The Myth Of The Twenty-First Century

Red Octopus vs. The Nazi Hydra

Boring From Within

by

R.E. Prindle

The whole contest between the Red Octopus and The Nazi Hydra was framed on race. The myth was that the evil White Man through no special talent of his own had seized the wealth of the world and subjected the colored peoples from who he stole. Hence the White Man must be made to pay. Pay with his life.

Thus all the colored peoples of the world are arrayed against the evil White Man. IN the US the Democratic Liberal Party is home to the colored peoples and the sanctimonious White Liberal. The next step in the myth was the White Man as the oppressor of Homosexuals and White Women. The motto of the Octopus is Whiteness must disappear from the earth before justice can reign. The plan of action is: Hey, hey, ho, ho, Western Civilization has got to go.

The myth of the Devil White Man began to form in the wake of WWI and the revolutions and skirmishes that continued for several years. WWII put paid to White Supremacy. The Liberal Coalition that contained only a small minority of White men, and those mostly homosexual, began to organize and as a first attack selected the university system of the US.

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The Red Octopus , regardless of their enormous crimes against humanity always considered themselves the virtuous Party. The atrocities of two world wars cooled their ardor for violent action. They chose to bore from within. Always a tactic from WWI and before it now became more active. The first all out assault was the so-called Free Speech Movement at the University of California at Berkeley. The Free Speech Movement was the first Occupy assault. A small faction of revolutionaries managed to shut the University down by occupying Halls and preventing the school from functioning.

The action was called the Free Speech Movement because Free Speech in America is a prime virtue. Thus the slogan or name made the assault defensible as a virtuous action. Of course, within the Red Octopus free speech had no place. One either hewed to the Party line or were disciplined or worse.

The Berkeley assault was entirely successful and free speech disappeared on campus. The Movement soon spread across the country, Columbia University of New York being the prime example but the whole Ivy League succumbed immediately. Moving from Free Speech to race the lack of Negroes attending universities was then included in the list of grievances. Race is another virtue thus reinforcing the impregnable virtue of the Movement.

The remarkable thing about the Movement was the complete surrender of college presidents and faculties. It therefore follows that the college administrations were complicit; they were sleeper agents already in place. The first capitulations set the tone for all that followed. Of course having arrogated virtue to themselves any opposition therefore was vile, and being vile anyone holding other views was discreditable. They automatically became racists, anti-Semites, opposed to Blacks and Browns.

Soon they began to lose their jobs often for something they may have said in private or may have said or only reported to have said decades before. To be accused was to be found guilty; no proof was needed.

Once the universities were captured and cleansed and the curriculums appropriated all else followed.

By the 2016 presidential election the stage for the coup to what was euphemistically called the one party system was set. The Red Octopus would be triumphant.

However the Hydra becoming alarmed managed to put forward an able candidate in Donald Trump who moved to disestablish the Octopus and put in place a Hydra agenda.

The stage has now been set for the Clash of the Titans: a global contest for supremacy between the Red Octopus and the Hydra.

 

To be continued…

A Review

Tough Jews by Rich Cohen

By

R.E. Prindle

We’re trying to get America by the wallet.

Abe ‘Kid Twist’ Reles

 

Cohen, Rich: Tough Jews, Fathers, Sons and Gangster Dreams, Vintage, 1999.

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Our author, Rich Cohen seems to be oppressed by the vision of Jews marching obediently to the death camps in war torn Europe. He is ashamed that Jews didn’t organize and resist the Nazis. Actually those that could did. The Warsaw Ghetto being the most famous example. Of course having no infra structure to support them that resistance, while commendable, was futile. This reaction within Nazi lines was not the same as that by Jews beyond those lines. US Jews campaigned mightily with the full assistance of President Roosevelt to get our men to fight their war for them and succeeded. Jews fought in the Russian army where there was a supporting infra structure. It is also true that the political Commissars attached to the Russian army were nearly all Jews. Their role as political Commissars in the conducting of the war was equal to or maybe even superior to that of the military generals. The Germans have incredible horror stories of the barbarities perpetrated by the Commissars that are equal in horror to anything that occurred in the death camps.

But few people are aware of the Jewish influence in the battle units. Rich Cohen apparently being one of them or he wouldn’t lament ‘weak’ Jews while trying to find heroes amongst a group of barbaric Jewish criminals who operated on about the same level of brutality as the Soviet Jewish Commissars.

Nor does Rich seem to be aware of the attitudes of Jewish-Russian criminals flooding into NYC just before and during the writing of his book. So, this review will roam about a bit in putting Tough Jews into perspective.

In his own way Rich Cohen has written a valuable piece of immigrant Americana. Brooklyn although a Jewish colony was and is a part of NYC and the US. The borough currently functions as the Jewish capital of the US and rivals the whole State of Israel itself. Because his father grew up in Brooklyn and was part of the Jewish underworld Rich is now a very privileged fellow. As Tough Jews was written when Rich was a mere thirty years old, currently turning fifty it is nicely turned out. His father left Brooklyn moving to the equally important underworld of Chicagoland, Illinois. From there Rich attended Tulane University of New Orleans then finding his way to the Big Bagel, NYC.

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He had no trouble finding literary jobs with prestigious magazines such as the New Yorker and Vanity Fair, indeed, I am guessing, with the aid of his father’s connections.

His father grew up in Brooklyn with the future TV journalist Larry King so it is hardly surprising that Rich did a stint with the Larry King TV show.

On reading Rich’s book one is haunted by the feeling that, while ostensibly about a group of criminals hardly worth the eulogies Rich heaps on them, there is a deeper more pervading and significant interest. Indeed that interest would subsequently appear in his book, Israel Is Real: An Obsessive Quest To Understand the Jewish Nation and Its History. Obsessive and Nation are key words.

Indeed, Tough Jews might be considered a Volume I of that obsession. That obsession will color my review as I will range wider than a bunch of Neanderthal criminals and I mean no insult to the Neanderthals.

Tough Jews itself is a handsomely written book although one twinges at so many cuteisms that mar the writing, descents into purple prose, but picky complaints aside the book reads smoothly, smartly and coherently at a high level of interest, perhaps lagging a bit around the Abe ‘Kid Twist’ Reles denouement. But that complaint might also be a touch of envy.

Yet, he admires these creeps, these primitives, these brutal beastie boys. And what redeems them? They are Jews. Like himself, like Brooklyn. He excuses them because he confuses their unredeemable savagery with strength. Tough Jews. As he points out these are little fellows in the 5’ 0” to 5’ 2” range, as young men no more than 120 pounds. Any six footer could brush them aside. So what made them formidable? They were ready to not only kill, but mutilate, at the drop of a hat. And they did, often for silly reasons. It was wise to step back from them.

Of course, Rich believes the reason is that they are poor immigrant lads, immigrant Jews who have been brushed aside denied their place in the sun by bigotry. He believes that they couldn’t go to University because all the best schools had quotas, which is not quite true. Hence he believes this criminality lasted only one generation and then the Tribe went straight. Forget the Russian Jews of the 1990s who came in criminal and have nearly completed the task the early Jewish mob undertook. As Abe Reles is quoted as saying his mob wanted to get America by the wallet; in other words by controlling the money, control the society.

Things were not being done haphazardly. They were planned. And they were only a part of the plan. At this point of his life Rich may not have been able to piece things together but he does know the criminals he is describing. And they were tough Jews and as such role models for himself and apparently the Russian Jews who came later. Those Russian Jews had their own legends of how the Jews did things in New York in those early years. Called new Robber Barons by the New York press they apparently believed that they were emulating the industrialists who built the railroads, creating an astonishing steel industry and the oil business. But to mention thugs in the same breath as Ford or Carnegie is an unforgiveable sacrilege. Ford and Carnegie built things and created it, adding to stock. Criminals steal it and diminish wealth.

There are different ways of being tough and there was a small army of tougher Jews in finance, in the universities, in politics. Rich essentially picks up his story with the ascent of the arch criminal and master mind Arnold Rothstein. He was the criminal who masterminded the fixing of the 1919 World Series.

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Nineteen eighteen through nineteen twenty-seven, these were the crucial years of the takeover of Western Civilization. The really critical period was eighteen, nineteen and twenty when the West realized that the ‘Russian’ Revolution was a Jewish affair and that as the anonymous author of the celebrated book The Cause Of World Unrest put it Jews and the cause were synonymous.

In that asymmetrical war following the destruction of European manhood in the shooting war the Jews, united Jews of the world, fought to avoid defeat while at the same time establishing themselves as the dominant guiding role in Western Civilization. They had won primacy in Russia by the 1917 Soviet revolution. It would take them a few more years to consolidate their role in Europe.

Complete success was denied them by the resistance of Italy’s Fascism and Germany’s tremendous Volkist identity. Thus, in Germany it was Jewish nationalism vs. German nationalism. A virtual Civil War in which the only solution was the expulsion or extermination of the other. There is nothing surprising or unnatural in the so-called holocaust. It was inevitable just as the continuing asymmetrical war on Europeans by the Jewish survivors was only to be expected and prepared for.

The economic engine that made Jewish success possible was the plundered wealth of the Rothschilds in Europe and the equally plundered wealth of the US obtained by crime and misappropriation.

Nineteen-twenty provided the setting and the criminal streets of NYC the set. With the advent of the prohibition ‘experiment’ the wealth of the US was laid at the mob’s door. The wallet of the US that Abe Reles was talking about was deftly lifted by Jewish hands.

The engine driver for the early years was Arnold Rothstein, an especial hero of Rich’s, whose usefulness for the cause was gone by 1928 when he was taken out and replaced by Lepke Buchalter who was succeeded by Meyer Lansky after Buchalter was convicted and executed in 1942. Lansky was instrumental in the funding of the State of Israel using money collected by criminal means.

So, all these underworld figures were working hand in glove with the aboveworld figures. The international Jewish government required an enormous amount of money to function and most of these vast sums were obtained by exploiting the gentiles. The Jewish mob was not stealing to live; those enormous sums of money were being funneled into the Jewish World State. As well, Jewish charitable collections were put to political purposes.

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The aboveworld politicians were also out to get America by the wallet. In one of the most wonderful feats of history the Jews pushed through the Federal Reserve Act by which they secured control of US currency receiving interest on every dollar in circulation. What a bonanza. And it was a private corporation owned by nine Jewish banks of Europe and one of the US. The single non-Jewish owner was the Rockefeller combine. And it was a corporation independent of legislative and executive control. Hey, hey, hubba, hubba.

Going into WWI the Jews were advantageously placed monetarily in Western Civilization. The war consolidated their gains and even expanded their influence, without mentioning the elimination of the Czars, thus making the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics a Jewish country.

These astounding successes stirred up a reaction among the farseeing gentiles resulting in publications such as the celebrated The Cause Of World Unrest. This in turn brought out the Jewish Damage Control units that fought back by silencing each and every critic while destroying them economically and socially. The terrorist Anti-Defamation League was very effective at this.

Another of the aboveground threats, this one entirely criminal thus blurring the line between aboveworld and underworld methods was the theft of millions of dollars worth of Liberty Bonds directly from the New York Stock Exchange. The bonds would continue to surface in all kinds of places during the twenties. Not surprisingly Arnold Rothstein had an ample supply.

Of key importance here was the election of the rump of the old political post-Civil War establishment, the three Republican presidents, Harding, Coolidge and Hoover. These three were the last hurrah of the old American establishment. When Franklin Roosevelt succeeded Hoover in 1933 the new Jewish immigration dispensation began.

The years of Woodrow Wilson marked the first penetration of the US government by the Jews. Wilson as well as his Jews were socialists and with the end of the war they established a limited socialist government. They were prepared to go further had Cox and Roosevelt been elected in 1920. Harding’s victory derailed their plans for twelve years and the Jews disappeared from Washington for the interim.

Thus, while Jewish criminals infiltrated further at street level the economic situation in the US government was temporarily out of reach. However, even then the government had no control over the currency. To avoid ‘partisan’ interference the Federal Reserve had been placed beyond the political control of both the executive and legislative branches of government. The Act could have been challenged by the Supreme Court but with Brandeis on it that was not probable and in fact the question didn’t even arise.

Thus, at this critical juncture of the Stock Market crash of ’29 Hoover had had no way to monitor the Fed. The Fed was free to engineer the crash.

All of this did not pass unnoticed by alert Americans; however to point out Jewish machinations was to automatically label oneself an ‘anti-Semite’ and place oneself outside the pale of society. Not that there were not brave men and women. Chief of these citizens was the industrialist, perhaps the greatest American of the twentieth century or ever, Henry Ford.

Jewish historians, of course, portray Ford as an unredeemable bigot who woke one day and declared to himself: I am going to be the world’s #1 anti-Semite. The historians can find no other reason for Ford taking up a very expensive campaign to solve what he and a great many others considered to be the world’s #1 problem.   As Ford is central to the American side of the equation, it might be profitable to examine Jewish antecedents.

Without going back to the transition from the Age of Taurus to the Age of Aries when the Jews split off from the universal Astrological religion to create their own, let us look at the immediate cause of Jewish unrest. At about the turn of the nineteenth century expansionist Russia annexed what became the Pale of Settlement that included a major part of Poland. The area had been the refuge of the Jews; it contained the vast majority of Jews in the world.

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Under the Poles who had administered this territory the Jews had been a semi-autonomous people to whom Polish commercial affairs had been granted. Autonomy, political equality as a separate people with the host country had always been the Jewish goal. They wanted to be a nation within a nation. Remember the Jews always aspire to autonomy with themselves as the senior party. The Russians denied the Jews autonomy wanting to reduce them to subjects of the Czars. They insisted that the Jews and all the subject peoples become Russian.

By so doing, from the Jewish point of view, the Russians had declared war to the finish on the Jews. From 1800 on the Jews were at war with Russia, or, as the they put it, the Czars. At the time, 1800, the US was not a significant entity but within a couple short decades it would be.

The Jews of Western Europe were emancipated at almost the same time as Eastern European Jewry came under the dominion of the Russians. At the same time the Rothschilds had become the richest family in England and Europe with many other Jews becoming also very wealthy so that there was an economic, if not political equality, if not supremacy for the Jews. The kings and princes, the European nobility, stood between emancipation and Jewish supremacy so that European institutions had to be destroyed. Hence the nineteenth century was a century of revolution and destruction.

By 1870, following the US Civil War it became apparent to the discerning that the US was the country of the future. Thus, about that year their situation becoming intolerable in Russia the great migration equaling that of the exodus from Egypt began. Thus, the Jews in full revolutionary mode boarded the great steamships that parted the Atlantic to the US as the Red Sea had been to Israel and the transfer of the Jewish population began. The Jews did not come as peaceful immigrants but as revolutionaries seeking autonomy or as Abe Reles poetically put it, to get America by the wallet.

They did not come as individuals but as an invasion organized in Europe by wealthy Jews. This was an expensive operation. The way had been prepared for the Eastern Jews by the Western Jewish 48ers, those who fled Europe to escape the consequences of their failed revolution of 1848.

Circumstances had favored the Jews as they arrived just as the great technological revolution of the nineteenth century was gaining momentum. The sewing machine was beginning to revolutionize the needle trades. Thus, the 48ers appropriated the industry for the East European Jews almost guaranteeing employment for them as soon as they landed in NYC. The end of homespun and rise of readymade occurred fortuitously and the rag industry became Jewish. This was not inconsequential but a major coup.

Things became possible that had never been possible before. The great continent spanning railroads had come into existence within a decade of the Civil War. Standard Oil began its rise. It was the Gilded Age, money was there for the picking up for those on the qui vive.

There was a difference between the US and Europe that leveled the playing field between Jews and Aryans.   The US had never experienced a Feudal Age; there was no landed aristocracy. It had been born straight into the Age of Money. Whereas in Europe land had been the basis of status and wealth in Europe, in the US land was a nearly disposable commodity, you used it until it was exhausted then moved on. Money was what determined status and money alone. Being a millionaire was the height of success. For the Jews money had always been the symbol of success. In Europe it was necessary for money to displace land to be the signifier so that in that struggle Europeans lost out to the Jews as money displaced land and title.

