it that way. It gave me time to think. We would become more familiar but enough for now.
Ragnar pulled up in front of the Met walking back to open the door for me. I could have popped out myself and preferred to but I thought it best to give myself maximum gravitas and maintain appearances. After all, this was New York City. I can tell you I got great respect emerging from a limo especially as I was dressed in my new persona of grey slacks (when was the last time you heard pants referred to as slacks?) green plaid jacket and princely cravat. I smiled around benignly at the gapers and mounted the steps.
The museum while not crowded was busy and I drifted from gallery to gallery in a sort of fugue or dream state. I hadn’t become blasé so soon. I had stopped without thinking before a Claude landscape. My gaze was directed at it but almost in a state of self-hypnosis as my mind was occupied with other thoughts. I wasn’t really seeing anything when a voice as though from a dense fog came to my left ear: ‘Well, Partly Wright unless I’m mistaken.’
Startled at being recognized I turned to see Lessing Farquhar. I stammered, searching for his name as Lessing popped into my mind. ‘Lessing, hello, what a coincidence.’
‘Not really, Perry, I saw Ragnar and the limo on the street. He told me you were here. I’ve been wanting to talk to you so I popped in.’
‘And you found me. I presume you no longer work, then?’
‘No, thank the gods, no. I chucked that a few years ago. I made enough, especially in my thirties and forties and have had a couple nice inheritances since so I have no need for a job and no regrets about it. Lawyering wasn’t that much fun, anyway. I take it you no longer have your shoulder to the wheel?’
‘Not remuneratively and not that wheel but I do my best to help struggling humanity along. Being above the fray gives you a better perspective. I just study and write; keep up the blog.’
‘Seeing the shape the world is in it doesn’t seem you’re having much luck with your endeavors.’
‘I haven’t effected any major changes yet but I may have had some success moving things forward, changing attitudes.’
‘A bold claim. How’s that?’
‘Well, Lessing, you know that a few years back, a decade or so. The savage Liberals were raging unobstructed as very few seemed to realize the true situation what with Ignatiev calling for the extermination of Whites without a dissenting voice. I was if not the first, one of the first, taking him seriously and sounding the alarm. Over the succeeding period I’ve been ahead of the curve in exposing and denouncing the Liberal agenda. Today it seems that a new awareness, consciousness, of what is being propagated has developed and that consciousness seems to reflect the attitude I’ve been trying to foment so I think, I hope, that my voice on the voter has not been without effect.’
‘Just you and your computer, is that it? I’ve found your site interesting myself. Do you have many readers?’
‘I’ve got a couple million reads over the decade I’ve been writing plus a lot of my stuff gets republished on other sites so I have no idea of my true reads. Suffice it to say I seem to see ideas reflected. If you’re a reader Lessing I’d have to consider myself a success.’
‘Actually, Perry, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I was interested to learn that you’re an E.T.A. Hoffman reader, especially The Serapion Brethren. I’ve been enchanted by the book myself, so much so that I’ve been organizing a New Serapion Brethren. I have myself and two others. I thought you might be interested in joining us. Instead of writing stories we’re studying history and trying to trace the back stories, the things that get overlooked behind the printed histories. Do you think you might be interested?’
‘I’d be very interested, Lessing, and flattered by the invitation. I’m in accord. You know how I think as you’ve read my stuff so you know the byways I search. No surprises? So, yes.’
‘Excellent, Perry, excellent. I’ll give you a call for our next meeting that should be a couple weeks from now. I have to go now, have some things to do. Expect a call tonight or tomorrow. ‘Till then.’
And Lessing got up and walked away. Wonderful, there was nothing I wanted more than congenial company to discuss the weighty problems.
After spending a pleasant afternoon touring the Met I went back to my digs, don’t you love calling a thirty million dollar condo, digs? I sure as heck do. Be that as it may I went ‘home’ to plan my next moves.
I spent that Sunday sitting looking out the floor to ceiling windows at the light dancing off the waters and boat traffic drifting around. I sat musing on how to order my miraculous year. Obviously one carry on bag of clothes wasn’t going to do me much good nor would one suit of clothes. Still, I breathed easy, I was content, even happy at the prospect of building a new wardrobe. What the heck, at eighty what did I have to lose, life is short and what was left ahead of me was even shorter. I might not even live out the year. I had enough so I wouldn’t go broke unless I lost all self-control, so what the heck.
From viewing street activity I also realized I would need several wardrobes. Driving around with Ragnar yesterday I realized what a diverse population, what bizarre costumes Manhattan boasted. Of course being well dressed was essential but there were neighborhoods in which it might be perilous. Hell, looking at some areas I saw it might be wise to buy a dress or two and bob my hair. I must have passed through Tranny Central. Anyway, shopping was first on my list. And then I was ravenous to visit New York’s fabulous book stores.
I made the Strand Bookstore my first objective but then when Ragnar pulled up I suddenly decided to go to Harry’s for a haircut and professional shave. I began using Harry’s razors a few years before, I had always wanted to visit the shop so now was the time.
I could have walked up to McDougal Street but I thought it best to use the limo. I’m sure the style of my arrival wasn’t unique in New York, still it placed me in a certain class. Fortunately I was early or I might not have gotten in. I didn’t really need a haircut; two years previously I had devised my hair style and had gotten those Hollywood invisible cuts to maintain the same appearance at all times.
A couple snips and the haircut was finished, a few more moments for a shave and Ragnar whisked me over to the Strand. Billed as having miles of aisles the selection was incredible. You can imagine what New Yorkers could sell as used books. I actually came away with a couple hundred pounds of books including a great five volume set of Bancroft’s record of the 1893 Chicago Columbian Exposition that I intended to offer as a gift to Miles and Lady. No home is complete without one.
Well, you know, you don’t cover miles of aisles in a minute or two and I was not even thinking lunch amidst all those volumes so it was four before I called Ragnar around and let him load the tonnage. New York, New York, what a wonderful town. Of course I hadn’t gotten to the underside yet.
If you don’t like books you won’t understand the exhilaration I felt the next morning looking at the mound of books sitting on the living room floor the next morning. I never got enough books for Christmas and always the wrong kind as a kid so whammo!- all the disappointments of those Christmases wiped away in one fell swoop. That Columbian Expo set was a real delight. Maybe I’ll keep it and get Lady and Miles something else.
Bedtime found me still flipping pages and fondling covers. But, too much fun…I still had numerous duties and miles to go.
Lessing had called so I was obligated to write something for the meeting of the New Serapion Brethren two weeks hence. I decided to devote the day to wardrobe building. While no expert on New York still back on the Coast I had had my trusty computer with the ability to search. Oh yes, I ordered a new HP for my stay. I had visited New York way back in the seventies, but believe me, that was then and this was now so not exactly a novice I wasn’t much more. The images on the net had given me some idea of what to expect along with reading New York Magazine. It was almost as though I had visited the stores.
The first thing I needed was some shirts, shorts too, but I figured that if I found shirts I would find shorts and perhaps socks too. I selected Charles Tyrwhitt for my shirts. Tyrwhitt was just a block up from James Carter on Madison Avenue. The latter was my choice for suits.
I was familiar with both stores’ merchandise both from the net and catalogs. The world at my doorstep and all that. Picking up a couple dozen shirts from Tyrwhitt didn’t involve any agonizing decisions although there was a moment’s hesitation over a couple ties, I finally settled on five and bounced out of the store. I noticed a couple idlers as I got into the limo but didn’t think too much of it.
Tyrwhitt is modestly priced while James Carter is on the high side, nothing like Brioni, but respectably high priced. They consider themselves expensive but fifteen hundred for a jacket is chicken feed compared to Brioni. If you really want to spend money believe me, you can do it. I wanted to make an impression at Carter so we pulled up in front while I took a long time getting out of the limo. As I sat there I noticed the idlers from Tyrwhitt drifting down to Carter’s.
Could have been the limo but then they weren’t that rare in the Big Bagel, as some people call it.
James Carter was high fashion dress. It was one of these classy stores, maybe three thousand square feet a floor, three floors, lots and lots of what they call negative space. Of course on a good day these guys could probably do a hundred thousand so I guess empty square footage didn’t count against them too much. They’d probably have to have ten mill a year to make it. I was there to help them over the hump.
When it comes to today’s fashions I am no admirer of them either men’s or women’s. It’s not because I have a long memory although I will confess that as I was going to buy bespoke the designs I had in mind were very close to 1956. Check out the jacket Ferlin Husky wears on his record Boulevard Of Broken Dreams. But that involved no nostalgia or fogeyism; I just didn’t like the short jacket too big for your britches look that prevailed.
And that’s all they had on display, these horrid short jackets that look like they’re two sizes too small including the more than tight fitting high water pants that they used to laugh at hillbillies for wearing. I was study a manikin trying to keep the look of disgust off my face when I was approached by a salesman elegantly decked out, obviously gay. But then what would expect in a men’s store? After all, that’s where the boys are. He wasn’t objectionable just that arch attitude they have.
Nice looking fellow about six-three, slim, trim, and a million dollars on the hoof.
‘Is there anything I can do for you?’ He arched.
‘Is this the only style of suit you’re showing?’ I arched back.
‘This is the style of today.’ He replied.
‘Does that mean the only style you show?’
‘This is THE style. It is what with it men are wearing.’
With it? I hadn’t that one for a while.
‘Yes. I’m a very with it guy but I interpret ‘it’ perhaps in a somewhat different manner. Perhaps I should confer with your tailors in the bespoke department.’
‘That would be second floor, to your right.’
‘Many thanks.’ I said drily.
Then someone who might have been the floor manager swept up and said: ‘Here, let me show you up.’
I almost said: Lead on MacDuff but I had gotten that one out of my system decades ago; I don’t quote Shakespeare anymore. To be or not to be is a good workhorse but even that has fallen into desuetude.
I know many of you consider eighty to be a ripe old age but let me say as one who knows, eighty is not as old as it looks. It may be for some people, but for those of us who have either been lucky or taken care of themselves it is not a problem. I can walk for miles, believe me, a flight of steps was no difficulty, I could have taken them two at a time although my knees aren’t what they were.
Because of my early childhood I had always played the goof or clown when under stress. Over the decades using self-analysis and Coue’s auto-suggestion I had cleared out my fixations allowing me to function in a more or less clear state but I had still buckled under pressure.
Apparently there was another kind of conditioning beneath the fixations. I could feel the stirrings in my undermind but was unable to identify the cause although I would soon experience the effect. But not now.
While you may think a fitting trivial it was a profound test for me. It was a question of whether I could avoid being a mark or not. Men have all kinds of ways of marking each other as to how they will be treated; a great part of it in the clothes line is the clothes one is allowed to wear; another, if you break through the clothes taboo as I had several decades ago was to mark the clothes. While chance may allow most men to buy good clothes, markings he might not notice are affixed as it were to the clothes.
Unless you pass judgment for instance in suits you will not be allowed four buttons on the cuff. You will only be allowed three and in some instances two. Tailoring flaws such as bunching behind the neck and others define your station in masculine circles. These markings are always honored by others in the industry so that even if you know the markings it is nearly impossible to correct them.
I had always been in the three button class with a bunched neck in the fabric. I had been successful in my mid-years far exceeding most of my contemporaries thus their anger and resentment at being surpassed by someone they believed their inferior enraged them. And so I was marked. To complain about being marked is to no effect other than to give your tormenters pleasure. You can demand four sleeve buttons or whatever but in no way can you compel the tailors to correct the mark. There is a code.
The amusing thing is that since tailors are most frequently homosexuals their fellows are given top status in their tailoring so that they can pass other tests. Now I would not only have to appear as an A man but probably have to beg or should I say, command, a homosexual. It would be in the stance, the voice, the manner and most importantly in the eyes. My haircut was good; I had seen to that. Barbers are tough ones too because they are very astute analysts and excellent markers. It is hard to get by them. They don’t go to school either they just learn and assimilate thus becoming supreme judges.
The manager was going to interview me first before I was allowed to see the tailor. The various marks he exhibited indicated homosexuality. As I say I had been experiencing subliminal stirring for several weeks indicating deep changes. I had even had an event simulating a heart attack that had been a significant psychological adjustment. Since then I had been more confident and much less diffident so I pulled up my reserves and went to work on the manager who gave his name as Steve.
Our eyes locked. He betrayed the insecurity of the homosexual; I saw and he recognized my recognition giving that appeal for acceptance that I knew so well. I smilingly overrode him as my eyes acknowledged him and subordinated him but the contest was not settled. My stance and mannerisms secured my masculinity over his although I began to feel that I was acting the Macho Man and that would give the wrong signal. Now, if I could control my voice. My undermind gave, wincing, but didn’t erupt just yet. I was in control and meant to stay that way.
‘And what can we do for you, Mr. Wright?’ Michael Ignatiev asked.
‘I’m here to buy some sartorial splendor, Michael.’ A little too florid indicating frivolousness.
‘This is the place isn’t it? That’s a very nice jacket you’ve got on now. May I ask who made it?’
‘I don’t mind. This is a Brioni designed by Eric Ross circa 1975.’
‘Nineteen seventy-five? Really? I know Brioni of course but I haven’t hear of Eric Ross.’
‘He was a little before your time. I don’t remember his last name. Like your James Carter Eric Ross was his son’s two first names just like your founders’ the Osipov’s. He was Jewish, in love with English styling adapted to US traditions also, like your shop. He mixed in everything. He was big on the cowboy look…;
‘Cowboy, eh? You seem knowledgeable about James Carter. You learned about us where?’
