Magic, The Land Of Faerie

And The Liberal Mind

The March-April Issue Of Foreign Affairs:

A Discussion

by

R.E. Prindle

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The March-April issue of Foreign Affairs arrived and once again it is dedicated to the denunciation of President Trump.   As is well known Foreign Affairs is the propaganda arm of the Council On Foreign Relations. The CFR is not merely an informational service, it is also a potent influence within the government of the United States. Many members have even served as President of the United States. In fact, the last four presidents covering twenty-four consecutive years, that is Bush, Clinton, Bush, Obama and had Hillary Clinton been placed a full twenty-eight, possible thirty-two years. Time enough to indoctrinate two and half generations.

Thus it was a bitter disappointment for them when Donald Trump made a run around end to win the White House. His mere candidacy had unleashed an unceasing barrage of hatred and since he has been under siege defending himself against innumerable CFR sappers. The March-April issue continues the assault. The five themed articles under the heading Letting Go are: Trump’s Lucky Year, Why the Chaos Can’t Last, The World After Trump, How The System Can Endure, The Rise Of Illiberal Hegemony: Trump’s Surprising Grand Strategy, The Post-American World Economy: Globalization In The Trump Era and Giving Up The High Ground: America’s Retreat On Human Rights.

As is evident the Liberal ‘system’ that the CFR presidents were putting in place and which would have been completed by the election of Hillary Clinton has been disrupted by the election of Donald Trump who is, in fact, dismantling the whole Liberal CFR system. Hence, an article on how the system can endure, one imagines, behind the scene: the so-called Dark Government.

This raises the question of what beyond specific goals as outlined in Foreign Affairs is the Liberal mind set. In the larger scope of human history to what psychological reality, Weltanschauung motivates the Liberal mind.

Many theories have been advanced about the motivating forces that direct human activity. The Hegelian/Marxist view is of course based on economics. But underlying theories such as Marxism is the fundamental dichotomy of the spiritual vs. the material. The fantasy of life vs. the reality. The Liberal utopian based ‘spirituality’ vs. the Conservative naturalistic based view of reality. The soft-headed vs. the hard-headed.

In many ways the Liberal mind is magical in nature. The Liberal desires and magically creates a reality that assumes that the desire is fact.

Thus Adam S. Posen who wrote the article The Post-American World Economy: Globalization in the Trump Era projects on the one hand the desire of the Liberal post-WWII system while on the other unconsciously contrasts the reality. The very title The Post-American World Economy contradicts the assumption that the Post-WWII US world order is still in operation. So, possibly, Trump is merely destroying the Liberal mental fantasy. Negating the magic. Post-American posits an end to the US domination and, indeed, under Obama the CFR destroyed the dominant role of the US with the result that a number of more or less equals are now jockeying for position.

Mr. Posen begins his article with the illusory view of this so-called seventy year post-war Liberal world order.

In the aftermath of World War II the United States set about building a global, rules base economic order. At the heart of the order it put the Liberal values of free trade backed up by U.S. power and bolstered by its growing legitimacy among other countries, prevented most economic disputes from escalating into mutually destructive trade wars, let alone military conflict. That allowed even the smallest and poorest countries to develop their social and economic potential without having to worry about predation by strange neighbors. By taking much of the fear out of the global economy, the U.S. led order allowed market decisions to be driven by business not bullying.

Adam S. Posen, The Post-American World

Economy: Globalization in the Trump

Era, pp 28-38

Having been present at the creation and having lived through the whole period in varying degrees of cognizance, I can tell you that the above view of the seventy years is contradicted fully by my own experience and understanding.

The problems of our times have become more difficult. The fantasy of the American Century has passed. It is no longer about ‘things’ but one of attitudes of which most that are held are not realistic. There is at the base of the matter still the conflict between the ‘spiritual’ and the materialist views; that is, the longing for the magical supernatural Land of Faerie vs. Science , or the reality of matter, or put another way religion vs. science. Let us review the evolution of human consciousness.

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One must assume that early man was as unconscious as are wild animals today. In other words, early man had no rational explanation for external reality. And this extends back into hundreds of thousands, millions, of years of pre-Homo Sapiens existence. Presumably the more recent nomenclature homo sapiens, wise or knowledgeable man, indicates the beginning of consciousness of the world outside the mind. As it took until the twentieth century before psychologists began to significantly understand the working of the human mind it can be easily seen that the learning process was long and slow. Man was barely conscious of either his own mind or the world outside his mind, working with very little true knowledge he came up with some pretty bizarre explanations of how things functioned.

He invested all animate and inanimate objects with life and sensation. Thus he created the supernatural and the natural. The world was filled with invisible beings both good and bad. Gods and Devils, Faeries, Elves, Gnomes, Elementals. The air was packed with demons and angels and what have you. This was true down to and including the beginning of history and well beyond, even into the nineteenth century. Gods came and went, old gods died, gods who failed in their duties were discarded or transformed. Each people had their own gods. In the clash of peoples and therefore gods, peoples went under and with them their gods.

In this mental context I would like to examine the period in European history from 1100 to 1300, a very critical and rich period in Europe and the Middle East that would eventually affect the world when the European diaspora took place from c. 1400 to the beginning of the twentieth century.

By1300 the Catholic, that is the Universal, Church was the dominant supernaturally based force in Europe and the ME- Middle East. In order to confirm its position it had to eliminate all other supernatural belief systems. This was no easy task as other supernatural beliefs systems had the same credibility as the Christian and the Catholic Church was never completely successful. This was a wonderful period and I hope I can successfully display it with some justice.

There were many competing supernatural belief systems competing at this time, many remnants of old decayed and dying gods as well as their successors trying to establish themselves against the dominant Catholic Church.

The old Greco-Roman systems still survived in out the way places and pockets and even in the popular mind. The old Egyptian systems had been mutating since the Assyrian invasions of the seventh century BC. No longer with a national State to support the religion it had infiltrated Christianity to a degree and went on mutating over the centuries but was still a potent force as an element of the Catholic faith.

Of course the backbone of Catholicism came from the Jewish religious system through Christianity. The Catholic Church took over Jewish religious sites wholesale. Thus the erstwhile Jewish capital of Jerusalem became the holiest site of Christianity in Europe. With the founding of the Mohammedan religion of Arabia the so-called Holy City fell into non-Jewish-Christian hands.

As Europe reorganized and became somewhat unified under the Carolingian kings of France, the idea of the Holy City in Moslem hands became intolerable in Church eyes and so just prior to 1100 the Church instigated the idea of liberating Jerusalem giving the period under consideration the name of the Crusades.

This was done for supernatural reasons. On the European side one was under God and on the Moslem side one was under their deity who went by the name of Allah. Thus one had the War of the Gods.

The ME had always been a hotbed of competing supernatural religious ideas. Innumerable Gods and Goddesses. Some intriguing mental projections in the bargain. Generally speaking few if any had completely disappeared. If the actual religion has been suppressed the guiding ideas lived on.

The human mind has continued to evolve, that is consciousness, so that the internal unconscious mind has been enlightened toward a correct appreciation of the external world. That is, as Freud expressed it, the personality or mind is integrated when consciousness has illuminated the unconscious. The period under consideration was an important period in the evolution of consciousness. It should be remembered that any of these imaginary beings had equal validity in the consciousness of people of the times. God or Faerie, same thing.

The Aryan Land of Faerie has as much a claim to reality as did the God of the Jews, Isis of the Egyptians, Cybele, the God of the Christians, however as Jews and Christians were dominant the other imaginary deities were not disproved but ridiculed and suppressed. Thus, in this tremendous period of the Christian crusades to recapture the religious capital of Jerusalem there were many unintended consequences. The Crusades opened the gates to admit ideas from the other suppressed belief systems. Thus, the Cathar religion of Manichean sympathies had migrated West from Iran through the Balkans to gain a firm foothold in Southern France, also known as the Occitan.

This was a large trans-Alpine area including the Aquitaine. This area fostered the romances of King Arthur and the Round Table which was a Faerie kingdom. A land of magic and enchantment both anathema to Judeo-Christianity. The wonderful romances, far outshining the dull Jewish bible, were developed during the twelfth and thirteenth centuries.

Thus the Catholic Church was confronted by a number of competing belief systems. The Cathar problem was solved in the midst of the Middle Eastern crusades by a crusade against the Cathars. A genocidal war against the unfortunate Cathars was conducted by the French at the instigation of the Church. This involved an actual man hunt to destroy the Cathars root and branch. Apparently the Church remembered the Amalekites.

That solution was really easy for the Church but the Arthurian romances that involved England, France, Germany and associated peoples could not be dealt with so easily. Indeed, when the main assault came against the Church it would come from the three countries mentioned. They required boring from within, co-opting the ideology. Catholic writers thus chose to change the direction of the romances from a warrior cult to one of a quest for spiritual perfection. This was achieved through the introduction of the character of Galahad, the son of the nearly perfect but flawed knight, Lancelot of the Lake.

At the same time a French series of works called the Chansons de Geste- Songs of Adventure- were written to discredit the Land of Faerie. A key text along this line was an amazing story titled Huon of Bordeaux. Bordeaux was a key Cathar city, sort of the Faerie capital, bordering the the key Cathar stronghold of Mont Segur. Galahad ascended to heaven from that stronghold along with the Holy Grail to lay the Arthurian threat to rest.

Huon of Bordeaux introduces the king of the Faerie Land, Oberon. Oberon and God are in a contest to see which would most successfully aid Huon in his quest to exonerate himself from a punishment imposed by the ninth century king of France, Charlemagne. Bear in mind this was a contest between two imaginarily real gods, God and Oberon, king of the Faeries.

Huon, had violated chivalric protocol by successfully defending himself against Charlemagne’s evil son, killing him in the process. Charlemagne then banishes Huon, allowing him back only if he succeeds in a number of seemingly impossible feats in the Holy Land against a Moslem king. Huon doesn’t have a prayer, however passing through a forbidden forest in the Holy Land he is confronted by Oberon, king of the Faeries. This is equivalent to running into the Catholic God. Oberon, after extracting a number of vows, gives Huon a horn which if blown in dire straits Oberon will appear with a hundred thousand troops to rescue him. Huon is cautioned to never use it unless his situation is beyond redemption otherwise.

Huon is the light-headed sort so he blows the horn to test it. Oberon appears with his 100K troops but is miffed because Huon didn’t follow instructions. In any event Huon through Oberon’s aid performs the impossible tasks Charlemagne set him and returns to Bordeaux before returning to Paris and the king’s court as instructed. Another boo-boo in a long string of boo-boos. Huon could have been the prototype of Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Tarzan.

While absent from his home his brother Gerard had usurped his role and now refuses to give it up. Further adventures intervene but Charlemagne in the end comes to Bordeaux to receive evidences of Huon’s successes. Huon is unable to produce them as his brother has stolen them from him. At this time Oberon appears and magically exonerates Huon. As God had done nothing to help Huon one would think Oberon to be judged the greater than God but Huon irrationally chooses the ineffective God over Oberon even after Huon abdicates his kingship, and renounces Faerieland appointing Huon his successor. Right. Even though now King of Faerie Land Huon chooses to live happily ever after in his domain of Bordeaux while God is declared he victor in the contest with Oberon.

Meanwhile the Church was capturing the Arthurian Faerie Land so that as the fourteenth century began the Cathars, Faeries and the real life Knights Templar who had been associated with the Cathars had been disposed of. The Jews were suppressed and the Church and God were seemingly in control. However in the fifteenth century Constantinople, today’s Istanbul, was to fall to the Moslems releasing even more heretical ideas against the Catholic ideology that would result in the Enlightenment during which the European mind matured to the point where the scientific assumed prominence and scientific investigation began to reveal the true state of Nature. This development destroyed the basis of supernatural thinking placing all forms of the fantastic into defensive positions or beyond into fiction.

The Jews abandoned the idea of God, the Catholics refused to accept reality and Europeans who cherished the Faerie forced to blend the Faerie with science. That is to say, turn Faerie lands into fiction. Thus the Romantic Age took form in

Science continued to remove the Veil of Isis revealing nature to the human mind. The next big test was Darwin’s formulation of Evolution. The concept had been discussed for a hundred years previously but Darwin wrote the words that condensed evolutionary theory into fact. Romantics who had been holding on were now forced to adapt further. This adaptation produced the Second or Neo-Romantic who struggled in the face of scientific realities.

An interesting development occurred. Mankind refused to give up the supernatural. It would appear that the terrors of the real world required an imaginary refuge in which things could be controlled. Thus a transition from an imagined heaven or Faerie land began a conversion to an other world (parallel universe) that while equally unrealizable was equally comforting. The Pre-Raphaelites reached back into the past to idealize the world before the artist Raphael. From that beginning it blossomed into late nineteenth and early twentieth century novels. Among many others were the reactionary works of William Morris and the futuristic novels of the near great George Du Maurier. Du Maurier brought forward the Faerie projected into the future in a sort of science fiction.

In the US, L. Frank Baum created a modern fairy tale in his Land of Oz stories. This also meshed with the English Ruritanian novels of Anthony Hope and the US interpreter George Barr McCutcheon.

All these threads including Rider Haggard’s romantic African fantasies were brought together in the novels of the American Edgar Rice Burroughs. While not thought of as a Neo-Romantic, Burroughs was probably the greatest of the lot.

As a result of a brain injury as a young man Burroughs was capable of disappearing into his brain world to create amazing fictional realities.

His scientific background and romantic projections are nearly perfect blends. In his Tarzan series he employs Africa as a geographic reality but then transforms it into a romantic fairyland that could never exist. In his own way Burroughs character Tarzan is a reinvention of Oberon. This confused a lot of readers who insisted that the real Africa differed from Burroughs’ imaginary Africa. No contest.

For instance, Burroughs wanted to have tigers in Africa so he wrote them in to his Faerie Land. The magazine version of Tarzan of the Apes had tigers and made the story truly fabulous. However readers, being literal when their imaginations failed to embrace the flights of Burroughs’ fancy forced the writer to change the tigers to lions thereby wrecking the Faerie land Africa, this alternate reality that Burroughs wished to create. Burroughs himself was heavily influenced by the fairy tales of L. Frank Baum, with whom he became great friends, so that if you’ve read Baum and keep Oz in mind while reading Burroughs the stories take on an added dimension.

Burroughs didn’t stop with Tarzan and Africa but out of the same mind during the same period created another fairly land on Mars and another at the Earth’s core honoring the fabulous hollow Earth notion. Thus three complete Faerie lands.

Of course, there was already a fairly large body of Mars and space travel stories in existence but they took a fairly clumsy approach and turned it into a whole something else, sensational, perhaps, for the moment but without enduring appeal.

At the same time, early teens of the twentieth century, a man named Hugo Gernbach was taking science fiction to a whole new level beyond Burroughs that would result in the fantastic blossoming of sci-fi in the nineteen-fifties.

This was truly a romantic recreation of Faerie Land. Worlds beyond comprehension; the transformation of the Little Folk into space aliens of every description with their human counterparts. The true nature of sci-fi has been little appreciated.

