How The West Was Lost

September 20, 2017

The Past Is Prologue:

How The West Was Lost

by

R.E. Prindle

 

The following is a quote from Vo. V of Mark Sullivan’s great social history, Our Times. The quote is a critique of Woodrow Wilson’s politics:

Of the effects of (WWI) on America, by far the most fundamental was our submission to autocracy in government. Every male between 18 and 45 had been deprived of freedom of his body – for refusing or evading the surrender, 163,738 were apprehended and disciplined, many by jail sentences. Every person had been deprived of freedom of his tongue, no one could utter dissent from the purpose or the method of war – for violating the sedition act, 1597 persons were arrested. Every business man was shorn of dominion over his factory or store, every housewife surrendered control of her table, every farmer was forbidden to sell his wheat except at the price the government fixed. Our institutions, the railroads, the telephones and telegraphs, the coal mines were taken under government control—the list was complete when, after the war and preceding the Peace Conference, Wilson took control of the trans-Atlantic cables. The prohibition of individual liberty in the interest of the state could hardly be more complete. “In the six months after our entry into the war the United States had been transformed from a highly individualistic system…into what was almost a great socialistic state in which the control of the whole industry, life and purpose of the nation was directed from Washington. It was an amazing transformation, for nothing like it had ever been attempted before on any such scale, and the process was wholly antipathetic to our ordinary ways of doing things.” It was the greatest submission by the individual to the state that had occurred in any country at any time. It was an abrupt reversal of the evolution that had been under way for centuries. Since the Magna Charta, substantially all political change had been in the direction of cumulative taking of power from the state for the benefit of the individual. Now in six months, in America the state took back, the individual gave up, what had taken centuries of contest to win.

It was not merely that we had passed through the experience of enforced submission or voluntary surrender or both. The results remained with us. Government had learned that we could be led to do it, had learned the technique of bringing the individual to give up his liberty, the cunning of propaganda, the artfulness of slogans, and the other methods for inciting mass solidarity and mass action, for causing majorities to insist on conformance by minorities.

The purpose for which we did this, as described by the one who urged us to it and led us into it was “the destruction of every arbitrary power anywhere,” “ to make the world safe for democracy,” a purpose to save the peoples of all nations, including and especially Germany, from autocratic government; a purpose to have the individualist ideal of society…triumph in a struggle against the ideal of regimentation….

That purpose reviewed fifteen years later in the light of what had meantime happened in the world, seemed very ironic indeed – Germany and Italy under dictators, Russia under a dictatorship called proletarian but more extreme in its deprivation of individual liberty than any personal dictator or absolute monarch attempted, American industry and social organization in the beginning of what was aimed toward regimentation. (Roosevelt administration.) End of quote’

 

Thus Wilson’s socialist politics violently wrenched Americans from a history of freedom into one of servitude. The people who aided Wilson in his attempt at a dictatorship and socialist organization of society did not disappear when Harding was elected. The Council On Foreign Affairs was set up in 1921 on Wilsonian principles. They continued in their attempt to shape America into a socialist state hindered by the three Republican presidents of the twenties, finally getting their man FDR elected in 1932. They then, the same Wilsonian crowd, returned to power setting about to complete what Wilson had begun.

Much of their program was achieved but hindered by the Second World War and Roosevelt’s death. Then began a long clandestine effort to change American mores. They seized moral control so that any who dissented from their program was labeled as anti-social, a racist or whatever. Then, when Obama was elected their man was in the Office again. Obama immediately set about to reestablish the Wilsonian dictatorship. He made great strides but the CFR wished to proceed more or less Constitutionally so they allowed an election fully expecting it to be between their two candidates Jeb Bush and Hillary Clinton. A wild card, Donald Trump, unexpectedly ‘stole’ the election. Had Hillary been elected she would have been able to complete the socialist revolution clamping the Wilsonian dictatorship on us.

Currently they are involved in discrediting Pres. Trump in preparation for forcing him to resign as they did Richard Nixon. I’m sure they will succeed.

A Review:

David Amram’s Vibrations and Offbeat

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Amram, David: Downbeat: Thunder’s Mouth Press, 2002

Amram, David: Vibrations, original MacMillan’s 1968, this issue Thunder’s Mouth Press 2001

Wakefield, Dan: New York In The Fifties, Houghton, Mifflin/Seymour Lawrence, 1992

 

While apparently but few have ever heard of David Amram yet he was a significant figure in the Sixties and beyond. He was or is a musician, French Horn player and composer. A couple of his movie soundtrack credits, The Manchurian Candidate and Splendor In The Grass of the Fifties give some indication of his recognition in the entertainment world although having seen both movies I had no idea he scored them while Imdb gives credit to Amram and Irving Berlin and Grass to a Euphemia Allen. So there you have it.

No one to whom I have mentioned him has ever heard of him. As I was in the record business in the Sixties and Seventies I knew the name but nothing more. I don’t recollect selling any of his records or even carrying them. I called his name up on Amazon’s Echo or Alexa and listened to a couple hours of stuff a couple of times and while the music is pleasant enough I find it undistinguished.

My attention for this review was brought to me because his book Offbeat is a record of his association with Jack Kerouac the author and founder of the Beats. I will deal with the association in the appropriate place. Vibrations, David’s first book, is a discussion of his life from birth in 1930 to his thirty seventh year in 1967, the book was published in 1968. Vibrations is a very interesting psychological study whether the reader has heard of Amram or not.   As of this writing (8/2/17) he is still living at 87 years and looking very presentable. Significantly he doesn’t call Vibrations an autobiography but a memoir.