Herbert HooverPresident Herbert Hoover

In the US money was the object. The question then would be how to outmaneuver the Americans to be the dominant money power. As Europe was insecure and as US Jews became as rich or richer than European Jews the World Jewish Government was shifted to the US at about the year 1900. The great Jewish institutions such as the American Jewish Committee, still existing today, took form. A whole generation of very active Jewish politicians most of whom the ordinary American has never heard of came to the fore. One, Bernard Baruch, would be a major power in US politics through the Eisenhower administration.

It would be tedious to list them at this point when the names mean nothing to you but they will appear. Key to the formation of Ford’s opinion of the Jewish problem was the Wall Street financier, Bernard Baruch. Prewar he made his fortune as ‘the bear of Wall Street.’ When the American entry into WWI became imminent, as Baruch tells it, Woodrow Wilson begged him to enter public service. Baruch did, becoming the Czar of American industry as the administrator of the War Industries Board. It was this point that being the Czar of something became an American cliché, The Czar of Baseball, the Czar of Wall Street, etc. The term has fallen into disuse now.

At the same time Wilson opened the doors of Washington to the Jews who up to that time had been treated more warily. But, as the WIB administrator Bernard Baruch was put in charge of the entire industrial apparatus of the US, all industrialists were subordinated to his authority. He was the actual Czar, autocrat, of Industry. They were accountable to Bernard Baruch and he took advantage of the situation to further his own interests and those of the Jews.

Wilson instituted an unnecessary rigid socialist government in the US during the war. Many old socialist shibboleths were imposed under cover of what was an unnecessary involvement in the European war, such as the nationalization of the railroads which were returned to their owners after the war over strong protest.

The rules Baruch imposed on industry were but little short of nationalization. You may be sure that Ford and other industrialists objected strenuously. But, Woodrow Wilson had made Baruch, not unlike the Federal Reserve, independent of any other authority with full dictatorial powers to enforce his, Baruch’s, will. Baruch did not have to clear his actions with Wilson or anybody else, he had full license. As he said, he was the most powerful man in America and possibly the world save Wilson and his actions were taken independently of Wilson.

Ford and the Dodge Brothers in Detroit strenuously resisted Baruch’s directives, the Dodges especially becoming intemperate, using racial slurs. Baruch did not forget. Fortunately, the war ended before Baruch had time to implement his full program, much to his regret.

Academic historians will gloss over Baruch’s actions as their careers depend on pleasing the Jews but the WIB was a major influence on Ford’s post-war attitudes toward the Jewish problem.

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Rich Cohen, writing at thirty, doesn’t seem to be aware of how influential the Jews were as Prohibition began but in both the aboveworld and the underworld Jews were well able to forward their plans.

Prohibition itself provided oceans of money for crime. While the Sicilians are most often associated with bootleg liquor the Jews were immense beneficiaries.   Rothstein himself set up the trans-Atlantic route in which his agents made purchases in the British Isles which were then delivered offshore to speed boats that took the liquor ashore. Cuba was a major entrepot but then Canada was showered with gold from liquor sales. The Jewish Purple Gang of Detroit ferried liquor across the Detroit River with no problems. The Jewish Mayfield Road Gang of Cleveland brought shiploads across Lake Erie with little interference. The greatest Jewish beneficiaries of all may have been the Jewish Bronfman family of Canada who were suppling both the Purple Gang and the Mayfield Road Gang. The Bronfmans emerged from Prohibition immensely wealthy and with their established European connections were major post-Prohibition distributors of legal booze.

Rothstein during his brief reign as crime lord also organized the distribution of heroin just before he was shot so that money poured into the underworld’s coffers.

But, to return to the aboveground rollers. Ford read The Cause Of World Unrest and that set him to thinking, and then he read The Protocols Of The Learned Elders Of Zion and that put him in action. It is difficult today to realize the impact of Ford from say 1912 to 1932 both domestically and globally. The Sherwin-Williams paint company used to have a logo of paint pail pouring out over the globe with a slogan reading Sherwin-Williams Paints Cover The World.

Well, so did Ford. By 1920 there were few places in the world that you couldn’t buy a Ford. I have no proof of it but I believe that the Daddy Warbucks character of the comic strip Little Orphan Annie was based partially at least on Ford. Ford’s Service Department was part of an intelligence force not unlike the FBI or CIA or the Anti-Defamation League so it would be unreasonable to think that Ford was not very well aware of what was going on.

His enemies have portrayed him as a rube ignoramus but quite the opposite was true. So, when Ford took up the battle in 1920 he was a very formidable foe to the Jews and the struggle was epic. The main weapon of the Jews, of course, was defamation and the protestation of purity and innocence and Ford over the coming two decades or so was so intensely defamed that even today he is reputationless.

The Damage Controllers of the Jews then first took up the task of discrediting and suppressing the two books they found the most damaging: The Cause Of World Unrest and The Protocols Of Zion.

The Cause was released in the US in 1920 by the prestigious firm G.P. Putnam’s Sons. The book was causing an uproar in England so the notion was to censor it, that is prevent its publication in the US. Distribution was very limited from Putnams who also recalled it. Other efforts were made to publish but they were defeated so The Cause Of World Unrest was defeated by those who call themselves the champions of free speech.

The Jews were never successful in completely suppressing the Protocols of Zion. Numerous versions of the Protocols are still available today although their worth has been superseded by movies and TV which are much better propaganda tools. The Cause of World unrest has been reissued by the Cornell University Press.

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Ford believed that exposure would solve the Jewish problem so he bought a newspaper called the Dearborn Independent. Dearborn, Michigan was the location of his first major plant. Today the city is a Moslem center. He thus created what was perhaps the first attempt at a national newspaper as the paper was distributed throughout the US and actually abroad.

It was not necessarily a propaganda sheet. Ford was in many ways a social reformer. He objected to nearly everything in what later generations called the Jazz Age. One of those things were scandalous newspapers devoted to crime, sex, and carnage. Indeed, although this is not well known Ford ran one of the three largest movie studios in the US. His films were, of course, devoid of sensationalism, devoted to educational topics. We were still shown some in ’48 and’49 in class.

The Dearborn Independent was a sedate, wholesome weekly that featured an expose of Jewish activities in the US on a weekly basis for a couple years. The articles were then collected into four small books titled The International Jew. The articles infuriated the Jews and evoked an hysterical reaction from the aboveworld Jewish government but there was no handhold for a major lawsuit.

The international Jewish government was composed of people you likely have never heard of but were hugely influential in US politics. Louis Brandeis and his understudy Felix Frankfurter, Brandeis a Surpreme Court justice and Frankfurter a future one, Jacob Schiff, Louis Marshall, president of the AJC, Samuel Untermyer, Rabbi Wise among others and, of course, the ubiquitous Bernard Baruch, all wailing behind the scenes. William Fox, the Fox of Twentieth Century-Fox. The whole Hollywood establishment. All of them were arrayed against Ford. It was worse than today’s war on President Trump. Their chief weapon was the anti-Semite slur and Ford was labeled the Anti-Semite in Chief.

The goal of the Jewish establishment was to disable any critics as anti-Semites. A key goal was to make so-called anti-Semitism a legally sanctioned crime, a punishable offence as it is today in France. They achieved this goal in the Communist Soviet Union at the time so such a law in the US would be an extension of the one of the USSR thereby assuring such such a law would become universal.

The anti-Ford campaign would climax in 1927 in the Sapiro-Ford trial in which the goal was to make criticism of Jews a legal offence. Thus Louis Marshall, the president of the American Jewish committee sat in his New York cubby hole like a spider tracking a fly- the fly being Ford.

As I said above, in 1918 the Dodge Brothers- Dodge Motors- used language offensive to Bernard Baruch in the contest of wills over WIB directives. Baruch never forgave them and two years later the brothers died under mysterious circumstances. As mentioned, the Purple Gang was in Detroit, so an attempt was also made on Ford’s life when his car was forced off the road, very nearly pushed into River Rouge. The defamation had already taken effect so that Ford was treated as semi-deranged while it has been generally accepted that he staged the accident himself, while no explanation has ever been offered why he would have done so.

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Still, the articles continued and still the Jewish establishment was outraged. But, the US Constitution guaranteed free speech while Ford’s articles were firmly grounded in fact. They were exposes not defamations. Ford himself did not write the articles, that task was delegated to his editor William Cameron for whom Ford amassed a colossal library on Jewish subjects. His agents in the Service Department were busy investigating in the field. Ford did not do things by halves.

However, while criticizing the Jews was not illegal, the Jews had made it the extremity of gauche in gentile circles so that Ford found himself increasingly ostracized but not estranged. Believe me, he had friends in high places. A letter purportedly from President Harding is extant deploring Ford’s exposes and asking him to desist. Perhaps a forgery. At any rate about 1923 Ford agreed to publish no more articles, but the collected articles remained available in The International Jew series. The extant articles were probably as much or more than the public could absorb.

But, then, in 1924 it came to the attention of Ford that a man named Aaron Sapiro was attempting to organize farm co-ops in a manner Ford considered injurious to the farmers as they were in fact. Once again Ford sent investigators into the field to get a clear idea of what was going on. He once again began publishing his findings in the Dearborn Independent. This may or may not have been a setup but it seems clear that the proceedings were directed by Louis Marshall and gang in New York City. Samuel Untermyer.

The evidence implicated Bernard Baruch, Albert Laker and Eugene Meyer as well as Sapiro. Sapiro whose fortunes were on the decline may have instituted proceedings in the hope of a large settlement but as he turned the trial into a crusade to end ‘defamation’ of the Jews it became a move to make criticism of Jews illegal and punishable as it was in the Soviet Union.

The trial was something of a farce that ended in a mistrial when it was learned that Sapiro tried to influence a juror, jury tampering. Whether a new trial would be adjourned or not, Ford, in the midst of a critical model change, decided to call it off, made a settlement and walked away.

It is interesting that within the next year he traveled to New York City to call on Louis Marshall in his cubby hole. According to Marshall (see Letters of) they sat and looked at each other then parted. Marshall died soon after.

With the settlement of the Sapiro case the damage control in the US was complete although in Europe Adolf Hitler was on the rise and in a few years would be elected Chancellor of Germany setting off a huge reaction among the Jews of the US.

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The Jewish government or establishment whatever you want to call it failed in the attempt to establish a semi-legal principle that criticizing the Jews was a punishable offense; however they did effective damage control and by defaming Ford silenced any further criticism of themselves. Henceforth any such criticism war strictly verboten.

DeweyMr. District Attorney, Thomas E. Dewey

Ford was not their only target; scholarly writers like Madison Grant and his volume: The Passing Of The Great Race as well as several volumes of the Harvard historian Lothrop Stoddard detailing an accurate account of current affairs and their logical consequences. By the early forties such writers had been so thoroughly defamed that they lost all credibility. Indeed, the Jews placed them on their index of forbidden books.

The Jews were also moving forward on several fronts. Their further goals were made feasible by the assumption of the presidency of Franklin Delano Roosevelt in 1933. As Herbert Hoover, who preceded Roosevelt may be said to represent the last of the post-Civil War ‘American’ presidents, so Roosevelt inaugurated the era of the immigrant presidents. FDR was a strange case. There was none with a more American heritage than he. He went back to the old Dutch knickerbockers, the first settlers of Manhattan. The fellows with the beads. Yet there is no president more representative of immigrant America than he. There has never been a president more tender to the Jews and their Communism than he. This tenderness also embraced by his wife Eleanor.

This tenderness began to show when they were quite young. The fact is that when the Jr. League of society women was formed to work the Settlement House scene of New York City after the turn of the century Eleanor participated and she dragged her soon to be husband, Franklin, along with her. The impetus for the Jr. League was railroad magnate E. R. Harriman’s nineteen-year- old daughter. Harriman was associated with the aboveground Jacob Schiff and the Kuhn-Loeb crowd. Kuhn-Loeb was the Jewish investment banking firm on a par with J.P. Morgan. Why these young society women chose to go to the Lower East Side to cater to raw immigrant Jewish women with no ‘upbringing’ or manners is a bit of a mystery. However a lifelong bond between the Roosevelt’s and the Jews was created. Indeed, it may be said that the Jews took the couple under their wing.

It was an irrational bond in which the Roosevelts seem compelled to accede to Jewish wishes. I’m going to go out on a limb here and speculate that the Roosevelts were hypnotized on the Lower East Side and implanted with post-hypnotic suggestions. Manchurian Candidates as it were. I imagine I hear you guffawing but the idea may be more reasonable than you think.

Bear in mind that these Eastern European Jews all came from the Pale of the Settlement. The assembly point for the trek to the transports in Hamburg, Germany was in a town called Brody on the Austrian border. As the assembly and departure point Brody assumed an interesting character. The trek to Hamburg passed near Vienna. Vienna was a hotbed of Jewish aspirations, a Jewish culture center. Vienna was also the home of the famed psychologist Sigmund Freud and the most active branch of the International Order of B’nai B’rith. Freud was a lifelong member of BB from 1895 to his death. He often lectured at the meetings on what must have been psycho-analytic matters including hypnosis. Freud was a supreme authority on hypnosis. Freud hated Europeans and European culture and wanted to see them all dead.

Key people on the trek made a layover in Vienna where along with Freud a number of organizers, all prominent well-to-do men lived. Vienna may have been the most important Jewish center of Europe. How improbable is it that they were given instructions on how to go about furthering objectives in the US? No stretch at all. One must also remember that key American Jews took long vacations in Europe every year. One imagines that Vienna was a favorite destination so coordinating plans would have been convenient.

Freud quite likely indoctrinated key people in hypnotism who spread it further so that many on the East Side would have been knowledgeable. What better method to gain the loyalty of the upper crust of society than through these philantropizing young girls of the new Jr. League?

So, Franklin Delano Roosevelt just drifted into politics with some pretty hazy political notions. It just so happened that a little way down the road from Hyde Park a family of Jews named Morgenthau lived. The Morgenthaus were very active Jewish nationalists. Morgenthau Sr. at one time served as ambassador to Constantinople, now Istanbul. Constantinople was a key destiny post and for many years a Jewish prerogative of US diplomats.

Henry Morgenthau Jr. attached himself to Roosevelt like a limpet. Whether he was a guest at Hyde Park or not he made himself a guest anytime there was activity there. In time, when FDR became president, Henry Morgenthau Jr. more or less made himself FDR’s Secretary of the Treasury. He constantly tried to expand his role in that position. He was in command of the money. The Treasury was filled with many Soviet spies.

There was also a very strange relationship between the Jews, Governor Al Smith of New York State and Roosevelt. Smith who was governor of New York for the critical period of 1918 to 1928 with a two year hiatus from 1920-22, was managed by the Jews also. His principal monitor was a woman named Belle Moskowitz. FDR was being groomed to be Al Smith’s successor as governor. When he was elected Eleanor advised him to be wary of Moskowitz. When he was struck down by polio this caused a certain amount of panic as Smith was set to run for president in 1928.

Louis Howe FDR’s political manager and Eleanor Roosevelt kept FDR in the game while he was flat on his back. As 1928 loomed it was necessary for FDR to succeed him. Roosevelt who was desperately trying to regain the use of his legs at his spa in Warm Springs was unwilling to abandon his quest but Smith put the screws to him. FDR ran and won by a narrow margin. Smith embraced a forlorn hope of displacing the Republican Herbert Hoover during the greatest boom the US had ever seen. Naturally Smith was wiped.

Smith was discarded and replaced by Roosevelt as the great Democratic hope. Easily winning reelection as governor FDR prepared for his presidential run. His replacement as governor would this time not be a gentile stooge but an actual Jew, Herbert Lehman.

Had Hoover been able to maintain prosperity there is no chance Roosevelt could have been elected in 1932. It was therefore necessary to arrange an economic disaster to give Roosevelt his chance. The disaster had been in the works for a couple years and the plan was sprung six months into Hoover’s presidency. The event was the great stock market crash of 1929. The Democrats spent the next three and a half years trying to prevent a recovery. The crash has been discussed endlessly with many different arguments but the end result was as desired. FDR succeeded Hoover.

This was not an ordinary succession but a sea change in the direction of the country. The old order of the Gilded Age and individualism had drawn to a close; the new Jewish Age of collectivism began as Hoover had predicted it would. In the Old Order the government had served the people; in the new dispensation the people would serve the government. Thus, the Jewish order in which the Jewish people served the synagogue was transposed onto the American system.