The neo-Romantics of the second period also created the horror and fantasy genres that would dominate literature along with sci-fi. The two greatest and most enduring creations were the Frankenstein of Mary Bysshe Shelley of the first Romantic period and the greatest of the monsters, Bram Stoker’s vampire Dracula. Vampire stories had been around since Shelley’s friend Dr. Polidori wrote his short vampire piece. Varney the Vampire had made his appearance in mid-century England, attributed to Rymer but Stoker’s sensational novel formed the template for all future vampire stories including those of Anne Rice who was or is totally obsessed by the genre. Thus the supernatural transformed into quasi-scientific reality has survived to the present.

The Liberal mind evolved out of the Judeo-Catholic religious sphere, more specifically influenced by the Jewish aspects of the Old Testament, most especially by the notion of a people elected by god to rule mankind in his name. The notion is essentially amoral.

As the Jews are supposed to be creating God’s will on Earth, bringing his rule to all people they believe that means by any means necessary. That notion includes the elimination of whole peoples who may stand in the way of that realization. Thus the great Liberal novelist Victor Hugo would explain in his novel 1793 the advent of the new perfect Liberal world can never be achieved so long as ‘obstructionists’ live so that Liberals are justified in killing tens or hundreds of million or even a billion in what would be a vain attempt to eliminate differences of opinion.

Thus, today, we have the Liberals hoping, praying for the deaths of ‘old’ people who they fancy stand in the way of the realization of their utopia, while they imagine all people under say fifty are guided one mindedly by their utopian ideal.

On the other hand, Jews, Negroes and others believe that the whole White population of a billion people must be eliminated before their dreams can be realized. It was believed by them that their dream was approaching realization in this 2016 election.

This hope was upset by the maverick Donald Trump. Trump’s election set the Liberals off on a disappointed frenzy. Hence, Foreign Affairs issue Volume 97 no. 2 is devoted to expressing their disappointment by denouncing now President Trump.

Thus of the five articles under the collective Letting Go, three are definitely written by Jews, Eliot A. Cohen, Barry R. Posen and Adam S. Posen. The female contributor Sarah Margon is also Jewish. The only possible non-Jewish contributor is Jacob Sullivan, possibly of Irish derivation. As these articles are all assigned, that is written on hire, Sullivan may be assumed to be compliant.

It is evident therefore that the Jews are behind the extreme anti-Trump movement. While Trump seems to be obligated and subservient to the Jews for financial reasons their extreme opposition can only be based on the fact that Trump has taken a course independent of Jewish hopes and dreams.

The Jews, then, forming the core beliefs and fantasies of the Liberals give full and open access to the Liberal mind. The Liberals consider themselves to be justified sinners, the elect chosen by god to bring his heaven, his perfection to Earth as in heaven. There is no dissuading them, no ameliorating their extreme beliefs. They can only be quarantined or suppressed much as they hope to murder all opposition.

There is no room for discussion or compromises. Either they win or non-believers win. There is no other option.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Short Story

Far Gresham’s Dilemma

by

R.E. Prindle

 Pages torn from the memoirs of Far Gresham 12/25/1981

Edited by R.E. Prindle

 

My troubles had been increasing. I struggled to avoid what I knew would be the inevitable conclusion. I had seen the situation developing itself, had done my best to avert it by taking evasive actions years before, but the juncture and collision of the two forces were unavoidable. When the collision occurred I knew, I hoped that I wouldn’t, but I knew that I would buckle and collapse before the concentrated hatred of my enemies. My probable reaction had been impressed into my psyche decades before. I knew this, but I, as we all are, was powerless to resist this old imprinting. Coinciding with the objective phenomena had been the gradual disintegration of my personality. Self-analysis had cleared me of nearly all deleterious psychological reactions but now I was faced with trying to exorcise the central external factor which controlled my psyche; which compelled reactions in me which were irrational and beyond my control.

I was now approaching forty-two. Over the years as I had peeled back the layers of the onion seeking that core which would liberate me from my thralldom and allow me to face the world with a clear mind and cohesive purpose. I had resolved many aspects of my personality but this one remained beyond my grasp. All my efforts to convince myself to deal with this central problem had been rebuffed by my subconscious mind. I thought I had come close on several occasions, but fear always held me back. I had convinced myself that the event was of minor importance. I believed that, while this occurrence held me in thrall, that, while it had humiliated the child I had been, this terrible happening would turn out to be insignificant. I was both right and wrong.

I was too late to alter the outcome of my objective situation but I did find salvation for my subjective situation. The latter was of the greater importance to me. The period was one of very troubled sleep. I had had several successive weeks of disturbing dreams. They did not frighten me. I knew that negotiations were being undertaken by my conscious and subconscious selves. The violence of the dreams only indicated the significance of the matter under consideration. The dreams occurred every night and seemed to last through the whole night. Obviously a climax was imminent.

The revelatory dream, that dream that liberated me from the enthrallment to the traumatic circumstances was preceded by a brief little dream that set the stage for the major revelation. The dream was a quiet little dream, merely a vignette. It was a peaceful little dream set in a scene that was potentially terrifying. Strangely, it was not.

I became conscious of looking into a darkened warehouse filled with rows and rows and stacks and stacks of boxes. In the aisles there was a man searching frantically and desperately through the boxes in the gloom of the shadowy warehouse. There was no light. I didn’t know how he expected to find anything. But he continued to search in a manner approaching frenzy.

Aroused by the noise, a guardian appeared to investigate. I recognized him immediately; it was Death. Death had not the fearsome, ugly appearance as he is usually depicted. He was a kindly looking avuncular old man with an understanding expression on his face and a shock of gray hair. He had come out to investigate the noise. He found a Burglar in the House of Death. I recognized the Burglar too. It was me. I wondered what I was looking for.

The information was immediately forthcoming, for Death, without approaching the Burglar asked him what he was doing.

The Burglar was very distraught, his expression revealed a deep distracted anguish. He replied: ‘I’m looking for my dead self. My first personality was murdered and taken from me. I need him to make myself whole again.’

Death looked at the Burglar with some amazement: ‘Are you dead?’ he asked.

‘No.’ replied the Burglar, ‘It’s my original self who was murdered.   I’m looking for his ghost.’

‘If you’re not dead then you can’t be here. Death told the Burglar in a kindly manner. ‘You must leave now or stay forever.’

But the Burglar was too distraught to comprehend his danger and blurted out: ‘But you don’t understand, I can’t leave until I find my original self.’

Death seemed to be amused rather than angered by this impertinent reply. He emitted a low warm chuckle: ‘I don’t understand? Ha. Ha. I don’t understand! If you have misplaced it or allowed it to atrophy then you have come looking in the very wrong place. You should search your own pockets first.’ His voice lowered to a tone of stern rebuke: ‘Leave now and bother me no more until I come for you.’

Darkness closed in from the edges until the middle disappeared. When I awoke I enjoyed a certain calmness amidst my general disturbance. I relaxed in a state of excitement. I knew what to do but I didn’t know how to go about it. I actively tried to compel my conscious to vex my subconscious to make it give up the secret. It was very reluctant to do so. One night in this long period of stormy dreams my subconscious presented me with a new metaphor to see if I could interpret it correctly.

When the dream took form I found myself in the playground of a grade school with another boy who was looking to me for guidance. The ground rose in three slight equal gradients to the school building which was perhaps a hundred yards in the distance. It was daytime but there was no light. No grass grows on a playground and there were only a few tufts around the occasional tree in this one. In the distance just outside the building stood a figure pointing something in my and this other boy’s direction. Taking time to get a clear look at this figure, who was a mere shadow, I discerned that he was pointing a rifle at me. This other boy said: ‘What is that red spot on your chest?’

I looked down and saw the red dot from a laser rifle centered on my heart. I immediately leaped to the side to get the dot off my heart knowing that with the laser beam on me the rifleman couldn’t miss. He stood stationary, but, now aware of the laser beam I rolled around on the ground, adopted stooping and standing postures, but no matter what I did the laser beam remained on my heart. Although I was clearly in his sights the rifleman didn’t pull the trigger. All this time the other boy kept advising me to be calm, that the rifleman wasn’t shooting. Good calm advice but the laser beam wasn’t aimed at his heart.

Finally, convinced that no shots would be fired, I ran from the schoolyard and headed for some city streets lined with middle class houses. I rushed toward them and was actually among the houses when a sentry who was stationed in a guard house which I had already passed commanded me to come back to him. I was beyond his reach and ought to have kept going but the sense of guilt which had pervaded my life prevented my continuing. I returned to the sentry box. I stood before the sentry awaiting his decision. I had broken into a nervous sweat, as had been my habit, and stood twitching guiltily. He did and said nothing. Ignored me.

Astonished at his lack of interest in me I began to wonder what this dream might mean and how it was related to my central childhood fixation. While I was standing there in my consternation my subconscious, deriding my inability to grasp the meaning of the metaphor, decided to show me the central fixation of my life, the one situation that controlled my responses to everyday life and all personal relationships. But this was no easy task. For I resisted. For this intense shame, humiliation and debasement had encased the memory behind a stout concrete block wall, or so it was represented in my dream. Perhaps the method of penetrating this wall had been suggested to me by an old movie I had seen years before, the name of the movie was The Children Of The Damned.

In this movie several intelligences from outer space had been sent to Earth to assume control of Earthmen. They were in the form of babies, the movie was produced in the wake of the Nazi Era so the babies, soon to be children, were blond and blue eyed. Obviously a thinly disguised simile for the ‘Blond Beast’. They were very aggressive. As eight-year olds their intelligence surpassed all but the most learned Earthmen. Earthmen soon grasped their danger and set out to destroy the super intelligent aliens. But the children’s penetrating intelligence, which was able to read minds, detected every plot against them. Finally a noble Earth martyr carried a brief case loaded with dynamite, a few years later he would have been able to fill his pocket with plastique, into the classroom. In order to foil the intelligence of the alien children he concentrated his thoughts on a brick wall. The children, standing in a semi-circle around him, directing their intelligence to shattering his wall, which was graphically portrayed in the movie. As the wall was destroyed bricks flying everywhere the martyr’s thoughts of the briefcase shown clear, of course, the children were too late. The bomb exploded blowing eight space kids and one noble martyr back into outer space.

So, as I stood in terrific anticipation, my subconscious directed an energy against the wall which separated me from my dead self; the assassinated child of my youth, the murdered child of another time; the hope of another universe. The concrete wall was disintegrating before my eyes. Fragments flew in every which way. As the hole in the wall was enlarged the object of the search by the Burglar in the House of Death revealed itself. Its full horror was exposed to my view.

My mind’s eye received the image. It was a scene, a snapshot. I can see this still photograph of my degradation today, now, just as it was presented to me on that night, in that dream. I was unable for several weeks thereafter to comprehend the scene. I could see the picture but try as I might I could not actually remember the sequence of events. Still my mind began to slowly reconstruct the situation.

This period of my life, from four to eight, had always been jumbled In my memory. I had never been able to arrange events of that period into chronological order. I was now able to unfold those years and reconstruct my life of that period.

The picture I was shown was simply this. A group of twelve children, we would all have been six or seven in the second grade, were standing in a semi-circle around a child in frozen motion on one foot in mortal terror and a cold sweat. Elsewhere on the playground, this was during recess, stood twelve other children in disarray. This was the incident that shaped my reactions to life, that directed my responses against my will.

There was still no memory. The scene was not brought to life, converted from a single snapshot into a cinematic motion picture. Nor has it since. The memory was and is too painful. Yet I have been able to reconstruct that terrible moment and the steps that led up to it.

Partially I did this from memory; partially from research. I never contacted any of my former classmates. I went back to the Valley and collecting the name of my classmates from the school archives and examining the archives of the Valley Star around those years I have been able to reconstruct the following account. As in all wars there was an ante-bellum period. It begins actually, before I was born.

My mother had never wanted me. In her family the eldest female cousin was given the rights of primogeniture. As I was the first born child of my mother and her three sisters, she had desperately hoped for a daughter so that she could leap to being chief among her sisters. Her disappointment when I was born was severe. She never forgave me for not being a girl, nor was she prepared to assert my rights against my female cousin born four years later. It is just as well that she abandoned me for I can never forgive her for having abandoned my rightful role as eldest cousin in my extended family. My cousin, Danielle, when she was born had displaced me. This early abandonment in favor of my cousin has also left its mark on my character. My mother was no mother to me.

She, while in high school inadvertently set in motion the animosity directed at me in the second grade. Such is the unpredictability and uncertainty of life. She, while in the twelfth grade, accepted a date with a boy by the name of David Hirsh. David Hirsh was the son of Solomon Hirsh who owned Hershey’s Department Store. I do not know what my mother’s parents did but I do know that they were not well to do, nor were they ever of the social station the Hirshes enjoyed. Well to do boys only date girls from a lower social stratum for one purpose. Perhaps my mother was too naïve to know this, or perhaps she flattered herself that this rich kid might actually fall in love with her. He, on his part, being a rich kid, expected to score. Go all the way as they expressed it in those days.

Cars had not attained the universality in 1936 that they posses at the present. David Hirsh had a car of his very own which he could drive to school and park for all to see. His status at school was very high. Picking my mother up in his new automobile he employed a trick that undoubtedly antedated cars. He drove her a few miles out of town, parking the car in a grove of trees by the side of the road he quite bluntly told her to put out or get out. My mother would not be intimidated by a boy who threw off the disguise of a knight in shining armor and announced he was nothing but an arrogant rich cad in a shiny automobile. She got out. Dismayed at this rejection of what he considered a low class broad who should have been grateful for his attention, he shot off a few uncomplimentary remarks about my mother’s national antecedents. Now, from 1900 to, say, 1940 when immigrant nationalities were still in process of acculturation, national antagonisms were high. Even in the thirties, after immigration had been closed down in 1924, foreign accents were common and ethnic traits still persisted. My mother while not having an accent could still be identified as a Pole by her vocal rhythms. She still clung to certain Polish articles of dress. She still had a romantic attachment to the Polish babushka, or kerchief worn over the head and tied beneath the chin. Thus in this ethnic jostling racial and national slurs were commonly expressed. Fist fights occurred over national differences. Immigrants were stopped on the streets by natives and compelled to recite the pledge of allegiance of kiss the American flag.

Therefore the following passage in historical perspective should not be alarming. It is history. It is the way it was. Hirsh knew that my mother was of Polish ancestry. Everyone knew everyone else’s national antecedents. It was important. Now, irritated to the point of distraction by my mother’s refusal of his improper proposal, mixing nationalities freely he called a dumb Polack and a stupid Bohunk. Either he was ignorant of his geography or in is frustration he lost touch with who he was talking to. Perhaps in his sexual rut he saw double. I don’t know.

There is an old saying: People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. This old saying applies to everyone but it especially applied to David Hirsh. For, as his name indicates, he was Jewish. One of the many nationalities with representatives in the United States. In a world of immigrant antipathies there are pejorative nicknames for every group of people. My mother’s mind was well furnished against any contingency of name calling.