Dewey turned around to show his back. ‘See how the seams turn toward the shoulders in the back? Cowboy style. I almost didn’t patronize Eric Ross because of that. Once I got started there was no stopping me. Loved the stuff; I’m so happy are careers coincided. In answer to your question I studied your internet site. It tells you what you what you want your customers to think of you.’
‘Oh yes, our internet site. So what happened with Eric Ross?’
‘I was in a different business but we both epitomized the Sixties, made it through the seventies and expired at the same time.’
‘The Sixties ethic wore out at the end of the seventies. As the saying goes: This too will pass and it did, tragically. The Sixties weren’t what they were supposed to have been but they were still the Sixties. Charles Manson was imprisoned for our sins. Big changes happened too fast while there was no time to adapt. I was in London in late seventy-eight, looked around and all the peacocks were wearing grey and black. I realized the ethic was dead. I rushed back to buy a black straight legged suit from ER and told it him it was over. The Sixties we loved so much were no longer happening.
The record business I was in collapsed in on itself and changed over to CDs at the same time leaving me high and dry while Eric Ross was caught in the midst of a big expansion, Japan actually, quite like yourself. Many parallels that drew me to you. ER had a store full of expensive obsolete goods and a container of Brioni suits sitting on the dock in Italy that he left stranded because he didn’t have the cash and couldn’t get the credit. Boom! Just like a Stuka dive bomber that didn’t pull out of the dive.
I got some memories out of it although I wasn’t laughing at the time, not even for show. As I say Eric Ross was rather slavishly devoted to the English ideal. His son’s initials are ER so he devised his brass buttons after the royal insignia. My wife and I were visiting the Rothschild estate, Waddington, open to the public we weren’t invited, and I was wearing the blazer with the ER buttons, Elizabeth Regina in England not Eric Ross. I kept getting these looks while being gently shunned. It wasn’t until a couple years later that I figured it out.
By the way if you like old seventies movies and TV reruns you will be able to notice ER clothes appearing frequently. They usually give a shot of the cowboy back. He was quite the rage.’ My voice and delivery was perfect.
‘That is humorous. So, you like fine clothes? Nothing downstairs interested you?’
‘Nice work, wrong styles. When the style changed to that American Gigolo look back then, if you know that movie, I stopped buying and haven’t begun again till now but I still reject current styles. They’re offensive. Looks like someone’s telling you you’re too big for your britches; like wearing a baseball cap backwards. So, I want something more along the line of what I’m wearing, longer skirts than currently, hate those short jackets. Of course we can skip the cowboy influence. I’ll want some different fabrics also.’
‘Yes, we can do that. I think it will be a pleasure working with you. How about Tuesday at ten AM for your first fitting?’
‘Of course, that would be fine.’
I should have known about the fitting. Strange me, expecting to be fitted the same day.
I phoned Ragnar then talked to a salesman before Ragnar pulled up a few minutes later.
As I walked out of the store the idlers were still waiting. One approached and said: The Jews gave us monotheism.
I shrugged him off and hopped into the limo.
The limo had just pulled from the curb when Ragnar asked if he could talk to me. I said sure, just park the limo somewhere and I’d come up front. I didn’t want anyone invading my private space in back. Unlike Rosa Parks I had no qualms in the back. Nowadays it is being said that as a Commie she, or they, planned the situation. If so, I wonder, was the guy who told her to move in on it. If it was staged was the media in on it?
Ragnar had his ways and means as he drove the limo under a building containing any number of limos. Money has its prerogatives including private parking lots. I went up front and slid into the passenger’s seat.
Ragnar hesitantly asked me what the guy had said to me. I replied: He said we owed monotheism to the Jews.
‘Why would he say that to you?’
‘I don’t know who he represents, Ragnar, but I assume he was referring to my critical historical essays on the internet in which the Jews are given their true historical roles. I assume that my criticisms have taken effect but in defense of the Jews monotheism is considered preeminent. This happens fairly frequently back home.’
‘But how would he know you? You’re new to New York while being from far away?’
‘This is the internet age, Ragnar. As the saying goes, you can run but you can’t hide. Contrary to propaganda society is full of secret societies while with the internet they are effective anywhere in the world. Did you notice the guy at the airport holding up the card with my name on it? I have no idea what organization sent him. If the Carmichaels and I hadn’t maintained internet contact exchanging pictures of you and I, I might have mistakenly gone with him or them.
I might be floating face down on the East River now or perhaps six fathoms down in cement shoes. When you’re in movement you’re more vulnerable.’
‘You think they would have killed you?’
‘Why not? I can’t imagine they just wanted to talk to me?’
‘Who are you? I noticed other people following the limo or showing up wherever you go. Who are these people?’
‘Ragnar, you’re asking the wrong guy. I don’t know who they are and don’t particularly care. I’m sure there is more than one group involved. Possibly the Feds, possibly Jewish organizations, possibly homosexual groups, some freelance guardians of public morals, Reds of some sort, hard to tell. I write critical historical articles that ‘offend’ the hyper sensitive. For all I know they might be admirers who don’t know how to approach me. I do speak for at least a large minority. That’s the way it is; nothing I can do about it.’
‘And they already know that you’re in New York?’
‘Of course, the internet, Ragnar, the internet. There’s nowhere you can go without them following you around. They all have cell phones and post lookouts to track your movements. Believe it or not they have nothing better to do. The Jews, for instance, on the fiftieth anniversary of Kristalnacht posted guys on the hill outside my house in case, I suppose, I consecrated the day by bombing a synagogue. They’re all nuts, crazy as loons, obsessed by their fantasies, reality is just an impediment to their beliefs. Actually I’m used to them; if they weren’t there I’d be disappointed because they would no longer think I was important.
Sort of like Gloria Vanderbilt who got a lot of press attention when her parents were getting a divorce. Every morning a gaggle of reporters were waiting outside the house. She got used to them, one morning when she and her parents were no longer news the reporters weren’t there. ‘Mommy,’ she said, ‘Where are my reporters?’ I feel the same way. If they weren’t around I’d have to ask what went wrong.’
‘Watching you on Kristalnacht? The Jews really give us Germans a hard time. I’m not so sure us Germans were in the wrong.’
‘Of course you weren’t Ragnar, but Bismarck made a mistake in not occupying and annexing France in eighteen seventy-one. Instead he settled for Alsace-Lorraine and a bundle of cash. You Germans paid a heavy price for that in the World Wars and after. And of course the Jewish war against you continues today and has spread to the United States where the Jews have convinced Americans that they too are Nazis and guilty for their extermination. Scratch a White person they say and you will find a Nazi. It’s crazy.’
‘I don’t understand how Bismarck has anything to do with Hitler.’
‘The Interdependence Of Things as your great writer ETA Hoffmann called it. It’s all connected Ragnar, it’s all connected. You just have to find the connections. If Bismarck had conquered the whole of France, incorporating it into a Greater Germany much as did Charlemagne, then sending tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of settlers into France instead of having them emigrate to the US and Russia he would have created a huge country that would have changed the destiny of Europe.’
‘The French would never have tolerated that.’
‘Sure they would have. When Caesar conquered Gaul Roman settlers flowed in changing the demographics of what was then Celtic Gaul creating Roman Gaul. The Gauls, however reluctantly, accepted a superior civilization eventually getting comfortable with it. There might have been more trouble if the Gauls had been superior but then they weren’t.
Later the German tribes invaded, Franks and what have you, that dominated the Gallo-Romans by force creating the country as France, the land of the Franks. Napoleon wiped out perhaps the majority of Franco-Germans in his wars since he favored the taller Germans over the shorter Gallo-Romans as soldiers. Still in eighteen seventy-one there was a large body of Franco-Germans who would have blended with Bismarck’s new immigrants. Sure it would have been a taut situation for a generation or two but the German civilization was superior to the French so as life would have been better under the Germans it wouldn’t have taken too long for the populations to meld.
The result would have been a reuniting of the two western parts of Charlemagne’s empire creating a European super state that would have drawn all Europe into its orbit. There would have been no WWI and consequently no WWII. England would have been trapped between a Greater Germany and the US. How that would have worked out is anybody’s guess. So as I see it Bismarck not having Napoleon’s vision blew it when he retired back into the newly united German States.
Now, consider the European situation today Ragnar.
The result of WWII that left Europe and Germany prostrated was that the Jews undeservedly scored a huge moral victory. Having mounted the dais as victorious victims they unleashed a propaganda campaign against not only Germany but the West as a whole that totally morally disarmed both Europeans and Americans leaving the Jews to call the shots. I think it was one of your German generals who said that peace is war by other means. Perceptive fellow he.
The West has been bled white of more billions than you can count supporting the failed State of Israel. Indoctrinaires such as France’s Sarkozy and the dumbest woman on the planet, Angela Merkel, of Germany have worked in combination with the Jews to destroy Europe. As in Spanish days when the Jews opened the doors to Moslem invaders the three have conspired to flood Europe with Negro and Moslem hordes.
Sarkozy who was unable to pass a law compelling White women to marry Negroes has instead opted to flood France with Africans who will eventually mongrelize Europe. Merkel has welcomed, indeed, invited millions of Moslems into Germany and hence Europe that has overstrained social, economic and political matters while stressing water and food supplies to the point of exhaustion. The whole structure has actually been broken down. The whole of Europe will be impoverished except the Jews.
Unlike the Roman and German invasions of Gaul and France in which a higher civilization did or would have replaced an inferior one the millions of Moslems and Africans now colonizing Europe represent either primitive or medieval inferior peoples. Africans and Moslems have no hope of maintaining any semblance of European civilization. Nor can they be taught. There lies the great tragedy.
All this is the result of Bismarck’s not following through and annexing France into a Greater Germany. Had he had vision all of this could have been avoided. Europe would have been a happier place. The Bolsheviks would never have been able to appropriate Russia. The Jewish people would have of course continued their activities to destroy Europe with what result we can’t see. As peace is war by other means peace may have favored their plans as much as war. Perhaps today Europe would have been a Jewish empire anyway. So, Ragnar.’
The story continues in Clip 2.
August 25, 2015
Wolf Hitler Under The Microscope
After nearly a century since Adolf Hitler was made chancellor of Germany his role in the events of his times has never been clarified. The victors, as is said, write the histories to their advantage. The victors were the Judaeo-Communists and in their version of history Wolf Hitler is the supreme villain, the scapegoat to bear their own sins into the desert. But does a review of the period from a more objective viewpoint demonstrate this to be true? I think not. I think the perpetrators, the real aggressors, the Judaeo-Communists, project their own villainy unto Hitler and the Nazis.
Hitler operated within the framework postulated by the Jews who were over fifty percent of every national Communist Party, the remainder have to be viewed as their confederates. Let us review what the Jews and Communists did and what they would have done had not Nazi Germany stood between them and the total destruction of civilization.
Contrary to all expectations the Bolshevik Revolution succeeded first in Russia rather than in Germany as was supposed. Having seized the government of Russia in 1917 there was a large question as to whether they could keep it. Resistance to their rule was fierce if futile in the end. Armed resistance continued for at least three years in what the West considered a civil war but which the combatants believed was a continuation of the World War. Indeed, the English, French, Japanese and Americans maintained forces within Russia for those years.
The world justifiably feared a Bolshevik victory, for in fact the Bolsheviks utterly destroyed civilization in Russia returning the country to a state of barbarity. Perhaps the barbarity was of such a quality that it wasn’t a return but a new thing, unseen in the history of the world before. It certainly burst upon European sensibilities in that way.
Europeans watched aghast as all the appurtenances of civilization were stripped away leaving a desolate starving people to exist as they might as Soviet hounds murdered and arrested filling concentration camps with the least of the dissenters and critics.
In addition to Lenin proclaiming the world wide Bolshevik Revolution he created the Communist International sending agents to every country in the world to create discord. Revolutionary attempts were fomented in Germany in several places as in Hungary, Poland and Vienna. At the same time soviets were organized in England, France, the US, everywhere. It truly looked as though the Bolsheviks would triumph worldwide.
Screaming their war cry of expropriate the expropriators, loot the looters, the Bolshevik government stole anything of value from private citizens while looting the public treasury and the churches. They took priceless artefacts and whatever gold they could find. Hitler was a mere piker compared to the Soviets.
Having completely ruined the ample Czarist economic basis in the mad orgy of looting the Bolsheviks learned that without production there was nothing to tax. The revolution found itself penniless except for the expendable wealth accumulated under the Czars. But once that was gone and it went fast when everything including food had to be purchased from outside the country so that the Bolsheviks were reduced to bartering diamonds, jewels, old paintings, furs, the Church icons. Nor did the income go to feeding the people, the leaders had fleets or Rolls Royces, also looted, that had to be maintained.
One good thing about the impoverishment of the people is that there were no other cars on the road to interfere with Lenin’s and Trotsky’s driving pleasure.
As I say, the Europeans viewed this folly aghast as they desperately put down all the revolutionary attempts. They could imagine the purges of tens even hundreds of millions murdered or gathered into concentration camps as slaves to be worked to death.
But, what if the Bolsheviks had succeeded in conquering Europe which they would have done except for one shining knight who arose in Germany, Adolf Hitler. Hitler formed a barrier to keep Soviet armies from overrunning the West but he couldn’t defend against ideological encirclement.
The struggle then is not between countries but between ideologies. How many ideologies were involved? There
was Communism and its variants, of course, Fascism which incorporates Nazism. Nazism itself was a form of German nationalism not differing from Jewish nationalism. There was the International Money Trust that sought domination through banking and currencies. They today are in the saddle. Most in importance was international Jewry. All these ideologies were competing for world dominion. A common thread among all was the interpenetration of International Jewry.