Accordingly Jews flowed back into Washington DC. The groundwork had been prepared by Supreme Court justice Louis Brandeis and his Harvard law professor acolyte, Felix Frankfurter. Since the ‘teens Frankfurter had been indoctrinating a generation of law students into Judeo-Communists; they now infiltrated every branch of government as Roosevelt created new jobs to accommodate them. This invasion of government was not unnoticed as his disciples were known as Frankfurter’s Happy Hot Dogs.

Roosevelt also allowed Communists of every stripe and then denied their politics. The first year was a busy year as among many other things the administration turned on the institutions, the ideas, the politics and the mores of the Old Guard hoping to stomp them into the ground, eliminate them completely. The notion wasn’t too different from that of the revolutionist, Victor Hugo, who wanted to exterminate the old believers because they could never be converted, or what was going on in the Soviet Union where old style Russians were being murdered wholesale, starved to death or sent to the gulags.

The revolution of ’17 was being completed in one way or another around the globe. In the East the Japanese were alarmed trying to set up a defensive perimeter in Northern China and Manchuria. The Soviets hurried to annex Outer Mongolia so the border between the Communists and the Japanese was roughly that of Outer Mongolia and Manchuria, or, Manchukuo as the Japanese styled it. While the US government was Red leaning, the American people were anti-Communist. The Japanese confused the two thinking they and the US were a united front against the Soviets. They learned too late.

Taxing became a major weapon in the Jewish assault on the Western peoples. In Europe, so long as land was the measure of wealth and status then the value of the land had to be destroyed. The great holdings had to be eliminated. Confiscatory taxation was a weapon of mass destruction on the economic front as starvation was the weapon of choice on the social front. It would take a generation or two but the old nobility, land rich but cash poor would have to sell out taking their useless titles with them.

In the US where money had always been the medium determining wealth and status it would only be necessary to destroy incomes and estates. Once again confiscatory taxation was the weapon of choice. Just as the object in Europe was to destroy the old aristocracy replacing it with themselves so the object in the US was to destroy the Old Money of the Gilded Age.

A campaign was directed at inherited wealth which was characterized as evil. The great Gilded Age fortunes had to be destroyed. That meant that in addition to confiscatory income taxes of up to ninety percent so the inheritance tax was raised to 90 percent shattering this value and impoverishing the inheritors. To add insult to injury a capital gains tax was placed on holdings commensurate with other confiscatory taxes.

One has no pity for the fortunate but while land was not the issue those with money had expansive life styles that could longer be maintained, could no longer be afforded, but with everyone in reduced circumstances there was no longer any market for the properties and what with property taxes they became less than valueless. Million dollar mansions became worthless destroying that wealth.

To take only one example, a bete noir of the Jews, William Randolph Hearst, ostensibly worth millions, was instantly placed in bankruptcy. He narrowly evaded it but only under the most humiliating circumstances.

A leading Jewish advocate of this holocaust, the writer Gustavus Myers, was advocating the prevention of large fortunes being accumulated in one’s own life time. In other words, after a cutoff point of X dollars one presumes the individual is prevented from working. That would have a very salutary effect on initiative. Myers crowed that with FDR in office they had their man to realize this insane hope. Fortunately FDR either didn’t go all the way or the Jewish purposes crossed with the rise of the beginning of the WWII, the matter was set aside and forgotten after the war, although confiscatory taxes continued for some time until the injustice was abated. The war intervened and the gentile wallet was saved for a decade or two. It is clear that the aboveground and underground were working together.

Through the thirties then Jewish moles were busy in the underworld, the aboveworld and the netherworld of politics. FDR brought Prohibition to an end upon his entry into office in 1933. This caused a certain disturbance in the underworld when their chief occupation as bootleggers was brought to an end. New vistas opened up however. The sale of addictive drugs grew by leaps and bounds while in the 1960s drug usage entered the mainstream of middle class America. The grip on America’s wallet grew stronger.

While J. Edgar Hoover and his FBI may not have recognized organized crime those more immediately affected recognized the monster when they saw it. That would be New York City. A rising DA by the name of Thomas Dewey seized the snake by the tail. Beginning in the mid-thirties Dewey began the effort to bring the mob to book. He succeeded admirably even getting the mobster-in-chief, Lepke Buchalter arrested.

As well as his extortion racket to milk NYC businesses of the tens of millions, Buchalter had begun a lucrative business of his own called Murder, Inc. Assassination was his business. The business model could be traced back to the Jewish Old Man Of The Mountain of Crusader Times. He is not be confused with the Ismaili cult of assassins led by Hassan-i-Sabah in Iran. He was separate but in the same business.

Murder Inc. was responsible for hundreds of assassinations having a whole stable of killers. Buchalter was first arrested by the Feds, Hoover had been prompted to deal with him, probably because the Mob gave him up to reduce the heat, but the City of New York wanted him to be relaxed to them to be tried on murder charges. They had a bear of a time getting him out of Federal hands.

In one of those hard to explain Roosevelt moments, FDR refused to release Lepke to a certain death sentence. When his hand was forced and New York tried Lepke and sentenced him to the chair there was an incredibly obstinate attempt to prevent his execution. This definitely would have had to come from the Jews who seeking to protect one of their own, wholesale murderer or not. So, we don’t just have a bunch of neighborhood lovable thugs here, we have the head of Murder, Inc. and his people are trying to prevent his execution! Rich Cohen can amaze.

The Jews obviously put tremendous pressure on FDR to prevent Lepke’s release from Federal custody but in this tug of war to bring Lepke to justice apparently Dewey’s men were stronger but even then their determination to put Lepke down over what must have been tremendous pressure from Brooklyn is truly astonishing. The Jews don’t often lose. They even finally got Pollard out.

However, the pressure applied by Dewey on the Mob scattered them from NYC fearing they might be next. Meyer Lansky fled South to Miami and crossed the water to Cuba to thoroughly corrupt that country. He made Havana the gambling Mecca. Gambling seemed to be the new Prohibition but the habit had been prevented by law and few seemed to be complaining about it. However, Lansky’s partner, Bugsy Siegel, chose as his place of exile Los Angeles. LA was close to Las Vegas. Gambling in Nevada was legal but the desert seemed to provide an unattractive environment,

Siegel, though, looked at it and saw opportunity. Naturally a barren desert, Las Vegas would soon be on the shores of Lake Mead, created by Hoover Dam (named Boulder Dam during the Roosevelt years, FDR hated Hoover and did all but blacklist him.)   Water, the missing ingredient.

Bugsy Siegel set about creating the gambling oasis of Las Vegas. A new bonanza appeared in Nevada but reserved for the Mob. Prohibition was gone but the Mafia had landed on its feet. The Jews found another way to get America by the wallet. And this time they wouldn’t be ashamed of it. In the twenty-first century they opened the The National Museum of Crime to celebrate their greatest criminals. The National in the title didn’t refer to the United States.

This does imply intent and volition, a pre-conceived plan. Let us compare these nineteenth century immigrants to a Jewish immigration of the late twentieth century.

This group of so-called immigrants also came from Russia and they had learned their criminal skills in Russia. They all had Israeli passports, actually being Israeli citizens while claiming dual Russian citizenship. Whether they added US citizenship isn’t clear as they always had to be on the qui vive to evade the law by hopping back to Israel from which they couldn’t be extradited. In fact, these people were a global criminal network. They were not only busy gutting the US economy- getting America by the wallet- but they and their confederates had stolen the public assets of Russia during its privatization scandal. They were a problem throughout all Europe at the same time. Masters of banking schemes and human trafficking, a synonym for prostitution.

As usual the filmmakers are the people to go to to get an idea of their activities. Somehow the movies always get the details first and right.

Rich doesn’t get around to examining this latest Jewish migration in Tough Jews nor even in his Israel Is Real. The latest immigration from Russia seems to be a grab and smash involving the whole world, grab the really big wallet. The banking system that grew up to launder the huge amount of criminally gained cash is a story in itself. Not here and now though.

Tough Jews is a good read from more than one point of view. It has something to say about the Jewish colonization of Brooklyn, the Jewish role in crime, the US during the first fifty years of the twentieth century and the organization of a national crime syndicate. I don’t think Rich’s Jews are shown so much as tough though, just murderous and amoral.

Why they would build a museum to celebrate these guys is beyond me.

 

 

Opening A Case For The Reexamination

Of  The History Of The Twenties And Thirties

by

R.E. Prindle

 

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

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

 

The Vampyres Of New York

Clip 10

A Novel

by

R.E. Prindle

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: Leon Trotsky.

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

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

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

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

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

Barron: Oh, shut up, you.

Lessing: Barron, no rudeness now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Barron: Stop it! Stop it!

Lessing: Barron, please! Have some respect.

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

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

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

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

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

Hodding: I don’t believe we can.

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

Lessing: There are other histories.

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

Barron: Name one.

Me: Armand Hammer.

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

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

Barron: Oh my god!

Lessing: Hush!

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

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

Barron: Can you prove that Robinson bought from Hammer?

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

Barron: Can you prove that?

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

Barron: You sound embittered by that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Barron: Not me, you are.

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

Ange: Sort of angry, I can’t tell.

Me: Does he have his cell phone visible?

Ange: Yes.

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

Ange: I, I, I don’t know

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

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

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

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

Steinberg: I just want to talk to her Lessing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steinberg: Judaism isn’t a religion.

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

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

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

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

Merivale: Fuck you Farquhar. Watch your step.

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

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

Lessing: Will Merivale get it?

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: Any problems getting gas, Ragnar?

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

Me: What does Lessing say about Obama?

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

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

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

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

Ragnar: Especially in hot pink.

Me: You spying on me Ragnar?

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

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

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

Abe: You’re on time as usual, I see.

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

Abe: According to Freud so is shit.

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

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

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

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

Me: I didn’t order gloves.

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

Me: But they’re not fluorescent Abe.

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

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

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

Me: Something tells me you can tell me Abe.

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

Me: Something.

Abe: What would that something be?

Me: Not what Abe, who.

Abe: Oh, I see.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Abe: I suppose you write that crap?

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

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

Me: Really? Where abouts?

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

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

So, is this the last fitting before delivery Abe?

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

The Carmichaels literally burst through the door in high agitation.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miles: So war is going on here too?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Me: Damn.

Lessing: Ata boy, Perry, first things first.

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

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

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

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

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

Me: Sounds good Lessing. Alright with you Ange?

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

 

Proceed to Vol. I, Clip 11

Vol. I

The Vampyres Of New York

Clip 9

A Novel

By

R.E. Prindle

 

Angeline woke up in a fine frame of mind. Just as a test I quickly flipped her in and out, the hypnosis was working as before. Now began the hard part; what to do with her second personality. With a little luck it might prove that they didn’t give her a third or fourth but I didn’t perceive any evidence of it.

I thought it might be best to try to combine Ange’s second personality replacing it with a dream world, a sort of false memory, and only a nightmare hence not real and threatening while as a dream I hoped it could be eliminated.

While a vacated second personality might still exist perhaps with time it could be forgotten or fade away. For myself my own painful early personality had become dissociated from myself existing more or less as a parallel universe that had nothing to do with me.

I will spare you the details of our work over the next couple days. While I think we made progress the work seemed far from done. There was some means to transfer the memory images from the second personality to the dream life of the first personality that had me baffled. The purification rites with Hera did seem to remove any sense of responsibility from Angeline’s mind but the memories were still there.

While in her first state she couldn’t consciously remember her activities in the second state still the mind has only one subconscious and that was affected equally by both the first and second states. The deeper I got into her mind the better I understood her catatonia. But, it was Friday and time for our luncheon date with Lessing.

As I had devised a plan to possibly foil any spy agents Ragnar had the limo ready at ten. We drove up to Lessing’s. While standing in his lobby that I thought could be bugged while Lessing should have been able to recognize strangers I explained that my idea was to take the ferry to Staten Island, rent a car and drive to the abandoned Seaview Asylum where I thought it unlikely that we could be overheard. I asked Ragnar to call for a rent-a-car as we would have to leave the limo at the Whitehall Terminal.

Me: The ride’s on me Lessing.

Ragnar: Sure. The ferry’s free.

Me: Aren’t you the spoil sport Ragnar.

Lessing: Funny. Lived here all my life and I’ve never been to Staten Island.

Ange: Me neither.

Me: I just got here and me neither. I’m looking forward to it.

Ange: Any idea how long it takes?

Me: Five miles, about half an hour. Ferries leave every half hour. It’ll be great. Love the ferries in Seattle. If you ever get the chance take the ferry through the San Juans. That’s a wonderful trip.

Lessing: What are the San Juans?

Me: They’re a group of five islands I believe, up on the Canadian border. Small islands but romantic. You can stay at Friday Harbor on San Juan Island and take the ferry back in the morning. Great fun. Plus unlike the Staten Island Ferry you can take your car.

Once aboard Lessing had a puzzling experience.

Lessing: Hello Angeline. Do you remember me?

Ange: I’m sorry, Lessing is it? I don’t think we’ve ever met.

Lessing: Strange. I thought we attended a couple parties together a few years back.

Ange: I don’t think so. I’m sure I’d remember someone like you Lessing.

Lessing: Maybe or maybe not. But I seem…

Me: Lessing, I’ll explain as soon as we’re in the car. This is going to amaze you.

 

Lessing: That was a wonderful trip. I don’t know how I could have lived here this long and not have taken it before.

Me: Bravo, Ragnar. A Mercedes. Thoughtful of you; how did you swing that on such short notice?

Ragnar: We chauffeurs have our ways.

Me: Great. Punch in Seaview Asylum and let’s get some directions. This place is supposed to be in central Staten Island. Ruins. You’ll love it if you like ruins.

Lessing: Oh, ruins, yes. Nothing like a good ruin. Do they have a ruined restaurant?

Me: Naw. We’ll have to stop on the way. Get something to take along. If you see a MacDonald’s pull over Ragnar.

Ange: MacDonald’s? Don’t you really like Burger King better Partly?

Me: Not really. Actually I prefer Jack-In-The-Box but I didn’t think you’d have them out here. If that’s what you prefer, it’s all right with me.

Lessing: If I have to, it doesn’t matter one way or the other to me. I’m not sure that this will be a first with me but close to it.

Ange: Ooh, a snob.

Lessing: A man of distinction and taste.

Me: Oh, come on Lessing, a little plebeianism won’t hurt you any. We’ll do some fine dining later.

Lessing: I believe you said that you and uh…Mrs. Wright ware married Perry. May I ask how you met and hooked so quickly?

Me: Why not? It’s one of those matches made in heaven, Lessing, so far at least. I was at the Nordstrom’s opening as was Ange, our eyes locked and that was it.

Lessing: Ha! I’ve heard of it before but I’ve never seen it.

Ange: It’s true. Partly rescued me from a world of desolation and loneliness. Why do you call Partly Perry?

Lessing: Because Partly told me to call him Perry.

Ange: Well, you do have multiple personalities Partly, or is it Perry?

Me: I’ve only got one, at least only one I use or use consistently, not that I’m trying to be confusing Ange, but I have many facets to the one personality. For people that don’t know me I adopted Perry because Partly always mystifies people. For you Ange, I prefer you call me Partly. I hope we can all keep our identities straight.

Lessing: But, Angeline, you did work at Barton, Dustbin didn’t you? You were a pretty good real estate lawyer there.

Ange: I was a top real estate lawyer there. Top. I wrote some of the biggest deals on the East Coast and as far West as Chicago.

Me: Ooh, that far West?

Lessing: And you don’t remember me Angeline?

Me: I’ll have to explain Lessing. This bears directly on our ability to manage the police and courts. Now listen carefully Lessing because you might have difficulty believing what you are about to hear. You are a lawyer and I’m sure you believe the best of your legal fraternity while probably considering Merivale Adelstein to be a good lawyer and a fine man. You are about to learn differently. Did you ever hear of a Dr. Wormowitz?

Lessing: No, I don’t think I know the name.

Me: Fine. Now, the period we’re talking about is the late seventies and the eighties here in New York. Things were Satanic, violent, druggy and sexually insane. Women’s liberation essentially meant that men could fuck any and all at will. But sexual relations still had consequences. The problem for men was how to avoid the consequences.

Merivale and his colleagues at BAAD worked out what has ‘till now the perfect plan seemingly negating any consequences. The plan was simple. The women could be hypnotized, indoctrinated and conditioned to be perfect sexual objects. Party girls. The girls could be told to remember nothing they did under hypnosis. Thus BAAD had a cadre of partly girls handy for an afternoon delight when things got frustrating or they were emasculated in a courtroom brawl.