As David Hirsh inched slowly along just behind my mother shouting these derogatory national epithets, as well as others even more personal, my mother absorbed in her disappointment was oblivious to everything else. Then regaining some composure she began to hear what he was saying. Taking umbrage at this very unjust conduct, she returned a few sharp epithets. She used words like ‘kike’ and ‘sheeny.’ Words that have all but lost their meaning today.

Disappointed in love, his heart filling with rancor at what he later described as that ‘arrogant Polack bitch,’ Hirsh heard those words flung back at him and his heart in turn became cold. With that marvelous ability that human beings have of disregarding their own provocative words and actions, David Hirsh immediately forgot his insult of ‘Put out or get out’ and the ethnic slurs he had first hurled at my mother. Swallowing hard he decided that he had been rejected because he was Jewish and my mother was an anti-Semite. He gave the car the gas, drove off in a shower of gravel and left her to walk home.

The matter might have rested there except for the fact that Hirsh was prone to dig his own grave. He would always be an adept at self-embarrassment because of his vindictiveness. Hirsh had boasted to his friends who he was going to date, what he was going to do to her and where he was going to do it. In those ancient times before macadam and concrete had completely altered the landscape as we knew it, the roads were graveled, especially in rural and semi-rural areas. As the Valley is very wet, deep wide ditches ran along each side of the road to drain the fields. Three of Hirsh’s friends, out to watch the action and verify Hirsh’s boasts, witnessed the whole thing from within a ditch. The next week at school Hirsh was not allowed to forget or even accept responsibility for his action. ‘She’ had done it to him. She must pay.

Two years later my mother married my father. As they say, I was the result of that union. Four years later my mother divorced my father. We went to live with her parents. While we lived there I entered Kindergarten at Emerson Grade School. At five I had not yet heard of class consciousness. I was apparently the only innocent in the room. At Emerson the classes were all of about twenty-five students. My room divided into two social classes. There were twelve students in each group, that I will call after one of the two classes in H.G. Wells’ story of the Time Machine, the Eloy. There were twelve students in the group I denominate Morlocks, plus myself. I remain uncomprehending of class differences to this day.

Amongst my classmates was a boy named Michael Hirsh. Michael was the son of the same David Hirsh who had dated my mother. David Hirsh had not forgotten the consequences of his unfortunate behavior. Thus the biblical heritage expressed itself as the ‘sins’ of the Mother shall be visited on the son.

Michael Hirsh, as I now believe, on his father’s instructions, set about to humiliate me to avenge his father’s humiliation of himself.   Kindergarten was not a happy time for me. I was rejected by the Eloy and seeing the abject disposition of the Morlocks, I had no desire to take a place with them. Rejected by my mother because I was a boy, I was now rejected by my classmates.

I was a lonely boy and perhaps consequently a difficult one. Thus the year passed. I played alone in the schoolyard and remained ignorant of my situation.

Did I mention there was a war on? Yes, this was 1943 and 1944. Hitler and Tojo were out to conquer the world. Millions of men were in uniform. Industrial manpower was in short supply. Prior to the wars the Valley did not have a large Black population. Blacks were encouraged to migrate North to work in the factories as the White boys had been drafted for the war. Thus racial antagonisms were added to immigrant national antagonisms. I’m not bragging. Many times I have wished that I wasn’t that way, but I believe in equality before the law and fair play. Laugh at me if you will. It’s my way and I’m not going to change, can’t, won’t.

One day in Spring, just before summer vacation, as Kindergarten was drawing to a close three little Black kids were introduced into our midst. Here is where the direct meaning of my dream begins. A tremor went through the class. Today you can search the country over without finding a person who will admit that they were ever prejudiced against Black people. David Hirsh was no exception. Hirsh stayed as well informed as a busybody. Aware of the Black kids time of arrival he instructed his son Michael what to do when they arrived.

Michael, who had a habit of emphasizing his opinions with his projected index finger, shook it at each of us and told us that under no circumstances were we to fraternize with the Black kids. I thought this was wrong, but, already an outsider, I wasn’t going to make it worse for myself by objecting.

On the way to recess Michael Hirsh re-admonished us. Once outside, however, he added a new condition. He demanded that the Black kids sit on the edge of the sand box and not move during recess. This was going too far. I took offence. As I played alone I was not averse to the Black kids having to play alone, but I could not condone their not being allowed to play within themselves.

By coincidence I was standing between the Black kids and Hirsh who stood there shaking his finger at them. Hirsh stood before the Eloy who were gathered behind him. I have never been overly keen on fighting. I was always small for my age. Hirsh was a good two inches taller than me. I told Hirsh and the Eloy that I didn’t think it was right to make those kids sit there during recess. He told me that was the way it was going to be. I said, No, I might refuse to talk to them but I couldn’t allow this. I exhorted the Black kids to get up and fight with me against the injustice. Hirsh was dumbfounded. No one had ever challenged his authority before. I was not only challenging him I was offering to fight him. Those little Black kids left me hanging out to dry. They wouldn’t budge. Fortunately Hirsh was a coward. He had already stepped back into the protective pocket of the Eloy. I had envisioned Armageddon but now Hirsh and the Eloy had melted away.

I thought it was over. I had no idea of the seriousness of my crime. Michael Hirsh went home and bawled to his father. His father had not anticipated that his son would be challenged. He had failed to provide his son with the appropriate response. Michael Hirsh’s self-confidence was shattered. I had no idea what I had done. As my mother, by standing up for herself, had humiliated David Hirsh, so now I had likewise humiliated Michael Hirsh. David Hirsh was enraged. Failing to see the injustice of his cause, a second time, he determined on revenge.

After school the next day Hirsh padded up behind me and hissed into my ear: ‘We’re going to get you.’ I did believe he meant what he said. But the year was over and it would have to wait till next year.

At just this time my mother made her first attempt to abandon me. She arranged for me to go live with a family named Smith. The Valley straddles the River and is therefore divided into two distinct towns with two distinct characters; The East and West sides. The East Side was gradually claimed by the incoming tide of Blacks. The Whites moved out into the hamlets, or West Side. The Smiths lived on the West Side of the River. I transferred from Emerson to Thoreau. I was relieved, for I knew that had I remained at Emerson Hirsh and the Eloy would have their vengeance.

Except for the longer minutes with which childhood is endowed my relief was short lived. In May of that year the Smiths informed my mother that I could no longer stay with them. My mother, still unwilling to accept me, found room and board for me with a family named Johnson. On the East Side. In the Emerson school district. I was terrified. I returned to Emerson in the mid-First Grade. There was an electric shock amongst the Eloy as the message ‘He’s back’ flashed from mouth to mouth.

By this time I had forgotten the reason for my persecution. I was so concerned about the enmity of the Eloy that I never thought to reason why. My offense was certainly a justified one, or what I would have thought my so-called offence to have been. Actually Hirsh and the Eloy didn’t consider their action against the Blacks as unjust. Therefore, in their eyes, my offence consisted of an act of insubordination; a refusal to keep the place they had assigned me. The Eloy were unrelenting; I was harassed continually. The Morlocks either actively followed orders to interfere with me or were too timid to resist. The teacher acquiesced in the attitude of the Eloy. Perhaps David Hirsh put pressure on her after Michael informed him I was back. Authority is always week kneed. It will always accept the position of the stronger. Justice is not a factor in its decisions.

Taken by surprise, David Hirsh, his son and the Eloy could not obtain a revenge that would gratify their desires during the four remaining months of the first grade. David Hirsh thought long and hard on the matter. The Biblical answer was an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The punishment must fit the crime. David Hirsh’s thoughts roved back to the celebrated Dreyfus Affair in France at the end of the nineteenth century. Dreyfus, a Jew, had been convicted of spying. Part of his punishment was a brutal degrading. He had been compelled to stand before his assembled brother officers as he was stripped of the insignia of his association with the French army; had them torn from his uniform and thrown in the mud. Ruminating on this famous cause celebre he associated it also with his son’s embarrassment. For as difficult as it is for me to conceive, Michael Hirsh took my objection to his injustice in the same manner in which I will describe my humiliation. In his mind David Hirsh sought to avenge both Dreyfus and his son on me.

Hirsh formulated his plan, instructed and drilled his son and the Eloy in the procedure. I remained with the Johnsons in a state of agony, fearing the approach of September.

I know that winter had not arrived as the leaves were still on the trees, so it is possible that I was gotten on the first day of school. I still do not know exactly what happened. I am only surmising from an interpretation of the photograph I was shown in my dream; or perhaps I am drawing up information reservoirs my subconscious still denies me access to. I have thought that my punishment was the requirement imposed on the Black children two years previously in Kindergarten. But in reality it was the ‘punishment’ I had had unknowingly imposed on Michael Hirsh. David Hirsh had instructed his son what to do. His son executed perfectly. At recess the Eloy arranged themselves in a semi-circle around me. The worthless Morlocks, who were excluded from all Eloy intercourse hung listlessly in the background where they belonged. In Kindergarten Hirsh had encountered me in the point position. Exposed, he had retreated into the protection of the Eloy behind him. His lack of character at that moment was the crime with which I was charged. Now, as the keystone in the arch surrounding me, protected deep within the pocket which enclosed me, from within which authority always works, coward that he was, all authority is cowardly, he was prepared to deal with me. I ha no problem with fear. I would have fought if challenged. I might have fought if Hirsh had been on point as in Kindergarten. Maybe the movie of the Alien Kids acted as a mild solvent, loosening the cover on my suppressed memory which decades later allowed me to recover a souvenir of this incident, for just as the Space Kids glared hatred at the Noble Martyr only to break his reserves too late, so the Eloy gathered around me and glared hatred into my soul. If they had all set upon me physically the result could have been borne, but I could not resist their cumulative concentrated hatred. I crumbled beneath the projected blizzard of hatred. David Hirsh achieved more than his goal. He not only humiliated me he killed my soul. Michael Hirsh, in the keystone was shaking the customary finger at me. He told me that I was to take a step toward him and stop when he told to stop. I raised my foot and he said stop. In that awkward position I was told to remain for the duration of recess. Thus I was substituted for the Negroes in Kindergarten.

I hope the reader doesn’t think badly of me. I don’t know that I am ashamed today although I resent myself for having complied. I know in my heart that they would have backed down if I had resisted.

Hirsh must have been the shadowy figure in my dream. His finger must have been the laser rifle, or perhaps the laser beam was a symbol of the hatred projected on me. The figure never fired because the laser beam represented a hatred that would never cease.

The memory of the event was immediately suppressed by me. I died at that moment. As Abram became Abraham and Jacob became Israel, so even though my name remained the same I became a different person, a stranger in a strange land. I therefore did not give an appropriate response to my punishment. David Hirsh had expected me to go the Michael Hirsh and the Eloy and beg forgiveness for my original sin, accept my punishment and go forth and sin no more. They were disappointed for I felt, not remembered, only their rejection. While I would never have asked their forgiveness, I might have tried to correct the matter.

Throughout the second grade I endured the active resentment of the Eloy joined with the passive acquiescence of the Morlocks, for they were forbidden to speak to me. They were powerless in their self-accepted mortification, useless in their ineffectuality. The symbol of authority, the teacher, without ever seeking my side of the story, said that I had been justly chastised. Authority lacks integrity completely.

I became a very distraught little boy.

As the second grade ended my mother informed me that I would be leaving the Johnsons. After the emotional wrench of leaving the Smiths I had prepared myself for further disappointment by making no attachment to the Johnsons. My only question was, where to next? I knew it was serious when she kneeled down to address me face to face. It’s always serious when an adult lowers themselves to a position of equality with the child.

She told me that she wanted me to enter the Children’s Home. The Municipal Orphanage. I went numb. First, I had a mother, or thought I did. Second, I had passed the back fence and stared horrified at the inmates. I didn’t know then that she meant to abandon me entirely but I subconsciously feared such a thing. I resisted stubbornly although I saw that no matter what I said she was going to put me there anyway. Finally, in an attempt to save face, I asked her if I would still have to attend Emerson. She said the Children’s home was in the Longfellow School District. Only have trusted this perfidious woman I severed myself from humanity and entered the House of the Distraught. The boys dorm was on the fourth floor. But my experience in the Orphanage is not germane to my story and I return to the war against me by the Hirshes.

Beset by psychological distresses before I entered the Orphanage, my emotional anxieties increased a thousand fold. I have often compared the sensation to an excess of electrical current passing through a transformer. All fuses blew. Wires broke loose and flashed fire to the skies. There was a loud hum, a boom, and then silence. I do not know how I survived and recovered even though that recovery would take forty years. As shattered as I was I received no mercy from David Hirsh.

I was now eight. The two wars, the European and Pacific had ended. The Japanese Empire and the Axis Powers had gone down to defeat. The enormity of the Nazi policies became apparent after the war. The impression of the American people was incalculable. The terrific inhumanity of the Nazis was difficult to comprehend. The wholesale slaughter of people for which they had no use, both within and without the borders of Germany the murder of as many intellectuals as they could get their hands on, the slaughter and debasement of the Polish nation, other Eastern and Central European Slavs and, of course, the attempted extermination of the Jews were staggering to the American mind. The single mindedness of the Nazis in the pursuit of their goals was incredible. The human mind changed from the shock of recognition.

The destruction of the Jews created a feeling amongst the Jews comparable to my own upon entering the Children’s Home. For the five years after the war, the American Jews were devastated. They had suffered no discomfort in the US but the ant colony had been disturbed, all ants were affected. They began to see Fascists everywhere. They trembled in fear that it might happen, would happen, in the United States. A Jewish writer, Ben Hecht, stated the feeling most poignantly when he stated the feeling simply as: The Jews struck out.

David Hirsh took it very hard. For the Jewish immigrants America had been a land of unexampled opportunity and freedom from the national conflicts of which they had been a part of in Europe. Their history had been one of conflict. Prior to the nineteenth century they had been in conflict with Catholicism. After the French Revolution when the influence of Catholicism had waned they began a pan national confrontation with the Pan Germans and Pan Slavs. As they butted heads with the Slavs in particular it became apparent that the Slavs would not bend to the Jewish will. By mid-nineteenth century the conflict had become bloody. A group of French Jews decided that the only recourse was to remove the Jews from Slavdom and colonize elsewhere. The Jewish Colonization Association was formed. Beginning in 1860 it was begun to transfer the entire Jewish population from Slavdom to colonies ranging from Argentina to Canada. The majority came to the United States. The difference between the Pale of Settlement in Eastern Europe and the United States was as between night and day. A transition from the rural routes to Coney Island. From medieval technology to a land of scientific marvels. From the attentive supervision of the Russian government to the complete indifference of the American government. They arrived as opportunity became a byword for America. Most stayed where they landed in New York City. Solomon Hirsh, David’s father, who was not without resources, or at least had contacts with men with resources, looked West, staked out the Valley as his personal duchy and built up a successful department store.

David Hirsh, born in 1918 in the Valley knew nothing of Eastern Europe. His life had been a life of plenty when plenty was enough for anybody. Good clothes, good food, good cars, good social position. David Hirsh had never known any more discrimination than Poles, Italians, Greeks, Lithuanians or any one of dozens of nationalities. He had known less. So in those fifty years or so of immigration he as well as a great many Jews had grown lax in their attention to the religion of their fathers. A great many would probably have become lapsed Jews but for the events in Europe during the thirties and especially in the wake of the European war. Nazi atrocities reversed the trend and confirmed them in their commitment to Judaism. David Hirsh was one of these.