David was born in Feasterville, Pennsylvania, where he spent his early years on a farm until his father took a war job and moved the family to Washington DC in 1942, the move was very traumatic for twelve-year old David who loved his life on the farm and never recovered from losing it. Later in life he would buy a farm.

The move to DC was especially traumatic because his family moved into a house in what was called a checkerboard neighborhood, that is a mixed Negro and White area. David and his family were themselves Jewish. The central childhood fixation that governed David’s life was when he entered Gordon Jr. High. He describes the experience in detail and since it is so important to the telling of his story I will quote in full, pp. 17-18:

A few days later I entered Gordon Junior High School. Because I had just come from a small rural school, Gordon Junior High seemed enormous. The playground alone was larger than the entire school area in the country. The atmosphere was completely different because of the large number of students, the fact that it was a southern school and the air of seething violence that seemed to be everywhere. The atmosphere of violence was constant and when it erupted the teachers as well as the students seemed to take the idea of fighting for granted.

The moment I arrived I saw three or four serious fights in the school playground.

Six or seven boys were holding someone’s arms behind him while he was being smashed and stomped by two or three others. I was used to being in fights myself, but at least we used to go at it one at a time and when I got to be a good fighter myself, the fights finally stopped. But I noticed that here the parents of some of the smaller kids led them right into school or they came in with older kids who served as protection. It took me a little while to realize there were several organized gangs in the school, including one called the Foggybottom Gang. My sister was going to boarding school in Florida because of her health. I was sure glad she didn’t have to through this with me. When we had gone to school in the country she used to lie down on the floor of the car on the way home so the kids wouldn’t see her. She was terrified then because of the abuse I used to take being called a Jew. I had gotten used to it, but she never could.

But there at least she was safe on the floor of the car. In 1942 at Gordon Junior High no one was safe. Even teachers- those who couldn’t fight back- were in danger of being punched pummeled kicked or even knifed. It was a madhouse and I enjoyed every minute of it. I had never liked school anyway except for music and sports, so the chaotic conditions in the classroom, with kids yelling and insulting the teachers, setting their desks on fire, throwing snowballs with razors and rocks inside, fighting and even one student being pushed out the window- it all seemed wonderful and exciting to me. By the third day I felt at home. The classes were so backward that in about thirty minutes I could do all my homework and spend the rest of the afternoon practicing the piano or playing in the back with Walter and some other kids I met.

The fifth day in school I was coming from the science class when a boy named Joe punched me on the shoulder and almost knocked me down.

“Watch that, Joe.” I said.

He seemed surprised that I knew his name. “How do you know my name?” he said.

Suddenly the casual group behind him seemed to become an organized gang standing stiff and hostile. All the kids behind me also stopped and in a few seconds later the immediate rumble was inevitable.

“Never mind how I know your name, just watch who you’re pushing,” I said. With that he threw a right at me. Because I was expecting something like this, I slipped his punch. Next he hit me in the left shoulder, spinning me half around. Then he leaped for me and I caught him with my right elbow in the stomach, hit him three or four times in the face put my leg behind him, hit him on the Adam’s apple and knocked him backward into a locker. He didn’t feel like fighting anymore.

Then all of a sudden, one of the larger teachers materialized out of nowhere, hit me in the face and knocked me down. He then proceeded to knock four or five other students as well while everyone else scattered. I was stunned. Kids who hadn’t even had anything to do with the fight were lying on the floor, wondering what had happened. He pulled up and marched us up to the principal’s office. While we were waiting for the principal to come out, another teacher was rushing down the hall, yelling for the teacher to get to another class where a serious fight was going on. He left and by the time the principal came back, Joe and some of the other students had slipped out of the office leaving just one other boy and myself. The principal was a kindly old man in his seventies and obviously was nearly ready to retire. His name was Mr. Winston, a sweet old man with white hair, a white mustache, stooped and worn out by all the years in Washington’s public school system and very upset about the chaos that had developed since the war began and the younger teachers were all away.

“Boys,” he said in a genteel southern moan, “The good Lord didn’t put you on earth to act like animals. Fighting is for an animal, not for gentlemen. I want you two boys to shake hands and promise never to fight no more.”

“But I wasn’t even fighting,” said the other poor boy, about to break into tears.

“Don’t sass me son, I don’t even want your name. Just don’t let me see you in here again with fights. I don’t know what’s happened to the school and to young people today. In my day people would fight each other fair and square, out behind the schoolhouse. It’s just with the fathers away, there doesn’t seem to be any discipline.” He looked through his thick glasses at both of us almost expecting us to sympathize with him. “All right, boys,” he said wearily, “you all go back to your classes and don’t let me see you in here again.”

We got up and left and went back to our classes. After a hysterical Latin class, during which the teacher, a kindly woman in her fifties with an incredible case of dandruff, was shouted down and almost knocked to the floor by one of the students, I left in disgust. I knew you weren’t going to learn anything that way. Outside I saw Joe and the members of the Foggy Bottom Gang waiting. I noticed that two of them had knives, which I could see glinting in the sun. They were not switchblades but the kind of knife used for shucking oysters in Chesapeake Bay, easy to hide in your pants and very sharp. I had heard of several stabbings the year before, and I didn’t want to be the first victim of the new academic year, so I went out the back way through the boiler room and walked home.