Some might object to treating Jewry as an independent political entity. Some might call such an inclusion anti-Semitism. Both depictions would be wrong. The Jews do and have always considered themselves an independent, that is, autonomous people merely residing among the gentile nations. They are and always have worked for their own paramount interest over all others. Thus the real effect of their working within the other ideologies is to bend them toward their own objectives. They imagine that when the smoke has cleared they will be atop the heap.
Wolf Hitler discerned this quite clearly and he perceived that if the continuing European Holocaust of the Judaeo-Communists was not stopped the terrifying destruction of European civilization as in Russia would be repeated in Western Europe, thus he courageously interposed Germany between the Soviets and West in an attempt to save Civilization. It is on this basis that many people consider him a religious savior on the order of Jesus the Christ. Whether true or not it was at the sacrifice of his own life and that of the German people that the West was spared the worst of the Bolshevik Revolution although still involved in the European Holocaust caused by the Judaeo-Communists, the war was more than terrifying.
In the absence of Hitler’s heroic leadership let us extrapolate the events in Russia throughout the whole of Europe. Let us suppose as the Jews fantasize that they had succeeded in assassinating Hitler in 1922 and the Communist revolution instead of failing in the West had succeeded. This is kind Ray Bradburyish but this cis-science fiction.
There would have been no US intervention in the twenties so that the US based International Money Trust would have been in a position to nearly seize the European remains. Fascism would have ceased to exist so that in the temporal sense the Communist victory would have been complete.
In terms of ideology it is important to understand the Jewish relationship to Europe. It was, is and remains antagonistic to Europe. One only has to examine Barbara Spectre’s current Paideia Organization to determine that. The antagonism was both to Europe as a civilization and its customs and mores. When one of the leading lights of the Jewish revolution Sigmund Freud writes that then current morality revolted him he means European customs and morality as opposed to those of Judaea. He further says that he intends to eradicate European morality. There is no reason to doubt him or that he was very successful. He was a leading agent of the Jewish revolution although his role has been well concealed.
The Jewish revolution itself is well explained by the American rabbi Abba Hillel Silver in his book History Of Messianic Speculation In Israel. He writes that after the failure of the messiah Sabbatai Zevi in the Seventeenth Century the elders decided to never rely on a single messiah again but the Jewish people as a whole would work for their own redemption. God was thus melded into the Jewish mentality and Judaism became wholly secular. All this chat about ‘secular’ Jews as opposed to religious Jews is utter nonsense. Trotsky, for instance, was a Jew, period. The years 1913 to 1928 were designated as the time of redemption. These dates would have been remarkably accurate except for the interposition of Wolf Hitler. He was a real spoiler.
While events can never be exactly planned if one is alert one seizes one’s chances. Having begun the World War that nearly destroyed European civilization a remarkable piece of good fortune for the Bolsheviks occurred when the Germans transported them from Switzerland to the Finland Station in 1917 put the Jewish triumph within its reach between 1917 and 1928.
Having murdered their three hundred and some odd year enemy the Czar the Jewish revolution roared back into the West from Russia in the early twenties and could have succeeded except for the fact that German nationalists led by Hitler were capable of seizing the State, although legally and democratically elected, and smashing the Judaeo-Communist conspiracy within Germany. Miraculously foiled as it were the Jewish revolution was able to adapt to circumstances and prosper.
Now, how demonic was Hitler in relation to the society created by Judaeo-Communists after 1917. The Reds, for a convenient inclusive term, developed the notion of mass murder or genocide after seizing power in Russia. They created concentration camps and slave labor well before Hitler became chancellor in 1933. Hitler was merely acting according to the political mores introduced by the Judaeo-Communists.
And so, at great cost to the German people he prevented the realization of the Jewish Thousand Year Reich or Millennium from occurring. Let us suppose for moment he hadn’t and after 1922 the Jews had realized their two age long dream of establishing themselves as the Princes of the Earth. What would have happened in Western Europe?
The final Jewish goal is denationalization, is sowing confusion by the bastardization of other nations, lowering the racial level of the highest, and dominating this racial stew by exterminating the volkish intelligentsia and replacing it with its own race.
Hitler, quoted by Anthony Cave Brown and
Charles B. MacDonald, On A Field Of Red, p. 282
Hitler was living within history, hence was able to analyze and extrapolate historical trends. He dealt in realities and not inner wishful thinking. Therefore the Jews and allies have portrayed him as stupid and demented. Judging from current realities in Europe and North America Hitler’s quoted analysis above is beyond prescience. Those with less acumen find the above quote ‘nutty.’ I have to confess that I wouldn’t have understood what he was talking about a few years ago. It now appears Wolf understood the Semitic mind perfectly.
There can be no other purpose in flooding Europe and the US with racial ideological peoples who have nothing in common with the West except perhaps a nebulous and inconsequential ‘humanity.’
Understanding, then, Jewish goals Hitler moved to abort them. In this he was temporarily successful. Having now recovered the Jews have once again moved to the offensive. They now disclaim any affiliation with what they call Whites proclaiming in their recently formulated mantra: I’m not White, I’m Jewish.
But, what if Germany had not interposed its body and the Jewish led Bolshevik assault on Europe had succeeded? The riches of two thousand years of European civilization would have been at the feet of assembled Judaea.
The accumulated wealth of Russia had seemed vast but it was as nothing compared to the rest of Europe which was a real Aladdin’s cave. As in Russia the Jews would have destroyed the economic structure that created wealth. Once they had done so the Communists belatedly realizing that they had destroyed the productivity of the country and the need for money to rebuild it did the only thing they could do, they turned to West and said: Come. Make us whole.
While after the conquest of Central and Western Europe that economy would have been destroyed, the waste land would have stretched from the British Isles to the Pacific shore. Of course there was still the simple minded United States although in the twenties not yet under Judaeo-Communist control. Normalcy ruled there. Still both American and Jewish bankers in the US actually were eager to invest in destroyed Russia and they would have been just as eager in destroyed Europe.
The Jews, then, would have occupied the castles, villas and stately houses amassing estates, jewelry, tens of thousands of fine paintings, the big automobiles as was done in Russia. Huge amounts of Russian jewelry, paintings and artefacts had been delivered to Vienna for the delectation of wealthy Jews. How many of those stolen paintings were later appropriated by the Nazis isn’t clear. But none were returned to their former Russian owners.
And as was done in Russia to the Russian Orthodox Church the Jewel of the West the Roman Catholic Church would have been vandalized to the great satisfaction of the Jews, gratifying their hatred for Christianity to the point of satiety. For two thousand years the Catholic Church had contained the Jews defining their place in the European polity.
When the French Revolution mistakenly dissolved the restraints releasing the Jews as an army of asymmetrical warriors the misguided but benevolent Europeans were doomed. In their ridiculous altruism they didn’t even know a war was going on except for the besmirched ‘anti-Semites’ such as Wolf Hitler.
The Europeans fancied that the Jews accepted and were playing by the rules Europeans had devised. They weren’t, that’s the essence of asymmetrical war. Hey, they were playing by a different set of rules dissembling the Europeans. Thus, after the Bolshevik assault the Europeans failed to recognize that the Bolsheviks were essentially operating under Jewish rules so they failed to adapt their rules to fit the ‘new paradigm’, that setting the new rules for how the game was played.
As Darwin pointed out, in evolutionary terms when one species fails to adapt to new circumstances it is doomed to extinction. Darwin uses as an example the invasion of the small Asian cockroach into Russia that drove the larger but less aggressive Russian cockroach to extinction. So the Bolsheviks manhandled the Europeans.
The West was presented with no choice but to do what the Judeo-Communists and Nazis did: establish concentration camps and toss the enemies of civilization into them. Yes, the state of affairs had come to that. Adapt or perish.
Thus, had the Bolshevik assault on Europe succeeded in the first rush millions upon tens of millions would have been either murdered outright or sent as slaves to Siberian concentration camps to be worked to death under the most deplorable starvation conditions. To hear the Jews complain that they lost a couple million in their war of conquest merely raises a smile. There are risks in any enterprise.
Was Wolf Hitler the most evil person the world had ever seen? Not hardly. Within the new mores established by the Bolsheviks his response was, shall we say, normal. To say Hitler was demented is to unjustly single him out from even worse in the asylum.
And then there was the Roman Catholic Church, the supreme Jewish bete noire- Christianity. The Vatican the greatest treasure trove in existence. Killing the Czar would be meaningless next to killing the Pope and the whole College of Cardinals. You think it wouldn’t have happened? Look at how the Jews have compelled the simpleton on the Papal throne to crawl before them now. See how they have forced him to endorse the bastardization of Europe by the invasion from Sub-Saharan Africa and the Moslem world. True, the Jews don’t have the manpower to do actual battle with the Europeans but they can import untold millions who can just as in the US the Jews are using the Negroes and immigration to dominate he Aryans. They’re not White, they’re Jews.
Wolf Hitler did not start the war with the Jews that became WWII. That war officially began in 1933 when the Jews declared war on Hitler. Once again, the Jews had no means of waging war except through the virtual control of Western governments especially the US and USSR. Thus, if the Jews paid the supreme penalty of having lost a few million, if that many were, the fault was none but theirs. No guilt accrues to the Aryans.
If the Jews did lose a few million that was as nothing compared to the tens of millions of dead Europeans and the near utter destruction of Europe and its civilization. Freudian fantasies realized.
There is no need to shed tears for the Jews, we should look to ourselves. We should reexamine the roles played by the Jews, the Bolsheviks and Germans and, I might add, the US itself.
This reevaluation has actually been going on more or less clandestinely for a few decades increasing dramatically recently but so far making no dent on the public consciousness. Jewish propaganda is preponderant.
There can be no question but that Wolf Hitler was a great Aryan hero. If some consider him a god there is reason to do so. Perhaps the Jewish Revolution was a time of heroes. There are those who consider Leon Trotsky to be the greatest Jew since Jesus which is to say a god. Stalin himself wielded power as a god murdering at will and not just one or two people but tens of millions, the whole intelligentsia of Russia, the most productive and intelligent cultivators of the soil, anybody who did not embrace the Red religion. Roosevelt to some was a supreme hero while, I’m sure, a god unto himself.
Wolf’s role was to defeat the Jews and Bolsheviks which at great cost to his people he did. The end result of WWII was that the Bolsheviks were contained as what the Jews considered to be Fascists seized the US and Western Europe dividing the world into ‘Fascist’ and Communist spheres. But, that’s the way Jews and Communists think. There are only two sides, us and them.
Of course the war did not end with Hitler’s death but continues to this day in what appears to be more than a hundred years war. The Jews are waging asymmetrical war, a propaganda war, a psychological war. Having enlisted the Negroes on their US battlefield they direct their antagonism toward ‘Whites’ who they say have no place on Earth. Thus in preparation to protecting themselves from Negro antagonism they are projecting themselves as not White but Jews. ‘I’m not White, I’m Jewish.’ A new propaganda device has been developed in the fanciful belief that by declaring the words of the song that the Negroes will disregard their skin color and lose their hatred of the Jews qua Jews earned because of long Jewish exploitation of them.
As Einstein said that a definition of lunacy was doing the same thing over and over expecting different results, so the Jews are once again creating a disaster for themselves.
Wolf was no more evil than Trotsky, Lenin, Stalin and, If I may so, Roosevelt. Wolf adapted to the mores of his times created by the Jews and Bolsheviks themselves. It is important to remember that they set the tone of the times, all others followed their lead in one way or another.
The other White governments refused to adapt, preferring to follow what were ineffective superseded mores that could only have led to their ruin. In the twenties there would have been no US intervention in the Bolshevik takeover of all Europe and the destruction of its civilization and mores. The Freudian game plan would have been completely successful. The Jewish conquest of Europe and Christianity would have ushered in their so-called Millennium.
Wolf Hitler was a hero. I’m not Jewish, I’m Aryan.
April 14, 2015
The European Holocaust
The year 1900 may be said to have ushered in the New World Order. Science and technology had broken through the knowledge ceiling to a new level. It would be tedious to list all the breakthroughs that occurred almost at once, suffice it to say that movies, the internal combustion engine and airplanes shocked the senses, overturning many established ‘facts.’ Man could fly, could go over a mile a minute and could record a living image of historical figures. With X-rays the human body became transparent.
Nineteen hundred was only a hint of the future. Developments over the next fifty to a hundred years would be so rapid and astonishing that few if any minds could keep up and grasp the full significance of the changes. The present and future seemed so unlimited while the average mind was inversely limited.
Unimaginable riches were about to be in the grasp of millions. Within a century multi-millionaires would be as common as stones while billionaires would be in abundance. The hundred million dollar fortunes that so terrified the minds of the nineteenth century are today more common than most believe.
Nor are these inherited fortunes, but money earned by the holders on their own merit. Many minds collapsed under the strains of being able to gratify material desires while psychological hopes remained unrealized and unrealizable.
Intellectually the discovery of the past opened many minds. While knowledge has moved ahead rapidly and loosened the impact of these early intellectual adventurers the future nevertheless was built on the backs of men like the anthropologist James G. Frazer and his amazing work The Golden Bough. Frazer was only one of hundreds.
Nowhere was the future plotted more closely than in the field of Psychology. Who controls the mind controls society. The twentieth century would see the development of mind control. Aldous Huxley laid out the model in his 1932 novel Brave New World. It was a brave new world but the sneaky old world was dragging behind like a collective unconscious, to play on an idea of the psychologist C.G. Jung.
Jung at one time teamed up with Sigmund Freud in the development of psycho-analysis. As noted in Part Two Freud was instrumental in the implementation of the Jewish Dream to be, in the words of a Jewish spokesperson Samuel Untermyer, the aristocrats of the world.