It didn’t happen here. David was now twenty-eight heading into the power years of his thirties and forties. He was rich and influential in the Valley community. Always good looking, tall and well proportioned, the weight one always gains with age had filled out his form and features admirably. He had married well. He had married the former Linda Webster, an Episcopalian. By so doing he had joined two Valley fortunes. The Hershey Department Store money and the Webster Coal Yard money. He had three lovely children, well, two plus Michael. The Department store and the Webster coal yards still prospered, although the increasing chain store competition after the wars would undermine the base of the department store and the Webster’s assumption of the continued use of coal didn’t foresee the switch to gas and oil would see the coal yards and department store sit idle and empty. Still David Hirsh had everything. Family, position and the money to buy anything he could conceive. He was an American citizen in the best of all possible worlds.

Always of an imperious temper and a vindictive mind he now brooded over the European disaster of the Jews, as did all Jews and knew not what to do. As usual he wanted revenge, which meant against all the goyim; for he believed the whole world was responsible as he and the Jews believed it had sat idly by and let it happen. His grief distorted his perception of reality; although to a certain extent he was right. For, while no one but the Nazis would have attempted such an atrocious deed, still the world had been rather indifferent to the fate of the Jews.

But if all the goyim were guilty he was faced with too many targets. Unable to find satisfactory victims for his anger, he turned to child abuse and directed this additional hatred to me. He didn’t exactly remember why he believed it but he believed that my mother was an anti-Semite because of her rejection of his rude advances. He projected his own inadequacies on me and in his mind made me the future father of a nation of anti-Semites. The memory of his humiliation because of his frustrated designs on my mother still rankled in his mind. It mattered not whether he had caused his own embarrassment. Reversing responsibility came easy to him as it does to most people. It only mattered to him that he had suffered humiliation, and from an inferior bitch in his mind. He always sought to avenge his thwarted crimes, to heap injury on injury, to add insult to insult.

I had not begged for forgiveness after my humiliation so he believed that I had not been hurt, that I had stood there In jest. His natural vindictiveness now augmented by his rage against the world, Hirsh had planned a nasty reception for me as I entered Third grade. However I had evaded his net that year by transferring from Emerson to Longfellow. He was unaware that he had already hurt me as much as mortal man can be hurt; for myself had died of remorse on that September morn. He had murdered my self-esteem and I could not continue in life. I carried my dead self around with me and my walking body was half dead. It would be forty years before I could retrieve my dead self from the House of Death and begin to re-integrate my personality.

But the challenge to Michael Hirsh’s dignity by my rebellion had been severe; although I neither knew nor cared. He was being groomed to be an ever victorious man of affairs; for some reason my revolt had shattered his self-confidence and lowered him in the esteem of the Eloy. He was never to attain the same kind of self-confidence as he had enjoyed in Kindergarten again. For this I was blamed although Michael was only of mediocre talent and authority and would have had and did enjoy much lesser stature in a world larger than his Emerson class.

It didn’t take the Hirshes more than a month to locate me in the Orphanage and at Longfellow. One day in late October I saw Michael Hirsh conferring with a third grade classmate, one of the Websters, although I didn’t know the connection at the time. I knew I was in for more trouble. I was but it wasn’t that bad. The kids of the Children’s Home were kept a separate group at Longfellow. The old two class Eloy-Morlock division was broken up. The Orphanage insulated me from direct vengeance. David Hirsh watched, he stalked. He was unhappy and frustrated. He brooded and planned. A thirty year old man, acting anonymously, waged his war against a defenseless eight year old boy. The third grade passed. Hirsh planned his move for my fourth grade.

In the fourth grade I understood why the Eloy-Morlock division had disappeared. As I was turning nine the organization of the world began to become apparent. I began to see more tings. There were probably two third grade classes at Longfellow but if so I was ignorant of the other. In the fourth grade there were definitely two different class rooms. One upstairs, in a large bright airy room where the Eloy were assigned and another in a half basement, the windows level with the ground, to which we of the Children’s Home were assigned as well as others who were not fortunate enough to be assigned upstairs.

Our teacher was a woman named Miss Marks. She was a very old miss. Miss Marks was a Sephardic Jew. Her ancestors had arrived from Brazil in 1654 in the first contingent of Jews to arrive in the United States. Her name as she pointed out to us several times had been Marques in Portuguese. Her ancestor who had landed as Marques turned up several years later as Marks. She was very international in her outlook. Our study program revolved around readings about children of other lands.

As improbable as it may seem, David Hirsh devoted great gobs of time to divining his next plan to wreak vengeance on me. The plan he devised was complex, requiring the involvement of dozens of people and the complicity of hundreds. Thus, should it fail his reputation would be placed in jeopardy. David Hirsh started his campaign in the spring of my third grade, just before the humidity of summer. He was powerful amongst the Jewish community and very influential among goys. His wife Linda, nee Webster, was equally socially and politically active as her husband. She was of top standing among the women of the town. Enlisting supporters they, together, began a campaign to separate the kids from the Children’s Home from their own on the reasoning that as a class of social lepers or ‘white niggers’ we were detrimental to their childrens’ welfare. They worked hard to have a separate facility assigned to us. Failing that they wanted that, at least, we might be made to attend classes within the walls of the orphanage as, in fact, was the case with the Catholic Orphanage down the street. We were to be contained so that we might not contaminate their children. This separation might have occurred in democratic America except for the almighty dollar, God bless it. The expense could not be justified. There was seemingly no real objection to the deed.

Frustrated in their ambition, driven by their vindictiveness, the Hirshes foolishly adopted Plan B. Incredibly it succeeded if only temporarily. But for one woman its success might have been permanent.

Hirsh still thought that I had merely sloughed off my lesson in the second grade. Thus in his mind I had not only humiliated his son in Kindergarten but had done the same thing in the second grade. I had been accorded he dignity of a rebuke by Michael Hirsh himself. There was a certain dignity to that that ought to be appreciated. Handled properly by myself I might have gained honorary admission to the Eloy. Now I was to be treated to the same indignity that the Black kids had endured. I was to be their ‘nigger’ forever.

The Hirshes now sought to separate their children from we of the Orphanage within the class. Miss Marks made the orphans sit together along one wall. The Hirshes influence in town was so great that the School Board was persuaded to prevent us from playing, not only with, but playing on the same playground with the parented kids. During recess Miss Marks was compelled to separate the Orphanage kids from the parented kids. We were compelled to sit on benches and watch the parented kids play. If an additional participant was needed one of us was called up.

As we stood before Miss marks while she, suppressing her embarrassment, explained this to us, it all seemed vaguely familiar. I couldn’t remember my ritual murder but I did remember Kindergarten. For many years I thought the fourth grade incident was the only revenge attempted. I saw through the attempt immediately. The notion was repugnant to Miss Marks, as it should have been to any honest and fair person. She implemented the requirement but reluctantly. Inadvertently I defeated the Hirshes in a minute. My victories over them were always Pyrrhic.

As recess began Miss Marks instructed us in the new program. Whether I remembered Michael Hirsh and the Blacks or whether I was as indignant in the fourth grade at such nonsense as I had been in Kindergarten, I don’t know. The others from the Orphanage sat down obediently. I grabbed a ball and ran off to play by myself in another part of the playground. As I couldn’t quickly persuade any of the others to follow me, I left them. Immediately there was a chorus of ‘You’ve got to sit down.’   It came from both groups. My reply was a very aggressive ‘Make me.’   No one was riding point that day. They never do when a fair fight is in the offing.

Then a ruse was attempted. Someone of the parented kids left the field and a substitute was needed. One of ours was called off the bench to come and tell me that I was selected as the replacement. I wish I could say that I said a witty or trenchant thing but angry people seldom do. I was angry. I just said ‘no.’

David Hirsh and Michael Hirsh had been parked in a side street facing the yard looking at the scene through their windshield expecting to enjoy my humiliation. They both stared in disbelief as their efforts were foiled again. David Hirsh’s head sagged to the rim of the steering wheel. Mechanically he turned the key in the ignition and angrily shifted into first. Both David and Michael’s faces twisted into expressions of chagrin. Their brows hooded their eyes, their mouths gaped as the edges turned downwards. Their perfidious design had failed again. Another bitter pill.

Miss Marks was overcome with shame and remorse. She had tried to recover her self-respect by offering me the role of substitute. A role I rightly took as another insult. Her Judaism was offended by such criminal discrimination. Unlike Hirsh she suffered from the restrictions which had been placed on her people at other times in other far places. Her Portuguese ancestors had been lucky to escape the Inquisition. They had found a refuge in Brazil only during the short period of Dutch control of the colony. When the Portuguese regained Brazil her ancestors fled to the Dutch colony of New Amsterdam, later to be called New York. She remembered, or knew this only too well. Rather than inflicting punishment on innocent others for remembered conflicts she sincerely wished to remove injustice from the world.

The second day of the segregation was too much for her. After school that day she informed the Principal of Longfellow that she would have to resign if the segregation continued. As the Hirshes, the instigators, were well known for their wish to segregate we orphans and they attended the temple together, so that David was well known to her, she then went immediately to him to whom she offered her unwelcome opinion. Nor was she kind or diplomatic. She vented her full indignation and threw her own guilt at his feet. David Hirsh was abashed. The next day the order of segregation was rescinded. She was a courageous woman. She acted as an individual, not as one of a collective.

The repercussions of the failure of their plan were very serious. The whole concept of what America stood for had been violated. In the aftermath the reflection on the consequences of their action caused many embarrassed faces in the Valley. As the prime movers, the Hirshes bore the brunt of the blame. The two lost some fair credibility. The concern was not so much the justice or injustice of their crime, for, in society the only concern is whether one succeeds or gets away with it. The credibility was lost because the Hirshes displayed poor judgment. While misjudging their own chances of success they had humiliated all the other people that they had involved. That is a cardinal sin. They never were to enjoy the same confidence again. Hirsh, as was becoming his habit, sacrificed a great deal to his vindictiveness. He was becoming his own worst enemy.

Hirsh was not one to learn from experience. Conscious of his loss of credibility which he now blamed on me, he now made two quickly and poorly conceived efforts to destroy my reputation, such as it was, and credibility, such as any enjoyed by orphans.

The far sides of the streets surrounding the Orphanage were lined with rows of fine mature maple trees. The branches spread over the streets and yards. There were a number of men, homosexuals and perverts, who stood near the tree trunks in the shade hoping for a little short action. We were prime targets. Deprived of love, denied respect, both sexes were susceptible to minor blandishments. My mother had always advised me not to talk to strangers so I always walked by them like they were not there.

Hirsh had determined to influence the direction of my future life. As the twig is bent, so the tree inclines, he said. So he got two social rejects, men who had made a life of doing dirty deeds dirt cheap in order to be associated in any capacity with the successful rich, to wait for me along the back fence. On that day I happened to be walking back from school with Richard Grainger. They mistook Richard for me.

One said to Richard: ‘Hey, you little bastard. Youi know where you’re going? You’re going to be a criminal and die in the electric chair. You’re a thief. God hates you and you are going to spend your life in prison.’

We were young and small, at the impressionable age for imprinting. Richard was terrified and took the man’s curse literally. I had watched. Now forming my opinion I began to curse them as old bums and failures. Just as I had begun the other man realized their error and said: ‘Uh, oh, I think you nailed the wrong one.’ They had. They had also destroyed Richard’s life for he believed them, took their suggestion in, and fulfilled their prophecy.

Hirsh had failed again. He tried once more. The fall and winter had passed. Spring burst out once again. Hirsh had learned my habits. In those days before super markets and convenience stores there was an old dilapidated rundown little grocery store every few blocks. There was one two blocks from the Orphanage. We used to take our money gained from the deposits of beer bottles and whatever there to buy candy.

There, one Saturday, I found Michael Hirsh and thee of his friends waiting for me. I asked Hirsh why he was out slumming. Badinage passed between us. I went into the store to buy some candy. I was followed by Hirsh and his friends. They jostled around me while I paid. I elbowed back. Taking my candy I left the store followed by the Hirsh gang. Outside they gathered around me. But Hirsh reaching into my back pocket pulled out a candy bar and said: ‘Hey, Gresham, what’s this?’ He had placed a candy bar in my back pocket while jostling me in the store. In later years he would have been astute enough not to have taken it out of my pocket himself. He was young and inexperienced.

I said, ‘Looks like a Butterfinger.’

‘Yeah? Did you pay for this? Looks like you’re a thief, doesn’t it Gresham?’

‘That candy bar’s not in my hand, Hirsh. It’s in yours. Looks like you’re the thief.’ The grocer, seeing the candy bar in my back pocket as I left had come to the door.

‘Hey, mister,’ I said, ‘Michael Hirsh here stole this candy bar from you. Better make him pay for it. He’s got lots of money.’

Hoisted by his own petard again, Hirsh turned shamefaced, threw the candy bar down and he and his friends stalked off. His witnesses witnessed against him and Hirsh forfeited his hoped for role of a leader forever. The Hirshes would never learn.

What might have happened next remains unknown. I turned ten. At ten we were farmed out to foster parents. The Wardens took me way to the other side of town.

The Hirshes had been instrumental in the formation of my personality. My character was beyond their reach.

My dream had revealed the controlling fixation of my life. In the process my personality had completely disintegrated. The personality that had sustained me in place of my dead self was gone. I stood exposed and naked to the world while I groped to re-integrate my personality. It was a long row to hoe before my subconscious released the past to free me by a dream.

A Review: Foreign Affairs Magazine

Jan.-Feb. 2018 Issue

The Undead Past: How Nations

Confront The Evils Of History

by

R.E. Prindle

Part I

 

In this issue of the official gazette of the CFR (Council On Foreign Relations) the Editors examine the moanings of those citizens of the world who believe the past still lives and of those who feel no obligation to mourn the doings of previous centuries but yet must suffer the torments of hell forever for what are deemed the sins of their fathers. May heaven deliver the latter from the former.

Perhaps the model for those who live their lives in hatred for the dead past whose deeds have never affected them are the Jews who even today bemoan, and make for a narrative for their lives, the deeds of a long forgotten king named Haman who existed some twenty-five hundred years ago in a society that ceased to exist at about the same time. Haman’s descendants have disappeared in the ceaseless flow of time, yet his memory is deplored in the Haman shrieks in synagogues across the world today.

The CFR seems possessed, I believe possessed is the right word, by events that can have no other than a ghostly effect on them. In this issue of Foreign Affairs the Editors examine the feelings of the walking dead suffering from the Undead Past that haunts the corridors of their minds.

How do nations handle the sins of their fathers and mothers? Take genocide, or slavery, or political mass murder. After such knowledge what forgiveness—and what way forward?

Are the Editors deranged? Nations don’t handle anything, the people do. And once you’re dealing with citizens, you can examine their psychology to put matters into a correct perspective. They believe their angst is universal throughout the population, or should be. Nothing can be further from the truth. A very large proportion of the people have no such qualms as these. Legions of us do not share the Editors’ sense of guilt or shame.