And David says he loved that and was right at home. Apart from pretty spectacular total recall the story sets out the problem of Black and White relations from then on. Of course the effect of this incredible first week at school was very traumatic for David fixating him it would seem with a variation of the Stockholm syndrome. Nor was this an isolated incident but the ‘normal’ situation that would go on for years, his entire youth, in David’s checkerboard neighborhood.   While seeming to maintain a rigid separation between his Black and White identities as well as White and Jewish identities his primary identity seemed to be White during this period while he sank into a medium grade depression. He immersed his mind in music to escape his desperate situation and his music the rather odd combination of French Horn and Negro Jazz. Probably the French Horn was a desperate clinging to his White identity.

But, first let us put his situation into a perspective that must lead to the Supreme Court decision of Brown vs. The Board Of Education. The Brown decision assumed that schools were not segregated and that there was no experience to indicate what the result of integration would be. Yet, here in DC in the forties and probably the thirties one has a sociological situation that indicates precisely what the result would be. There was no need for guesswork.

The Supreme Court justices who would make the Brown decision had integration information on the residential level that was horrendous. Eventually all the White people would leave DC or were driven out by the Negroes and DC became something of a cauldron of crime. One in which even Negroes were desperate to escape.

The schools were such that, as in Amram’s case he was terrorized for life but the White fantasy was that no resistance by Whites should be offered to the atrocities. Now, this was not just young Negroes mixed with young Whites. In high schools grown men were entered as students who then directed the young Negroes in terrorizing the Whites to gain control and dominance. Thus,. Whites were taught or required to accept the criminal behavior quietly or they would be charged with the horrendous crime of ‘racism’. If they fought back win or lose they would be charged as the aggressors and have their young lives destroyed, sacrificed on the altar of integration. The saying then and now was ‘you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet. Interestingly David has a song with the refrain, ‘all my eggs are broken.’

Any rational White person could see and understand the result of forced integration. Whites were being denied equality and their rights, essentially enslaved to the Negroes. The Whites of the South against whom the Brown decision was actually directed with their long experience with the Negro were clear as to the outcome. If nothing else they had this sociological experiment in DC before their eyes as well as the deplorable conditions in Northern schools which were already integrated. It was quite obvious that integration would lead to disintegration of society so it must be obvious that the intent of the Supreme Court justices was the disintegration of society.

The Southern Whites therefore put up a stout resistance refusing to accept the Justices’ decision which, after all, was merely the Justices’ intention. It would take the Executive to enforce the decision. This led then President Eisenhower to his decision to mobilize army troops and if tanks were not used my memory projected them on the scene. These were regular Army bearing arms to conduct a Negro Student into Little Rock’s Central High School.

Of course, the propaganda value of a switchblade bearing six foot four, two hundred pound Negro giant being led by an army squad into the high school was nil. Not being totally ignorant of propaganda effects, as their model student they chose a petite little girl in a pink pinafore and pigtails to be escorted by appropriately huge soldiers bearing arms. Resistance at that point was futile and Little Rock’s Central High was turned into the same hell hole that David Amram experienced at DC’s Gordon Jr. High. Rape and turmoil.

In today’s schools, one doesn’t see too many petite Negro girls wearing pink pinafores with their hair in pigtails. The propaganda effect of Eisenhower’s action was that the US government valued Negroes over Whites and that has been proven in the sequel. No integrated school today is an educational institution. Today, however, as well as knives, guns are much in use, so students pass metal detectors on the way to classes. Was Brown an improvement in race relations? As the current situation was predictable it must have been according to plan.

David Amram endured this torture all through Jr. High and High School. He must have needed some escape and he found it in his music allowing him to retreat into the safety of his own mind. Trapped in a Negro culture the music given him to express himself was Negro jazz. However the instrument he chose was the French Horn which is not a jazz instrument. He might have done better to have chosen the saxophone or trumpet if he had really chosen to excel as a jazz musician. Rather the French Horn was his rather obvious connection to his White heritage. He carried it around with him like a child and his security blanket.

Perhaps in an effort to gain some security he sought the company of Negro musicians who accepted him and his French Horn although they usually remarked: ‘Hmm, a French Horn, you don’t see those much in jazz bands.’ I never have. David must have been a semi-comical figure on the band stand. ‘Who’s the dude with the French Horn?’ Thus he had a presence in the DC area.   I presume he graduated high school although he says that what with the constant chaos in class the academic standards weren’t too demanding. Sufficient to say he attained a degree of competence on his symbolic French Horn.

I suspect that he was a mental wreck by his late teen years. The military draft had not been discontinued after the war so the probable necessity of serving in the military loomed before him. He solved this problem by volunteering just as the Korean War burst upon the scene.

Following so quickly on the heels of the Second World War the Korean War, referred to as a ‘police action’ had a psychologically disturbing effect on society especially just after the Soviet Union exploded their own atomic bomb in 1949, relying heavily on US spies. The idea that Americans would betray the country to Russians was very traumatic, causing a lot of self-doubt. It shook the country to its foundations.

-II-

David was fifteen when WWII ended and he probably graduated high school in 1948. The Korean War began in June of 1950. The military draft was still in effect so rather than wait to be called up David volunteered for a two year tour of duty in the Army. Joining the Army also got him out of DC a movthat might have been more difficult otherwise. For the first time since Jr. High, then, he was removed from a Negro environment. The military at the time was averse to social experiments so there were few Negroes in the Army. The Army, of course, had had Negro regiments since the Civil War but they had White officers and were not integrated otherwise. The Navy had never had Negro sailors except for Stewards and other service personnel and would evade integration until 1957.