Of course once trained one didn’t want them drifting away so they were given exorbitant salaries to keep them at BAAD. They were thus getting good workers and party girls for what was really a particularly good price as if they had to hire working girls for their sexual wants the price for those alone would have been far more than their ‘employees’ were being paid. Thus, the women were actual monarch slaves although not chattel or even obvious slaves as I think you can figure out.

Wormowitz who was Jewish may or may not have been a doctor as he came over from Germany in the thirties and probably lacked any degree nevertheless was an accomplished hypnotist and from practice a fairly knowledgeable psycho-analyst. BAAD billed him an MD and sent the girls to him as a condition of employment for a physical. It was he who hypnotized them and began their indoctrination and conditioning.

Ange was one of those monarch slaves. When she says she doesn’t remember you it is because Angeline I was never at one of those parties; it was as Angeline II. I hope that clears that up.

Lessing: I’m sorry Angeline.

Ange: It was a different time and different place and it didn’t involve me.

Me: No. One might say she wasn’t there. Now Lessing, we have a list of several dozen women who were exploited by the men of BAAD. We have a list of a couple hundred men, mostly lawyers from BAAD and some few others who might surprise you, including actually, yourself.

There is a whole litany of crimes committed by BAAD here, crimes punishable by good long spells in prison not to mention the destruction of careers and lives, nearly all of them are still alive.

This should get us enough leverage to prevent any of our people not only out of jail but not arrested in the first place. As police everywhere have been told to stand down when Negroes, Mexicans and whatever have rioted assaulting Whites our own people have now been re-enfranchised and can do what they deem with impunity.

Ragnar: Bravo, bravo. We now have no worries.

Me: Yes, Ragnar, you can turn the troops loose.

Ange: Boy, this is one spooky place.

Me: What? What? Spookier than you think. This place was used for conclaves of the Son of Sam conspirators, the Final Judgment people. Amazing that buildings like this are allowed to go to ruins. Acres and Acres of what were fine grounds allowed to be overgrown.

Ragnar: Not overgrown, returned to nature.

Lessing: Yes, of course. This is good news Perry. I can certainly turn it to good effect.

Me: I hope so. But we’ll have to be alert for the reaction. I’m sure Adelstein is a resourceful guy and certainly keen on the self-defense. I’ve been set-up several times back in Oregon so I know what to look out for. I don’t know all the tricks but they always use the same ones. At least this time I know who I’m dealing with and have ample resources.

So, Lessing, how soon can you set them up?

Lessing: Right away. I’ll set up a meeting with you, Angeline and myself with Merivale so that he knows that he’s up against the wall. I’ve got it, Perry, now can we get out of this used up asylum? Angeline is right the place is too spooky. I expect to be assaulted by the ghosts of lunatics all the time.

Me: Yeah, well, the ghosts of lunatics can’t hurt you like the lunatics were going to be dealing with.

 

The conversation continued as we walked back to the car for the return trip to the ferry slip. Lessing changed the topic as we set out.

Lessing: There’s a meeting of the Serapion Brethren this Friday Perry, are you coming?

Me: Yes. Am I to pick up where I left off?

Lessing: We prefer to have a different reader at each session, if that’s alright with you.

Me: Perfect as a matter of fact. Who’s up?

Lessing: Max Savings is going to present an essay on the confiscation of the Russian art treasure by the Soviets.

Me: Sounds great.

Ange: What is the Serapion Brethren?

Lessing: It’s a study group Perry and I belong to Angeline. We meet and discuss any submerged aspect of history.

Ange: Where did you get the name Lessing?

Lessing: We borrowed it from a fictional group of the same name created by ETA Hoffman. Have you read any Hoffman, Angeline?

Ange: In college we had to read a story by Hoffman I think. Something about an eccentric jeweler or even crazy, he hated to part with his creations so much he burgled the buyers houses and stole them back. Creepy.

Lessing: That one’s called Mademoiselle Scudery.

Ange: Oh yes. I remember now. Are you going to leave me alone Friday night Partly?

Me: I’ll have to Ange but as Frankie told Johnnie: I won’t be gone very long.

Ange: You better come back.

Me: You and I are one Ange. You need have no fears. Don’t be insecure.

Ragnar: Are you going to help us out establishing our turf Partly?

Me: Yes. I’ll start a magazine so we can all keep in touch and stay informed. I’ll come down tomorrow morning to see where things stand. But, listen Ragnar and Lessing, remember that Angeline is an accomplished lawyer and she is the key for controlling the legal end so she deserves a full share of respect. She has things to contribute.

Where do matters rest now?

Ragnar: We are roughed out in Aryan areas on the East Side from ninety-second down to the Bowery and across town from fifty-second to about seventieth but maybe a little higher and lower. Madison, Park and Fifth are free passageways we have to allow. We avoid the subways.

There have been some serious clashes and some of our guys are in the jug. We want them out.

Me: How is it going on the legal end Lessing?

Lessing: With our present organization we’ve been able to keep them in Manhattan but we haven’t been able to get them out. Angeline’s info will strengthen us greatly. Adelstein himself is powerful and his connections can get things done.

Me: Hmm. Angeline can call him and have him meet her- that is at her apartment. The rest will fall out. You don’t have anything important doing tomorrow night do you Lessing?

Lessing: No, I’m free.

 

By now, we were back aboard the ferry for the return trip. Passing a newsstand I grabbed a paper. I hadn’t been able to keep up for the last several days while tending Ange. The news was eye popping.

Me: My goodness. Look at the pictures of Chicago in flames. Is this 1871 revisted?

Lessing: Where have you been Perry? That mess started three days ago.

Me: I was otherwise employed.

Ange: Let me see that Partly.

Me: So a major revolt has begun in Chicago? Is this just a riot or what?

Ragnar: More than a riot; it’s fighting for real. Our guys are on the alert.

Lessing: the papers only give a hint as to what is going down. It’s really bad. The carnage is going to be terrible.

It started on the South side when some Blacks attacked a police station. When reinforcements were sent the whole place erupted. The West Side and all areas joined in. Lines of citizens have formed around Black areas where possible. Constant shooting across lines but apparently infra-Black areas are wars of Blacks against Blacks. The killing is intense.

As you know there are no grocery stores across the lines so food is already short. ‘Humanitarian’ White groups are gathering food but the problem is how to get it through the lines. The ‘humanitarians’ are shot down as soon as they come within range….

Me: Started three days ago! Lordy, bodies must really be hitting the ground . Which reminds me, has anyone thought of securing our food supplies?

Ragnar: How’s that?

Me? Land deliveries can be cut off easily since the Bronx is controlled by the Negroes. So we should secure water routes across the Hudson and East Rivers, barges or something; and also exit routes if needed.

We should block deliveries into the Moslem area to starve them out. Turn off the gas, water and electricity. This could get serious. We should also raid a military base or two, Ragnar, for fire arms, ammo, grenades and grenade launchers and anti-tank devices. Machine guns.

Obama hasn’t called out the army to suppress the Chicago insurrection but he will do it against we Whites so it’s best to best to be prepared.

There’s a bright spot here though– the Stock Market is up a hundred twenty points, we can still pay the rent.

Lessing: How long is that going to last, I wonder.

Me: Quite a while I suspect, Lessing. The Negro concentrations are all in our major cities fairly tightly confined. Of all we useless feeders the Negroes are the most useless of all. There is no economy in those areas to disrupt. So life can function fairly normally outside those areas.

Even during WWII people fought desperately to go on normally. You would think something like publishing would stop but, I more or less collect books published during WWII, publishing went on close to normal. Almost hadn’t skipped a beat as things resumed immediately right after the war.

So, there may not be a serious reduction of means outside the Negro cities.

Lessing: You may be right. I’ll have to consider things in that light.

Me: Accentuate the positive, Lessing, accentuate the positive.

Ange: I had no idea you had such a grim sense of humor, Partly.

Me: You should have been in the orphanage with us Angelina. I had my early training for this there. I’ve been ready for the worst all my life.

Ah well, here we are, Keep your cell phone on Lessing. I’m going to try to set something up for tomorrow.

Drop us off on the way to Lessing’s, Ragnar. We’ll need you tomorrow.

 

I won’t say Chicago was a surprise. First the collection of the Rebbes and then an insurrection in Chicago.   I suppose Obama was surprised at it as we’ve fought back. Well, you know you can only push so hard and then the hot heads take over. We were into it now. Things should really escalate rapidly. I hope we can keep order within our areas here in New York City. We can’t let law deteriorate but from now on it is our law, not Negro law, Shariia or Jewish law, but our law.

 

Me: Sweetheart, it’s time we put our plan in action.

Ange: I’m ready Dearest Partly.

Me: Alright. Call Adelstein and invite him over to your condo tomorrow night, seven o’ clock. I’ll call Lessing to be present and I think it would be wise to have Ragnar along. I have conditioned your other mind upon the signal to attack Adelstein with all your fury. I have instructed Ange II to desist at a voice command. You, as Ange I, know it too.

I will allow you to punish him as severely as possible but as we need him for our plans you’ll stop short of murder. Besides dead he wouldn’t suffer the humiliation he will have to. The difference between your unearned humiliation and his is that he’ll be conscious of it. So, tomorrow is The Day.

I’m going to go cook something to eat while you call Adelstein.

 

Our preparations are in place. The morrow will find us waiting for the appearance of Adelstein at Angeline’s.

Lessing, Ragnar and myself waited in the kitchen as the doorbell sounded. This was a big moment for Angeline while curiously it was a big moment for me. As Ange represented my own Anima in Ange’s getting her revenge, through her I was getting a little of mine back too. Along with a very large minority of the country’s population I hated lawyers. I saw them as the very scum of the earth.

I knew the type from high school. Nearly everyone I detested had become a lawyer. Curiously enough the detestation was mutual, they scorned me as I loathed them. Peculiar circumstances from my childhood prevented me from hating anyone but if I had been able to hate I would have hated them heartily.

I was able to avoid contact with lawyers until I got into business in Oregon. When you’re in business you’re a target; it becomes unavoidable that you will become very familiar with lawyers, the extortionate bastards.

It was then when I was drawn into the system that I became aware of what kind of men- and women- lawyers are. I would say a full half of them are full blown psychotics of which Adelstein was a prime example, they and the rest of them look upon law as a racket in which you extort money from simpletons who they make sure have no defense.

If it is thought I think of lawyers as criminals that is correct. They are the third part of the criminal system, sometimes erroneously referred to as the justice system. They are base men and women armed to the teeth. Way off back at the beginning of the nineteenth century, when a group of working men called the IWW, Industrial Workers of the World, nicknamed the Wobblies, were resisting the inhumane working conditions in the woods, logging that is, they naturally clashed with the police and law. The lawyers of Portland Oregon all swore a mighty oath never to give legal assistance to a Wobbly. This was of course in violation of the Constitution of the United States or, in fact, the Law. Nevertheless no Portland lawyer ever defended a Wobbly in Court.

Now, a mid-century counterpart of the Wobblies were the people called Hippies. As latter day Wobblies we were placed outside the law. No hippy was ever given a defense although hypocritical lawyers took the money and then negotiated the lowest sentence the accused would get. This isn’t the place to get into it but let’s just say a lot of people who should have been in jail were immune to charges if you get me.

I had started a record store and I did very well. At that time in the late Sixties marijuana, the chief offender in the popular mind, was spreading into the middle classes. Marijuana and drugs were associated with record stores ipso facto. As a store owner I was also characterized as a drug dealer and much worse. As such I was denied any services such as insurance while I was barely able to get electricity and was able to clear the streets as people moved aside to avoid possible contact.

I survived all efforts to shut me down, was forced to move the store several times as agreements were broken, with no recourse. I was forced to walk a very narrow line as any deviation from the very straightest and narrowest would have landed me in court where lawyers were sworn to not represent me unless to turn the trial into a kangaroo court.

This violated everything about America I had been conditioned to believe. Many ridiculous petty charges were brought against me, some of which no lawyer would handle but some of which landed me in court where I was compelled to pay a lawyer for essentially lynching me. In one case I had merely opened my mouth to protest when the judge looked at me sternly and bawled: One more word out of you and I’ll have you for contempt of court. And he would have too. I had to sit quietly while my fate was pronounced. It only involved a trifling fine in the case but my hatred for lawyers and judges was set in stone. Now, not only would Judge Adelstein pay a big ‘fine’ to Angeline but I was going to get mine back in a big way.

As may be imagined when Lessing, Ragnar and I emerged from the kitchen area into the living room Adelstein was non-plussed. Looking first at Lessing, who he knew very well, then at Ragnar, then at me he exclaimed: ‘You’re the fellow I challenged outside the door a week or so ago. What’s going on here Lessing? What do you have to with him? Who is he?’

Lessing: He’s an acquaintance Merivale. As you know recent political developments have been quite startling. There are racial disturbances all across the country while here in the city racial territories have formed with our Whites staking our claim for mid-island. So far the authorities haven’t understood. They are disputing our claims while Negro and Moslem claims have been accepted.

Our people are being arrested while theirs haven’t. We’re asking you to balance equity. We want our boys released and to remain unmolested. As a believer in fairness and justice may we count on you to act in our interests?

Adelstein: Why those people to whom you refer are White Supremacists. There will never be peace until Whiteness is removed from the face of the earth. Why those White Supremacists are even expelling Jews from mid-city.

Ragnar: They aren’t being expelled; they’re leaving on their own. We don’t have anything to do with it.

Adelstein: Nonsense, there will never be peace until Whiteness is removed from the earth.

 

Here Ange, Ragnar, Lessing and myself made scoffing noises.

 

Lessing: I was hoping you wouldn’t force our hand Merivale.

Adelstein: I will absolutely not release any White Supremacists. What do you mean by force my hand?

Seeing the futility of arguing with Adelstein at that point I gave my ear a tug.

It is difficult for me to describe this but Ange caught my signal only from the corner of her eye as she was staring fixedly at Adelstein. It seemed like the air exploded with the fury of her response. I don’t know if I actually was but I felt like I was knocked back on my heels.

Adelstein had no time to anticipate Ange’s assault. She leaped like a tigress with a piercing shriek on him simultaneously raking both sides of his face with her nails from temple to chin while knocking him to the floor. She leaped on his chest in the most undignified manner on her knees pummeling with triple strength at his face. I’m sure his nose went at the first blow.

Hitting and scratching the white carpet began turning red beneath his head as the blood flowed copiously. Damn, I thought, we probably will never get the rug clean, have to buy a new carpet.

Just then Adelstein shrieked: My eye, my eye. Ange had only caught him by the corner so no real damage but as his nose was wobbling right left and back again I thought it best to call Ange off before she killed the bastard. Not that I objected but dead he would be no use to us while a murder trial might make us look bad.

‘Enough’ Ange’ I cried hoping she would remember to respond to my voice command while I was trying to maneuver to where she could see me tugging at my left ear. Fortunately she responded to voice command backing away spitting and snarling, shouting epithets at the bastard. She was terrific; how I loved her.

Having been abused by Adelstein and his band since she was twenty-five you may be sure she had pent up resentments probably conscious in both identities. How I admired her but how ashamed I was that I had to make her appear so unladylike. Still for her mental comfort she needed that revenge.

Merivale was rolling around on the floor screaming ‘My eye, my eye’ when there was really nothing very much wrong with it, just a small tear at the corner of the lid. He should have been shouting my nose, my nose; he was going to have a hell of a time explaining those shiners.

I asked Ragnar to set him on his feet so we could get on with it. Ragnar grabbed him at the shirt front and like a feather pulled him up and stood him on his brogans. Boy, I hated those shoes. What evil memories of guys walking around in those shoes I had from my young manhood. I’d always been the loafer type.

Me: Calm down, calm down Adelstein, it’s not that bad and we have business to discuss

Adelstein: (ignoring or not hearing me) What the fuck’s the matter with you bitch?

Me: Now, now Adelstein I can’t tolerate being called a bitch.

Adelstein: Not you ass, her.

In her own persona, the violence of her acts must have melded both personas. Ange actually spit in his face calling him a eunuch and bastard. Eunuch? Hmm, well maybe that was the ultimate insult in Ange’s situation. I hate spitting and I really hate to see women spit especially Ange as she was such an integral part of me. It was as though I spit.