If the Jews are a separate people, and they do claim to be that, then the Jews as a people must have to be engaged in some kind of activity to realize their dream. Psychologically that dream is a post hypnotic suggestion and as is well known post-hypnotic suggestions will be acted upon. While the Protocols of Zion are not necessary to prove anything the text does accurately plot out Jewish intentions.
A modern Jewish writer, the US rabbi Abba Hillel Silver expressed those plans in his book A History Of Messianic Speculation In Israel. The last big effort to overthrow Europeans occurred in 1666. The 666 is the number of the Beast, thus maintaining the Satanic connection to Freud. At that time a messianic candidate named Sabbatai Zevi was active in the Ottoman empire of present day Turkey. He was called before the Sultan at which time the Jews expected him to declare the Millennium. Don’t take this lightly, Jews sold all their possessions for a song for a grand fling as money would not be needed in the Millennium. Across Europe Jews prepared to begin the slaughter of Europeans with Zevi’s pronouncement. Disappointingly Zevi when confronted by the power of the Sultan opted for conversion to Moslemism rather than announcing the Millennium.
This was a cruel disappointment to the Jews sending them off the rails for a couple hundred years, perhaps even to the present. The Learned Elders then determined to never rely on an individual messiah again. Apparently they realized that the Messiah would never appear, something like waiting for the Godeau of Balzac.
According to Silver then, the only way to realize the Redemption was for the whole people to work for the revolution that would realize the Millennium. As Silver says, the years 1913-28 were designated as the revolutionary period that would usher in the Millennium. Thus one must believe that as the great years neared the Jewish people became frenzied as they were in 1666 immersed in hopes of the success of the European Holocaust that would bring them into their own.
It nearly succeeded in 1903-05 but a little extra effort was needed to put it over the top in 1917. The extermination of the European peoples was part and parcel of the revolution. The Jews certainly must have realized that they would have failed in the slaughter of the Europeans in 1666 so more indirect methods would be required in this latest attempt. Perhaps they could get the Europeans to shoot each other while in the resulting desolation perhaps enough could be made to starve to death making finishing them off easier.
Yes, I know that sounds farfetched, doesn’t it? But, look at how it all came down.
It would be absurd to say that the Jews were not politically involved in European and American affairs, directing things to their benefit, but so they apparently would have us believe. They said that Henry Ford was absurd, that he ‘invented’ an international Jewish conspiracy and ought to be punished not only for saying but thinking it. He was a hateful anti-Semite, so they said.
Let’s look at the situation. As the century turned the Jews were a semi-autonomous people from Russia to North America; that is around the world actually as Russia and North America are narrowly separated by the Bering Straits in the Arctic.
So the Jews in 1900 were influential in Russia, the Baltic States, Poland, Austria, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, the Balkans, Germany, France, England, the whole of Europe as well as having burgeoning populations in the US and Canada. That’s an international presence.
There were numerous purely Jewish organization in all those States. The avowed purpose of all these organizations was to look after Jewish interests worldwide. Wherever an act occurred anywhere in the world that affected Jewish interests, the whole world’s attention was focused on the incident while ‘justice’ was demanded.
Certainly one can say the Jews were ‘breathing together’ which is what the word conspire means and gives the meaning to ‘conspiracy.’
As this is the turn of the twentieth century the great emigration from Europe to North America was reaching full flood. Fully half of European Jewry would be transferred to the US and Canada from 1870 to 1914.
The great gathering place for the beginning of the Jewish trek across Europe was the city of Brody on the Austro-Hungarian border with Russia. Brody was 88% Jewish, described by the Jews as a city where wisdom and wealth, Torah understanding, commerce and faith were united. For forty some years streams of migrating Jews began the trek to the North German ports where they embarked for North America. Thus just as the immiserization of the US South began in what is described as Reconstruction the Jews set out for the New Promised Land.
The great Jewish money lords of Europe and North America pitched in to organize the flow. While this was in violation of the regulations governing immigration to the US, as usual, the Jews flaunted all the rules conspiring together.
For nearly fifty years the roads leading Northwest to Germany were clogged with penniless Jews leading toward what they thought was salvation. Crowds passed by or through Vienna making that city the eye of the storm. Young Adolf Hitler must have witnessed the phenomenon.
While the Jews were in movement in Europe, in the wake of the US Civil War and the building of the railroads, armies of hobos shattered by the war or unable to adjust to rapidly changing conditions roamed restlessly back and forth, North and South seeking a redemption of their own no less despised than the Jews.
A considerable body of literature of that phenomenon also developed well portrayed in a few of the stories of Jack London and Edgar Rice Burroughs.
As the body of Jews in the US grew, perhaps in anticipation of the coming European Holocaust the Jewish world government was transferred from France to New York City. The history of revolution in Europe was pointing to a mega attempt in Germany but it finally occurred in Russia then rebounding West after the First European Holocaust of 1914-18.
Thus, with 1913, the first year of the Jewish Revolution’s approach the Jews were scrambling to get into position. As noted, Teddy Roosevelt gave the Jews as a nation a seat the bargaining table that ended the Russo-Japanese war in 1905. Using that as a basis for harassing the Russians the Jews demanded a break in US Russian political relations. Using that strength as a basis for harassing the Russians Jews demanded a break in US-Russian diplomatic relations. Using the excuse of being American citizens the Jews were entering Russia to manage anti-Russian activities then scooting back across the Russian border. The Russians saw them as Jews no different than their own thus refusing to honor their US passports. Using this as an excuse the Jews caused President Taft to break diplomatic relations.
Then with the capture of the presidency in 1913 by Woodrow Wilson the Jews who had backed him flooded into Washington where they began to establish themselves as a semi-autonomous people in the US. They were well on their way until the Republicans regained the presidency from 1921-1933 ousting them from Washington DC and upsetting their plans temporarily.
The Propaganda War
Now that I’ve softened up the psychological situation a little we can go into it in a little more detail. The early decades of the twentieth century laid the groundwork for the manipulation of the citizen’s mind. Some might call it the mass mind but all great mind manipulation is aimed directly at the individual as a unit of a body. Advertising is meant to move the individual personally one at a time. Thus good mind manipulation is aimed directly at you.
As the Jews existed only as a miniscule percentage of the total Euroamerican population with no central base of operations and no military the only method available to them was mind control. They availed themselves of it, hence the concentration of the media in their hands or under the control of themselves. The idea being to get the Jewish view across to the exclusion of any other. Jewish good, Other bad.
This means that the Protocols are an authentic expression of Jewish goals. The Protocols were obsolete as they were written since the modern media that have displaced the newspaper as a vehicle of dissemination were developing rapidly- that is, the movies, radio, the magazines and color photography, telephones, telegraphy and all related media. These too fell under the ownership and management of the Jews. I entertain no denials; the facts are the facts.
At the same time as the rise of Psychology and psycho-analysis, advertising and public relations dependent on psychological ideas and methods also began tremendous propagandistic assaults on the citizen’s mind. Advertising and public relations are the epitome of propaganda. The terms are inter-changeable.
Sigmund Freud was a master propagandist, it’s a bit of a stretcher, but psycho-analysis as conceived by Freud is propaganda of the most effective sort. Freud had a nephew working out of the US who is said to have been one of the founders of public relations by the name of Edward Bernays. Bernays was related to Freud’s wife.
He and Freud were in relatively close contact; Freud allowed Bernays to publish his writings. The goal of Judaism as ‘the aristocrats of the world’ as Untermyer claimed is to assume the position of authority which is the place of the aristocrat over the hoi polloi or, in other words, the rest of us.
Not quite as blatant as Untermyer Feud and Bernays expressed their desire in this way: As people are in the control of their unconscious, which by Freud’s definition is affected by irrational impulses, they are unreliable and subject to error, that is irrational attempts to harm the world’s aristocrats, therefor their minds have to be manipulated by an elite group that knows what is best for them.
While Freud and Bernays don’t define who this group of superior guides is, since Freud and Bernays are chief guides it must be the Jews, aristocratic Jews directing the hoi polloi.
Thus while Freud masks himself as a scientific investigator of the psyche he is actually a propagandist furthering the ends of the Jewish Revolution. I don’t mean to say that he didn’t introduce some valid psychological concepts, I myself take a Freudian approach, but that he used his knowledge for parochial ends and they were not benign. Freud was all for the European Holocaust.
Freud was well read in psychological literature. His chapter on previous research and speculation on the nature of dreams in his Interpretation Of Dreams is exhaustive and believe me, impressive. Freud took from everyone then trashed their reputations taking credit for their discoveries for himself. It was criminal the way he shouldered Pierre Janet aside while the attack on C.G. Jung was no less vicious.
As mentioned above the idea of the Unconscious was well established before Freud gave it his peculiar interpretation. His idea of the Unconscious is just that, his idiosyncratic interpretation. It is a creation of his imagination, a fiction.
In his configuration the Unconscious is a religious magical or spiritual entity that exists outside the mind and body while controlling it. The Unconscious displaces the Conscious rational mind in the same way that Lucifer was ejected from heaven by God. The unconscious becomes Satanic as a repository of evil impulses. Any attempt to exercise conscious self-control in Freudian terms became Repression and Repression according to Freud’s scheme of things is harmful. Thus all ignoble impulses are to be indulged less one damages one’s psyche.
This is not too far from Jacob Frank’s notion that before the Jews can become good they must first expel the evil in their hearts by committing all possible crimes until evil is exhausted and good can enter in. Freud has successfully imposed these mistaken notions on the Western world. He succeeded in slandering and defaming all other interpretations of the unconscious.
While the unconscious may seem real, in point of fact it merely is a legitimate function of the mind. Like any other function it can be perverted. Freud correctly noted that the dream material rehashed events of the day. What the conscious mind had no time to notice the impressions still entered the mind thus the sleeping mind, the brain still functioning, recalls those impressions trying to make sense of them. However this sense is distorted by fixations, or actually post-hypnotic suggestions, created by events of the past. The fixations interpret events according to their faulty understanding. A fixation may be compared to a computer virus in which an entry for one site is redirected to another.
Thus one has those fantastic dreams that are incomprehensible. The true purpose of psycho-analysis is to find these fixations or viruses and exorcize them by enunciating them. Locating the fixations is easy but the victim is terrified by them refusing to enunciate them. If the analysand can enunciate the fixation it disappears as an influence on his behavior.
If the central fixation is removed the analysand has an integrated personality in which his conscious mind has control. The brain functions as a coordinated unit rather than being distorted by fixations. This should be the goal of psycho-analysis. With the conscious and unconscious mind unified into a whole the analysand is probably what Scientologists call a ‘clear.’
Instead of aiming for this goal Freud took the Satanic approach favoring the unconscious over the conscious mind. Thus Freudian Satanism has triumphed in our time.
The Jews then combined Freudian psychology with Marxism producing such hybrids as the Da Da movement of the war years and subsequently the Critical Theory of the Frankfort School that emerged in the twenties in Germany then coming to the United States in the thirties raising havoc here. By the early sixties non-Jews in the US had been completely demoralized not knowing who they were.
Using this species of mind control then the Jews released the fire storm of WWI that destroyed the best of the manhood of Europe in the worst holocaust the world had seen to that date.
The principle weapon of the Jews was not cannons but food, or the lack of it, as a weapon of mass destruction- starvation. The period from 1914 to 1945 would be one of ravenous hunger. The destruction of Europeans as bad as it was would have been even more phenomenal, much worse than it was, except for one thing- the US. The US provided a bete noir for the Jews in the person of Herbert Hoover. Hoover thwarted the famine caused by the war by bringing food to the Europeans. He would be rewarded for this after 1933 by one of the worst slander campaigns ever directed at a single human being. It would not be until after the death of Roosevelt in 1945 and the lessening of Jewish influence in Washington that the defamation would let up.
Hoover’s first effort was in Belgium in the opening period of the war. He single handedly directed the Belgian relief that saved millions of lives. After the Armistice, Wilson’s great betrayal of the German people, the allies prevented food stuffs from being sent to the Germans in what appears to have been a genocidal attempt to destroy the German people. Once again Hoover came to the rescue bringing relief to the starving Germans.
The war ravaged Eastern Europe preventing any substantial harvests for the four years so that by 1921 starvation raged from Poland East through Russia. Millions died and millions more were dying. Once again Hoover led the rescue mission earning the undying hatred of the Jews whose genocidal holocaust was to some extent thwarted.
With the Jewish world government out of harm’s way in the US the bodies hit the ground in Europe. Let the European Holocaust begin. Now, in 1916 Henry Ford’s testimony is that the American Jewish Committee’s Herman Bernstein and Rosa Schwimmer told him on his Peace Ship the Oscar II that the Jews had promulgated the war and only they could stop it. Of course Bernstein and Schwimmer denied saying this but Ford affirmed they did. Ford was denounced as an anti-Semite which is merely a convenient and irrefutable accusation so that between believing the AJC agents and Ford I’m going with Ford not to mention that subsequent facts bear him out.
Among the many organizations devoted to furthering Jewish interests one of the most important, still in existence and active today, was the American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee that was organized in 1914 at the outbreak of the war. The purpose of the Joint, alternatively the JDC, was to aid Eastern European Jews in the aftermath of the war. The bulk of European Jewry lived in the Pale of Settlement, which was a large strip of land, larger than several US States between Poland and Russia, and this area was ravaged by the contending forces for four years with continuing warfare until 1921.
The JDC then collected money and supplies to go to the aid of the Jews exclusively after the war. There was a virtual invasion of Russia, The Pale, by American Jewish welfare workers after the war. As the famine mounted, by 1921 Herbert Hoover, the bete noir of the Jews, organized a massive relief effort while heading the Dept. of Commerce in the Harding Administration. His relief effort was not appreciated by the Jewish dominated Communist Party of the now Soviet Union.