While his memoir balances David’s Negro, Caucasian and Jewish heritages it must have been true that the Negro characteristics of his heritage dominated his personality at the time. He was clearly a hipster and may have been what Norman Mailer called a White Negro. Certainly his speech must have been heavily Negro and hipster, or cat, to use an alternate term.

At any rate with his trusty French Horn tucked under his arm he began his military experience. As luck would have it he was not sent to Korea but to the other side of the world to monitor the Germans and keep the Soviets on their side of the Iron Curtain. The fear of an invasion of Europe by the Soviets kept people on edge along with the A-bomb.

Psychologically his Army service must have been a healing period for David’s mind even if the military experience is nearly as traumatic as David’s DC Negroland life. But, the Army would probably have been less dangerous to navigate. And then, at twenty he was older and more able to deal with things.

To compare my own experience of a very difficult childhood that left me with certain psychological impairments and my military experience following immediately after high school graduation I was removed from the scene of my youthful pressures, and, even though under the stresses of the military, my mind began healing as soon as I left the scene of their creation so about eight months on the worst psychological effects lifted much to my relief. I’m sure that happened to David also because like me he spent the next decade or so in the process of realizing not only his White heritage but even more deeply his Jewish heritage. At this period he became a Jew. Indeed, his memoir that carries his life only up to the age of 37 was a record of that journey of realization.

David’s descriptions of his states of mind and person are presented only incidentally. There are no detached descriptions and no analysis. So looking through his narrative one sees a beat up hommey running very nearly on auto-pilot, unkempt, close to dirty, making his way through the army. His trusty French Horn removes him from the more onerous aspects of army life into a twilight zone of musical misfits forming the Seventh Army Band.

As David describes the band they are one subversive lot, refusing to wear their uniforms properly while evading all other regulations to the best of their ability. It should be noted that most were draftees and not regular Army. There was always conflict between those coerced to serve and the regulars who chose military service as their vocation, so his group wasn’t too far out of line. David describes how he grew his hair as long as possible carefully stuffing it under his hat. I know where that’s at. I too was I wouldn’t say rebellious, bur resentful, not only of the Navy but of life, I too grew my hair as long as possible and stuffed it under my hat.

I hadn’t his congenial atmosphere but I’m sure that being in with these musicians eased his two years which in different circumstances might have been disastrous. With a better frame of mind his tour of duty would have been delightful as the band toured Europe giving concerts thereby living the high life compared to foot troops.

Somewhat rescued from himself David was discharged into the world in 1953 having contributed his two years to the destiny of America. However he was still an ill man suffering the after effects of Washington DC. Consequently unable to face returning to that future he chose not to return to the United States taking up residency in Paris instead.

He was still a beat up hommey hence he chose the Bohemian way of life. While he wallowed in his misery his intention was still to reclaim the Feasterville life he enjoyed before his disastrous removal to DC. Thus, after gathering his psychological bearings to some extent he returned to the US landing in NYC in 1955. Having no desire to return to the horrific memories of DC he found his way to Greenwich Village and the Boho way of life.

-III-

From 1955 when David Amram returned to the US from Europe to 1966 when he climbed the mountain of respectability to become the resident composer of the New York Philharmonic was a short eleven years, only a decade. For the major part of those years David was a dirty, ragged Bohemian who most frequently offended his friends by his appearance and the rat holes he lived in, by his own admission. His depression must have been fairly deep yet he avoided drugs in a druggy atmosphere, stayed fairly sober and worked like the devil.

He had been advised that composing music would be his deliverance rather than his horn playing. Indeed, while David assures us that he was a superior horn player a professional shows up, befriends him, and gives him lessons on horn playing to correct his defects. Regardless then of David’s self-evaluation capable horn players thought he needed help. Composing was to be his meal ticket.

Now, let us concentrate on the subject of Amram’s second book, Offbeat, concerning his relationship with the writer Jack Kerouac. I’m sure that most people will recognize Kerouac as the author of the Beat bible, On The Road. Perhaps some of those know that Kerouac wrote reams of material throughout a couple dozen books. Critics at the time castigated the writer as close to worthless. I have to agree with them although I have to say that Kerouac is one of the all time greatest word slingers. The words slip mellifluously from his pen but with small content. His books are the equivalent of well produced B movies. For me they always leave a bad taste. I mean, he wrote about bums.

Kerouac had a difficult time getting On The Road published. Indeed from the time he wrote the book to its publication he wrote ten other unpublished books and he didn’t stop there. I was probably among the first to read On The Road. The Beats, of which Kerouac is considered the originator, were considered to be revolutionary, but as unsavory types they succeeded indirectly. Revolution was in the air in the Fifties through the Sixties and it permeated my time in the US Navy just before the beginning of 1957 through 1959.

My ship was leaving for a Pacific tour of duty at the end of the summer of 1957. Just before we shoved off, this is true, a sailor on the dock passed a blue bound advance copy to our Communist Yeoman telling him this was an important book for the revolution. I missed what was revolutionary about it reading only about a bunch of footloose losers. It was talked about aboard ship however and it changed attitudes.

Subsequently the book became a bible of sorts for a certain type of guy. I could never understand why but it was a major influence on their attitude toward life.