Between the two then the air resonated lightning with seeming thunder rolls for several minutes. I became aware of myself breathing hard when Lessing made a pass with his hand in the air between Ange and Merivale that seemed to calm the storm. Until as coming from afar could be heard his voice soothing: ‘Calm down, Merivale, calm down. We have to explain our terms to you. Listen, listen.’

I had to laugh to myself when he told Adelstein to calm down while Ange was still fuming at him, making threatening moves at him even in her own persona. I moved over, put my arms around her and tried to comfort her. A little petting and she sank into my arms against me suddenly exhausted, relieved, but exhausted.

I suppose Adelstein must have been almost in shock as he was bleeding from deep scratches all over his face. Ragnar grabbed a roll of toilet paper and threw it to him. The paper brought him around some as he dabbed his face wincing as he brushed his nose. I don’t know how much pleasure Ange got from his agony oh, but it did my heart good as I silently laughed deep within my breast.

Agonized needless to say Adelstein dabbed until recovering his wits sufficiently he turned his face toward Lessing and asked: ‘What the fuck arrangements are you talking about Farquhar?’ This was my cue.

Me: We want your cooperation and assistance Judge in the freeing of any of our men arrested at the first hearing and your cooperation in preventing charges from being brought.

Adelstein: Never. Those men you refer to are White Supremacists and deserve the worst they can get. White Supremacism has to be wiped out.

Lessing: Take a moment Merivale. Take a moment and think. The list of charges that can be brought against your firm, your colleagues and yourself will likely fill pages. These women have been treated criminally; they were essentially slaves without a will of their own. They couldn’t say no. As you know Merivale the prejudice of the Court is always in the woman’s favor; you don’t have a chance.

From the moment of filing charges, that I have already written up, the reputation of you and your firm will be destroyed. You personally will be thrown out of your clubs. Restaurants will refuse to serve you. You’ll never eat lunch in this town again. The charges are heavy charges in multiple counts. White slavery charges alone could get net you two or three life sentences. I could list more but do you really want to risk the penalties by refusing our very reasonable requests.

 

Adelstein was still dabbing at his bloody face while in real agony over his nose and eye. Now Lessing threw real fear into him; we had irrefutable evidence, damning evidence. We waited patiently as Adelstein dabbed.

Adelstein: Alright. I’ll apply whatever influence I can.

Me: Not good enough we don’t want you to apply pressure, we want results now.

Adelstein: I’m only a judge, Federal not State or City. I have jurisdictional limits.

Lessing: Stop it, Merivale. You know your influence is distributed throughout the system. Your word alone can advance or stop any career. Perry is right. Either you do it or we file. I already have the papers drawn up. We have pages and pages of offenses; don’t be a fool Merivale. You’ve a wife and kids.

Adelstein: I never thought you…oh, alright I’ll issue instructions not to book your people too.

Me: Today. We want our men out.

Adelstein: My G-d man, can’t you see I’m in agony. For G-d’s sake get me to a hospital.

Ange: Your god doesn’t exist. No, you bastard. You get your own self to the hospital. Suffer, suffer, suffer. I hate you, you bastard. I hate every time you touched me. I hat the very sight of you. Get out of my condo! Now!

 

Adelstein was suffering but I couldn’t feel sorry for him. I was almost sorry I called Angeline off but I couldn’t let her kill him. He staggered out the door.

 

Ragnar: Nice work, Miss Gower. Do you think he will get our boys out Mr. Farquhar?

Lessing: Yes I do. He’ll have to have his injuries doctored today but I’ll call him in the morning to prompt him. You can tell your men they’re safe from the Courts; I won’t call it the law. We’re into this new phase of warfare where words are being redefined.

Me: I have an appointment at James Carter in a couple days so I should have an account from Goldbladder.

There should be a renewed attempt to penetrate our ranks Ragnar. Keep a sharp lookout. Adelstein may have to comply but he won’t take this lying down. They’re wily fellows; remember the Amalekites.

All three: Remember the Amalekites? What’s that supposed to mean?

Me: Oh, when the Hebrews were on their way to the Promised Land from Egypt they asked the Amalekites for permission to cross their territory rather than take the long way around. The Amalekites refused. The Hebrews took the refusal as an injury and didn’t forget so decades later after they had consolidated their power they returned to exterminate the Amalekites root and branch as the Bible tells it.

Today was a declaration of war between the Jews and us. They will come at us any way they can, they won’t let up, they won’t forget. It will be and already is a war of extermination; I don’t know how long things will take to develop but don’t forget the Amalekites.

Ange: You know this and you’re still going to James Carter?

Me: They won’t do anything direct at this time Ange. They’ll want to shift the guilt to us. Meanwhile hopefully we’ll get more info from them than they get from me. Abe and I are almost buddies anyway.

Ragnar: I don’t think so.

Me: That was joke, Ragnar, that was a joke. Don’t be so literal.

 

Ange and I were talking over soup and a glass of white wine, a Riesling.

Me: Well, Ange, you have had your revenge, how was it?

Ange: Good but not as good as I expected but now I’m having hallucinations.

Me: Yes. What kind.

Ange: It’s like I can see over a wall or maybe through those glass blocks. Terrifying visions. I’m afraid.

Me: Don’t be afraid; you can’t be hurt. I’ve been trying to break down the division between your two identities and unify them into one so that you have your whole life and no dark spaces. Maybe your encounter with Adelstein opened the way a little. Don’t fight it but let the barriers fall. The first rush may overwhelm your senses but just remember they are only memories.

Ange: Oh, but, Partly, what must you think of me? I’m afraid you won’t love me anymore.

Me: Of course I’ll always love you Ange, you are half of me. Hera will welcome you as redeemed; you are her cherished daughter. As her priest I rejoice in your recovery.

You must understand Ange that you are innocent of any guilt and as such you need have no shame although possibly regrets. And I am here to truly love you.

I am familiar with your situation myself. It has taken me decades Ange to realize I was under a post hypnotic suggestion, a hypnotic spell from the second grade to perhaps seventy years of age although to a weakening degree. The reasons for my behavior have only been known to me for a few years. It was only when I came to understand hypnosis and hypnotic suggestion that I understood.

In kindergarten, 1943, some Negro kids were let in school to the great resentment of parents and hence their kids. On the first day, at recess, they were told to sit on the sandbox and not move. I was already an outcast because of things that happened in my neighborhood so I objected to their treatment and offered to help them fight for their rights. They refused and that left me hanging out. It was late in the year so I was told that they would get me next year.

They had to wait for the second grade as I was transferred to a different school in the first grade. At recess they were waiting for me. About twelve boys and girls of the elite formed a semi-circle around me and glared hatred at me while Morford berated me on my sin. Then I was told to stand on one foot for the duration of recess which I did. Then I was told to put my foot down and that I was their nigger now.

In a state of terror with all defenses down I was actually hypnotized although they may or may not have been aware of it, their parents that is, and the post-hypnotic suggestion that I was their nigger mirroring the Negro kids sitting on the sand box, was implanted so that in similar situations I had no resistance and did what nearly anyone told me to do mirroring standing on one foot.

This went on all my life even after integrating my personality at forty-two until I could recognize and reject my post-hypnotic suggestion in my early seventies. So, Honey, I understand completely. My Anima was destroyed at that time also but now that I have found you, I’m complete. You are me; I am you. I rejoice that you’re recovering.

But now you must be especially wary. When Adelstein recovers he will come to avenge your assault. His kind never acknowledge their crimes but only resent the revenges. So tomorrow night I have to attend the New Serapions and under no circumstances are you to answer the door. If the fire alarm goes off ignore it there will be no fire. I will call a couple times to reassure you and will call from the lobby on the way up. Is that clear?

Ange: Yes, darling Partly. I won’t open the door no matter what. I will call you if anything happens.

Me: Exactly, Ange, my darling girl.

And so, here I am sitting in Lessing’s living room.

 

Clip 10 follows

 

 

The Vampyres Of New York

Vol. I, Clip 8

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Story continues:

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?

Ange: No-o-o.

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.

 

 

Clip 6: The Vampyres Of New York

A Novel

by

R.E. Prindle

 

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…

Lessing: Baron!

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.’

‘OK.’

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?’

 

‘I can.’

‘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.

 

 

Vol. I, Clip 5

The Vampyres Of New York

A Novel

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Baron: Perry, I really must insist on more substantiation then you’re presenting. So far all I’m hearing is mere speculation.

Me: No, not mere speculation Baron. But, bear in mind I’m not a mere chronicler nor am I merely recording events. I am after motivations, the reason why, how it was done. I’m dealing with the unconscious part, underlying agendas.

I have read tens of thousands of pages of Jewish history and literature and even more Euroamerican. This is interpretive history not a monograph. An essay.

Besides source material has grown exponentially and now includes tens of thousands of songs, millions of hours of movies, TV and radio. What was once ephemera has now been captured and reproduced on a permanent basis. With the internet I can hear actual speeches, see the original performances by the original stars. Not only can I see the movies I can own them for a pittance and study them carefully. New and important sources that didn’t exist until the nineteen thirties such as comic books. Many of them have been issued in bound volumes. The amount of information is beyond comprehension.

My reading, my sources must of necessity be very different from yours even though we may be covering the same topics. Nobody can possibly have read everything. Nobody is really qualified to write histories and yet it must be done.

Some guy named Peter Watson tried to write Ideas: A History. One big problem with his history is that he doesn’t have a clue as to what Freud was writing about yet he gives a long reverential chat about ‘that great man.’ The guy was in over his head. I commend the effort but deplore the result. So perhaps with me. I have no hopes of persuading everyone yet as far as it goes my account is as close to the truth as anyone else will get.

Still, as I say, I haven’t read all the auto-biographies and biographies and they are absolute essentials. I never will read them but then nobody else will either. And then there’s the question of depth and breadth of mind. How powerful is the mind doing the interpreting? How extensive and intensive is his experience?

Lessing: Yes. I quite agree. It is impossible to write the so-called definitive history. Perception changes with time. A lot depends on what you want to emphasize. It isn’t necessary to accept anyone’s account at full face value but I’m getting something out of Perry’s account.

Max Savings: Hear, hear Baron. I think it is obvious that Perry is well read. He has a depth in certain areas that I don’t have and I’ve done my reading. I actually know very little about Freud so assuming Perry knows what he’s talking about, and I think he does, I’m getting food for thought.

Baron: Well, I’ll defer my judgment till later.

Me: Alright, now where was I? Alright. One of the first things the Jews did when adequate numbers reached the New World was to set up their own fraternal Order. Fraternal Orders were big in the US so one more came unnoticed.

While the other Orders were all ecumenical except for perhaps the Catholics the Jewish Order of B’nai B’rith was purely Jewish as the name that might be translated The Circumcised Brethren indicates. No gois could be in the B’nai B’rith but Jews could be in all the other Orders. The B’nai B’rith was founded in 1843 and over the years as the number of Jews in the US increased the Order grew and became international in scope. Hitler expelled the Order in 1939.

A lodge was established in Vienna the home base of both Theodore Herzl who founded Zionism and Sigmund Freud who founded Psycho-analysis. Freud joined B’nai B’rith in 1895 attending the weekly meetings until the Nazis closed the lodge. It is important that Freud joined the lodge because he thought they were like-minded to him, that is, they also desired the destruction of Europe and Europeans. Therefor some major plotting against Europe must have taken place at those weekly meetings. I don’t know whether Herzl ever joined nevertheless the Zionist ideas circulating in Vienna must surely have been a major topic at the meetings. Now, Baron, to meet your objections, I am blending provable history with speculation. That is cause and effect. If something happened certain prior conditions must have existed and certain consequence must have ensued. The consequences are clear but the connections are hazy.

The first problem for the Lodge was how to disarm the enemy. A method to subvert and confuse. This warfare was asymmetrical. This is Jewish conspiracy conducted by Jews posing as nationals of the various European States and those of North America. There must have been communication between the various national operatives. Activities had to have been and were, thus as Ford claimed, an international Jewish conspiracy.

The primary target was the Czar. The Jewish fixation was to eliminate the Czar, kill him, obliterate him and all his works, remembering the Amalekites, and this is what they did. Then where was the center of operations? Obviously Vienna. The city was close to the transit point of Brody though which the majority of Jewish emigrants passed on the way to the embarkation point of Hamburg.

Thus 1895 is the year Herzl originated Zionism and Freud joined the B’nai B’rith. Thus Freud joined a group of accomplished Jewish conspirators. I’m guessing but it would seem probable that the infamous Protocols of the Learned Elders of Zion were worked up there with Freud’s very important psychological help. They would have been written during the lead up to the First Russian Revolution of 1903-05. This revolution was an international affair coordinating American, European and Russian operations along with the Japanese.

That revolutionary attempt, a wholly Jewish affair, was a truly international operation involving the war between Russia and Japan. Both the Czar and the Japanese needed money to conduct the war. Thus, the Rothschilds and Parisian financiers prevented anyone from lending money to the Czar while at the same time in the US Jacob Schiff of Kuhn Loeb and the American Jewish Committee looted the Equitable Assurance Society of two hundred million dollars that he loaned to the Japanese allowing them to wage the war against Russia. However amid the Russian disasters of the war the revolutionary attempt failed.

It was certain that the Jews would be accused of fomenting the revolution so, perhaps, to confuse the issue the Protocols were given to a noted anti-Semitic priest, Sergei Nilus. He published them but they went unnoticed until they were revived as needed after the Bolshevik Revolution of 1917.

One can’t be certain with the available information but that or something very close to that happened.

After 1905 Freud wrote his Three Sexual Theories that was meant to overturn European God centered morality in favor of a Satanic morality. Freud would further the Satanic principle in subsequent writings.

The Jews having discovered America much preferred it to Russia. Thus never known to observe any other laws but their own will they then disregarded all US immigration laws organizing a mass removal of all Russian Jews to the US. That was to have begun in 1914. Hatred for the Czar prevented this from taking place. The assassination of the Austrian Grand Duke at Sarajevo is said to have been planned and organized in Paris, that means by the Jews.

The assassination then pitted the Russians against Austro-Germany. Germany became the Jews horse until he Czar was murdered. Although courted by the Allies from 1914 on to assist them the Jewish government backed Germany so long as Russia was in the war. With Russia first seized by the Jews, it must never be forgotten that Kerensky was a Jew, in February in October the Bolshevik Jews completed the seizure. The Jews then extorted the Balfour Declaration from England as the or a price for throwing their support to the Allies.

It would be interesting to know what they would have done if the Allies had said: We don’t need you anymore. That would have left them hanging with no influence. As it was accepting their help gave them power over defeated Germany and a place at the Peace negotiations. As the war had removed the Czar in Russia so the defeat of Germany eliminated the obstacle of the Kaiser leaving the German people seemingly defenseless. Thus Jewish revolutionaries flowed back into Germany from Russia secure in the belief that they would seize that country and consequently the whole of Eastern Europe. Indeed Bavaria fell and was rescued by the army while there were numerous attempts in Berlin and other cities.

The Jews were foiled by the millions of German fighting men who were in no mood to accept Jewish Bolshevism already proving a disaster in Russia at the hands of these very Jews and it would get worse, much worse, Satanism on a stick.

The Revolution of course was the success of Marxist Communism. Marxism was then central to European politics and Freudianism was now established in the Jewish psyche so that the two ideologies began to be fused into one deadly combination.

Freud lived to a great old age before committing suicide in 1938 so he was still very active in the years between the wars as were his fellows. The Frankfort School in Germany worked up Critical Theory beginning in the early twenties that sought to undermine Western thought patterns and thus institutions. The Da Da Movement, an attack on mores, had begun in Switzerland during the war years. It evolved parallel to the Frankfort School.

The war had changed things or at least saw them brought to maturity. In Freud’s own camp a disciple by the name of Wilhelm Reich had brought Freudian sexual theories to their logical conclusion and it was a whopper. Freud was so horrified at the monster he had created in the image of Reich that he expelled him from the Order, placed him outside the Pale, an Outlaw. Like all good cranks and perverts Reich migrated to the United States.

He was no more welcome in the US than he was with the Freudians. It takes a lot to find rejection by the US; the country has taken in some amazing crazies. Wilhelm Reich was too much. After a series of lunacies he was arrested and imprisoned while his books were collected and committed to the flames. Yes sir! A book burning right here in the good old USA.