All was not peace, love and happiness in the nascent Soviet Union. Remember the Communist Soviet Union supplanted the Czars and Russia. After the revolution the name Russia was erased from the map by the Jews being replaced by the Soviet Union. There were very few Russians running the Soviet government. Stalin himself was a Georgian while the Jews formed a majority of the upper levels while nearly owning the bureaucracy.
As Dostoievsky had prophesied, given the opportunity the Jews would have exterminated the Russians. This was their opportunity and they set about it with a vengeance. In Russia abattoirs were set up in which the Russians were pushed in one door, hacked to pieces and the remains shoved out the other door. It is said that the butchers waded ankle deep through the blood and gore.
While this was going on numerous White, that is Czarist, armies were waging war against the Soviets on several fronts aided by the US, Japan and England.
The immiseration of the Russian people can hardly be imagined. Hordes of feral orphans were roaming the streets of the cities.
The revolutionary cadres of Soviet operatives flowed back from Russia West into central Europe seriously endangering the German State. Had the Communists triumphed there can be no doubt that many millions of Germans would have been murdered in a genocidal rage. Hungary was seized by the Jew Bela Kun and his lieutenant the mad butcher Tibor Szmuelly who then murdered tens of thousands of Hungarians before the Communists were thrown out by the concerted efforts of the Western States and the Hungarians themselves.
In Germany the various Volkist Freikorps, of which Hitler was the leader of one, put down several revolutionary attempts to at least keep Germany out the Judaeo-Communist camp.
The postwar revolutionary battles were not forgotten by the Germans. The fear of the Communists and Jews was on them. The war between the Reds and Whites in the East did not end with the Armistice but continued for years. Thus while the so-called Peace Conference was going on in Paris hostilities still raged throughout the East.
While the Jews claim to be loyal to the States in which they reside there was a national contingent of Jews working solely for Jewish interests at the Peace Conference. Of course their influence on Wilson, more or less their tool, was enormous.
As noted above the Jews were distributed in every country throughout Europe and North America in each of which they were influential to varying degrees if not commanding. In this sense then as an international people they had or were on the way to establishing a world government. The First European Holocaust in which the flower of European manhood went to the grave enhanced Jewish penetration. This influence or power increased in the twenties and thirties until combined with Communist Soviet Russia a loose Jewish Communist worldwide federation would have come into existence.
The twelve year Republican Interregnum in the US delayed the Jewish triumph until 1933 when having sabotaged the Republicans their tool Franklin Delano Roosevelt was installed. However their success in Europe in 1933 was spoiled by the election of a Volkist president in Germany, Adolf Hitler of the German National Socialist Party, commonly known as the Nazis.
Hitler and the Nazis had taken the measure of the Judaeo-Communists and meant to eradicate their influence. The Nazis outlawed the Communist Party and the Jews were disenfranchised within Germany having severe civil disabilities imposed on them. The conspiratorial Jews, the Critical Theorists of the Frankfort School, Psychoanalysts and others removed themselves to the security of the US under Roosevelt. In 1941 Hitler moved against the rats nest invading the Soviet Union.
To back track. The Judaeo-Communist method was the system of the future. As a man of the past Woodrow Wilson was ardent to establish a parliamentary system called the League of Nations. The League set up as a supranational State with its capital in Geneva. The various members sent delegates to Geneva who then chattered endlessly as parliamentarians do.
The newly established Soviet Union however followed the Jewish model. The USSR as the successor State of Russia established the Communist International- the Commintern. The central Communist government in Moscow then established subversive stations in key capitals- Berlin, Paris, London and New York City. The Commintern was aided and abetted by the pinks, liberals and fellow travelers throughout the West as well as the Jews in all countries. The various national Communist Parties were all over fifty percent Jewish so that the two organizational systems meshed creating very large and effective subversive organizations more effective than the League Of Nations.
When Wilson tried to impose his vision of a League Of Nations on the US he met intense resistance. The opposition was powerful enough to thwart his design and rightly so. Nevertheless the Judaeo-Communists ruled the propaganda media. Defamation was the method of the propagandists. Each and every person who opposed them, such as Henry Ford, Warren G. Harding and Herbert Hoover was vilified insufferably until their reputations and entire lives past, present and future were tarnished.
On the other hand the mantle of sainthood was promoted for people such as Wilson, Brandeis, and FDR. One can tell how the lines were drawn by whose reputation was trashed and whose wasn’t.
Thus, when Hitler announced an independent course for Germany free from Judaeo-Communists and, equally as important if not moreso, International Finance Banking, he and Germany were surrounded by enemies bent on their destruction. German hatred reached a frenzy. Calls for the Final Solution for German’s appeared before any German retaliation.
To return to the situation in the United States. The key to Jewish strategy was to control the food supply. Thus in Europe the famines in Belgium, Germany, Eastern Europe and the Soviet Union between 1914 and 1933-34 were all part of the European Holocaust engineered by the Jews. The immiseration of Europeans was such as had never been seen in the world before while tens of millions of Europeans ceased to exist. The European Holocaust was on.
The Soviets having gained control of the Russian food supply by the collectivization of farming, the murder of the successful farmers known as Kulaks and the re-Serfing of the unsuccessful plus the brutally engineered famines of 1933-34 put food in the control of the State. Food was doled out in small amounts while requiring long waits in longer lines.
Food In North America
The attempt to control the North American food supplies began in an inconspicuous way just after the turn of the century. While I may incorporate a divagation or two this section covers the food coops, Henry Ford and Aaron Sapiro. The story has never been adequately treated. The most ambitious attempt has been Victoria Saker Woeste’s badly flawed Henry Ford’s War On Jews And The Legal Battle Against Hate Speech published in 2012.
One can’t say the Jewish history in the United States has been distorted out of all recognition but it has been distorted while it is forbidden to objectively incorporate Jewish political activities into the context of American history. One can read volumes that provide no indication of Jewish involvement in American affairs or its extent. To do so, of course, would leave the author open to charges of anti-Semitism and hence the end of his career and perpetual blacklisting.
Thus few are aware of the various important Jewish individuals who have shaped and directed our politics and history. Many of the names to be mentioned will be unfamiliar or unknown to the reader. I will try to give some background.
Aaron Sapiro a central figure in the Ford story would be completely unknown today except for his million dollar lawsuit against Henry Ford. That suit involved his financial misuse of farm coops to which Ford called attention.
Miss Woeste in her Henry Ford’s War On Jews creates the impression that Aaron Sapiro and his so-called California Plan was some sort of innovator. In fact farm coops were already common enough mid-nineteenth century without any Jewish involvement. Sapiro himself under the tutelage of one David Lubin stepped into an already existing orange grower’s coop based in Southern California although Lubin and Sapiro began their operations among a group of Jewish orange growers around Sacramento.
At the time the two orange growing regions in the US were Florida and California. The California acreage was immense. The State was nearly one large orange grove. Florida had the advantage of better and more direct rail transportation to the large Eastern markets than California, thus California growers had to overcome disadvantages. Originally it took over a month to move oranges to Eastern markets. In the natural evolution of marketing practices then it would seem that Rubin and Sapiro took too much credit on themselves. Something like Freud appropriating all psychology as his own.
What Ford objected to in Sapiro’s coop efforts was that Sapiro set up an intermediary company of middlemen between the farmers, growers and end users that benefited financially better than the producers. There can be no doubt that this was one of the intents of Lubin/Sapiro’s California Plan. The other was to gain control of the commodity in question.
Thus Sapiro’s plan was to include all producers in a coop with very long contracts of up to fifteen years. The coop and administrators would take possession of each farmer’s total crop storing the crop themselves. The farmers would be paid one third of the crop on delivery, the rest being distributed as the overall crop sold. Thus payments would trickle in over time leaving the producers dependent on the coop managers for income. They essentially became slaves of the coop.
As can be readily seen the coops’ administrators would siphon off a considerable portion of the proceeds as wages and expenses while the producers would have no recourse as the managers were in possession and the producers were under a ‘sacred’ contract for a long period of time. There was no escaping. Sapiro himself was making a fortune of up to 80K a year before Ford caught on to him.
In addition, if all the producers of a commodity could be signed on, a coop would have control of the entire annual production. The stated plan being to keep the crop off the market until the coop got the price it wanted. Thus a consequence, rather intended or not, was that the population could be starved into submission.
Ford objected to this exploitation of the producers and public so that he began an expose of Sapiro using his very influential newspaper the International Dearborn Independent. He began a twenty part series condemning Sapiro. Sapiro took offense at having his activities exposed and brought charges against Ford. One wonders what his defense would have been as his method was obvious.
Perhaps for that reason he adopted two tactics. One was to require Ford to take the stand. Ford had had a bad experience in a previous lawsuit against the Chicago Tribune in 1919 not wishing to have to endure irrelevant and humiliating questioning again especially as Sapiro’s questions would center on anti-Semitism rather than his own coop activities. The second approach of Sapiro, indeed, was to introduce the irrelevant charge of anti-Semitism, hence the subtitle of Miss Woeste’s book, And The Legal Battle Against Hate Speech. Thus Sapiro tried to make the trial one that would outlaw criticism of Jewish activities or ‘hate speech’ thus imposing civil disabilities on non-Jews while violating the Constitutional right of free speech.
As it was Sapiro interfered with the jury causing a mistrial. Thus while nothing was resolved in the first trial Sapiro supported by the entire Jewish establishment of ‘international’ Jews was prepared to refile even though the first trial had exhausted his resources. Ford himself was in the middle of his first model change from the T to the A and could ill afford to divert his attention.
Rather than pursue a trial that was no longer concerned with the facts of the Coop Movement but had degenerated into some kind of Jewish fantasy Ford gave Sapiro his million and threw in the towel.
However he had been right about Sapiro. Sapiro mentor David Lubin who had migrated to Sacramento from New York State came up with the plan of the coop’s managers essentially buying the grower members entire crop on credit and then wholesaling it themselves sending the change to the growers on resale. Sort of a consignment deal. Lubin left the job of organizing to Sapiro going off to Italy where after conning the King of Italy he died of influenza in 1919.
Sapiro offering his legal services for a very high fee as Ford said then began organizing any commodity that was handy mainly trying to create coop monopolies in wheat that would give the Jews control of the most important food stuff after which one presumes they would demand extortionate prices.
Nor was Sapiro operating alone against Ford. He had the support of the major Jewish organizations including Untermyer and Louis Marshall of the American Jewish Committee. There were many important Jews who worked behind the scenes almost anonymously to achieve Jewish objectives. Perhaps most prominent among these was the Supreme Court justice Louis Brandeis and his acolyte the Harvard law professor Felix Frankfurter who would be increasingly influential through the FDR administration.
Equally if not more important was the Wall Street bear Bernard Baruch. He gave up speculation under the Wilson administration to enter ‘public service.’ He was named as a collaborator of Sapiro along with Albert Lasker and Eugene Meyer. Meyer was a banker and Lasker was a propagandist. Once again Ford was correct.
Ford and his good friend Edison had worked out an alternative farm plan that Edison took to Baruch who was also viewed as a commodity expert to get his opinion. Whether he knew of Baruch’s involvement in Sapiro’s Plan isn’t clear but Baruch dismissed the Ford/Edison plan out of hand.
The Kentucky tobacco growers sought counsel with Baruch and he referred them to Sapiro and his famous California Plan. We also know what that plan was. By this time Sapiro was sucking 80K a year out of the various coops he’d set up.
Then after 1920 Ford got wind of Sapiro and the California Plan deciding to expose Sapiro. The rest you know.
The consequence of the trial was however disastrous for Sapiro. He lost his reputation and was forced out of the coop movement. So for the moment the Jews were frustrated which is to say they had to take a change of direction. They went full out to defeat Herbert Hoover who was elected president shortly after the trial ended and they succeeded in getting their man FDR elected in 1933. Brandeis and Frankfurter triumphed. The two had been working together politically from 1916 on.
Frankfurter had developed a loyal coterie of radical ex-students. Roosevelt depended on Frankfurter for nominations to posts so that when the AAA was formed- the Agricultural Adjustment Administration- Frankfurter filled the agency with his own men promoting essentially the same agenda as Sapiro although taking a different even more effective form. By the time of Roosevelt’s death the administration was telling farmers what they could and couldn’t grow and how much.
Ford had already made himself the center of the storm in 1920-22 when he set about to resolve the Jewish problem that arose from the Bolshevik Revolution of 1917 that essentially was a Jewish plot of the nature of the First Russian Revolution of 1903-05. Ford was not alone, there was a worldwide reaction. It was at this time the Jews pulled out the Protocols as a diversionary red herring. From out of obscurity the Protocols took center stage as the Jews vehemently denied their authorship blaming them instead on ‘the one armed shaggy man’ otherwise known as the anti-Semites.
The Jewish damage controllers got to work.
Ford was not alone in his campaign to expose Jewish machinations. In England the Manchester Guardian waged an even more intense campaign highlighting Jewish domination of the Bolshevist Soviet Union accentuating that it was part of the plan of the Protocols. Unfortunately the Guardian relied too heavily on that publication.
The Jewish response was to claim that the Protocols were a forgery, the work of anti-Semites, while the Protocols were based on an illusory Dialogues Between Machiavelli and Montesquieu In Hell that was not only unheard of but something that no one had ever seen and hence couldn’t have been read and if unread how did anyone know the content. This fact seemed to pass unnoticed.
At the same time applying political and probably pecuniary pressure to the prestigious London Times newspaper to have ‘experts’ proclaim that the Protocols were indeed a forgery they succeeded although the Times opinion was just that, an opinion. The Times proclamation took the wind out of the sails of their adversaries who accepted the Times verdict without demur thus defusing the battle.