So, Offbeat is a three hundred page book about Jack and David’s relationship. David met him in 1956 just as the Beat movement was about to surface nationwide. According to David in Offbeat their relationship was intense; at times one can almost believe that they were married. David says that he wrote the book at the insistence of a friend who thought Dave’s experiences were too valuable to go unrecorded. However, in Dave’s six hundred page memoir Vibrations Kerouac gets only a couple mentions with no indication of an involved relationship, not even a hint of Kerouac’s significance. Where the truth lies, from my reading is indeterminate. Nonetheless certain indisputable facts are recorded.

In 1959 Kerouac wrote the script for a movie titled Pull My Daisy. A short film of twenty minutes. David was asked to score the film. His accounts between Downbeat and Vibrations vary wildly. In Downbeat he says Jack asked him to score it; in Vibrations he says Leslie and Frank did. I would imagine most people have not heard of the movie, Pull My Daisy. David makes it sound like a major cultural event. I have watched part of it. I left off maybe halfway through. David who is a real booster of anything his friends did thought it was terrific.

For those immersed in the Beat period it may be of interest to see their heroes in action. Ginsberg, Corso, Amram, they’re all there in their beatnik glory. For my tastes they looked like a bunch of bums goofing around a dump of a house. In Variations David gives credit for the film to the artist Alfred Leslie and the filmmaker Robert Frank. Leslie was an artist, apparently of some renown, I have to confess I have never heard of him, he has a couple of published collections, while Robert Frank has a reputation as an early ‘experimental’ filmmaker. Having become somewhat familiar with various experimental films I find them more self-indulgent than impressive.

In Offbeat David characterizes the performance as improvisational to the nth degree, the actors cutting up in totally undisciplined disarray. In Variations he portrays the filming as carefully planned by Leslie and Frank. Indeed Leslie ‘revealed’ in 1968 that while the production was thought to be improvisational it was actually carefully plotted. You’d have to read the sources to make up your own mind. Offbeat seems the most reasonable approach to me.

It is a silent film with no dialogue but Kerouac does a voice over completely improvised according to David while David improvises the musical background as Kerouac speaks. He says Kerouac and he were satisfied with the result while Leslie and Frank wished to make several takes to get the best possible results. Kerouac and Amram who value extemporaneity more than a hoped for perfection demur but agree to one more take and then refuse any further effort.

In Variations David says the he reworked his music separately seeking perfection corroborating Leslie’s 1968 revelation. There does seem to be a clash of ideals that reduces the integrity of David’s two texts while casting doubt on the veracity of his memories.

Dan Wakefield in his 1992 memoir, New York In The Fifties makes mention of Amram, usually positive and even admiring, as a spreader of sunshine so I suspect David of speaking well, putting things in their best light for the occasion rather than strict accuracy. This is nowhere more evident than in his account of poetry readings. He credits Kerouac and himself as introducing musically accompanied readings to Bohemia in New York. This is probably true as Kerouac and Ginsberg had been doing the same in San Francisco. I think he gives too much credit also to the quality of the poets and their poetry. I attended a coupe readings in North Beach, San Francisco and came away singularly unimpressed with the poetry although the social scene was nice.

For some delightful accounts of poetry reading in the New York of the Sixties Ed Sanders of the Fugs has wonderful accounts in his Tales Of Beatnik Glory. There are also some filmed readings on the internet, but without the ambience of being in the audience it’s not the same thing.

While David is great for waxing enthusiastic about his relationship with his horn he fades away on the historical background of his activities. For instance, he mentions the jazz bar the Five Spot as being important but fails to give context. Dan Wakefield on the other hand found the Five Spot so significant that he goes into great detail even providing some information on its ambiance. In fact, those places, jazz clubs, were holes requiring a great deal of enthusiasm for jazz to endure the environment.

I never visited any NYC jazz clubs during the day but I did pay a visit to the Blackhawk in San Francisco. The Blackhawk was one of the premier jazz clubs in the country. Let me say from the outset that I am not a jazz buff. The depression, pain and rage that underlies the music is offensive to my tastes, especially the classic jazz of the Fifties. The Negro artists of the Fifties were sui generis. As they aged they were never replaced although that fact seems to have gone unnoticed. Jazz began withering during the Sixties, was commercialized in the seventies and eighties and what remains is probably formulaic today.

The mystique of the Negro players was incredible. If the Blackhawk was any indication the club was a church for jazzists and the players were its high priests. Essentially they could get away with anything in those dark nasty hypnotic caves. The Negro artists were themselves worshipped by the Whites. Dan Wakefield tells the following story of one of the highest of the priesthood Charlie Mingus, p. 309:Mingus was a figure all right, and could be as dramatic and surprising off stage as on. The novelist and screenwriter Rudy Wurlitzer will never forget the time he took a beautiful girl to the Five Spot when he was nineteen years old. “I wanted to impress her,” he says. “Mingus was playing, and I could tell he noticed the girl- everyone noticed her. When the last set was over, Mingus came up to our table and took out a pair of handcuffs. He didn’t say a word, just clamped one of the handcuffs on his own wrist and then clamped the other on the wrist of my date. She didn’t say anything, and he pulled up her arm, so she stood up, and then they walked out the door together, neither of them saying anything.”

Of course, the important thing here is that Wurlitzer made no protest, he acquiesced in her abduction although he was responsible for her safety. No one else in the jazz church said anything either. The high priest had his prerogatives. That and the mystique accorded to the Magic Negro.