Any rational person is well aware that human passions can be inscrutable while there are no innocents. Let the dead past bury its dead. Have done with them. Life is for the living. Those sayings do not require quotes, they live throughout history as well as today.   The Editors continue:

The Germans have a word for it, of course: Vergungenheitsbewaltigung, or “coming to terms with the past.” But the concept is applicable far beyond the Nazis—as Americans belatedly recognized when Robert E. Lee shot to the front of the culture wars last August after the riots in Charlottesville, Virginia.

To acknowledge ‘culture wars’ means that the Editors do recognize that by the term Americans, they mean that there is no monolithic America. Not all Americans think as the Editors do. The others, the Deplorables, to use Hillary Clintons term of abuse are misguided animals who don’t count and, moreover, shouldn’t, must never count. They are people who shame this great democracy of theirs. The Hillbillies, the Rednecks, the unwashed, knuckle dragging ignorami, the off scourings of humanity.

The Editors ignore not only their own faulty bigoted psychology but project it onto others.

Not surprisingly the Editors’ lead article is entitled ‘America’s Original Sin’. Even less surprising they have chosen as their advocate the dread locked Negro female, Harvard’s so=called historian, Annette Gordon-Reed.

Miss Reed is unmistakably an Affirmative Action hire from the African-American studies department. Her article takes the form of a complaint as one might expect. Her understandings reflect her grievances: America has never lived up to its high flown rhetoric of the Constitution while she believes that slavery lives on in White Supremacists’ hearts as it does in her’s and her Negro fellows. White Supremacists do not want to re-enslave the Negro, they want to send them back to Africa. A subtle difference.  Miss Gordon-Reed continues:

Consider, by contrast, what might have happened had there been Irish chattel slavery in North America. Irish suffered pervasive discrimination and were subjected to crude and cruel stereotypes about their alleged inferiority, but they were never kept as slaves. Had they been freed, there is every reason to believe they would have had an easier time assimilating into American culture than have African-Americans. Their enslavement would be a major historical fact, but it would likely not have created a legacy so firmly tying the past to the present as did African Chattel slavery. Indeed, the descendants of white indentured servants [slaves] blended into society, and today suffer no stigma because of their ancestors’ social condition.

Let us examine the above quote. Miss Gordon-Reed obviously believes that Whites look down on Negroes because the race was once enslaved in America. I have never heard any White demean Negroes because the race had once been slaves.

In fact, as Miss Gordon-Reed admits, and as I have maintained elsewhere, that the real issue is that masters were White. As she points out slavery before had always been of the same race so there was no racial inferiority contrast. Thus, when Lincoln emancipated the Negroes they ceased being slaves but remained Negroes. The issue was not former servitude but race. Of course in any society a former slave would take about three generations to live down the stigma, but Negroes were outside that convention because, she says, of race.

Nor, was it a simple matter of ceasing to be slaves that was the problem. In ancient Rome the Romans enslaved the culturally superior Greeks. The Greeks were advanced thinkers compared to the Romans, thus they became the instructors of the Romans even though slaves. One must compare that situation with Negro slaves who had nothing to offer Whites except their labor. As the Greeks were superiors to the Romans, the Whites were far and away superior to the Negroes. And therein lies the problem.

While Negroes were relatively few in numbers before 1800 they represented about 20% of the population. Then in 1794 Eli Whitney patented the cotton gin making cotton growing on a mass scale viable. This created the need for increased importation of Negroes. This coincided with the ban on the importation of Negroes in 1808 but the importation went on illegally. Thus there was a phenomenal increase of the number of Negroes until 1860. When Lincoln emancipated the slaves, then, perhaps a majority of Negroes were fresh from the jungle being totally unacquainted with civilization. These were some rude dudes, raw recruits, as it were.

Lincoln perhaps took this into account but the abolitionists didn’t. Hence when the real invasion of the South by the North took place during Reconstruction (that is one terrifying word) and the Negroes were placed over the Whites the juxtaposition of qualities was unnatural, intolerable to the Whites, it could not be allowed to go on.

If the Greeks had revolted against the Romans and the roles were reversed that would have still been two very capable peoples. The horror of being placed under the governance of such a motley crew was palpable. Thus from 1865 to 1877 deprived of all rights by Northern bigots while suffering under Negroes who in nearly all cases could neither read nor write while being linguistically inarticulate. There is small wonder that Jim Crow succeeded slavery.

The situation is, perhaps, an unpleasant reality, but something that Miss Gordon-Reed as a historian should have taken into some account. As a polemicist she is free to speak as wildly as she likes but being a Negro does not excuse her as an historian. Certainly, the Editors of Foreign Affairs could see this. She is not an historian and not up to what people believe are the standards of America’s foremost university.

Her handling of the Irish situation also betrays a near complete lack of understanding. She has no grasp of the racial problems of the Irish and English, that is, the Celts and the Germans. Those racial problems far anteceded any Negro-White relations. While the Irish may not have been chattel slaves on the North American continent they surely were in the New World. The English Puritan Cromwell having overrun Ireland rounded up tens of thousands of Irish and sold them into chattel slavery in the Caribbean Islands where they worked the fields until death alongside Negro chattel slaves.

Further, something that Miss Gordon-Reed should take into account is that Negroes in Africa were sold by the Chiefs to the Whites. Nobody beat the bush for them to drag them from the jungles. In contrast, Cromwell, as it were, stole the Irish in much the same way that the Nazis rounded up the Jews. There was no compensation paid to anyone for the Irish.

Now, while Miss Gordon-Reed claims some sort of solidarity with the Negroes of the US, I also claim solidarity with my fellow Whites now so meanly treated. If she can claim an injury done to them as an injury done to her, I claim the same with the White slaves of the Caribbean. And that doesn’t exclude now non-Irish White indentured slaves on the North American continent.

Still further, English waifs and unprotected children as well as any unwary adults were taken from the streets of England’s cities, transported to the colonies and sold lock, stock and barrel in the colonies.

If she has read R.L. Stevenson’s Kidnapped she will see that the protagonist was intended to be sold in the colonies, saved only by a shipwreck. I hope that Miss Gordon-Reed can empathize with me as I do with her. Our pain is mutual.

Over all Miss Gordon-Reed has a thick headed inability to place matters in context which distorts and invalidates her analysis,

One thing she fails to understand is that the South was not responsible for chattel slavery. Southerners never went looking for Negro slaves. That was done by New England sea captains. In the early years the trafficking was between Africa, South America and the Caribbean islands. Only when the American colonies had been settled, as an afterthought unsold Africans were taken to North America seeking to make a new market and palmed off on the Whites. Originally Negro slavery was legal and practiced in all the English colonies. Only gradually was it rejected colony by colony while still being practiced under one legal pretext or another in several Northern States at the time of the Civil War.

Miss Gordon-Reed quotes Alexander Stephens, VP of the Confederate States thusly:

The prevailing ideas entertained by (Jefferson) and most of the leading statesmen at the time of the formation of the old (US) constitution (not the Confederate one) were that enslavement of the African was in violation of the laws of nature; that it was wrong in principle, socially, morally, and politically….Those ideas, however, were fundamentally wrong. They relied upon the assumption of the equality of the races. This was in error.

And so, there we get to the crux of the problem Miss Gordon-Reed admitted when she complained that never before had one race enslaved another race. Mr. Stephens thought that the great truth was that the Negro was not equal to the White man. Now, this remains the issue today. Is there a fundamental difference between the two races?

It may be true that the two races are fungible but is that the true quality that unites the races or does it just mean that evolution has not reached the point negating fungibility?

The Southern observation seems to have been proven by science although for social and political reasons those scientific facts are being suppressed. Indeed, any expression of them is severely and criminally punished. The very scientist who discovered DNA, James Watson, at 90 years of age, had his life and career destroyed and his achievements wiped from the books when he mildly responded to a question about racial differences between Whites and Blacks that the news coming out of Africa was not good.

Is it possible to denounce a scientist of preeminent achievements based solely on a few innocuous words like ‘it doesn’t look good? Not by any people revering the Constitution such as Miss Gordon-Reed claims to be here. The crime against Mr. Watson was committed out of sheer bigotry.

So, while I understand fully the motivations of the Editors of the CFR magazine, Foreign Affairs, and while I think Miss Gordon-Reed is undoubtedly a wonderful person the CFR should have chosen a more qualified historian to express their opinion which is all Miss Gordon-Reed has done. It has been done before; it wasn’t necessary to do it again. We all know the story.

The Future Of President Donald Trump

by

R.E. Prindle

 

The Democrats are in a bind. They have a president they despise who if he is allowed to succeed will destroy their whole agenda. Not since Herbert Hoover defeated their designated candidate, Al Smith, have they faced a bleaker future.

The Democrats had captured the presidency in 1912 when a divided Republican Party was defeated by a decidedly minority candidate Woodrow Wilson. Wilson recorded only slightly more votes than an almost equally split vote between the Party candidate, Taft, the insurgent candidate T. Roosevelt. In other words the combined Republican vote was a landslide endorsement of Republicans.

Wilson, as any Democrat, was sure that God’s own wisdom flowed through his brain. He thought himself virtue incarnate. Sure that he was the only one able to guide the nation he intended to run for a third term in 1920. His connection with God’s brain was severed when his own was paralyzed by a stroke.

The Democrats had no good backup candidate so the Republicans waltzed in with a candidate little more popular with the Dems than our own Donald Trump, Warren G. Harding. Harding, like Trump, refused to follow the Liberal agenda while restoring prosperity to the nation.

Harding died mysteriously, succeeded by his colorless VP Calvin Coolidge who was thought to be a sure loser. Contradicting the pundits Coolidge surprised, capturing the presidency on his own. His presidency was known was known as the phenomenal Coolidge Prosperity. A New Era with a car in every garage and two chickens in every pot.

Coolidge chose not to run for re-election and that brought Herbert Hoover, one of the greatest of Americans, to the fore. He easily routed the Dem Al Smith. Prosperity, a Republican prosperity, was at its peak. If that continued it was certain that Hoover would be re-elected and after him probably another Republican for another eight long years. The future looked dim for the Dems.

Only a great economic disaster could bring the Republicans down; the Federal Reserve easily handled that, engineering the Stock Market Crash of 1929. while others interfered with Hoover over the next three years preventing his ability to pull the country from the Great Depression. A then nearly, or actually, incompetent Democrat by the name of Franklin Delano Roosevelt took Hoover’s place thus keeping the country in Depression for seven long years and then he dragged the country into a totally destructive war that could easily have been avoided and next he blew the peace.

Thank you, Democrats.

In our time the Democrat Barack Obama led the country into a ruinous situation attempting to abort capitalism. The Dems under Obama had all but succeeded and would have succeeded if Hillary Clinton had not been out maneuvered by the unexpected and unwanted candidate, Donald Trump.

Now, as with Warren G. Harding, it appears that President Trump is leading the country into a prosperity to rival that of the Coolidge prosperity. The fear of the Dems is that if allowed to succeed Trump will be reelected while the future may be lost to the Dems for twenty years or more. They cannot let this happen. Thus, they may plunge the country into another horrendous depression to discredit the President as with Herbert Hoover or, failing that, an assassination as with Warren G. Harding.

They have furiously dug a hole for themselves in trying to set up some sort of impeachment process even though the President has committed no high crimes or misdemeanors. The whole charge seems to be that he was not their chosen candidate and had no right to win.

In an attempt to weaken the President they are now going after a key advisor Steve Bannon trying to discredit him in the President’s eyes and divide him from the President. This must not be allowed to happen. No machination against the President can be allowed to be taken seriously. An uncritical foul must be called as an instinctive reaction. Smear the Dems back.

Track down every Dem elected or candidate and expose their peccadilloes, sexual or economic, they all have them. Unprovable sex violations have proven to be most viable as witness the Republican Roy Moore of Alabama. Go after their wives, many affairs are hidden there.

Be aggressive not passive, this is a war to the end, attack and defend simultaneously. Be anonymous if possible. Deny everything.

The Remarkable Case Of

Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Eyes

by

Dr. Anton Polarion

Concern for man himself and his fate must always form the chief interest…in order that the creations of our mind should be a blessing and not a curse for mankind.

–Albert Einstein

 

In 1953 a sci-fi novel was published by Arthur C. Clarke which he entitled ‘Childhood’s End.’ I read it only a couple years ago and while I don’t believe I got his point the story has haunted my imagination since then. In the novel he depicts a situation in which the first phase of evolution has flowered, and a second phase is about to begin out of the blown flower or the seed of the first.

Just after the end of WWII Clarke may well have believed than an old order of evolution had matured and a new one was beginning. His symbolism notwithstanding it is clear the evolution was not beginning a new phase, unless he knew something he wasn’t telling, but it is possible to view the post-war period as a culminating point in the historical continuum.

Writers are frequently more sensitive to such shifts than other people. Assuming that the historical continuum had at least transited its first phase, as I do, and was in fact beginning a new phase, which I only postulate, then it is possible to review the historical evolution of mankind and its various sub-special components as completed units. I intend to place Edgar Rice Burroughs in his place in that historical continuum.

Now let us by a feat of Wells/Einsteinian legerdemain roll the paper into a cylinder and step across the seam into that earlier phase of the historical continuum.

For tens of thousands of years the flow of the historical continuum appeared to be nearly as even and uninterrupted as the flow of the mighty Congo from the immense distance of Stanley Falls to the Stanley Pool.

Change there was but so slow as to cause barely a ripple until the accumulated changes resulted in the disruption of human consciousness that occurred in the Victorian Period.

Since then the historical continuum has been as turbulent as the series of rapids on the Congo below Stanley Pool.

THEN I SAW THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,

CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.

Then along that riverbank

A thousand miles

Tattooed cannibals danced in file.

–Vachel Lindsay, The Congo

The French Revolution was important but that was mainly a political transition from the late feudal to the early modern. What we’re really concerned with is the challenge it gave to the psychology of man, that time when the Congo and the Jungle became a symbol of Man’s conscious and unconscious mind and his conscious mind cut through the darkness like a golden track. To put a convenient date on the psychological transition let’s put it at 1859 when Darwin’s

Origin of Species’ was published; nothing challenged the ancient mentality of Mankind more. It was then that the Congo crept North of the Equator to flow through the Euroamerican mind.

Darwin’s theories rent the mind of most men in two. Some like Edgar Rice Burroughs understood instantly but most resisted for decades while a hundred fifty years later the howl of disbelief can still be heard. The Semitic vision of the origin of man and the world as portrayed in Genesis became impossible for any reflective Westerner to believe. The hold of the ancient Semitic system of belief was so strong that exoteric scholars could not express their evolutionary views openly for fear of losing their jobs while having their lives ruined in what might risibly be termed ‘premature McCarthyism.’

Then I heard the boom of the blood-lust song

And a thigh bone beating on a tin-pan gong.