Ford continued the fight until 1922 when under a terrific barrage of abuse he too ceased publishing. The 1924 expose of Sapiro that the Jews took personally had nothing to do with Jews per se but the diddling of the farmers by Sapiro and his buddies.
Part Four dealing with twenties and thirties follows.
April 1, 2015
The European Holocaust
Those who cannot draw conclusions
From three thousand years of learning
Stay naïve in dark confusion
Day to day living undiscerning.
While the origin of the Jews is clear, the origins of the Europeans is shrouded in mystery. In fact, one has to go back to the origins of the species. According to the ‘consensus’ opinion Homo Sapiens originated in Africa about 150K years ago. At that point we are told they evolved from whatever species preceded them. How and what happened next is anyone’s guess.
At sometime in the last 150K years the last Ice Age began that endured until the recent Age of Leo about ten thousand years ago. Shortly after the Deluge of Leo fairly advanced communities began appearing around the Mediterranean shores. This was after the Deluge.
Prior to the Deluge three significant memory traces of previous civilizations survive. They are Atlantis, Lemuria and Shambala. While no remains have been identified of the three it would still seem clear that something must have existed in the 140K years before the last Leo. Thus I have to believe that all three memory traces had to have existed although the actual forms may be beyond recall, nor are any space visitors involved.
During the Ice Age the ice masses trapped enough water to lower ocean levels including the Mediterranean by three to six hundred feet. This would have exposed the continental shelf in the Atlantic while exposing vast stretches of land on the Pacific shore.
Thus as Atlantis is said to have existed beyond the Pillars of Hercules, rather than being a vast island that sank it seems more reasonable to suppose that it existed on the exposed continental shelf. It is conjectured that as the ice melted it remained dammed behind an ice barrier that breaking through released all at once a veritable ocean of water that raised sea levels very rapidly inundating the coastal regions and the Mediterranean. Thus the notion that the wells under the earth gushed up becomes more intelligible. Atlantis and Lemuria would have disappeared beneath the waves.
Shambala is said to have been an island in a large sea behind the Himalayas. This would have been the home of the Aryans. As is well known due to continental drift Africa has moved North and East from the ancient supercontinent Gondwanaland while Australia split off moving to the far side of the Indian Ocean. Madagascar probably was formerly attached to Antarctica on the East and certainly Africa on the West. India separated moving North and East.
Over a period of millions of years it collided with what was then South Central Asia. The South of Asia and the North of the new sub-continent were then crumpled up into a long transverse group of mountain ranges stretching from the Alps of Europe into China. The Himalayas formed by the collision of India with Asia formed the highest mountains in the world.
Behind the ranges the Black, Caspian and Aral seas have survived into our times. The three seas form an arc so that it is not difficult to envision a fourth sea further East perhaps where the Talamakan desert is today. At some time after the Deluge then if the memory traces are correct a place called Shambala or its equivalent did exist. Whether the lake or sea in which the island of Shambala is supposed to have been was lush or dry the area was very likely lush enough to support a permanent city. As the Himalayan Mountains rose to block precipitation northerly rivers still flowed North down the slopes from the glaciers. Even today rivers flow from the Himalayas into the Taklamakan Desert where they are absorbed so life could have been supported well into the period of current desiccation.
When it became too dry the city would have broken up forcing the Aryans out. As the Aryans moved from the area into China, India and parts West with a high level of civilization, a fully formed body of mythology they had to have before invading other areas. They must formerly have had the leisure to form a history that is expressed in their mythology. The various forms of that mythology from India to Europe are derived from that same source. Indeed the languages from India to Europe come from a common source. Nothing could be plainer.
The European then can confidently be traced back to a common source in Central Asia, possibly to the memory trace of Shambala. The various European peoples arrived at different times in what was a very long diaspora, the Celts and the various German tribes. In the course of time the Aryans were followed by the Mongols who possibly drove the Aryan before them. First the Huns were driven West and then back out of Europe; then the hordes of Genghis Khan entered European history who also were forced to retreat, leaving Europe to the Europeans and…the Jews.
The two great mythological cycles that express the European mind are the Homeric and the Arthurian while the Old Testament of the Jewish bible gives expression to the Jewish mind. They are very different in outlook.
Perhaps because the Homeric cycle is difficult to understand its immense worth is unappreciated even by the most cultured minds. The Homeric cycle is one of the great achievements of the human mind. While it is closely related to the Indian Aryan mythological cycle perhaps a variation in culture and other Indian additions make it more obscure to the Western Aryan mind.
In any event the simplistic Semitic vision of the Jews displaced the Homeric cycle in credibility; as impossible as that may seem, it became the foundation myth, at least, of Southern Europe while Northern Europe borrowing from the Caucasian remnant and Homer formed the vast, the immense, Arthurian cycle.
Thus the Jewish bible centered Christian religion and the medieval Aryan Arthurian cycle came into conflict. This conflict was resolved by introducing certain biblical concepts into the Arthurian cycle subverting it to Christian ends.
The lineage of King David through Jesus of Nazareth in this story was transferred to Europe, not Europe as a whole but through what became England to the exclusion of Europe as a whole. The kings and queens of England are, or were, believed to have inherited the sacred kingship of the line of David making England the new Israel. Hence, one has the sect of the British Israelites. Quite legitimate mythologically too.
To make the transfer, a myth was invented in which Joseph of Arimathea was said to have been given a chalice containing the holy blood of Jesus by Jesus himself. Joseph of Arimathea then transported the chalice to England in a magical way making the English kings and queens of one blood with the House of David. Thus England is the New Israel in that scheme of things.
On the other hand the ‘true’ story of the Grail was granted to Germany through someone called Kyot who appeared to the poet Wolfram von Eschenbach giving some authority to Germany. Whether than has anything to do with the enmity the Jews cherish against Germans is open to conjecture.
The development of the Arthurian cycle took up most of the Middle Ages. The last redaction was made by Mallory in the fifteenth century. By then Europe was within striking distance of the Englightenment displacing mythology.
Leaping forward to that period it was then that the Aryan mind began to unfold in all its glory. By then the European mind was ready to pass from the mythologic and mythopoesy of the biblical and Homeric mentalities to a rational understanding of external reality. Thus the vanguard of the Enlightenment prepared the way for the Scientific outlook or Weltanschauung while Judaism and Catholicism remained sunk in subjective mythology.
The sixteenth, seventeenth and eighteenth centuries saw the development of the European mind into a splendor the like of which the world had never witnessed. Truly, a New Man came into existence. Godlike, as it were.
While a disruptive cleavage was necessary and inevitable political developments that erupted into the French Revolution of 1789 made the changeover the most destructive event the world had seen to that time. A new murderous frame of mind came into existence. The revolutionary bigots were cruel and merciless. The bodies hit the ground and heads rolled in the sand. This would set the tone for all future so-called revolutions.
The French Revolution evolved the reorganization of society that took place under the aegis of Napoleon. When the Napoleonic world collapsed in 1815 it was a new world, bourgeois, and what has been called the Romantic Period.
The Romantic Period was a mythological reaction to the Enlightenment. The Nixies and Pixies did not go quietly. Frankenstein and Dracula rose in their stead. The Nixies and Pixies throwing fairy dust put up a beautiful and entrancing if futile battle. Science drove ahead. Out of the demise of Medieval times arose one of the greatest achievements of the European mind, the University system. The University was something that wasn’t even dormant in the world’s other societies, not African, nor Asian East and West.
The University allowed the brightest and best minds society had to provide a place to develop and innovate and discover. For the first time intelligence was freed from superstition.
All the disciplines moved rapidly forward, Chemistry, Physics, Psychology, Botany, Anthropology, Geology, all of them. These developments and sciences had to be organized into a system and that was done by a man called August Comte who established Positivism in competition with Romanticism.
Comte’s organization of the sciences was masterful; giddy with his sense of achievement Comte lost his cool nearly vaporizing in delusions of grandeur. His great successor was the Englishman Herbert Spencer who carried things forward in a great leap. By the time Darwin announced his vision of Evolution in 1859 the groundwork or future developments in learning was laid
The problem with Science and the Common Man is that most scientific concepts are uncommon, they can’t be seen or handled in the sense of, say, blacksmithing. Of course machines and devices can be devised, microscopes and electron microscopes, so that things that Nature probably doesn’t even know are there can be seen but even the machines are beyond the comprehension of the Common Man.
So the world as it existed in religions like Judaism and Christianity was slipping away. The Common Man’s world was being turned upside down. Frustrated and uncomprehending he was supremely ready for manipulation.
After Darwin and Positivism came the New Romantics of the last quarter of the nineteenth century, a beautiful period of the human mind. Unable to resist the findings of science the New Romantics blended science and fantasy in a very attractive fashion. While it hasn’t really been given the attention it deserves the science of Psychology had been quietly developing and if not noticed at least not with alertness.
About the time of Darwin’s Origin Of Species the awareness of the conscious and unconscious minds was becoming more prominent. First looming into human awareness through the researches of Dr. Anton Mesmer in the latter eighteenth century there was furious activity. Central to psychology is the concept that Mesmer first exposed- hypnotism. Hypnotism is the key to the unconscious. Called variously hypnotism, Mesmerism and Animal Magnetism throughout the Nineteenth Century hypnotism is the basis of the unconscious.
While from Mesmer to Jean Martin Charcot hypnotism had been derided as charlatanism suitable only for stage shows, Charcot working from the French hospital, the Salpetriere, legitimized hypnotism as a medical procedure. He and the great Pierre Janet developed the basic concepts of what would be called psycho-analysis when organized by Sigmund Freud and C.G. Jung.
Psychology, hypnotism and the unconscious mixed perfectly with Neo-Romanticism. Wonderful novels appeared. The now neglected stories of the Frenchman, Camille Flammarion, R.L. Stevenson’s great Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, the wonderful three novels of George Du Maurier of which his middle novel, Trilby, is a dream one wishes one could have dreamed, Marie Corelli wrote some wonderful stories, Sherlock Holmes probably fits in there as well as the Oz stories of L. Frank Baum. Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Tarzan novels. William Morris, Rider Haggard, an astonishing list of writers and their stories. An amazing period. H.G. Wells.
While Freud made the concept of the unconscious rigid, in the last half of the nineteenth century the unconscious was more fluid and flexible. While Freud made it the repository of evil impulses, the early researchers made it a source of creativity. It is actually an individuals’ choice. One’s future hinges on that choice.
While these marvelous intellectual developments were in process the practical world was also changing rapidly. Science turns into technology and technology turns into money. Money turns into banking and the medieval world is left behind.
While money was significant in the medieval world, wealth in that world was land based. One might say European wealth contrasted to Jewish wealth. In the New Order money wealth would be dominant over land wealth, hence the rapid Jewish rise in the nineteenth century after Emancipation.
One might say that the need for money became necessary during the reign of Louis XIV in France. Metals were no longer an adequate way to conduct business. The man for the times was named John Law. He introduced the concept of paper money. Law was a Scottish adventurer who had thought deeply on money matters. He came to the conclusion that the proper basis of money was what an economic unit, say France, could produce. In fact his plan was activated in France. While his scheme was sound if the money supply was kept in line with national production unfortunately Law issued more paper money than the market would bear and his plan went awry. However paper money was here to stay as other thinkers began to work at the kinks in the money supply.
Thus the basis of the modern economic structure was laid. Money and what it bought became the basis of our economic system. With the money economy inevitably went compound interest or in another word, usury. The conversion to money from land as a basis of wealth underwrote the destruction of the old European aristocracy that knew little of the functions of money or usury and the rise of the moneyed Jew.
The technological development of modern society was funded by money, not land. The advent of steam, specifically the railroad called for vast sums to build the infrastructure. In Europe only the Jews had the necessary cash although the need for money called for pooling of money which led to selling fractions of the roads to the general public as shares. The shares led to the creation of an entirely new monetary device called the stock market- Wall Street in the US. As a new device the stock market was a mystery to its users, not unlike computers today. Coupled with the avarice of its users the market was and perhaps has been since a cause of great anguish.
In the course of things Europeans began sending its culture to various places in the world trying to make a better life for themselves perhaps not unlike these outlier communities who are now sending colonists to Europe seeking a better life than they can provide for themselves there. Six of one, half a dozen of the other.
The principal outlying European communities were in North America- Canada and the United States. In inhabiting this very sparsely settled continent the Europeans merely shoved aside the indigenous stoneage peoples to occupy the land themselves. This activity was still in process in 1800 when the unfolding of the European mind began in earnest.
Steam was actually first applied to locomotion in this raw land when a way was devised to apply steam power to a ship.
As revolutionary as this was it was as nothing compared to the steam railway. The utility of the railroad was recognized by the Americans immediately. Railroads sprang up in the original colonies and with them came the stock market. After Lewis and Clark showed the way to the Pacific and the actual extent of the continent was known the westward move was on. How extraordinary that the railroad would arrive just when it was needed.
The discovery of gold in California thirty-four years later called for a trans-continental railroad. Nineteen years later, interrupted by a devastating Civil War of five years, there was one. The trans-continental railroad was a vast undertaking calling for more money than any individuals, combines of individuals or even joint stock companies could manage. Hence the assistance of the people through the US government was called for. The country demanded the railroad. The government supplied money while donating millions of acres of land to the builders from the public domain. Of course there was graft; when isn’t there graft? But the job got done in more than a timely manner.
While the Jews were firmly entrenched in Europe, they were very few in the US until after 1870. As the Protestant United States had fluid mores, no landed aristocracy, while already as a trading people being somewhat familiar with money and interest the Jews having lost their advantage had a negligible part in the economy until after the Civil War then developing rapidly with the influx of the East European Jews from 1870 to 1900 and beyond.