Indeed, Amram, Wakefield and others were all working hard for the integration of the bands themselves, perhaps thinking that was a panacea for something. Wakefield himself, accounts the advent of the Beatles in 1964 as the disruption of the integration dream and perhaps the beginning of the end for jazz. Certainly, the musical priesthood was transferred from Negroes to Whites when the Beatles became the high priests. As Wakefield complains, the Beatles and the bands following from England were all White. So, while there were a few exceptions in Rock- Jimi Hendrix- that jazz dream was destroyed. It should be noticed that there is a Hendrix church. Negro energy was transferred to the all Black soul bands of the Sixties led by Detroit’s Motown label.

According to Wakefield the Lit., Music and Art crowds of Greenwich Village were separate, the artists favoring the Cedar Tavern, the Literature crowd the White Horse Tavern and the music crowd the Village Vanguard and other spots. The Folk crowd was not prominent in Wakefield’s mind during the Fifties for some reason. They were certainly there. Wakefield says that while most crowds stuck to respective groups Amram was a curiosity as he moved freely through all groups with a reputation as Mr. Sunshine.

Indeed, he was something of a touch giving small sums of money to anyone who asked for it. He complains about being broke while at the same time he says that he gave his money away, living in digs few would tolerate. If his sweater, of which he speaks so lovingly, hadn’t been so raggedy, worn and smelly he would have given that off his back to anyone willing to take it. A real St. Francis. He must, then, have had many acquaintances who would speak well of him in place of returning the loans.

In addition to pushing for integrated bands and racial harmony David rediscovered his own racial roots in Judaism. A synagogue beneath his window whose religious music rose through it awakened his interest through its mournful dirge answering to his own depression as jazz did. Consequently David offered to compose sacred music for the services, which music was well received. Thus his ties to Judaism were revived.

As a composer he composed furiously, able to turn out reams and reams of compositions. Now, the Fifties, they were not a dull time unless, of course, you were dull, although my own familiarity with the later years was disrupted by entering the Navy, losing contact with those critical years for the future; I was in exile, as it were, in the military. Nevertheless, so-called world music began after WWII in the nascent Folk music scene by the group called the Weavers led by the ever present Pete Seeger. Wakefield seems to have ignored the Folkies but Folk was very largely White as well as Rock music and the two actually coalesced in the Sixties.

After the War it seems like there were hundreds of songs celebrating the charms of far away places with strange sounding names. Martin Denny’s LP The Quiet Village was a whole album of songs celebrating exotic tropical paradises.

At this time also Electra Records began a series of LPs of ethnic musics that was very in with the knowing, the avant guard. On its Nonesuch label Electra issued two terrific albums of Balinese Gamelon music including the memorable Ramayana Monkey Chant, a real listening experience. A Bulgarian record was much revered and well as several others. The African record Missa Luba is a not to be missed classic. That’s only if you are of the ilk otherwise you won’t appreciate such discs

So, David was a leader of this Travel Poster Crowd. Travel posters of far away place were de riguer on everyone’s walls especially after the Boeing 707 changed international travel in 1959. David Amram was riding the wave of a future on that score even though jazz was emitting a dying moan. By the seventies these Fifties jazz artists were so passe that a record producer by the name of Creed Taylor fashioned a line of easy listening records employing various of these old passe Negro players with reputations as a front to legitimize his easy listening and he made a fortune. There’s gold out there you just have to know where to find it. It was the end of an era.

David then had conquered all musical worlds except for the White world of classical music. As I see it he had made a million friends with his zippity doo dah attitude expecially and most importantly in the Jewish religious world.

The background story here is unknown or, at least, undiscovered by me. The New York Philharmonic had never had a resident composer but in 1966 the position was created for David. David was appreciative and by his account overwhelmed and well he might be. There appears to have been a great gulf between what he was doing and the professional world of the New York Philharmonic of Leonard Bernstein.

The impression one gets is that the Philharmonic gave into pressure from somewhere to create a respectable paying position for Dave. In doing so, of course, they enabled him to rise from his declassed state caused by his entrance into DC’s Gordon Jr. High. He now became a man of all classes and was enabled to regain his lost self-respect. He probably would never fit in to the over world because of the underclass characteristics he had acquired in his long and traumatic exile among the subteranneans.

If I had to guess as to how he was offered his newly created position I think it would be his association with the rabbis and his sacred compositions for them. The upper music world of New York is almost all Jewish. Leonard Bernstein himself, then the conductor of the Philharmonic, was himself Jewish and subject to pressure from the rabbis. I’m guessing it was all in the synagogue, but David realized his goal and immediately commemorated it in his memoir. David was only thirty-seven, living today at 87 his life wasn’t even half over.

-IV-

Up to 1967 David’s is an American story. A collection of racial, ethnic and religious heritages to be reconciled: in his case White American, Jew and Negro. The conflation of all three could have destroyed David’s life but he had what it took to blast through to salvation. Salvation to at least 1967, the sequel remains to be seen. David continues his story in a 2008 book he titles Upbeat: Nine Lives Of A Musical Cat. I have yet to read that but I may report on it when I do.

David grew up under a Melting Pot hope of immigration. Under that fantasy the immigrants would gradually assimilate themselves to Anglo-American mores, forget their antecedents and then the US would be a great big harmonious happy family Anglo Saxon family because Anglo-Saxons had discovered he secret of governing. One fault to that theory was that Negroes weren’t immigrants and the Melting Pot theory didn’t include the Negro race. No matter what happened the Negro problem would be insoluble.