–Vachel Lindsay -The Congo

Nevertheless the brief period from 1859 to 1914 was one of the most exciting and productive periods of history.   The past had been or was being made intelligible to Western Man’s inquiring mind. As unpleasant as the fact may be to some people, modern understanding is solely the product of the mind of Western Man or Homo Sapiens III. Neither the African of HIS nor the sterile Semites nor the various sterile Mongolid races contributed one iota of understanding in this period, very little since and that only under the influence of the West.

While the Semitic Freud was delving into personal psychology his great rival, CG Jung, was exploring the development of human consciousness to open a psychological understanding of the mind of mankind in which the individual might be included and explained. In other words, he was placing the individual in the historical continuum. An esotericist of some note, it is to Jung and the school he founded that we are indebted for our understanding of all the phases of consciousness, their development and evolution.

At the same time that our increasing awareness allowed us to see clearly into the past for the first time, the pace of change was becoming so rapid that it was possible to project current trends into the near future. In conjunction with the rapid increase in scientific discoveries a futuristic or science fiction became possible.

In the popular mind the foundations for futuristic fiction were laid by the vastly underrated H.G. Wells.

Understanding the past, projections into the future and tremendous technological achievement, lent this period such great self-confidence that it was thought that anything was possible to the mind of man. The attitude was abruptly brought to an end in 1912; not by the First World War but rather by the unthinkable fact that Man’s mind had erred in thinking that it could build an unsinkable ship. When that great ship, the Titanic went down it took the pride of Western, which is to say human mind down with it.

The period of 1859 to 1914 was also one in which the absolute superiority of the ‘White race’ seemed not only apparent but real in fluorescent colors. In fact, White, or HSIII, superiority was acknowledged by all the people of the Earth, who were overawed by Western achievements. It was only after 1914 when the confidence of HSIII was shaken that the counter-attack became possible and success plausible. Even then this was an internal schism between the right people of the West and the wrong people of the Reds.

I have studied the notion of evolution of Dugald Warbaby in his essays ‘Tarzan Over Africa’ and ‘Tarzan Meets Mohammed.’ Based on his notion I would like to explain how the various sub-species are to be characterized during this first historical continuum.

The character of a sub-species is fixed from the moment of its mutation. Everything that it will ever be able to do it can envision at its inception; there is no evolution of ability within a sub-species its abilities unfold to its limits as its development progresses.

In you believe in Darwin’s concept of natural selection then you must believe that the various sub-species segregated themselves from the other sub-species on the basis of likeness. Further, following Darwin’s theory of natural selection so did various races form within a sub-species. Each race within a sub-species will by natural selection exclude all others who are not true to type until the race is uniform in appearance and psychology.

To use the African model: If one race is flat nosed and thick lipped then those characteristics will be valued. Any who do not conform to the ideal will be ejected from the race or killed.

If nearby thin lipped people with a bridged nose exist those two peoples will come into conflict with each other. The ensuing war between the physical and psychological types will be to the knife. In a word: genocide. Undisturbed by outside forces the battle will continue until either one race is exterminated or one or the other moves from the vicinity. This is what natural selection means. This is the history of Man. The notion of natural selection was also put into the words: survival of the fittest.

Thus HSI claimed sub-Saharan Africa for itself expelling the mutated HSII and possibly the Semites if they mutated at the same time . HSII migrated from the Mediterranean Basin and on into Western Europe. The Semites separated from HSI and HSII or were driven away migrating into the Arabian Peninsula, a backwater. HSIII when it mutated was either expelled from HSII or separated themselves to occupy the area near the Caspian Sea.

The English geneticist Bryan Sykes believes that the various Mongolid races mutated from HSIII a mere ten thousand years ago although this seems unlikely. The Mongolids like the Semites are also a sterile offshoot. They migrated across the steppes to the Eastern seaboard of Asia. Thus, following Darwin’s theory of natural selection when the traceable historical continuum becomes apparent one has HSI in Africa, HSII in Western Europe and HSIII in the Caspian area of Central Asia, the Semites occupying Arabia and the Mongolids in Eastern Asia.

The first confrontation between the sub-species in historical times came when a people of HS III derivation migrated to Mesopotamia. There they created a civilization which may have been influenced by an HSII population already in possession. Either HSIII alone or together with HSII, this people created the Sumerian Civilization.

 

From Sumer To The World Trade Center

 

In the present struggle in Eastern Europe the element of religious antagonism is the most important factor in the problem. The question originally one of race and government has become to a great extent one of religion. …Muslims…use the Sheriat, or law embracing or based upon the Cor-an and its commentaries, and this is declared by many persons in Western Europe to be utterly inapplicable to Christian subjects. Here, then, is the real difficulty; is Mohammedanism so plastic as to be adapted to the reforms which it is universally admitted…are required, or must it be eliminated altogether from Europe? If an affirmative answer be given to the latter proposition…there is no solution of the difficulty but a religious war, and such a war as the world has never yet seen.

–Mohammed and Mohammedanism.

Anonymous reviewer in the

Quarterly Review, January 1877

The answer has proven to be that Moslemism is not so plastic as to be adjusted to rational or Western psychology. Moslemism is an expression of the Semitic psychology. That psychology is particular to the Semitic sub-species. In the Darwinian sense it is part and parcel of natural selection. HSIII and the Semites are psychologically incompatible. That cannot be changed.

Now, the Semites could never have created a civilization on their own but the glitter of the HSIII Sumerian civilization drew them from their desert haunts much as the glitter of Western civilization has drawn the Semites from their desert oil fields today. Bear in mind that the Semitic character was set a hundred thousand years before Sumer and that no matter how circumstances may change their character cannot. Its stern limits are set by genetic evolution.

It is to be assumed that just as the Semites first infiltrated Western civilization then attacked and destroyed the symbol of Western supremacy, the World Trade Center in the Western capital of New York City, that they committed a similar outrage against Sumer five thousand years ago. Character, methods and tactics in a sub-species do not change; as it is it was and ever shall be.

If one analyzes Semitic methods and ethos which will have remained unchanged for the five thousand years of recorded history it will be readily seen what transpired in Sumer and why the Sumerian civilization was obliterated.

The main body of Semites undoubtedly blamed a militant minority for whatever crime was perpetrated against the Sumerians. The Semitic story of Cain and Abel may point the way to the nature of the dispute, just as the Sumerian story of Gilgamesh and Enkidu may present the Sumerian version of the quarrel. Believing they were dealing with an honorable people, rather than driving the Semites away, the Sumerians believed that the Semites were sincere and that they could get along with them. Thus, while palavering endlessly the Semites continued to infiltrate Sumer until they had sufficient numbers within and sufficient military power without to displace the Sumerians in their own land. ‘Ye shall live in houses that ye never built.’ As the Bible says.

Not having inherent scientific ability the Semites gradually replaced the scientific basis of Sumerian society with their own brand of fanatical ignorant religion.

Thus, the Semites appropriated Mesopotamia and Syria occupying the coasts of the Mediterranean while retaining Arabia. The deadly pall of Semitic ignorance settled over the Near East, or Western Asia, however you look at it. Contemporary Egyptians styled them ‘vile Asiatics.’

Over the centuries the Semites came into direct conflict with the Egyptians who, if I am right in the origins of the Libyans of Lower Egypt, were an HS II people. As empires grew larger and came into direct contact the Semitic empire of Assyria was able to conquer the HSIIs of Egypt in the seventh century BC. Thus, in the Darwinian struggle for supremacy the Egyptians were eliminated as a people. They have never recovered being now a remnant after a genocidal persecution of centuries. Their place has been taken by Semites.

As in Sumer the Semitic character immediately began to attack the scientific religious culture of Egypt in an attempt to destroy it while superimposing their own fanatical religious culture, the culture of ignorance.

The HSIII Persians ousted the Semitic Assyrians being in turn ousted by the HSIII Greeks who were replaced by the HSIII or possibly HSII Romans.

Now, following their sub-special manner a group or race of Semites, known in history as Jews, who had been displaced in an intra-sub-special conflict with the Assyrians in 586 BC, had been infiltrating the various kingdoms of the Mediterranean from Gaul to Egypt and Libya much as their ancestors had infiltrated Sumer. They followed the intolerant Semitic impulse by combating the religion of their host countries. They aggressively over turned altars and insulted the religion of these nations.

Unwilling and unable to assimilate themselves, as in the prototype of Sumer, they sought first to infiltrate and then to conquer. In the Roman case, much as in the Semitic attack on the World Trade Center, they made their move prematurely and had insufficiently infiltrated the enemy territory while having no military force without to complete conquest. In the resulting wars known to history as the Jewish Wars the Romans all but exterminated the Palestinian Jews while the Jews within the empire stood by helplessly.

In the ensuing syncretistic Semito-Christian religion the Semites acquired a disproportionate influence over the Greek scientific thought completely suppressing it. In keeping with the Semitic Sumerian tradition the Semito-Christians attacked all science and learning in an attempt to stultify the Greek or scientific influence in their attempt to impose the ignorance which was in keeping with their native intellect. The result in the West was what is know as the Dark Ages.

Then, in the seventh century AD an Arabian Semite by the name of Mohammed re-evaluated the situation to come up with a new and more determined attempt to impose Semitism on the world.

After Sumer, in the Jewish attempt of the conquest of HSII and HSIII, the Jews were so cranked out that in their pride they excluded all from their religion but their own small race of Semites. This created a situation which in a direct confrontation with the majority must always lose. Mohammed realized the error of exclusiveness rewriting the rules so that even forcible proselytization to his new Semitic religion was preferred.

Thus, by enrolling potentially unlimited auxiliaries under a religious banner he was able to augment the numbers of Semites so that there was a chance of conquering the world under the banner of ignorance.

Mohammed also undoubtedly realized that even though the Semites had gained a preponderant influence in the Semito-Christian religion that eventually the majority would reject the foreign Semitic influence. It was necessary then to impose Semitism on the majority by physical force. He thus organized the Semites into a military force capable of attacking the world.

The Arabs quickly overran North Africa while their converts the Moors entered Spain quickly conquering that nation. Without a pause they swept through the Pyrenees to penetrate deep into Europe where they stopped nearly at the gates of Paris from which they were driven back into Spain. The Spaniards then began the Reconquista which took them nearly a millennium to accomplish. Thus Europe barely escaped being impaled on the lance of ignorance.

Although it is generally believed that at the beginning of the Arab conquest a brilliant scientific civilization was created this notion is completely false. The Moslems rode over an existing HSIII Greek scientific culture which they immediately assaulted in much the same manner as that of the Semito-Christians. It took them about three hundred years to suppress the Greek scientific culture until today there is not one shred of scientific learning in Moslem lands. Instead they dynamite anything that challenges the ignorant bigoted Moslem view of religion.

From that first impulse to the present day the Semites have never ceased their worldwide attack on both the West and the East. What the Assyrians failed to do in Egypt, Mohammed’s fanatical Moslems have accomplished. With ceaseless tireless energy and will Moslems have sought to impose their ignorance on the world.

The situation in 1877 when the Russians, Poles and Austrians were driving the Moslems out of Central and Eastern Europe was essentially that of today. Whether you like it or not Milosevic was continuing and winning the war referred to by the prefacing quote in 1877. The reviewer in the Quarterly Review realized that one must drive the Moslems out or accept the stultification of the HSIII species. That is what Milosevic was doing.

There was some surcease for the West when the Slavs and Austrians succeeded in driving the Moslem power back into Asia at the end of the nineteenth century. However Moslems remained successfully active in Africa, India and the Far East.

It was only Western Science that provided the means to temporarily crush the Moslems and put them in their place. That is where matters stood when the first historical continuum ended in 1945.

Regaining courage and strength from their oil reserves the Semites once again following in their five thousand years practice began to infiltrate every country in the world while consolidating themselves in their core areas.

Whether the attack on the West in New York was premature or not remains to be seen in the response the West makes. If it follows the Sumerian model of toleration then it must lose this five thousand year battle with the forces of ignorance. If it follows the Roman model and destroys Mecca and Medina as the Romans were compelled to destroy Jerusalem, while either exterminating or confining the Moslems then civilization will survive at whatever cost. The Hitlerian solution is so extreme as to cause revulsion. However if we are truly a scientific people both in physics and psychology we do have the means although we probably lack the will to conquer. Perhaps that was the Sumerian problem, too much prosperity and comfort to imperil. Like them we will probably be too supine to assert our superiority. We should be able to manage pretty well if we assume the will the defeat the enemy. This battle will be fought as a test of wills. This is a colder war than the war with Communism.

This same sort of analysis can be applied to every sub-species on the planet; the potentialities and possibilities of each has become an established fact, their future actions can be forecast from their past history. I do not intend to go into each, but it should be clear that the former Chinese leader, Mao Ze Dong, was true to the Chinese sub-special type. No matter what the Chinese may say, Mao bared the Chinese soul.

 

Edgar Rice Burroughs Strides Into The Scene

 

The life of Edgar Rice Burroughs straddled the great 1914 division of this both terminal and seminal period from 1859 to 1945. His youth was lived in the shadow of the Little Big Horn where Custer died for our sins in 1876 the year after Burroughs was born. The Plains Indians were still being overrun in his youth while he himself participated in the last Indian battles against the Apaches in the Southwest. Even as the Indians were being defeated he saw the success of man’s attempt to fly, the introduction of the telephone and movies. Henry Ford introduced the Model T making a mass market auto industry a reality almost at the same time Burroughs sat down to begin his Tarzan stories. And then the Titanic sank.

Burroughs was a pulp fiction writer. I think it can be argued that the pulp fiction magazine originated with the Strand Magazine in England. Pulp fiction called for a different approach than literary fiction. Literary fiction is designed to appeal to refined, informed or cultured tastes while pulp fiction was designed as popular entertainment for the widest possible audience.

Thus, Literary authors have tended to look down on popular writers. However one result of universal literacy was that ‘common’ tastes prevailed over fine literature. Today almost no one can tell you who the American literary author William Dean Howells was or have even heard of him, yet you may be certain that he and his contemporaries thought his literary immortality was secured.

Ernest Poole won the first Pulitzer Prize for literature yet I doubt that even one person in a million could identify him. Booth Tarkington won two Pulitzer prizes which no one else has ever done yet the mention of his name draws blank stares. He wrote good stuff too which one hopes won’t be forgotten. ‘Seventeen’ was a real charmer.

Strangely, the great popular fiction writers are known not so much for themselves as for their creations. Thus, everyone knows Sherlock Holmes, but many would be stumped by the name Arthur Conan Doyle. You almost have to be a specialist to know who Bram Stoker was yet Dracula is a piece of furniture in everyone’s mind. Not one in an infinite number can identify Gaston LeRoux but all know the Phantom Of The Opera, his creation. Edgar Rice Burroughs’ name is fairly well known but not everyone can connect him to his universally known creation, Tarzan. Not even in his home town, Tarzana.

Burroughs came at the tail end of that crop of popular writers who have been the staple of twentieth century literature. He was too young to be a part of the Kipling, Wells, Haggard and Doyle scene although circumstances did make him a friend of the OZ creator, L. Frank Baum.