Thus by 1900 the German Jews were already established and while being in competition with the European Americans on equal terms began to assume a controlling and dominant role in the US and Canada. The Jews led at least a semi-autonomous existence on both sides of the Atlantic, what Henry Ford would later accurately call the international Jewish conspiracy.
This whole race issue goes much deeper than that. What was implied by Evolution was later confirmed by Darwin’s cousin Francis Galton. Galton was a sociologist. There has been no escaping the obvious conclusion which those condemned by biology to a lesser degree of mental ability find their inferiority intolerable. Quite naturally the next step for the lesser endowed is to destroy those more favored by biology.
Darwin announced Evolution at a time of the highest level of White Supremacy among the world’s cultures. In 1860 Whites were as gods to Africans, Middle Easterners, the Chinese and East Asia in general. Had the superiority been a matter of surprise and temporary military efficiency as when the Mongol Huns overran Europe or when Genghis Khan’s hordes swept across Central Asia into Europe a military domination of that kind may be endured but it will pass.
However if one race or species is genetically advanced indicating permanence how can one measure the loser’s grief? In point of fact one side must exterminate the other and it will happen as it is happening today.
Secondly Francis Galton began devising a means where the unseen could be measured; in other words he began to devise tests that could measure intelligence. It would thus be learned that only fifteen percent of the White population had what might be termed superior intelligence; that is they could deal with abstract matters. This was of cardinal importance in an increasing scientific and intellectual milieu in which fully eighty-five percent of the most capable race or species were mentally less able. As for the other races they were completely out of the running. These crude nineteenth century findings would later be confirmed by genetics in the next and twenty-first centuries.
Thus the horrors of the twentieth century German hatred began to form in the nineteenth century. Discrimination against the superior took form. In the course of history by the mid-nineteenth century the leading nations were France, England and Czarist Russia. Italy and Germany still had no nation State but were a congeries of small principalities. As pictured literarily as comic Ruritarians they were jokes to the French and English while allowing those countries to dominate a ‘balance of powers.’
Then both Italy and Germany unified into national States thus upsetting the balance of power. The Germanies having united under Prussia’s Bismarck in 1871 avenged their humiliation by the Frenchman Napoleon by overrunning France thus announcing that a new sun had risen.
While the Germans had always evidenced an intellectual superiority in their cutting edge universities, now united they began to challenge England and France for industrial and commercial pre-eminence while at the same time the US was also trying to achieve economic dominance. Thus England and France began to cultivate a German hatred. This hatred was not directed at individuals but the German people as a whole. As symbols of the German people Bismarck, Kaiser Wilhelm and Hitler might have had the force of hatred directed at their persons but only as an obvious object of German hatred.
After the First European Holocaust of 1914-18 the weak and divided Weimar Republic which may be seen as an extension of the comic principalities was tolerated but only because it had been completely emasculated thus no longer able to compete with the French, English and Americans. Most of the criticism of Bismarck, the Kaiser and Hitler can be dismissed as anti-German envy.
In the East in order to develop their country the Romanov Emperors had invited several tens of thousands of German to settle in Russia in the Ukraine and the Volga Delta. Thus there was a large Volga settlement as well as eventually a few millions in the Ukraine. These immigrants were given favorable concessions to lure them to Czarist Russia.
The Germans employing superior intelligence and industry rapidly prospered more than the Russian and Jewish farmers. Now, a slight aside, until mid-nineteenth century Jews named themselves Isaac ben Abraham and such but those who used no last names, Germans included, were required to assume a last name. Russian Jews thus could choose either a German or a Russian last name. As Germany was viewed as superior vast numbers of Russian Jews chose German last names rather than Russian offending the emperor. One of these families were the Bronsteins, farmers in the Ukraine. One Bronstein later took a Russian name calling himself Leon Trotsky. Now, the Bronstein family lived across a ravine from a colony of German farmers. In his autobiography Trotsky compares the sod huts and run down farming equipment of his family with the German farmers across the way. He admiringly notes that their wood frame houses were well maintained and painted. Even the farm equipment was well maintained and freshly painted as well. The Germans working virtually the same land prospered more than his family and the other Russian or Jewish farmers in the area.
Given such a superiority it would have been only a matter of time until the Germans became the most wealthy of the Russian peoples while one presumes they would become prominent as Russian politicians. Essentially occupying the position the Jews envisioned for themselves. This apprehension enraged the Czars. Thus by the 1880s the Czarist government began to harass, that is demean, their German population. The benefits that had lured them to Russia were withdrawn. While the German youth had been exempt from military service they were now drafted at the age of twenty-one. Once in the military they were discriminated against, severely punished for minor infractions or perhaps no infraction at all. This in turn caused large numbers of twenty year olds to return to Germany while those Germans remaining were persecuted under the Czars while under the Communists they were subjected to genocide before the German invasion. Stalin deported them en masse to the gulags and essentially murdered the lot. Genocide. None of these crimes had anything to do with Hitler or the Nazis. It was just German hatred because the Russians could not compete with them. This also applies to the Jews who immersed themselves in German hatred because of their perceived inferiority.
Jewish German hatred was also in evidence from the nineteenth century on. Jewish envy of the fabulous unfolding of the scientific European mind unmatched by anything Jewish drove them into a frenzy, it totally contradicted their fantasy of their own superiority.
The envy has been made evident by today’s Paideia Foundation of Barbara Spectre in Sweden in which she hatefully condemns nineteenth century European brilliance that she describes as ‘European knowledge’ contrasting it with ‘Jewish knowledge’ that she is working to put on an equal basis with ‘European knowledge’ by legislation. She says this must be done so that Jews won’t be shamed by the contrast.
Unable to surpass European scientific knowledge the Jews tried to subject scientific knowledge by injecting Jewish religious interpretations.
The problem was reaching crisis level at century’s end. At the time of Darwin’s announcement of Evolution Patriarchalism was firmly established having triumphed over Matriarchalism during the Arien Age. Matriarchalism had been forgotten, erased from the memory, until memory traces were detected after Darwin by the brilliant Swiss mythologist, J.J. Bachofen. Resistance to Bachofen’s rediscovery was very strong not receding until after 1950. Behind Matriarchalism Bachofen also detected an earlier stage of mental evolution he called Hetaerism or one of shared use of women. This would have been a form of communism or collectivism that may be natural to humans. Communism too was suppressed in the West in favor of Individualism and private property.
The communist mentality submerged reemerged out of the French and Industrial Revolutions taking the form of Socialism in reaction to the other natural order of things, that is, Individualism and private property that Socialists labeled Capitalism depicting it as evil. Just as Socialism failed in the Hetaeric period so it fails in the modern age. Nevertheless the Socialist party was captured by the Jews who then used it to defeat the European order of things. This was achieved in 1917 but the conflict was reaching a head at the turn of the century.
This spawned two unique events, to take the lesser first: Then as now the Jews infiltrated all European establishments. Having done so all European information, plans and so forth were made known to them while Jewish information and plans was more or less impenetrable to Europeans. Or perhaps they were just comfortable and invulnerable in their superior position.
Posing as European national patriots this information, spying, was shared by the International Jewish Organizations. Thus in 1895 the French military discovered that a Jewish army officer was spying. This was true, but the French accused him of spying for the Germans, this was not true. Like all other Jewish spies Dreyfus was passing the information to Jewish organizations who were thus informed as to the intents of in this case the French government but other national governments were infiltrated in the same manner. Thus the Jews were able to control or at least direct the course of events.
Thus in the twentieth century the Jews, Johnathan Pollard, was spying for the Jews in the US. The Jews, Israelis, then used this information for their own world wide purposes. When caught Pollard was sent to prison where he remains today despite all Jewish attempts to free him.
Dreyfus was convicted and sent to Devil’s Island. This set off a colossal effort to reverse the decision that split France into Dreyfusards and anti-Dreyfusards while becoming an international cause celebre. Eventually toward century’s end the Jews triumphed freeing Dreyfus. The Dreyfus Affair went far toward giving the Jews parity or semi-autonomy in France, having shamed the French, and actually throughout the West.
The second major event was the success of the Austrian based Jew Theodore Herzl in setting up Zionism after 1895 which being embraced by the Jews of Russia furthered the revolutionary Jewish war against Russia. It is highly probable that a document that came into importance in 1917 was written at this time. This document was the infamous Protocols Of The Learned Elders Of Zion. I think the word Zion in itself gives away its provenance. No members of the Russian secret service, the Okhrana, posited as a possible author would have been aware of the importance of Zionism at the time the Protocols were written. It had to be the Jews.
Herzl, the founder of Zionism was Viennese. Vienna, at the time was home to Sigmund Freud as well as being a center of furious Jewish activity coordinating the transfer of the Jews of the Pale to the US. 1895-96 was nearing the height of Jewish emigration from Russia to the US. Vienna not surprisingly also had a very active lodge of the Jewish International Order of B’nai B’rith, a sort of Jewish Freemasonry. Sigmund Freud had a deep abiding hatred of Europe and Europeans. He would have exterminated them all and after 1917 he got his chance. In 1895 Freud joined the B’nai B’rith lodge of which he remained a member all his life attending the weekly meetings. This would give B’nai B’rith almost equal importance to Freud as his weekly meetings of his Psycho-analytic Order.
Freud said he joined because he had found a lodge of men like minded to himself. Thus one must think, they wanted the destruction of Europeans too.
Also in 1895 Theodore Herzl the founder of Zionism wrote his book The Jewish State published to acclaim in 1896. The Jews had been agitating for the overthrow of the Russian State for decades, assassinating a Czar or two along the way. In 1903 Zionism already the Eastern Jewish religion, the First Russian Revolution was generated by the Jews.
The Protocols Of The Learned Elders Of Zion first saw light at the end of the revolution in 1905. The document made no impression at that time having to wait for the Second Russian Revolution in 1917. At that time the Jews indignantly labeled the Protocols a forgery of the Car’s secret service, the Okhrana, written in Paris using the Dialogues as a template. A huge mystery has been created around the Protocols making it difficult to solve the problem of provenance for which no satisfactory solution has ever been made. I propose the solution here.
Knowing that they would be accused of fomenting the First Russian Revolution, which they did, the Jews anticipated the need for a red herring to confuse the issue. I don’t know whether Theodore Herzl was a member of B’nai B’rith but I wouldn’t be surprised if he was.
At any rate we have a group of likeminded men one of which was the master propagandist Sigmund Freud. Freud was well along in the development of his psychological ideas while he would become the master propagandist of all time. It might be said that he directed or coordinated the propaganda campaign from Vienna though personal encounters as well as his hugely influential writings.
The Protocols are written in a heavy handed Jewish manner that seems authentic enough. Since Freud either directed or had a hand in directing the revolution of ’17 and its brutal aftermath there is every reason to conjecture that he had a hand in concocting the Protocols. The Protocols once disseminated had a two fold purpose.
On the one hand they could be used to ensnare the European reader so that he could be denounced as an anti-Semite for believing such ‘an obvious forgery’ as was Henry Ford and on the other hand as a manual of instruction for Jewish revolutionaries hidden in plain sight.
It has been claimed that the Protocols are based on an earlier 1860s book The Dialogues Between Montesquieu and Machiavelli In Hell said to have been written by the Jew Maurice Joly in 1860s France but this is poppycock. There is little similarity between the two while it isn’t improbable that the book was written after the fact to mystify the Protocols. It was announced that the Protocols were based on the Dialogues however the Dialogues were non-existent, no extant copy could be found. Thus a dramatic search was conducted to find the Dialogues to prove the provenance of the Protocols. It was positively stated that this book that no one had ever seen would do this. After several fruitless searches through all the libraries of Europe a copy was said to have been found in the British Library. Obviously this was as stage managed as finding the record ‘An Old Shoe’ in the Library of Congress in the movie Wag The Dog.
If one were to transpose the story of the Protocols into Wag The Dog the story would be nearly identical. In Wag The Dog Washington politicians wanted a phony war to influence an election. They call the imaginative people in Hollywood and ask if they can dummy up a war until after the election. As the powers can control the media the unsuspecting public is fed canned news that no one can check out for accuracy stirring the public into a patriotic fervor. The producers dummy up a hero named Shoemacher. He is to be the returning hero. In order to drum up support the producers get their musical hacks to dummy up a song sounding like a twenties country song called ‘Good Old Shoe.’ This song is recorded then aged to sound appropriate to an old 78 RPM. The record is then placed in the Library of Congress where it is miraculously discovered becoming an immediate hit.
There in a nutshell you have the story of the Protocols Of Zion. I conjecture that the Protocols were dummied up in the Lodge of B’nai B’rith probably under the supervision of master propagandist Sigmund Freud. As they are called The Protocols of Zion it seems positive they were written no earlier than at least 1898 or shortly thereafter. A copy was then given to the Russian priest Sergei Nilus who appended them to the end of a book he wrote where they were ‘discovered’ in 1905. As the revolution failed they were apparently not needed so saved for the 1917 revolution at which time when the suckers took the bait they were denounced as raving anti-Semites hence sub-human or less. Animals, my god, pure Animals.
When the need for a predecessor document was needed the idea of the Dialogues was invented. After a long exciting search, I’m not going to go into the whole story here, through all the libraries of Europe the single copy that escaped destruction by Napoleon III was unearthed in the British Library. Sound anything like Wag The Dog?
The Jews ruthlessly pursued the Czar in the years leading up to the 1903-05 Russo-Japanese War which they fomented. On the one hand labor unrest was driven to a fever pitch as the Japanese were stirred up. To finance the war the Czars needed loans. The Jews withheld loans while admonishing the European bankers to withhold loans also.