The authorities didn’t get them all however; some made their way to Greenwich Village so that Satanic Reichian sexuality became the backbone of the sexual revolution. Scary stuff.

During the thirties the whole of the Frankfort School and Freudian Order fled Germany and Austria infecting the US like some horrid virus. Freud himself held out until the Order cleared out then being the last to flee turned out the lights of Europe committing suicide shortly thereafter.

So at various times in the United States the Freudian presence increased in its virulence. The conquest of the country was the goal. Americans were unsuspecting. Of course psycho-analysis was taken seriously so that Freud and Freudianism was thought of as purely a medical or academic approach to psychology. But the name Freud was legitimized. Its political aspects were ignored.

Freud’s nephew on his wife’s side, a fellow by the name of Edward Bernays lived in the US. Bernays is associated with the founders of the Public Relations business. He received his early training during the war with George Creel’s Committee of Public Information. The CPI was critical in transforming America.

The CPI was a total blitz on the American psyche to stifle all opposition while conditioning it to accept any government direction. The CPI was a tremendous Pavlovian experiment. This was psychologically devastating.

Bernay’s experience taught him how easily the public mind could be influenced to accept anything with the proper suggestion, indoctrination and conditioning. As Freud’s nephew he visited the Old Master in Vienna receiving hints and directions, perhaps being informed of the whole plan.

In 1913 the B’nai B’rith organized its terrorist unit in the US to do ‘God’s work’, the infamous Anti-Defamation League. Note the words carefully. There was no league in the general sense although the word means non-sectarian; it was part of the Jewish conspiracy to silence any criticism allowing them to function in the open undisturbed. The term anti-defamation was meant only against Jews while its other purpose was to defame and blacklist any who spoke up. While in the twenties and beyond whispering campaigns were the method when extended into today the method is open denunciation and deprivation of livelihoods along with black listing. People have lost careers, had ‘sacred’ contracts cancelled and in many cases hundreds of millions of dollars in future income lost. How’s that for instilling terror?

I mention Freud because as I mentioned back in 1895 Freud began attending weekly meetings of B’nai B’rith that he never missed for the rest of his life. By 1913 Freud was as accomplished a psychologist as he would ever be. I think there can be little doubt that Freud’s contribution to the formation of the ADL was paramount. The ADL was immediately effective and very aggressively employed.

Thus Bernays and Freud’s intent must have revolved around the subversion of the American psyche. Post war Bernays became an advertising consultant. While today probably few people have heard of Bernays he is considered one of the ‘fathers’ of modern advertising. At the time advertising was limited to print, that is newspapers and magazines, and radio as it became truly commercial in the thirties.

Print was made more effective by improvements in color lithography so that really dramatic ads could be presented. They were really great ads too. The twenties and thirties were a newspaper and magazine paradise. Magazines routinely sold millions of copies an issue while they were studied closely. I loved the ads in the forties and early fifties. TV introduced after the war put many magazines out of business but was a better tool for suggestion, indoctrination and conditioning.

Bernays was responsible for American Tobacco- Lucky Strikes- ads so he produced some stunning layouts. As Lucky Strike was trying to expand their business by inducing women to smoke Bernays produced ads displaying beautiful hyper-chic women with cigarette in their hands, thus the suggestion that it was Ok for women to smoke. The women also looked easy or sexually promiscuous so the suggestion was also an attack on sexual morality. The indoctrination came from the slogan- reach for a Lucky not a sweet- while the conditioning came from repeated exposure. By 1950 Lucky Strikes was way out in front, the leading cigarette. So Bernays showed how easily it could be done without the subject knowing he was being manipulated. The ‘elite’ were surely in control.

In the thirties then, with the advent of Hitler that alarmed the Jews, Bernays acting then as a psychologist led the defensive and offensive maneuvers of the Jewish establishment.

The Jews as voiced by Bernays realized, or thought they did, that the public was irresponsible. It not only did what American advertisers led them to do but in the equally effective hands of a master propagandist like Hitler the public could be led where Jews didn’t want them to go.

Hence as Bernays expressed it, it was necessary for a responsible elite to guide the public in the direction they wanted it to go. See the Irving Berlin song introduced at this time: God bless America, stand beside it and guide it…a masterpiece of propaganda. The Jews selected themselves as the psycho-pomps of the American psyche using the more and more effective forms of media.

To back track a bit for political purposes: The German Jews of mid-century – nineteenth that is- took a paternalistic role in relationship to the medieval Jews of the Pale of Settlement. These latter Jews however came to the US in their millions. Their way was paved and eased by the US German Jews who consequently formed the majority of the Jewish political cadre in the US to the end of the two world wars when the Jews of the Pale assumed leading roles more or less melding the two groups.

There was therefore a body of two or three dozen German Jews who guided the destiny of both groups. These were very influential men who are edited from all general American histories then and now. Bernard Baruch has been described as the most powerful person in the Roosevelt period yet you will seldom hear his name mentioned and he has been all but forgotten in non-Jewish circles while I’m certain most Jews are either in the same boat or have only a very dim idea of who he was.

It would be a serious mistake to believe that Jews in general are well informed on their history. My wife’s aunt who was a Jewish activist during the Sixties and Seventies had never even heard of the American Jewish Committee until I mentioned it to her. This is almost inconceivable to me but there you have it.

Baruch was a Wall Street speculator around the turn of the century, perhaps the most famous bear pre-1914. He was despised as such. He is thought to have been worth a million when WWI began. Appointed the head of the War Industries Board by Wilson he controlled all US industry; it is thought that he was worth two hundred million by war’s end.

As a further example of his money making ‘skills’ FDR’s son-in-law Curtis Dall in his memoir says that at one point before FDR’s inauguration Baruch told him that he, Baruch, owned five sixteenths of the visible silver in the world. Dall was impressed but didn’t get it. Several months into the administration Roosevelt arbitrarily raised the price of silver from ten dollars an ounce to twenty dollars an ounce. I don’t know how many tens of millions or even hundreds of millions that meant to Baruch who was influential in getting FDR to raise the price but surely it was princely.

In possession of this vast wealth Baruch was prodigal in its use. FDR remarked that his efforts were circumscribed by Baruch who owned, Roosevelt’s word, sixty congressmen. I don’t know what their prices were but the cost probably nicked Baruch more than somewhat. Thus he persuaded FDR to finance his own opposition.

During the same interwar period the Louis Brandeis-Felix Frankfurter combine was organizing Congress along other lines. Frankfurter is said to have been the second most powerful man of the period. Brandeis died in the mid-thirties but Frankfurter having developed whole cadres of operatives while a law professor at Harvard had at least dozens perhaps hundreds of operatives filling roles in all the branches of government. Alger Hiss was one of what were known as Felix’ Happy Hot Dogs.

The first twenty years of the century were spent in creating organizations such as the American Jewish Committee, the Anti-Defamation League of B’nai B’rith and the NAACP among many others: that is, vigilante outfits controlled the social scene as the politicos controlled the political scene.

Numerous rabbis were active posing as great humanitarians seeking to root out ‘injustice’ while attempting in conjunction with the others to subvert Anglo-American mores. The attempt was to cut the ground out from under the American psyche. The whole was guided by the Great Satan Sigmund Freud under the ‘scientific’ guise of psycho-analytical ideology.

Having witnessed Baruch plundering America in his role at the WIB Ford, the Dodge Brothers and other industrialists had sharp words with its administrator creating post-war conflict. Ford took the matter into his own hands sounding the alarm through his international newspaper the Dearborn Independent. He published ninety some articles demonstrating the Jewish displacement of Anglo-Saxon mores.

In 1906 a US sociologist by the name of Graham Sumner published a book demonstrating how mores were developed and changed. The book is called Folkways. Perhaps both Ford and the Jews studied it because they both seem to have understood it well.

Ford’s challenge was taken seriously by the Jews who spent the next seven years 1920-27 attempting to destroy Ford. The battle ended in a draw with Ford receiving the odium. The battle would be renewed by the Jews in the thirties who combined with government and labor power through FDR to destroy Ford while capturing his grandson Henry Ford II as the administrator of the surviving rump of Ford Motors and the fabulously wealthy Ford Foundation.

On the European side Hitler became German chancellor. Even as the US Jew Samuel Untermyer declared a Jewish war against Hitler and Germany Hitler was making it plain that Jews were no longer welcome in Germany. This was disastrous for the US. The entire cadre of Freud’s subversive Order uprooted and fled to the US, primarily New York City and Los Angeles. Thus the US became Freudian occupied territory in 1940.

 

Hey boys, I’m getting a little dry. Could we take a short break before I resume?

Lessing: An idea whose time has come. It will also give us time to probe a few of your ideas.

Me: Oh yeah. You want to know where I cribbed it from right? You’ve got quite a few of the books in your terrific library, Lessing.

Marc Giusty: An excellent selection, there are more in his study and bedroom too.

Max Savings: You don’t happen to live at the Strand do you Lessing?

Lessing: Among other stores. NYC is a wonderful place, a real book lover’s heaven.

Baron Cammell: Perry, you paint with rather a broad stroke. I wonder what depth you have?

Me: Depth? There’s more than one kind of depth Baron. If you mean am I deep into monographs of minutiae in any particular topic, I’m rather light on the monographic side. I’m more interested in the flow so I try to find books on topics from several different viewpoints and analyze them that way. Given your unified field approach Baron I’m sure you understand that the material available is incomprehensible. No one is ever going to come close to being able to claim to be adequately prepared.

For instance, to have been able to have tracked down and read all the biographies of the Jewish participants in America from 1900 to, say, 1950 along with other necessary reading is impossible in itself; however the broad outlines are touched on by each writer with some separate detail so you get a sort of consensus and then compare to writers of other opinions on the subject to get a pretty good idea of its direction.

On the other hand I have plumbed the Ford-Jewish relations in its minutiae as well as its associated relationship with the Protocols of Zion. It wasn’t necessary to bring that up here but I could go on for a few hours on those topics if the situation called for it.

Marc: Very well Perry, but I believe you think that the Jews are comparable to the Vampyre motif Aren’t you afraid of contradiction?

Me: No. I’m fearless, Marc, absolutely fearless. But, seriously, we must always be prepared to answer challenges. Arnold Toynbee who I thing makes a good case for his interpretation of history which is undoubtedly not faultless, but then it doesn’t have to be invulnerable at every point to be generally true nevertheless has been savagely attacked by what I consider inferior minds.

I expect to be challenged when I state my ideas positively but I’m satisfied that I can defend any invulnerabilities, chinks in the armor you see.

Max Savings: I should think you had been savaged by the Jews you criticize so severely by now.

Me: No I haven’t. The Jews will never attack me directly. Several of my pieces have been posted on the ADL site noting ‘the rise of anti-Semitism’ and I might add without any notification to me or to allow me any defense from their charge of what they call anti-Semitism and what I call critical thinking. They will never allow anyone who can defend themselves the opportunity they merely resort to ‘dynamic silence’, defamation and black listing.

They will never challenge your thinking or its expression, merely defaming you as an anti-Semite. If I were still employable I’m sure I would have lost my job long ago. As it is I am a social outcast.

Baron: But how can you justify the charge of Vampirism. Isn’t that a little extreme?

Me: Well Baron, as I say, one reads all points of view whether forbidden books and authors or not. Very frequently in European literature the charge of being ‘blood suckers’ appears frequently as well as other blood related metaphors. I don’t ever recall ever having heard of them specifically referred to as Vampires although Du Maurier’s Svengali is a perfect description of a psychic Vampyre and that can be demonstrated by their deeds, methods and mythology. And thus rather they are authentic or not you have the evidence of the Protocols of Zion. They can deny and deny but there it is today backed up by Jewish control of the entire media. Nothing gets published or made without their consent and if something does get by they force its recall.

Baron: Oh, that old canard.

Lessing: Oh Baron, I think it is perfectly obvious today that Jewish control of the media is a given. Most Jews I know don’t even deny it, they’re quite proud of it and smug about it.

At this point I began to look askance at Cammell. Even in a group of five at least one or two are going to be spies. I once attended a meeting where I could identify more than half as agents. As a matter of fact I knew some guy who was trying to establish some Communist unit of some kind. He was the one in his small group that wasn’t a spy. I marked Baron down as one.

We chatted on for several minutes until Max said: Time is flying, it’s already after one. Not that I’m rushing you, Perry, but can you give us an idea…

Me: Oh Max, I think we’ll all be able to have breakfast together but to keep your spirits up I’ve got a prescription for Obetrol here if you like.

Marc: Obetrol? Isn’t that the stuff Andy Warhol took?

Me: Yeh. That’s why I got the prescription. Part of my research. I wanted to see how it worked.

Max: How does it?

Me: Great if you want to speed along in a most pleasant way. A quarter tab and you guys will be all attention. You might even think I sparkle.

Max: It’s not addictive is it?

Me: I don’t have an addictive personality. When I said it was research it really is. Obetrol is like booze, a little goes a long way. If you’re not alcoholic there’s no worry.

Lessing, Marc and Max: OK, I’ll try a quarter tab.

Baron: I’ll abstain.

Me: Alright. There’s a tab. Divide it up. I’ll get back to my essay. As a reminder there is nothing different or exceptional about the Jews. They are just another people pursuing their own ends for their own benefit. They have no concern for anyone else but themselves. This is natural however. By the clever use of hypnotism developed by Sigmund Freud they have the ability to cloud men’s minds something like the fictional Shadow.   The main weapon in that particular arsenal is the ability to destroy the Other by the mere whisper of the charge of anti-Semitism. I’m sure you’ll agree that this is a tool for terrorism. The Other has been conditioned to shake in his boots in fear of the accusation. Indeed, the term has conferred great power on the Jews who today can blacklist anyone, get them fired from lucrative or even dream jobs, by the mere pointing of a finger. They have conferred this ability on their favored Negro auxiliaries using the term racism. This is tolerated and embraced by the Other. One may say that the Other is so hypnotized that they have no will of their own.

That being said, the advent of Wolf Hitler was the best thing that could have happened to the Jews. As I said earlier Freud’s nephew Edward Bernays, the public relations man, said that in order to prevent unruly human nature from expressing anti-social, that is anti-Jewish, behavior it was necessary for an elite, that is the Jews, to devise means of conditioning minds to honor Jews above all others including themselves.

Thus Hitler gave them the means to denounce anyone they didn’t like as a Fascist if they couldn’t nail them as an anti-Semite. A sort of hierarchy of name calling was developed. This was augmented by newspaper and magazine writers together with influential radio commentators such as Raymond Gram Swing who, while important then, is unknown today. Even such a household name then like Walter Winchell will receive stares today.

Their fierce ad hominem defamation campaigns were carried on in a fight to the finish. Chief among their victims were Henry Ford, William Randolph Hearst and Charles Lindbergh. The Communist legions were turned loose on Ford making several attacks on his River Rouge plant while infiltrating the assembly lines sowing discontent and sabotage requiring the Service Department to spy, that is detect the Communist agents. This in turn was then portrayed as industrial tyranny. Very trying for Ford, I can tell you.

W.R. Hearst was a victim of the expropriatory taxes fostered by the Jews. As one who indulged his desires to the fullest Hearst could no longer indulge his royal life style that collapsed on his head forcing him into near bankruptcy while he in fact lost control of his empire.

In his heyday Hearst had been the reigning power in Hollywood even calling shots for Louis B. Mayer and his transcendental MGM. Hearst who foisted the career of his mistress, Marion Davies, on MGM had compelled Mayer to build a special house on the lot for Davies. Stripped of his power by the expropriatory taxes, Mayer discovered that he had the upper hand compelling Hearst to remove Davies’ house from the lot. Hearst had the house cut in two so that it could be moved through the Hollywood streets. As an extra humiliation one half of the house fell off the truck mid-Hollywood. One can still hear the laughter on the MGM lot.

Shortly thereafter Orson Welles shot his mockumentary of Hearst called Citizen Kane to add insult to injury while elevating the level of merriment.

That left Charles Lindbergh to destroy. Another movie called Keeper of the Flame was made that as Citizen Kane had demeaned Hearst, defamed Lindbergh. The Great Hero of the Atlantic Flight was portrayed as a Fascist megalomaniac. I will say that if today you don’t know the movie was meant to humiliate Lindbergh it would be hard to guess who was meant. In many ways Lindbergh’s persecution is difficult to understand. His father was a congressman and dissident. It is not impossible that he may have said or done something to offend the ever-sensitive Jews. Thus the sins of the father may have been passed to the son. Other than that, as an aviation pioneer Lindbergh was the first to fly solo from the US to Europe for which he became a huge American hero and celebrity. Perhaps it was mere envy that made him a target.