Even thought H.G. Wells was only six years his senior Well’s writing career began in the 1890s. He had been famous nearly twenty years before Burroughs put pen to paper. And yet Burroughs writing connects him to this pre-1914 literary scene as a sort of younger sibling; he belongs to this tradition. Nor is his creation, Tarzan, inferior in reputation to any other literary creation of the time with the exception of the archetype of the twentieth century, Bram Stoker’s Dracula.

Even then, many, if not most people don’t realize that there is not only one Tarzan novel but a series of them.

Edgar Rice Burroughs’ eyes had seen most of the seminal events of this productive pre-1914 period when he sat down to write. He was able to reflect on them all. Unlike his near contemporaries he did not create the era so much as recapitulate it. From 1914 to 1945 was pretty much a playing out of these earlier developments.

Darwin’s theory of evolution had created a defined racial hierarchy at the bottom of which was the Negro and at the top of which was the EuroAmerican White. In between were the Semites and Mongolids. This notion is reflected in Burroughs’ writing.

While it was believed that this was the order of evolution there was no scientific basis for proving what was apparent to the eyes.

The great disrupting discoveries in physics and psychology had already been made and were becoming popularized. Havelock Ellis, Krafft-Ebing and others were leading a sexual revolution; the Feminist Movement was in full tilt while in a few years the unthinkable would occur when Communism seized power in Russia in 1917 which made the post 1914 world so different while people were slow to understand the magnitude of the change. And then there was the introduction of the income tax which disturbed ERB so much in ‘Tarzan And The Ant Men.’

Amazingly Burroughs eyes were so acute he was able to understand and incorporate all these developments in the Tarzan novels without ever mentioning any by name. In his dedication to ‘entertainment’ he was able to write around, below, above and through these developments without letting any of them obtrude didactically into his stories. Therein lies, I think, the secret of his success. While H.G. Wells became a didactic preacher for his causes at the end of his career thereby dating himself; Burroughs sublimated his opinions while yet always coming down on the right side of the question. He cannot be considered a reactionary or even a conservative; he always understood the nature of the question and saw the correct viewpoint. Thus, he remains ‘modern’ or current.

Burroughs has been accused of ‘racism’ for his views on evolution but the accusation misses the point. Bear in mind the consequences of evolution and natural selection. To speculate on the nature of evolution and apply the results is not ‘racism.’ After all, not only did Burroughs have no trouble with evolution but he seems to have a well thought out notion of it which differs little from Darwin’s natural selection and seems to be closer to the more accurate scientific genetic explanation. One might call ERB a speculative evolutionist.

This is a remarkable achievement as in 1912 when he began to write, no academic could openly reject religion in favor of evolution without being expelled from the academic community. Even though they knew better they still proclaimed that evolutionary beliefs did not challenge religious opinions.

Burroughs, courageously one might say, disregards all religious considerations, writing about evolution as though it were an accepted and undeniable fact. Tarzan experiences every phase of evolution in his development. He was reared as a beast, consorted with the Africans, then considered the lowest form of humanity, and went directly to being a civilized EuroAmerican and then backtracked to become the chief of the Black Waziri then becoming the Great White Potentate of all Africa.

The significant point here is that Burroughs apparently considers the Negro as a distinct species. Rokoff, the Russian villain in ‘Son of Tarzan’, tells Jane that as her husband was born a beast so Jack, his son, will be placed amongst an African tribe to be reared in the evolutionary stage of the Negro, that is, between the apes and homo sapiens.

Blacks are also differentiated culturally by Burroughs; he does not deal in rude stereotypes. He is aware of cultural differences between African tribes. His proud Waziri are the crème de la crème of the African tribes in every respect, especially in never having submitted to Arab slavers. American Blacks such as Robert Jones of ‘At The Earth’s Core; who have been subjected to different cultural influences in the United States are portrayed entirely differently from the various African Blacks. ERB has a keen eye for distinctions, in dialect and speech most especially.

He himself was an avid reader. This is no more apparent than in his treatment of his Arab characters. He never traveled outside the United States so his knowledge of Moslemism and Arabs had to be acquired completely from books. As Warbaby pointed out in ‘Tarzan Meets Mohammed’ Burroughs was a keen student of Moslem culture. He perceived the complete lack of Science in Moslem thought nearly predicting 9/11.

It is very true that he has no great liking for his Arab characters. They are uniformly disreputable and bad.

Yet they are not stock characters. There is a great deal of individuality about them. Personally I found Amor Ben Khatour, the abductor of Miriem in ‘Son of Tarzan’ a terrifying and realistic character. I thought the sub-plot between Meriem’s father and Khatour well handled.

That the Arabs are all villains may be attributed less to ‘racism’ than the fact of their occupation. They are all slave traders. The Arabs living in Africa were associated with the slave trade. Being a slave trader in Arab society was something like being a dope dealer in ours. Just because someone want to buy the product doesn’t mean they want to be associated with the dealers. The dealer is usually a disreputable person whether in drugs or slaves. Anyone who has read his Burton and Stanley can form a pretty accurate idea of a slaver’s character.

How then could Burroughs depict his Arabs as any less than brutal, mean, disreputable men. This is what a slaver is; this is what Burroughs understood; there is no racism involved. He doesn’t descend into name calling. Rather Burroughs grapples honestly and accurately with some fairly difficult problems.

Burroughs was cleverly synthesizing the ideas and learning of the 1859-1914 period in a way in which those of us of the post-1945 generation who were at ‘Childhood’s End; could use his opinions and attitudes to build a base of opinion on which to extend our own attitudes into the future as a basis of our own lives.

As evidence that Burroughs succeeded is the fact that his character named Tarzan who no longer has a home in a geographical location called Africa still exists as the Lord of the Jungle in a psychological projection of our subconscious called Africa.

 

NOW I SEE THE CONGO, CREEPING THROUGH THE BLACK,

CUTTING THROUGH THE FOREST WITH A GOLDEN TRACK.

 

Yes, that terrifying Congo, that symbol of the Heart of Darkness, the savage untutored wildness creeping through the jungle of our nocturnal fears, the psychological malaise that affects us all. How to find that golden track of consciousness that will relieve us of our uncertainties and make the world safe for us, that is the question.

Perhaps Burroughs’ greatest success was that he created a character to represent our conscious minds while reducing the world of subconscious terrors of this jungle of Africa called Life to a manageable form. In this mental Africa by the force of character we can all feel less threatened and more at home as we cruise down our personal Congo in our very own ‘Lady Alice.’

Long live Tarzan and God Bless Edgar Rice Burroughs.

Peggy Noonan And Alabama Women

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Peggy Noonan came up with an interesting essay in the Wall Street Journal of 11/18-19/17 concerning the sexual issue, specifically concerning Alabama’s Roy Moore, who, as far as I can tell, committed no crimes .

Ever sensitive about Republican sexual peccadilloes the Democratic perverts are forcing Moore to undergo a second confirmatory election to give the Democrats another shot at defeating him. Good god, how they wish they could have forced Trump into a second confirmatory to give Hilary a second chance of winning and how they would have been driven committable had he won. Not as bad thing actually as we would have been relieved of the whole miserable lot.

I don’t know that Doug Jones, chosen to run against Moore, has been sexually vetted to insure he is clean, but in any event Peg approvingly quotes Jones: I’m not in favor of anything that is going to infringe on a woman’s right and freedom to choose.

This is a live issue with certain women: they insist that they choose what they do with their body. Yes, indeed, but this has societal and legal ramifications with real consequences.

The first issue is when is a woman a woman? At the time Jerry Lee Lewis was pushed down in the mire for marrying his 13 year old cousin it was legal in his home State; he was completely within the law and his and his wife’s rights. She should have been free to do with her body as she wished. Nevertheless Jerry Lee was literally crucified.

Recent laws have pushed statutory rape to the age of eighteen. Any male who has sexual relations with a sub-eighteen, even by a day, sub-eighteen himself or not is guilty of statutory rape.

At the same time in girls’ or women’s terms any girl still a virgin past sixteen is a retard. There’s a conflict there isn’t there? Who is going to deflower the women and yet with few exceptions every girl of sixteen has been deflowered? Still, women say that it is every woman’s right to do with her body as she wishes.

Let us assume then that a girl becomes a woman at fourteen when her womanly attributes become obvious and she knows it and struts her stuff. So, the law forbids a woman to function as a woman for four long years when her hormones are driving her crazy.

And this raises the question of prostitution. If a woman can dispose of her body as she wishes then she has the right to sell her favors. In this day and age that would be for several thousand dollars a night. Obviously, the laws as now written prevent women from becoming easy millionaires by forbidding her to use her body as she wishes. Technically this is unjust.

Even more unjust is arresting some poor John who has done no wrong in purchasing a woman’s product of which she is free to dispose.

Of course, the law forbids a woman from exercising this privilege or right. Like marijuana advocates say when the product is made legal crime will cease.

This then poses a problem for candidate Doug Jones. Regardless of whether he favored young women Moore will have been perfectly within his rights, in the above considerations, in pursuing the women as long as didn’t use force. Rape, of course, violates the woman’s right. That they may have acquiesced to the importunatations of Moore doesn’t mean Moore is liable for any censure. The women have no complaint. Certainly a firm no or I’ll call the police would have sufficed to dissuade anyone but a rapist.

So, the whole sexual brou ha ha appears to based on outmoded laws or behavior of women if women are to truly have control of their body. If they err in judgment that is their own concern. If they want to terminate a pregnancy the day before birth or even murder the new born it is the product of their own body and no concern to society. Right?

Rethinking The Las Vegas Shootout

by

R.E. Prindle

 

Let us examine a different scenario for the Vegas Shootout involving Stephen Paddock. First let us consider that numerous people have insisted that there were numerous shooters on the ground. Eight of the most prominent of these people have died within a month suggesting that they were removed. This suggests two things: a. The shooting was part of a large scale plan involving numerous plotters and b. there is a cover up concerning multiple shooters in which many who could contradict the official narrative have been killed. That was either done by an upper management group or the plotters themselves in an effort to maintain the Paddock narrative. This scenario will assume a large plot.

As to criminal methods: If you are going to commit a crime the practice is to implicate an innocent party as a patsy or fall guy. All the evidence will point to the patsy. Once his guilt is established and he judged guilty as far as the police go the crime is solved. No need to look further and the perps are in the clear.

This was how the Kennedy assassination was run. If you remember Lee Harvey Oswald said on TV: I’m just a patsy. He was the obvious shooter although others guaranteed the killing. However it seemed clear that Oswald was going to talk. If he knew he was the patsy then he knew who else was involved. Therefore Jack Ruby was recruited to silence him. The police were warned beforehand that an attempt to kill Oswald was going to occur. They took zero preparations and Oswald was shot by Ruby. The killing of Oswald was done to protect certain parties.

Ruby was imprisoned but he made the conspirators nervous. He was first declared insane to make anything he said irrelevant. Then a couple years later he died from ‘natural’ causes. The conspirators believed they were in the clear.

As far as Paddock goes, with shooters on the ground, the grassy knoll, so to speak, it seems obvious that Paddock is the patsy. It is only assumed that he was the shooter because he was found dead amidst all those guns. (Pay attention to the role of guns.) Hundreds of pounds of weapons and ammunition. Way too much for what was intended.

Now, everybody says that he was a mild mannered man who never caused any trouble while he is said to have sat playing video poker, a solitary occupation, at twelve hour stretches several days in a row. At 64 years of age he had no police record. A law abiding man.   He frequently was comped rooms at the casinos so his checking into the Mandalay was nothing unusual for him. The valet who checked him in said that he had nothing but the usual luggage. Certainly not hundreds of pounds of guns. That valet is one of the people who has died post concert.

Mandalay management says that he didn’t come out of his room after he checked in. There was no way for Paddock to get that arsenal into the hotel and his room.

That means that he and his room was selected as the site for the plot. Bear in mind that the shooting took place after dark so that there was no way that the shooter could have had a clear shot at what he was shooting from 300 or more feet away from a couple hundred feet above street level. The Mandalay was just a decoy to draw attention from the real shooters on the ground, but attention has been directed to the Mandalay, bump stocks and other irrelevant details.

The plotters probably moved the guns into the building into an adjoining room—perhaps the one whose door was ajar that supposedly brought Paddock to the attention of the Mandalay security guard. In all likelihood the security guard was the shooter.

Probably posing as room service he got Paddock to open his door. He then shot Paddock who then was dead before the shooting began. The guard wheeled the weapons into the room either alone or assisted by others who were checked in as guests, leaving the cart outside the door where it was found. The guard then sprayed the door with a burst or two of machine gun fire. Any accomplices did not have to leave the hotel; all they had to do was return to their rooms and wait till the coast was clear.

The guard then created the Mandalay diversion by shooting into the concert enclosure perhaps hitting people but perhaps not. Once the panic began most concert goers would have had no idea what was happening except that it was happening. Probably conspirators called attention to the Mandalay, as the site would not have been that obvious, at which point it could be said that the shooting was coming from the Mandalay.

In any event, chaos created, the guard throws the gun down while giving himself a flesh wound in the leg to authentic his ridiculous story of being hit by a bullet from the spray of machine gun fire through the door and around it.

The police arrive find the guard with his wound, listen to the story and find it credible, then find Paddock splayed out on the floor and assume that he was the shooter. They had absolutely no proof other than the circumstantial evidence. Remember that they only assumed, assumed, that Paddock was the sole shooter.

Thus the case was solved as they chose to ignore the reports of multiple shooters on the ground. The real perps had pulled off the most successful mass murder in US history. The only question now is who were the real perps and why. The shooting was barely over before some anti-gun enthusiast was on the air loudly proclaiming that guns and bump stocks were liable. The presence of so many guns and the uproar about guns points in the direction of the anti-gun crowd as possible perps.

Paddock almost certainly was not the shooter. He was the patsy and had to die just like Oswald. Dead patsies tell no tales.

The Myth Of The Twenty-First Century

Part IV

The Musical Assault b

by

R.E. Prindle

 

The Seduction Of Youth

 

The dawning of the Sixties brings us into the heart of the matter: The Seduction Of Youth. The glamour of the Sixties was overwhelming. The sparkle, the glow, the sheer brilliance in so many fields, the bringing together of the best of the century; but beneath the gnomes were at work. We must take a few brief excursions to set the underlying menace to the gorgeous parade above.

Obviously nothing happens without a cause. There are always human manipulators. Who are they? In the broad sense of things Part a identified the Communists and Jews and the plan was worked on from the thirties to 1960. Now we have to go further back to the events surrounding the twenties to get a firm foundation. There we find a group of people superior to the Communists and Jews. These people form the Money Trust. They are above politics, manipulating all parties, pushing them toward the goal of security for the Money Trust.

Nathan Rothschild has been said to say the he cared not who made the laws or governed so long as he had control of the currency. Indeed, money is the tail that wags the dog. In keeping with his dictum in 1913 the Federal Reserve was created under Woodrow Wilson.   With the arrival of the Fed the currency was in the control of the manipulators.

The Federal Reserve is a private corporation owned by a consortium of US and European banks. Nine of these are Jewish firms, the tenth representing Rockefeller interests. The Fed was set up so that it is beyond governmental control. The President of the United States cannot interfere in the administration of the Federal Reserve. The Fed issues US currency and loans it back to the country at interest.