The theory also broke down because some immigrant groups wished to impose their mores on the Anglo-Saxons rather than those of the Anglo-Saxons on them. Chief among those were those of David’s Jewish heritage. As it was their intention to impose their mores made it necessary to dissolve the Melting Pot into its constituent parts and then reassemble them under the Jewish aegis. Thus for several years after 1945 it became a custom to have various national festivals in which people dressed in their national dress and did a couple dances. That didn’t last too long because under American conditions it was humiliating; we were supposed to be one and for most other national customs really had no place. The time for that sort of celebration had passed.

David’s Negro heritage was a more convenient lever for disintegration as well as his Jewish heritage itself. Lest we have confusion let me say I share David’s three heritages, as do all Americans whether they realize it or not, plus a heritage of the orphanage and several lesser ones, most notable Polish an English but I consider myself American First, White second and devil take the hindmost. But, we all, because of immigration, share in each and every heritage. The Jews, the Negroes and whoever have given up any exclusivity to their heritage, like it or not.

As there was tremendous White guilt over slavery this was cultivated as the Negro question and was a great tool as witness the White girl Mingus abducted for sexual purposes no doubt and neither she nor her boyfriend nor anyone objected. No other race or nationality could have pulled that off. It is significant that Mingus knew he could. No one has to excuse his conduct because he was Black and objecting would make one a racist. Absolute nonsense. Injustice wherever it is found should be resisted.

It is also indicative of how society had disintegrated when David as a Jew, within the synagogue if I’m correct, had the job of resident composer created just for him.

America rather than being a Melting Pot was being created as diverse before our eyes consolidating under a Jewish aegis.

In order to do that it is necessary to destroy the symbols of power of the dominant culture. Thus, the well documented War on Christmas, reducing it from a national custom to a parochial one, depriving Anglo-Saxon of the notion that America is Christian. This, even though the Jews are only two percent of the population. In the last couple of years any symbol ‘offensive’ to a non-White culture such as statues, trademarks etc. are being forcibly removed by sub-cultures. Not only the Confederate flag but the US flag itself is under assault. The law, the Supreme Court Justices, enforces minority rights against the majority. Since the election of Trump resistance to these encroachments has become permissible but not legal.

The problem is not that sub-cultures want their own monuments that exist along side traditional monuments, names, titles, whatever but that the dominant culture and its monuments shall be replaced by the minority cultures and monuments.

Rather than follow that line of reasoning for the time being I think I will break off here and continue when I have read Amram’s Upbeat, see how the nine lives have worked out.

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…

The Red Octopus vs. The Nazi Hydra

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Back in the Red fifties when the term the Red Octopus was first used to describe Red efforts to seize what was humorously described as the free world we anti-Communists, as yet unnamed, were subjected to all kinds of abuse. ‘A Red under every bed.’ Communists behind the curtains, Communists everywhere, etc. They even wrote songs belittling us, the Chad Mitchell Trio’s John Birch Society. We were denounced as conspiratorial maniacs.

Well, the Reds have more or less succeeded in their revolution, it has happened here. Yet the Reds got used to being victims, they see themselves as downtrodden victims.

Victims need bullies. Hence bullyism is a hot topic of the day. There are only two kinds of people according to the Octopus, the righteous Libs and we evil bullies. I, Evil Bully. The term bully is too great a generalization lacking the human touch. A certain personalization is missing. Thus in the twenties and thirties in reaction to Communism Fascism and Nazism also known as Hitlerism arose.

One would think that WWII put paid to Nazism and Hitlerism not to mention Fascism. NO! They lived on in the Jewish imagination and the Jews gradually convinced all Europeans and White Americans that they were in fact Fascists and Nazis while individually all Little Hitlers, Ugly Americans. The Libs denied this as they considered themselves virtuous so they passed the buck to the deplorable Conservatives who eventually become the Nazi Hydra.

For out of that milieu a great conspiracy had slowly been developing in the mind of the Red Octopus, that of the Nazi Hydra. Thus all societies everywhere have bifurcated into Red Octopi or the Nazi Hydras. At this point the tentacles of the Red Octopus cover the globe but in between the tentacles of the Red Octopus the Nazi Hydra exists. If you locate one branch and lop off the head, while the Octopus seeks out other cells of this pernicious hateful conspiracy, the head grows back again. It’s like anti-Semitism the Hydra must exist to prove the virtue of the Octopus.

And then, just when the Red Octopus thought the Nazi Hydra was successfully contained a head was growing quietly in the disguise of a TV buffoon, the mighty Donald Trump. Throwing off his disguise the Hydra chief unlawfully seized the presidency of the United States of American from the chosen Hillary Clinton.

What had been scheduled to be a contest between the Bush Dynasty and the Clinton Machine became a free for all between the Hydra and the Octopus. Not much of a contest to all appearances. Mobilizing the forces of the free press and free media; a ferocious campaign was conducted in which the Hydra Trump was belittled and the Octopus Clinton enlarged. The polls said Clinton would win. To the ballot boxes! And when the dust had settled and the smoke had cleared there was the Hydra standing on Home Plate while the Octopus had tentacles covering third, second and first but 3+2+1 didn’t add up to a four bagger. Trump was president and Clinton was strumming her guitar and singing the blues, out of tune.