Now, at the turn of the century the safe haven of the US became the base of operations for the international Jewish conspiracy as Henry Ford said. While the Japanese wanted to war on the Russians they lacked the means to pay for one. Here the US Jew Jacob Schiff of the Investment Banking firm of Kuhn, Loeb stepped up to the plate. Schiff was a trustee of the Equitable Life Assurance Society. The Equitable had two hundred million in reserves that Schiff appropriated to lend to the Japanese clandestinely. They attacked and defeated the Russians but the revolution coordinated to the Japanese attack failed.
So Jewish vengeance was delayed for a decade or so. The First Russian Revolution would lead to the First European Holocaust of the Great War or what would later be called WWI.
The European Holocaust Part Three follows.
March 14, 2015
The European Holocaust
Softly and tenderly
Jesus is calling, Sinners o sinners
In order to tell of the horrendous European Holocaust it is necessary to give a background to the protagonists of the contest for Europe, the Jews and the Europeans.
In analyzing the background of the Jewish influence it is necessary to place the analysis in the Freudian concept of group psychology. The issue here is the conflict between two distinct Weltanschauungs. While the Jews portray themselves as of very ancient lineage the fact is that they rose as a dissident sect to the Astrological religion of the ancient world. The Astrological religion certainly developed in ante-deluvian times being well developed by the time of the deluge itself in the Age of Leo.
As the Sumerian histories or legends tell us four ages of kings passed since the deluge, or Zodiacal Ages, before history essentially begins with the fifth king or Age of Aries. Thus in the transition from the Age of Taurus ruled by ‘king’ Saturn in the Mesopotamian version, Cronus in the Greek, a man, most likely the Jewish ancestor Terah, refused to abandon the old king Saturn declaring that he was eternal, not changing with each new astrological age.
A body of followers grouped themselves around Terah producing their first resident genius, Abram, who they believed could confound the wisest and most learned of the astrologers. According to the later Jewish writer, Josephus, Abram was the greatest astrologer of all time.
The old school disagreeing and being the stronger party declared Abram and his party cranks and drove them from Sumeria and on a restless wandering in search of redemption, hence the idea of the redeeming messiah.
The wandering group embraced the idea that the Jews hold today that they are smarter than anyone else while creating a myth of extreme antiquity predating everyone else. Adam the Jew is portrayed as the first man. Over the Ages they have quite simply appropriated the myths, legends or history of the people they live amongst in their millennial wanderings. Hence the legend of the Wandering Jew. Today for instance, they are preparing for their move to China, a new promised land.
Their insistence that they are superior in every respect to the peoples within which they reside is a source of perpetual conflict often resulting in their expulsion while frequently being accompanied by wholesale slaughter.
They have always been a thorn in the side of the civilization within which they reside. Their goal is always to seize control of that civilization. While thinking themselves superior, as they feed off the dominant culture, the facts contradict the fantasy causing bloody conflicts. So the Jews developed a split psyche, one half dissociating itself from the other, a dual personality.
The belief they developed was that on top of the pyramid of creation was their god, Yahweh. Beneath him were the angels and then half man, half god were the Jews. Beneath them came the humans and on down through the various forms of creation. The humans were jealous of the semi-divine Jews hence hating them. Thus we have the origins of anti-Semitism. In other words a reaction to the over-weaning pride of the Jews.
For the other the Jews have created the image of themselves as a totally benevolent, kindly upright people who wouldn’t hurt a fly. As Samuel Untermyer as spokesman for the People said in a speech delivered over the radio on 4/6/33 and reproduced in transcript in the NY Times the following day:
[The Jews], a proud, gentle, loyal, law abiding people, a people who have shed their blood for their Fatherland, and to whom Germany owes in large part its prosperity and its great scientists, educators, lawyers, physicians, poets, musicians, diplomats and philosophers, who are the backbone of its past cultural life.
The absurdity of these extravagant claims are manifest on the face of it. The dissociation from reality is nearly psychotic, perhaps it is. Inwardly the Jews know of the absurdity while that knowledge conflicts with the things they really are. In defense then the Jews project their failings, their inability to live up to their fantasy on the other. The Other consequently become hated.
Samuel Untermyer goes on to contrast the Other to his Jews:
…why dwell longer on this revolting picture of the ravages wrought by these ingrates [the Germans] and beasts of prey, animated by the loathsome motives of race hatred, bigotry and envy.
For the Jews are the aristocrats of the world.
So, Untermyer projects an image of what the Jews would be and then with split psyche projects Jewish short comings, how they actually behave, on the Other, for as he believes, the Jews are the aristocrats of the world, or in ancient terms, the Chosen People of God. The Children of Light versus the Children of Darkness. The Master Race.
The conflict was ever present and is ever present. The Old Testament protests that the temple of Solomon was the premier wonder of the world. But when the Jews were transported to Babylon they realized what back water people they were. While entering Babylon through a gate that dwarfed their imagination, they were confronted by rows of palaces and temples that made their temple look like the stable in which Jesus was born. This had a devastating effect on their minds giving the whole group a severe inferiority complex that could be countered only by preposterous claims of superiority.
This psychic split between wonders they thought they had created and wonders far exceeding theirs was a constant contradiction that had to be dealt with. The Jews lived in denial while they were forced to belittle the achievements of the Other. Hence we have Samuel Untermyer virtually denying a German contribution to their own culture. This terrible dilemma bedevils their imagination. There is no appeasing it. By 1940 the Jews were taking credit for the creation of the America claiming to be the true Americans while men like Ford and Lindbergh were anti-American destroyers of the Democracy.
After disturbing the peace of Mesopotamia, Egypt, the Hellenistic States and Rome for two thousand odd years of the Age of Aries the Age of Pisces arrived. The avatars of Aries were sent off to what the Greek astrologers called Far Tartary. The Sun had entered Pisces.
I’m sure that many readers will ask, what is this Astrological nonsense? A good and worthy question. While today the stars have lost their mystical nature while ‘the third rock from the Sun’ is spoken of as a tiny insignificant speck in a fourteen billion year old universe, prior to this Scientific age the earth was seen as the center of what was a very small universe while the heavens mirrored the earth ‘as above, so below.’ Thus astrology was a living presence for our ancestors.
The ancients studied the heavens which are nearly invisible above the smog of our cities today, over a long period of time, probably at least three or more Great Years. The air being much clearer the naked eye could apparently detect what only the Hubble can see today. The Great Year is not known to many today, and indeed, if intelligence was distributed back then as it is now there were not more than five or ten percent of the population capable of understanding the problem.
Understanding the problem, in a limited way, the intelligentsia had to keep it to themselves as the less intellectually gifted would have killed them for uttering nonsense. The hoi polloi could only understand the exoteric while the esoteric had to remain hidden from them. Thus the colleges of priests arose to mediate between the hoi polloi and the cognoscenti. This is really the story of the European epic, Homer’s Illiad.
The transmission from of this knowledge generation to generation over a probable hundred thousand years was a great achievement, a difficulty that had to be surmounted, especially without writing and certainly without an adequately developed spoken language. The ability to draw circles in the sand depicting the heavens and the earth must have been their only means, thus the significance of the mandala.
The Great year. Today as then the fact is known only to the cognoscenti but available to the curious in dozens of books which is how I came across it. Because the planet is tilted off center by twenty-three and a half degrees, over a period of twenty-five thousand years and some odd the North Pole traces a circle in the sky. The North Star of today will in twelve thousand plus years be in Far Tartary while Vega now in Tartary will return to the position of the Pole Star. But that will be Ages from now.
There can be no doubt that the Zodiac and the Ages are a fiction but the Great Year is real based on valid observation. The ancient explanation of the Great Year is based on incomplete information. Still, once set up far gone Great Years ago the fiction was taken literally and acted upon by all peoples from China to Europe with the exception of the Jews. Thus when the Sun passed from Taurus to Aries the Jews refused to acknowledge the world wide system living through the Age of Aries with a Taurian and/or Saturnian mentality.
Inevitably Aries edged into the Age of Pisces. The world began to adapt while even the Jews in part if not in whole acknowledged that the Age was changing even though their god, Saturn/Yahweh remained eternal.
Thus Jesus heralded the New Piscean Dispensation declaring the Old Taurian Dispensation null and void.
Now, during the Age of Aries the Jews had been dispersed throughout world including China, India and naturally what became the Roman Empire. The Chinese colonies were eventually absorbed and disappeared while the Indian colonies have existed as very distant memories.
In the Roman Empire as Jews were part of the metaphysical speculation of the Mediterranean Basin while being the odd fellow outside the pale they were part of the psychological whole and prospered accordingly while they dispersed themselves in every province but still owing primary allegiance to the Jewish State within the Empire. Thus a Rome and Jerusalem warfare existed for dominance as they would later challenge the European Peoples in the nineteenth and twentieth centuries AD. Just as the Roman Empire was involved in a destructive Jewish War from 66 AD to about 135 AD so Europe was engulfed in a hideous murderous Jewish War from 1789 to 1950 in its first phase. The War has changed faces since then but a Jewish War against what they call Whiteness continues and will continue until either the Jews or the Whites are wiped from the face of the Earth as with the Amalekites of old.
Thus Jesus who was merely a Jewish prophet in the mold of Jeremiah challenged the structure of the Jewish dream and had to die. The Jews of the Sanhedrin ‘relaxed’ Jesus to the secular authorities, much as the Rosenbergs would later be ‘relaxed’ to the US authorities, as the phrase was in the Spanish Inquisition, who per request executed the Jew Jesus. Religious authorities don’t kill they employ others to do it for them.
The Jews then began to persecute, that is kill, the Jesusites on the order of the Amalekites. By some perverted historical accident Saul who was born again as Paul rescued the Jewish avatar of emerging Pisces universalizing him as the avatar for the whole of Europe. The Jew Jesus became the universal Christ figure when he displaced the successor to the Arien Age Zeus, Dionysus. Not as Jesus the Jew but after the Greek Christ has Christianity been named and taken its form.
Hating Jesus as a renegade Jew the Jews had no more love for him as the Christ. Hence the deep hatred of Christianity existing to this day and Christian Europeans by the Jews.
The open war between Rome and Jerusalem broke out in 66 AD, having nothing to do with Jesus who was still unknown outside Judaea, continuing for nearly 70 years of incredible brutality and savagery no different from the abysmal horrors inflicted on Europeans by them during the hideous European Holocaust from 1914 to about 1950.
Defeated, Jerusalem was razed with the Jews being forbidden to set foot in the ruins. Of course the Mesopotamian community which had refused to return to Judaea, possibly larger than the Judaean faction, was unaffected until they were expelled around the year 1000 AD. Numbers of those joined their fellows in Spain making that unfortunate country the largest Jewish community in the world for perhaps 500 years.
By another incredible stroke of luck the Christian Catholic Church awarded the Jews the greatest boon any people on Earth has ever enjoyed. They awarded the Jews a monopoly on usury. Christians were forbidden the right to charge interest. Thus for nearly two thousand years Jews had the sole right to explore the mysteries of compound interest and the absolute power thus conveyed to them by the Popes. Oh, glory hallelujah! With emancipation in 1789 came the destruction of Europe through usury.
Their reliance on usury got the Jews into constant trouble because while they were successfully exploiting the various peoples they in their turn resented their exploitation often visiting their resentment on their tormentors by physical means. Thus a species of warfare existed between Europeans and Jews that was irreconcilable. The contest often resulted in Jews being expelled from the various countries. England in 1290, France a few years later at the beginning of the 14th century and as the Jews moved East various German principalities.
The Jews moved further East into Poland and the sparsely settled areas of what became the Pale of Settlement which Russia annexed in the eighteenth century.
The defining moment in the conflict with the Europeans came in 1492 when Ferdinand and Isabella expelled the Jews from Spain. The peasants had groaned too long under the exactions of the Jews as tax farmers on the one hand and usurers on the other. This had gone on for hundreds of years.
Nevertheless the Jews characteristically saw only one side of the question, what they considered injustice to themselves. They consequently swore revenge on Europe as Christianity as they phrased it which meant, as with the Amalekites, genocide. The only question was how and when. The Jews had patience, they could wait.
The how was made difficult by the close supervision of the Catholic Church that allowed them little latitude. During the years of the formative civilization of Europe their situation probably seemed hopeless but as time does not stand still while the European mind was developing its qualities the future may have been dimly perceived as religious and political institutions were slowly being altered during the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. And then…it happened. The French Revolution declared that all men were brothers so they emancipated the Jews removing them from the jurisdiction of the Catholic Church.
The condition of emancipation was essentially that the Jews abandon their peculiar customs and become one with the great European family.
Not likely, but at that time a division was created between the ‘enlightened’ Western European Jews and the benighted Eastern European Jews. While Western Jews basked in the scientific West the Eastern Jews unaffected by Western developments remained sunk in the Medieval Age. The true Jewish society developed in the East emerging at the end of the nineteenth century modified as Zionism. There was no genius in the East although they were the ‘fabled’ Ashkenazi Jews.
The requirements of European society changed from one of landed wealth to one of money wealth. The fate of the old European landed aristocracy was sealed as they were slow or unable to embrace the new money economy governed by usury otherwise known as compound interest. Cut off from the concepts of usury for nearly two thousand years they had little or no understanding of what borrowing on a compounded 43% rate meant.
The Jews were at home in usury hence as the nineteenth century developed the Jews transferred the wealth of Europeans to themselves and rose from pariahs to equals to potential or real masters.
The struggle was certainly not over as the end of the nineteenth century neared but to the discerning observer the future was far from obscure.
Continued in Part II: Europeans and Americans