Other than that, when asked by Roosevelt to survey German aircraft in the thirties Lindbergh gave an objective report rather than a subjective condemnation that the Jews preferred. Being objective apparently marked him as an arch anti-Semite in Jewish eyes hence by the late thirties he was singled out as a Nazi sympathizer, even as a secret Nazi hence the movie Keeper of the Flame. Then in 1940 after the creation of the America First Committee that was dedicated to keeping the US out of the war so ardently desired by the Jews Lindbergh led them in their effort. Of course the Jews were the leaders in seeking to involve the US hence the America First effort frustrated Jewish goals thus confirming their hatred of Lindbergh.

But where was the handle to discredit him? In a very strange campaign they sought to portray him as a Hitler acolyte seeking to establish a Nazi dictatorship in the US.

Even though the campaign began after FDR’s third election in 1940 when it was impossible to believe that Lindbergh sought to be president the Jews persisted releasing their defamatory movie. In 1941-42 Keeper of the Flame scripted by the Communist Donald Ogden Stewart was released that depicted a great American hero who was a secret Fascist. Even though the protagonist died in a car crash when a bridge he was to drive over was sabotaged the movie was still supposed to refer to him. The theme would be reanimated nearly sixty years later in Philip Roth’s novel The Plot Against America.   Apparently the Jews love to beat a dead horse.

Once FDR led the US into the wars the Jews compelled him to round up all the anti-war dissidents who were held for trial in 1944 as Fascists agents. Thus the whole pre-war cadre of peace advocates were removed.

While having had FDR under their thumb, when Roosevelt died shortly after beginning his fourth term Jewish influence was greatly diminished as Anglo-Americans fought for control.

By this time the members of the Freudian Order were firmly established in NYC and Hollywood where their influence was greatly felt. Thus by the mid-fifties psycho-analysis became a dominant social force making ‘insanity’ acceptable. Along with the Freudians came the whole Jewish Frankfort School of Critical Theory. The formidable combined attack on the mores of a tolerant unsuspecting citizenry was received as an intellectual discipline hence they attempted to adjust to it. Idiots like Theodore Adorno and Herbert Marcuse were accepted as intellectual prodigies. The ‘boring’ fifties would be an intense battlefield if you were alert to it.

To recover 1945-56. It is not recognized that the Jewish holocaust had nothing to do with Jewish wishes to exterminate the German people. Those plans began at the very latest in the thirties. In 1940 before even a hint of the holocaust one Theodore Kaufmann of New Jersey published a book receiving wide national publicity calling for the elimination of the German people in toto. That is, he advocated genocide of the Germans. This attitude was continued in the so-called Morgenthau Plan that called for the elimination of Germany as a political entity and the genocide of the German people. According to Curtis Dall FDR’s son-in-law the plan was actually drafted by Harry Dexter White Morgenthau’s under-secretary. Despite his quintessential Anglo name White was Jewish. It is unlikely that he was the ultimate source. In layers of subterfuge masking the origin of the source it can probably be traced back to Bernie Baruch as part of the cabal. The plan was actually put into effect, or at least its beginnings, by Eisenhower until Truman pulled the plug firing Morgenthau.

Following their defeat the Germans were put through hell by Russians, British, French and we Americans. Eisenhower’s treatment of Germans was draconian. While it is very far from common knowledge Eisenhower was another acolyte of our Bernie Baruch. Eisenhower said in 1956 that he had sat at the feet of that wise old man for twenty-five years. It would seem likely then that he was following Baruch’s direction in attempting to eliminate German soldiers through exposure to the elements and starvation during one of the coldest winters on record.

When elected president he was still Baruch’s man. So from 1933 to 1960 with the possible hiatus of the Truman years the US was more or less under direct Jewish control or direction. In addition hundreds of thousands of Jews were admitted to the US in the years following 1945 regardless of US immigration laws.

While Wolf Hitler was the figurehead for German hatred allied hatred was directed at all Germans and Germany. Dissident Germans like Admiral Canaris tried to broker a ceasefire but were ignored by FDR.

Like it or not the Germans were the most intellectually advanced branch of the overall human species. No other could compete with them. WWI was fought as much as a trade war than any other. Quite simply none other could compete with them and this includes the Jews who consider themselves a race apart and above.

In recent Jewish comic books they express the opinion that they are a mutation endowed with superior abilities. The facts show otherwise; by their deeds shall ye know them as the Bible says.

Finance ‘capitalism’ in many ways is the key to the animosity directed at Germans. Under Hitler the Germans were opposed to the debt finance of International Finance. They repudiated it. Themselves stripped of the means to participate in world commerce by the draconian Versailles Treaty they developed a barter approach exchanging goods for goods that involved no debt thereby threatening finance capitalism. The Germans seriously penetrated South America virtually removing the area from finance capitalism. Not only that but South America and Germany prospered throughout the Depression. There was no defense against the German system but to destroy Germany.

I don’t know about you fellows but the rest of America is unaware of this because those who write the history books fail to mention it. To do so would be to admit guilt. To ensure that the Germans didn’t recover and challenge their system once again the Germans were punished more violently than any nation so large had been before. As the West expresses it they were brought within the Western (France, England and the US) normative system. Even under that system the Germans have created the most successful ‘normative’ economy in Europe. Once gain they were pre-eminent; the backbone of Europe.

Then what happened. The Jews directed the US attack on the Middle East. All this weapons of mass destruction crap in Iraq that at most might have threatened Israel. From that attacks were fomented on all the Moslem countries around the Mediterranean. And then they hit on the rock of Syria that disrupted their game. This in turn created a lot of displaced people that Israelis encouraged to invade Germany. Three million immigrants later and Germany is now a basket case.

With those millions displaced from Syria and Iraq those populations were decreased allowing the Israelis to invade those exhausted bombed over areas thus partially realizing their dream of a Tigris-Euphrates to the Nile empire.

So now Germany is reduced and Israel is enlarged. All from the fear of being called anti-Semites. Oh well, beside the point.

To go back: The Jews finagled Palestine away from the Arabs. Using European methods while as ex-Europeans knowing which products for manufactures Europeans desired they were able to establish a viable but not independent economy. Vampire like since 1948 they have sucked tens of billions of dollars if not hundreds of billions from Germany, Europe and the US. This undeniable fact will be denied of course.

On another hand the Jews were devastated by the so-called holocaust. While they believed themselves the most beloved people of the world they found rejection on every side. No one really wanted them while all refused to whole heartedly accept them as refugees. Remember the Amalekites.

By the 1950s the Jewish-German expatriates had firmly installed Freudianism as the dominant intellectual influence in the US. The Fifties were a very interesting period in US history. As is usual the first interpretation of social conditions was presented by literary figures. A truly amazing and astonishing production ensued. At this point traditional print culture was joined and assisted by a whole new genre of movies, that of science-fiction or fantasy pictures.

Like comic books these often puerile but still thoughtful movies were ignored by the older population. But even then they shaped American attitudes. I transited easily from comic books to the sci-fi movies and literature. These books and movies were almost a shadow educational system behind the schools. These were fantastic while being constructive unlike the destructive comic books; not that many of us understood all the subtexts of the stories. Oh, of course, some of them were obvious but a lot more weren’t.

The preachy ones like the movie The Day The Earth Stood Still seemed to be easily understood but there were subtexts that weren’t. These were the heydays of UFOs and visitors from outer space. In this case a savior lands in a really nifty flying saucer and the emissary from ‘above’ Klaatu slips out along with his Iron Man bodyguard named Gort. Klaatu’s mission is to find out whether earthlings are ready to join the interstellar confederation of peaceful planets. Remember, this was after WWII and as Korea was firing up. Needless to say Klaatu discovers we are an unruly quarrelsome lot not even fit to live together let alone function with the ‘perfected.’   He and Gort climb back into their saucer with a heidi-hi-ho and ‘We’ll be back when you get it figured out, if you ever do.’

Thus the idea was imprinted on the world mind that humanity was hopelessly bad with no redeeming features. The suggestion was repeated over and over to the point where people would kill you if you disagreed; probably proving Klaatu’s point. Thus it was an article of faith that if you met a spaceman he was peaceful and wouldn’t hurt you. And as you fellows probably know there were people who expected to meet a spaceman any day not to mention the itinerant time traveler who was also lurking out there. People talk about the Fifties like nothing was exciting. Incredible.

Along with the flying saucers and peaceful spacemen came the atomic mutations transformed by radiation. They were many and fantastic especially the many that came from the atomic testing grounds in the Pacific, Eniwetok and Bikini. A giant crab came forth. Giant crabs were OK but a little passé, nothing like the terrific Creature From The Black Lagoon or even the amazing Incredible Shrinking Man. We were being conditioned to accept almost anything; the most ridiculous being the giant carrot in, I think, It Came From Outer Space. In a way our minds were prepared for anything, not that we understood it.

Bubbling beneath this pseudo-reality that existed side by side with everyday life was Jewish paranoia equally not understood. Perhaps they had guilty consciences as few gois knew what they had been up to and if any did they knew what was good for them and kept their mouths shut. But Hollywood had terrified them especially when the wild misstatements and exaggerations about concentration camps began to circulate. The Jews projected their fears on all White people. They sincerely believed that death camps in the US were imminent. They saw a Hitler in every face they met. Check out the movie The Boys From Brazil.

William Paley of CBS came back from Europe in a cold sweat. In order to save a few Jews from the supposed American death camps he conceived the notion of packaging the future careers of as many Jewish entertainers as he could. He sold shares to their future to gois. That’s why there was this parade of Jewish comedians passing through TV during the Fifties and early Sixties. They had to justify the investment. What a blessing the advent of TV was. Thus the projected future earnings of the entertainers were divided into shares and sold to gois who would protect their investment and keep the entertainers from the death camps. Just like shares from General Motors.

Thus when you saw Milton Berle, Red Buttons, Jack Benny and the others on TV or elsewhere their pay was going into a fund to distribute to shareholders. Even higher comedy than Uncle Miltie. The tragedy was there never were or never would be death camps for the Jews in the US. I haven’t learned how well shareholders did but I would like to know. ‘That’s my boy up there.’ had real meaning.

In that light the post-war travails of Wilhelm Reich must have had Jews running for the safety of their orgone boxes.

While Reich’s books were burned they didn’t get them all, some survived to reach Greenwich Village where they began to insidiously undermine sexual morality. Much of the sexual activity of the Sixties was derived from Reich’s writing. Thus Reichian-Freudianism sexual subversion transformed society beginning in the Sixties. New York was, of course, the first to fall.

To not be promiscuous was to be repressed so that what Freud called inhibitions had to be discarded or, actually, repressed; that is, the lawlessness of the unconscious had to be released much as the traveler in Charles Beaumont’s story had released Satan from his cell.

Graham Sumner’s book on mores titled Folkways discusses the sex impulse this way:

Quote:

The sex passion affects the weal or woe of human beings far more than hunger, vanity or ghost fear. It has far more complications with other interests than the other great motives. There is no escaping the good and ill, the pleasure and pain, which inhere in it. It has two opposite extremes- renunciation and license. In neither of these can peace and satisfaction be found, or escape from autogenetic impulses. There is no ground at all for the opinion that “nature” gave men an appetite the satisfaction of which would be peaceful and satisfactory, but that human laws and institutions have put it under constraints which produce agony. The truth is that license stimulates desire without limits and ends in impotent agony. Renunciation produces agony of another kind. Somewhere between lies temperance, which seems an easy solution, but there is no definition of temperance which is generally applicable, and whatever the limit may be set, there, on either side of it the antagonistic impulses appear again- one of indulgence, the other of restraint- producing pitfalls of vice and ruin, and ever renewing the problem of right and duty. Therefor regulation is imperatively called for by facts of “nature”, and the regulation must come from intelligence and judgment. No determination of what the regulation should be has ever yet been found in law or ethics which does not bear harshly on great numbers, and in all stages of civilization numbers are found who violate the regulations and live outside of them.

Unquote.

Freudian and Reichian psychology merely repudiates temperance coming down on the side of libertinism hence the Satanic sexual mores of Greenwich Village and the general sexual corruption of the West. As one can see Sumner’s discussion is intelligent while Freud’s, probably because he himself leant toward libertinism, unbalanced and ultimately destructive.

This unbalanced view of sexuality has become the norm in the US and Europe.

Added to this libertine view of sexuality was the promotion of drugs which combined with libertinism is totally destruction of the conscious mind and reason. Freud himself was a cocaine addict. As late as his forties he was pushing it on all as a panacea. He says he gave it up but I doubt it.

This potent cocktail of sex and drugs would erupt in New York City in the Fifties and Sixties when the Feelgood doctors became prominent.

Clip 6 follows.

 

 

The Vampyres Of New York

A Novel

By

R.E. Prindle

Clip I

 

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.

-II-

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.

-III-

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.’

‘What happened?’

‘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.

-IV-

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.’

-V-

The story continues in Clip 2.

 

 

Bob Dylan:  Livin’ Life On The Fly

by

R.E. Prindle

-I-

Bob Dylan created the character of Bob the Drifter back at the beginning of the Sixties.  He has since done his best to live the life of the ultimate drifter.  Early influences on the persona were probably Hank Williams musical alter ego Luke the Drifter and possibly Simon Crumb the alter ego the country singer Ferlin Husky.  His immediate role model was definitely Ramblin’ Jack Elliot who was born Elliot Adnopos making his adopted goyish name a cover for his Jewish identity much as Bob Dylan was doing.  Thus these two very Jewish guys have lived out their lives under assumed goyish identities.

Like Ramblin’ Jack Bob Dylan further patterned his life on the life  of the goy drifter Woody Guthrie.

Bob learned Jack’s style when both men lived in the early sixties folk environment of Greenwich Village in New York City.  When that particular bubble burst in the mid-sixties partly through the machinations of Dylan himself who introduced electricity into the Greenwich Village folk scene a dispersion took place.

I say partly because seemingly unnoticed by everyone while being completely overlooked today The Lovin’ Spoonful with the really legendary John Sebastian and Sol Yanovsky had used an electric guitar since early 1965 while also writing their own songs.

After leaving recording for a year or two after 1966 Dylan led a sedentary life in Woodstock New York with his wife Sara and a growing family.  The call of his destiny on the road was too strong with Dylan gradually edging back to the role of the roving hobo.

Mentally adrift for most of the seventies and eighties Bob then devised the perfect drifter life.  He became a drifting troubadour.  He not only roved but he made it pay to the tune of a billion dollars or more.  He got himself a couple buses and phased through several identity crises. He styled his drifting as The Never Ending Tour.

While living his early years in Hibbing Negro music appears to have made no impression on him.  He does say that he listened to Black music over the radio on stations blasting up over the central plain from locations such as Shreveport but I don’t detect that influence in his music too much.  Of course, once in New York he saw the necessity for Negro roots and reacted socially.

Dylan does however know all the great C&W tunes and artists.  His first great plagiarism was from Hank Snow one of the absolute greats.  C&W was however not mainstream.  In the peculiar White mentality C&W was rejected as ignorant White hillbilly music and I mean rejected.  You had to cover up your liking of C&W as though it was the original sin.  On the other hand with that peculiar mentality of Whites they were able to embrace equally ignorant Negro ghetto music as their own.  I could never figure it out.

Dylan didn’t try.  Sometime before he got to UMinnesota in the Fall of ’59 he realized he wasn’t he wasn’t going to make it as a rocker so he switched to Folk from Fall ’59 to January of ’61 when he left for NYC.  At UMinnesota he had listened to a few Folk records while someone gave him Woody Guthrie’s autobiography Bound For Glory so that in some mad burst of teen infatuation he came to the conclusion that he was the reincarnation of Woody Guthrie.  He adopted the persona to the best of his ability beginning to create a hokey Oklahoma drifter’s accent and vocal style.

One gets the impression that his folk act in Minnesota was raw enough that he was merely tolerated.  Bob, himself, knew he was a genius so he took his half-digested act East to New York City in that January of ’61.  But he was wary.  Cagey then as now he decided to scope the scene before he burst upon it.