The Hydra couldn’t have won fairly said the Octopus. The Octopus didn’t know how the Hydra had cheated but he had to have, it was the only way he could have won. But how? Ah, the Russians, the Russians are coming they manipulated the election, it was the only way he could have won. But what proof was there?

To be continued…

Some Current Developments In Leftist Ideology

by

R.E. Prindle

Since Trump’s election the Left has had to make some rapid developments to its methods. Trump has freed the Real Americans to be able to express their opinions without fear or favor. Forced for the first time since, perhaps, 1945 to face an opposing freely expressed point of view the Left is definitely discombobulated. There is a scramble to adjust.

To begin with I quote a passage from Sunday’s (7/2/17) NYT magazine by a John Herrman.

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The American far right (now that’s the far right not just the right) has become remarkably adept at commandeering ideas from its enemies. Now it’s pulling off its trickiest switch yet: Billing itself as the new ‘alternative’ culture. By John Herrman   (Tricky little bastards aren’t they?)

Counter Offensive

An always-useful thought experiment is to imagine seeing all the media around you for the first time- consciously, like a teenager freshly awakened to the existence of politics or an artificial intelligence that has just blinked across some humanoid threshold. This is especially handy lately, in our strange moment of flux. A wide-eyed observer of today’s political media wouldn’t just see different voices and outlets with contrasting tendencies. It would see a disorienting game of rhetorical appropriation in which it is constantly unclear who stands for which principles and why.

An essential feature of the rise of Trumpism has been the brazen inversion, that trusty maneuver in which you wield your critics’ own values against them- say, borrowing the language of social justice to argue that the “oppressor” is actually oppressed or suddenly embracing progressive social causes in the service of criticizing Islam. It’s a blunt but effective rhetorical confiscation, in which a battle-ready right relishes its ability to seize, inhabit and neutralize the arguments and vocabularies of its opponents, reveling in their continued inability to formulate any sort of answer to the trusty old “I know you are, but what am I.”

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As you can see, Mr. Herrman believes there is no excuse for Conservatives and whatever they do is wrong. The very idea of challenging the Left’s point of view appalls Mr. Hermann, the filthy so and soes will actually stoop to ‘rhetorical appropriation’.!!! The Negroes through their spokesman, or rather person, I too live in a gender neutral universe, Ice Cube have recently appropriated the word ‘nigger’ for their own exclusive use. Only Negroes can use it; it is forbidden to others. Thus Norman Mailer’s use of the term ‘White Nigger’ is now off limits. Those books in which he used it must now be burned.

Here Mr. Hartman in his more than incoherent article seems to be suggesting that certain rhetorical usages, that encompass the whole dictionary, are off limits to Conservatives who are merely aping Liberals. (Let’s see how those rhetorical confiscatory bastards get along without a language.)

In another interesting development some law professors from Harvard and Yale have revealed that if Hillary had been elected to continue Obama’s policies that Conservatives would have been treated worse than ‘we’ treated the Germans in the aftermath of WWII. I’m telling ya this would have been worse than Sherman’s march through Georgia. The Left is always bloody minded.

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While ‘alternatives’ appropriate a Leftist term, historians are finally revealing the horrors of how ‘we’ did treat the Germans, that have not yet trickled down to the general public it is clear that Trump by his election has, temporarily at least, saved the Conservatives from a terrible fate. Thank God for the anti-third term law that prevented Obama from running again.

One can only say: God bless Donald Trump.

One should bear in mind and take seriously the fact that both Negroes and Jews (see Noel Ignatiev) mean to perpetrate a genocide of the White populations. Much of the elite also believe that the world is too populous and that about six billion should die. As preposterous as it may seem it can easily be done.

Consider food as a weapon. Communists in the Soviet Union during the twenties and thirties with the full compliance of Liberals throughout the world created an artificial famine in the Soviet Union during 1932-33-34 that claimed untold millions of lives through starvation while those that survived were crippled for the rest of their lives physically and mentally. This crime was successfully suppressed throughout Europe and America. If you’re in control of the media what gets out is only what you want to get out, hence, Pres. Trump’s war with the media. Back him.

A similar ‘experiment’ along those lines may be happening in Venezuela today that may result in the deaths of millions. The transfer of millions of people into Europe from the Middle East and Africa may result in a massive insurrection in which millions will die from warfare and more millions from the disruption of agriculture, starvation, and that within the next ten years. Vatic I know, but still probable.

Such a conflict continually stoked from outside would prevent peace while tens or even hundreds of millions of people die. Of course such a catastrophe would affect both Europeans and Moslems and Africans which would benefit who?

The conditions in Sweden now, today, is such that a Moslem insurrection could break out at any time. Even Denmark has set up a border watch to prevent Moslem insurgents from entering from Sweden. One on their Southern border with Germany wouldn’t hurt either.

Now, just as the Ivy League lawyers were ready to begin a massive elimination of Conservatives we must believe that these same people and their confederates are working to the same end in Europe and Canada as well as not having given up hope in the US.

Make no mistake, this is a do or die situation and must be taken seriously. I believe England and Europe are already lost. The time to tolerate Liberals and their policies is over. It is no longer necessary to be covert. Conservatives must stand up and say NO!

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.

Henry Ford

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.

FDRFranklin Delano Roosevelt

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.

 

 

Is There An Anti-Democratic

Movement In The US?

by

R.E. Prindle

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

 

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.

 

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