While arriving in NYC in January he didn’t make his official appearance on the Village scene until late February.  Dylan himself explains that missing period by claiming to have been hustling his buns in Times Square.  People have refused to take him at his word but why would he say it if it wasn’t true?  Why would he say it even if it were?  Dylan had very low self-esteem at the time while being a very serious drunkard.  At UMinnesota he had blottoed out and spread out on the ground at full noon in the main crossroads at the U.  You have to glory in your shame to do that.

We don’t know how much money Dylan had when he stepped out of the car in NYC although he was never really broke when he buskered on the street; his Ace In The Hole was the folks back home.  They did send him money.

Perhaps though Dylan was so down so low that he needed to debase himself in the worst possible way.  He probably did stroll 42nd St. looking to be picked up.  Perhaps receiving money picked him up a little; gave him value.

As he scoped the Folk scene and picked up the odd dollar he was devising a persona to splash into the scene.  His persona was totally absurd and his Ten Weeks With The Circus story would be, or should have been, seen through before he got it out of his mouth.  This was sophisticated NYC for Christ’s save, New Yorkers have seen and heard every hustle ever devised.  You couldn’t fool them so they must have been humoring Dylan.

Nobody could have done all the things he said he’d done and graduated from high school two years or less earlier.  He also tried to conceal that he was Jewish which seems ridiculous to me, but then Dylan didn’t see the obvious Jewishness of Jack Elliot so maybe it’s just me.  Anyway it took these sharp New Yorkers a year or more to figure Dylan was a little Jewish kid.

Dylan had analyzed the scene well.  He realized he couldn’t go in and do what everyone else was doing.  Besides there were a lot of good guitarists in the Village and Dylan wasn’t one of them.  He had to shake the scene up a little.  At the time the Village Folk scene was a bore.  Folk was on the down trend.  The New Lost City Ramblers, one of the more formidable Village folk groups were so trite they were unlistenable.  While not on the Village scene I was aware of the phonograph records made by the artists and quite frankly I was amazed that anyone would record those people.  I mean, like Dylan, I was a hillbilly.  There were many amazing records being made by real folk artists like the Carter Family.  These pale Village imitations by middle class Jews aping the mountain people were far less than authentic.

So Dylan practiced this garish voice, blew harmonica in an incomprehensible way and banged the guitar in an equally noisy and unmusical way.  Bud and Travis couldn’t play guitar either.  It boggles your mind to watch them flail the instrument.

People that say they liked his first couple records may very well be telling the truth but the truth is virtually no one bought them.  Fortunately Dylan soon learned to write songs.  They too made little impression as sung by him; sung by others, such as Peter Paul and Mary they sounded good enough to become hits.  Of course, Peter Paul and Mary had that religious sounding name and earnest style that opened a lot of doors for them.

Nevertheless by 1964 Dylan was beginning to make a name for himself as a songwriter so that people were more willing to accept his bizarre performances.  Andy Warhol said that Dylan began by singing political protest songs then shifted to singing personal protest songs.  That change began about 1964 with his Another Side Of Bob Dylan LP.

His friend and sometime road manager Victor Maymudes said that all Dylan’s songs were about his girl friends.  If you read his lyics with that in mind they will make more sense.  You still have to work at it though.  The language he uses really obscures the content.

It was at this point that Dylan went electric and moved out from his folk cover  (Dylan said that his folk music years were just a shuck.) and began his conversion to rock and roll.  Dylan began performing in high school as a Little Richard clone so the move should come as no surprise knowing what we do today.  When his rock and roll phase ended in 1966 Dylan then returned to his basal influence C&W.

As he shifted to personal protest on a rock and roll frame he made his impact as ‘a spokesman for his generation.’

Dylan was never a spokesman for the generation but he was a spokesman for people with the same psychosis as his.  Dylan was unbalanced as were all the people who took his message.  I was one of those who Dylan characterized as ‘abused, misused, strung out ones or worse.’  Dylan converted his angst into sexual frustration and his sexual frustration into lyrics.  We weren’t able to understand the lyrics because we were looking in the wrong place but we understood the songs perfectly on the subliminal level.  Dylan’s psychology matched ours.

Dylan’s last album as a New York folk singer, Blonde On Blonde, also expanded his audience while also confusing those who weren’t on his wavelength.  That is, people who hated him, and largely for psychological reasons, were forced to acknowledge him.  At the time the LP was so far outside our musical experience that we literally had heard nothing like it before.  Little Richard redux.

On the other hand I realized that he had peaked in that style and would no longer be able to continue in the same vein.  At the same time the pressures of the previous five years on Dylan were such that his mind was at the breaking point and actually broke.  He probably had what was called a nervous breakdown. Shortly we heard that Dylan had been in a motorcycle accident and might be dead.  He wasn’t, of course, and it has never been reliably determined that there ever had been an accident.  His brother David just laughs it off while many others reduce it to the equivalent of a mere scratch.  Dylan himself says that his manager Albert Grossman was driving him so hard that it was killing him.  He had to stop and catch his breath or die.

Dylan hadn’t yet learned to live on the road; he would master that later.

At any rate he had married his Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands, Sara in 1965 and needed time out to raise a family.  He did do that.

Regardless of whether he had been hurt or not he was not musically idle.  About a year and a half later in December of 1967 he released the awaited new LP John Wesley Harding.  The LP was a total rejection of his first incarnation.  He used a crooning voice backed by a C&W band.  He returned, as they used to say, to his roots.  He was no longer a trailblazer, just a C&W singer.  While I knew he would not follow up in the same style I was stunned by the reversion to a conventional country style.  At that time no one knew that his roots were C&W.

I loved the instrumental backing of his three big albums but had no interest in what seemed to be pseudo-country with rather ordinary lyrics.  (Let Me Be Your Baby Tonight.)  I abandoned him completely and never have gone back.  This was 1967.  The next wave of the British Invasion was in progress and it was astonishing.  The music was all fresh and picked up where Dylan had left off.  The sounds were all new like you’d never heard before.  The lyrics were nearly as inscrutable as Dylan’s.  Dylan was not missed by me nor a lot of his former fans.

As I said Dylan was not idle; he was busy.  The evidence of that appeared six months after John Wesley Harding.  Music From Big Pink by the Band.  This was relatively sensational music and lyrics.  Of course The Band was Dylan’s back up and his association with Big Pink buttressed his reputation a lot.  And then the legend of the Basement Tapes appeared that was even more tantalizing than the actual music although the songs from it that appeared by other artists were remarkably good.

So while Dylan left the Sixties with a much diminished reputation it was on a positive note.

-II-

The Never Ending Tour

While talent such as Dylan’s was is important, talent will not out without good luck and a helping hand.  Dylan undoubtedly had both.  There has always been some mystery about how a half skilled musician could show up in Greenwich Village in March 1961 and be signed to a record contract with Columbia Records seven months later in October.

People who had been around the Village were just blown away when the news got out.  Dylan’s talent was not that obvious to everyone.  Many could not see it at all.  He couldn’t play guitar and he couldn’t blow the harp.  His voice, at the time, was so raw it grated, and still does for me.  He hadn’t written a song in those seven months so his much vaunted songwriting skills weren’t in evidence.  Yet Robert Shelton, the music reviewer for the ultra-prestigious New York Times gave him a rave review that amazed everyone.  John Hammond of CBS signed him virtually without hearing him.  Other CBS staffers had such a low opinion of Dylan’s talent that they called him Hammond’s Folly.  Was there something going on behind the scenes, was something happening here that the Village couldn’t understand?   Listen to Positively Fourth Street and Something Happening again closely.

Well, you know, I’ve thought about this and studied this and I’ve put together the following scenarios for your delectation.  Granted it is highly conjectural yet based on facts.

Remember that Dylan is Jewish and New York City including the Village was and is a Jewish colony.  Being Jewish in the Village did and does count.

Back in Hibbing Minnesota the Jewish community was three or four hundred strong while Dylan’s, or Bobby Zimmerman’s, as he then was, family was chief among them.

Both Dylan’s father, Abram Zimmerman, and his mother, Beatty Zimmerman were of the Frankish sect of Judaism.  Dylan’s Jewish name, Sabtai, was derived from the last acknowledged human Jewish messiah.  This undoubtedly indicated the high hopes Abram had for his son as a deliverer of the Jews; in other words, a messiah.

Father Abe was the Anti-Defamation League representative in Hibbing.  That may have caused some friction between himself and the goy townsmen.  There seems to be an undercurrent of resentment both to Abe and Bobby Zimmerman in Hibbing.  As an Orthodox Jew Abram had connections back in New York probably with the Chabad Lubavitcher sect led by its chief rabbi, Menachem Schneerson.  Abram traveled frequently on religious business including to NYC.

Abram wanted son Bobby to also embrace the Lubavitcher sect.  Thus, as Bobby approached thirteen and his Bar Mitzvah Abram sent back to New York for a Lubavitcher Rabbi to come to Hibbing specifically to educate Bobby in the Lubavitcher belief system.  This was the rabbi Reuben Meier.  In full Lubavitcher gear he was an anomaly  in Hibbing where according to Dylan he embarrassed the Jewish community.

As Dylan tells it he got off the bus one day, spent a year teaching Bobby ‘what he had to learn’ then got back on the bus presumably returning to NYC his mission accomplished.

Dylan has or had a messiah complex.  Still, as he observed the fate of Jesus (look what they done to him, he said) he was unwilling to pick up the cross thus never declaring himself.  Still Abe had connections in NYC that could be and probably were useful bumping Dylan’s career along.

I haven’t found any evidence that Dylan ever contacted the Lubavitchers once in NYC but then it can’t be ruled out and he didn’t have to.  His father could have worked with them unknown to Dylan.  Still, Dylan later in life did associate himself with the Lubavitchers.  Could be coincidence, of course.

Shelton who wrote his glowing review of Dylan worked for the New York Times which was and is owned by the Jewish Sulzberger family.  Thus in all probability Abram called in some favors from the Lubavitchers to forward Dylan’s career.  Among them Abram had some position, and asked them to make sure that Dylan wasn’t overlooked.  Thus within the synagogue, so to speak, Shelton wrote his actually preposterous review of Dylan.

Now, Shelton came to New York from Chicago in the late fifties.  Dylan’s future Jewish manager Albert Grossman also came from Chicago where he had owned the seminal folk club The Gate Of Horn.  Shelton knew Grossman in Chicago where he wrote reviews of the folk acts.

When Grossman went East for whatever reasons in 1959 he helped found the Newport Folk Festival with the Jew George Wein.  Thus the Newport Folk Festival was a Jewish organization giving them the control over who could and could not make it.  Grossman hung around the Village analyzing the talent as he had plans.  He didn’t necessarily let the acts come to him but he went out and created them as in Peter Paul and Mary which was his total conception.  Sensing the direction of things he realized that a trio of two men and a woman with the right lineup would succeed and spread the message.  His final choices were two male Jews, Noel Stookey who became Paul and Peter Yarrow and a woman Mary Travers.  He chose well.

Prodded by Shelton Grossman took a look at Dylan but could see no use for him until Dylan began to write.  At that point he fit into Grossman’s plans who then created Bob Dylan as a commercial entity.  Dylan justified the confidence in himself when he scored with the puerile Blowin’ In The Wind.  Dylan was still unlistenable to most people but with the voices of the more musical Peter Paul And Mary he began to establish his reputation as a song writer.

The Synagogue was behind him so that coupled with his talent he was given maximum and incredible exposure.    Now, Peter Yarrow who was very close to Grossman, one might say almost a collaborator, said that without Grossman there would have been no Peter Paul And Mary and more importantly no Bob Dylan.  Yarrow believed that Dylan’s success was due to Grossman.  Luck was with Dylan then when Grossman came to town a couple years before he did while Shelton was there at the Times.  You must have that luck.  Grossman definitely nurtured Dylan as a songwriter and put his career on track.  Whether Grossman was connected to the Lubavitchers isn’t clear but I’m sure the religious connection was there.  It was all within the Synagogue; strictly a Jewish affair.

Those who closely analyze Dylan’s songs love to point out the Biblical references with which his songs have always been replete.  Indeed, when Dylan was writing John Wesley Harding his mother who was visiting him during the period says that he kept a large Bible open in his living room that he would jump up to consult it from time to time.  Obviously the Bible informed his lyrics as he dealt with his injunction to be the new messiah, if I am correct in my analysis.

His religious training would surface in the seventies when he explored Jesus’ relationship to the Jews.  Contrary to what people believe Dylan never turned to Christianity, he was interested in the Jewish Jesus cult.  At the same time he was getting the Christian take on Jesus through the Vinyard Fellowship he was studying with the Jews For Jesus cult.  Indeed, when he came out as a Jesus freak at the Warwick Theatre in San Francisco Jews For Jesus people were used to proselytize  outside the theatre but not the Vinyard Fellowship.

Having satisfied his curiosity about Jesus he next showed up in full Lubavitcher gear in Jerusalem.  The Christians were stunned at the seeming turnabout.  Rabbi Reuben Meier had not failed the Lubavitchers back in the fifties in Hibbing.  Dylan came home.

-III-

On The Barricades

Jewish self-confidence was ruined in the wake of WWII but began to resume with the establishment of Israel in 1948.  A feeling of power began to revive after the 1956 war; then after the Six Day War of 1967 a feeling of invincibility seized the Jewish mind.  Born in 1941 Dylan was 26 in 1967.  In 1968 the aborted Paris insurrection took place.

As a result of the Six Day War the New York Rabbi Meir Kahane organized the Jewish Defense League (JDC) as a terrorist organization from which came the JDO or Jewish Defense Organization.  The JDO was murderous.  Both were terrorist groups who engaged in serious bomb attacks in NYC and assassinations.  It was pretty nutty.

At roughly the same time the Weatherman group was formed that was a combined Goy and Jewish affair designed to bring down the US government.  That group was headed by the Chicago terrorist nutcake Bomber Billy Ayers.  The JDL, JDO and Weathermen traced their origins back to Dylan while including Dylan as one of them.  Dylan had JDL members as bodyguards and possibly JDO so at one time he seems to have been a member.  More regular Jews warned him to dissociate himself publicly from the JDL and JDO so that he did disassociate them from himself at least as far as one can see.

Dylan’s association with the Weathermen if it existed was more tenuous.  It would be interesting to know if through Greil Marcus Dylan knew Ayers.   All groups considered Dylan a revolutionary.  This could easily be inferred from songs like Subterranean Homesick Blues and Ain’t Going To Work On Maggie’s Farm No More plus many of his Negro protest songs.

Now, when Dylan was awarded the French decoration, The Legion Of Honor, in 2015  he was commended for his contributions to the Paris insurrection of ’68.  What those contribution were weren’t specified; it may only have been the moral support of his songs that the revolutionaries heard as a call to arms.  Or perhaps Dylan functioned as a courier during his tours throughout the world.  It wouldn’t be the first time entertainers were used as covers.

In 2007 when Sarkozy had been elected President of France one of the first things he did was to call a number of people to Paris to receive awards.  Three relevant Americans made the trip, Dylan, Greil Marcus and David Lynch the filmmaker.

As it turns out Dylan and Greil Marcus are or were fairly closely associated.  Marcus was ostensibly a music critic for Rolling Stone Magazine, another Jewish set up, but he was also a member of the French Jewish revolutionary group, the Situationist International led by Guy Debord.  Debord and his SI claim to have been the moving force behind the Paris revolt thus tightening the connection between Marcus, Dylan, the SI and the Paris insurrection.  Dylan was also associated with the revolutionary group centered around John Lennon and his widow Yoko Ono.

Now, in 2001 Dylan, Marcus and future president of the United States Barack Obama were in Chicago as associates at the time of 9/11.  Dylan’s LP Love And Theft was released on that date that has references that seem applicable to the destruction while Marcus published an article shortly thereafter that seemed to celebrate the attack.  So Dylan’s actions seem to point to revolutionary ends.

Now, as Dylan was touring the world from the Sixties through the present he may have been a courier connecting global revolutionary activity.  It would not have been wise to communicate by phone or internet in later years as phones and electronics are easily tapped so it would be necessary to communicate by hand delivered messages.  Such services would have been invaluable while coded messages in songs or interviews on radio and television appearances are possible.  Eric Burdon formerly of the Animals was arrested by the German authorities on that suspicion.

You don’t get awards just for being cute.