Thus the banking interests form a shadow government that as Nathan Rothschild said gives the Fed control of the US economy and direct influence on governmental policies.

After the Communist Revolution in Russia politics became seen as a political division of two parts: the ‘right side of history’, the repository of virtue styled Communist, Socialists, the Left, Progressives versus the wrong side of history, the repository of evil intentions styled Capitalists, Fascists or as a sub-group, Nazis, changed to Deplorables by Hillary Clinton. All was permitted to the Left; all was denied to the Right.

What to do with the Deplorables? In Russia, renamed the Soviet Union, the attempt was made to murder the whole lot, tens of millions were slaughtered but in the US and Europe outside the Soviet Union this was not possible, so means had to be devised to take psychological control of minds: Indoctrinate and condition. This was made easy by the developments in psychology in the decades leading up to 1920. Psycho-analysis led the way, the efficacy of suggestion and hypnotism was discovered. New technological developments provided unparalleled means. Freudian and Jungian psychology laid the mind bare.

To begin with 1960 moving back to 1920 and once again returning to 1960 we have seen how music was being used as part of a larger program. The Korean War showed how US soldiers captured by Communist North Koreans could be reprogrammed, that is brainwashed, to spout Communist ideals while renouncing their heritage. The movie, The Manchurian Candidate, gives some idea of how this was done.

Learning from the Korean experience the CIA instituted its MK-Ultra program. MK—Mind Kontrol. The Cia then began its own assault on the youth of the US. Of course, little of this was known or even suspected by the general population. There were voices beginning to sound the alarm in the late Sixties but these voices were dismissed as cranks and ‘Conspiracy Theorists.’ Hence today, I’m sure, if people have even heard of MK-Ultra they don’t believe it was real. Indeed, the story is so fantastic as to be beyond belief.

I’ll come back to MK-Ultra. The CIA was a post-WWII development, the brain child of that odd duck Allen Dulles. Farther back, let’s go to the period of the fight for the League of Nations that led to the formation of the Council On Foreign Relations- the CFR. In a Darwinian evolutionary sense expanding human populations were leading to a clash not unlike three or four galaxies colliding in space. What happens when worlds collide?

One possible result is an attempt to form a cooperative unit such as the League of Nations of Woodrow Wilson or FDR’s answer, the United Nations, following in the footsteps of his master, Woodrow Wilson.

In a world unprepared for this first attempt at consolidating all the populations of the world into one globe the League was doomed to failure with or without the inclusion of the US; nevertheless, a rather ridiculous attempt at a global unity devolved into ever smaller units with no means of representation for all was a real loser on the idea. Still, the emotional appeal to the Utopian minded was irresistible. The US laughing all the way refused to join this ridiculous organization that began failing from day one.

As can be seen by FDR’s pulling the wool over the eyes of the American people the Utopians had no thought of giving up.

Thus, when the Cox-FDR ticket running on a pro-League plank went down to a humiliating defeat in 1920 at the hands of despised Warren G. Harding who was no better thought of than our current President, Donald Trump, the Utopians were beside themselves. They began plotting to win the presidency back. That was not so easy as it seemed as it took them twelve years and all kinds of skullduggery.

In their minds the public was untrustworthy and couldn’t be trusted to do the right thing- that is, in the Utopianists’ view. There had been many changes since the winning of the West. Individualism was not so highly prized as back in the good old days when the winners were on their own, so to speak. Now, the times called for a new people, not unlike today. A collective unit in which individualism was punished.

Under Wilson, after America had gone to war in 1917 it was discovered that a collective unit could be created for patriotic reasons by incessant propaganda. Social engineering had passed from theory to practice. Using methods that would never have been tolerated in peace time the American people’s minds had been molded into group think. One solid bloc. There was a lesson to be learned there. And more than one set of people grasped it.

A number of peoples, disparate attitudes but one goal, sought to develop methods of thought control, somewhat in the manner of MK-Ultra, that would work within the US version of democracy. That democracy was crumbling along with individuality and being modified but that was in no way clear to the man on the street and perhaps even the perpetrators of the schemes.

The Communist Party had been quashed by the Harding Administration so the efforts of 1919, 20 and 21 for a Communist revolution came to nothing so the Reds had to go underground, act clandestinely until FDR recognized the Soviet Union in 1933 and took some of the pressure off the Reds so they swarmed into Washington DC but still in disguise.

Of the major groups, that left the Money Trust and the Jews. Bear in mind that the Money Trust was composed also of a Jewish faction led by Kuhn, Loeb and an American faction led by J.P. Morgan and Co. These two groups had different reasons for collectivizing the public, but control of the public mind was the object. The Jews too had their reasons for distrusting the public thus making something like MK-Ultra a key objective.

Out of this ferment then, the Money Trust came up with the idea of the Council On Foreign Relations- the League of Nations by a different name, you see. The CFR was and has been able to direct the affairs of government and that through the use of the currency. The Great Stock Market Crash of 1929 was wholly engineered to discredit President Herbert Hoover elected in 1928, assuming office in March of 1929 as was the style until FDR moved the inauguration to January for his second term.

Hoover was an old fashioned individualist who wanted nothing to do with collectivism thus he was at odds with the Wall Street Gang, on the wrong side of history as it is styled today.   The Money Trust then shifted their support to FDR who, as it were, was on the right side of history. The division between Hoover and CFR became acute for the 1932 election so that the Money Trust and the Jews worked against Hoover denying him Party and financial support. Did I mention that Hoover lost the election?

FDR himself was also connected to the money crowd but once in office he went his own way which was not the Wall Street way so they tried to organize a coup and put in an actual dictator along the lines of Mussolini. Their choice, Gen. Smedley Butler refused to play their game so that the coup was aborted. So now, to return to WWI.

George Creel in his position as chief of Wilson’s propaganda machine, the Committee On Public Information, showed how easy it was by the control of all media outlets to manipulate public opinion into one narrow channel.

Eyes were watching and saw how engineering consensus could be done. Propaganda’s name was changed to public relations. In the years leading up to the war public persons were being slandered or portrayed in unsavory ways without recourse. Finally these figures resorted to counter-propaganda and the public relations occupation was formed to meet this need. A man called Ivy Lee was the first to earn his keep in this fashion. Another successful PR guy was the Jew Edward Bernays. Bernays had also worked with Creel on the CPI and his eyes had been wide open.

Bernays was also the nephew of the psycho-analyst Sigmund Freud. Everyone should at least be familiar with Freud’s name. As a psychologist Freud was also a political man who developed methods to essentially hypnotize whole populations and get them moving in the direction he chose. Bernay’s spent time with Freud in Vienna at which time directing American mores must have been discussed. Freud even gave his nephew various of his works to translate.

Freud, Bernays and the Jews were also concerned with the unpredictability of the people so that they believed like the CFR that the people had to be conditioned, collectivized into an unthinking unit that would be pushed in the direction wanted.

Freud had learned his craft from the French masters Jean-Martin Charcot, Hippolyte Bernheim and Gustave Le Bon. Charcot and Bernheim were master hypnotists although Bernheim was the greater.

I’m sure that many who may be reading consider hypnotism to be a showman’s trick but the practice is quite serious while being more widely used than one might imagine.

Bernheim penetrated to the heart of the matter when he realized that the key to hypnotism was suggestion and that suggestion was everywhere around us. He observed that once a mind accepts a suggestion it will act on it. The key, then, to controlling a whole population is to get an idea firmly planted in the public mind and await results.

Bernays, for instance, understood his uncle well so that the idea of the good and bad had to be created in the public mind. Thus the Jews and Communists as a unit became the good while the opposition became Fascists at best and Nazis at worst. The left and the Right. The Left was good and the Right was bad. No good could expected from the Right and no bad from the Left.

The Soviet Union was the home of Socialism so that the Left’s sympathies lay with the Soviet Union and not in this country, America. This presented some difficulties as Stalin’s policies of extermination of the Right didn’t sit well with the American public. The USSR was closed to outside observation so the Left merely denied that such exterminations were taking place. And this was effective with all but a few and they were denigrated as ‘conspiracy theorists.’ The public by and large accepted these propagandistic suggestions.

Bernays, who may have exaggerated his importance somewhat, was nevertheless very successful in changing US mores. For instance, before the twenties American women weren’t smokers but American Tobacco seeking new markets wanted to change that. The company went to Bernays. He came up with a shtick in which a number of young society women marched in New York’s Easter Parade down 5th Avenue ostentatiously smoking cigarettes. This was enough to get the ball rolling and the female smoker market grew rapidly.

Of course, of greater concern to the Jews was the furtherance of Jewish privilege. While no real violent anti-Semitism existed in the US Jews were considered socially unacceptable. Discrimination in the form of exclusion from country clubs and such things. While Americans had the right to associate with whom they chose the Jews did not see it that way. Their feeling was that they could not be excluded from anything. They set about using propaganda, that is suggestion, to break those barriers down.

The whole story is too long and complex to go into here, suffice it to say that when the tools of radio, sound movies, and then TV came into existence those powerful disseminators of suggestion or propaganda were in Jewish control. As ever a troublesome truth was denied. The denials are never to be taken seriously.

In the media, then, Jews were always portrayed as lovable, kind, generous and good. Even though the thirties Murder Inc. was a Jewish concern it was fobbed off on the Italians. All Whites couldn’t be portrayed as bad so the categories Good Whites and Bad Whites were created. Good Whites were Philo-Semitic, anti-racist, pro-immigration, Homophiles and what have you while Bad Whites were Fascists, Nazis, Little Hitlers, evil, crazed opposites; in Hillary Clinton’s words: Deplorables. These categories through repeated suggestion were firmly implanted into US psyches and mores and exist in concentrated form today.

All this careful indoctrination and conditioning began to bear fruit by 1960. The center of dissemination naturally was New York City. NYC having the largest concentration of Jews in the world; and being the largest concentration had consequences. Furthermore, they were all, or nearly all, Jews from the Russian Pale of Settlement. The Pale was a huge territory bordering Central Europe from North to South designated as a sort of reservation for Jews.

When the steamship made mass transport possible Western European Jews organized the Jews of the Pale for transfer to the US. The assembly point was a town called Brody on the Russian-Hungarian frontier.

This is really a fascinating story. Brody is a story in itself. Starting from Brody, as I understand it, the Jews walked across Hungary, Austria and Germany to the port of Hamburg. There they boarded ships of the Hamburg Amerika line that was owned by fellow Jews; packed into steerage for the journey they were dumped out in New York City. So every summer for decades the highways were filled Jews tramping to Hamburg and exiting in NYC.

From 1871 to 1914 the Hamburg-Amerika line was very prosperous transporting holds full of Jews to the new Promised Land. The seas didn’t part for them but it was much the same thing without the weary wandering for forty years.

Once ashore the German-Jewish exiles of ’48 who were well established had organized the needle trades, that is the clothing industry, so that jobs were ready and waiting. Sweated jobs but entirely within a Jewish milieu or colony.

Many Jewish immigrants moved on, further inland, but most stayed in NYC moving from the huge concentration in the Lower East Side to colonize Brooklyn after the bridge was built. Thus NYC was fully twenty-five per cent Jewish, Socialist or Left leaning, mainly Zionists.

They then filled nearly half of the labor pool in what was then the dominant cultural center of the US. As the Jews understood the importance of education and were industrious it was inevitable that the cultural affairs of the country fell under their influence if not control. Naturally they populated the media as it developed- newspapers, magazines, movies, radio, music and records and TV so that the culture was primarily in Jewish hands.

The area of Greenwich Village next door to the Lower East Side became a Bohemian center attracting the misfits from all over the country. Homosexuality was actively discouraged in the US so every year a few more thousand migrated to NYC and many if not most settled in Greenwich Village so that by 1960 the Village was Jewish, Homosexual, odd balls and misfits and under Leftist control. You could not be of the Right in the Village; you would be run out. The Village was a real zoo. It was here that the Folk Music movement was centered. Home turf to Alan Lomax, Woody Guthrie and Peter Seeger. You couldn’t sing folk without Seeger’s approval. He was an emperor of Greenwich Village.

For all this to come together as it was experienced one has to bring the Art world into the picture. The Art world was in a period of disintegration that had begun with the 1913 Armory show in NYC. Those fifty years from ’13 to the Sixties were wild beyond surmise. Styles had come and gone: Cubist, Vorticist, Dada, Surrealist, Impressionist, Expressionist and out of that devolved Pop Art. The loudest voice and its defining voice was the homosexual son of immigrants Andy Warhol. The Day of the Nerd had arrived.

This is important, the Sixties wouldn’t have been possible without Time Magazine, Time-Life Inc. Time Magazine was formed about 1923 by Henry Luce shortly after the formation of the CFR although there may be no connection. The magazine managed to express the spirit of the times until the mid-Sixties when the sands of time began to slip away from Time. That is, the media began to leave the mess that NYC had become transferring to points South and West to Florida, Los Angeles and San Francisco. But, for one golden moment in the early Sixties, through perhaps ’66 Time Life created the culture that would follow. Perhaps Time even signaled its impending degeneration when in ’66 it published a cover all in black with the words Is God Dead? In white. The cover created quite a flap at the time and may have shattered confidence in the magazine.

While ostensibly a conservative magazine it was as Left leaning as it could get without blowing its cover. Look at the labor pool it had to select from, it was over 50% Jewish and Leftist. At one time during the forties its Editor had been the ex-Communist Whittaker Chambers who had supposedly left the Party in the late thirties and immediately was hired by Time Magazine where he worked his way up to Editor quickly. Does anyone really believe Chambers gave up his lifelong Communist beliefs and became a right winger? Not possible. He may have learned to dissimulate his belief but along with a staff of Jews who were Leftists Time managed to fool Americans through the Sixties until the mystique began to fade.

I stopped reading Time about 1964 when the image failed to match the content. In the early Sixties though it was a bible. Still the revolution that the NY Folk scene was succeeded as much from Time-Life coverage as anything else.

As 1960 began the decade the old forties and Fifties Red Folk scene having passed maturity was approaching its end. Then a few things happened. The Negro revolt that began with the Brown vs. Board of Education decision was approaching a first climax as the battles in the South had been turned to Negro advantages by Supreme Court decisions. The sexual revolution began with the Pill; movies and TV entered a new maturity of violence and as far as Greenwich Village and the Folk scene is concerned, a young Bob Dylan showed up on its doorstep as 1960 began.

One could not have guessed that this unprepossessing callow youth would have such a profound effect on the Village and the country as a whole, once again aided by close attention from Time-Life. At the same time he was supported by a couple of recent Jewish refugees from Chicago, Albert Grossman and Robert Shelton. Perhaps it was just a magic moment when everything came together but the ascent of Dylan from a raw, and I mean raw, novice to a powerful influence on the music of the Sixties seems to have been done with the assistance of interested parties.

On his arrival Dylan showed little to zero talent, his main attribute was an astounding chutzpah. He made the scene in the Village in late February, early March, of ’60. Not having been on the scene I can’t judge from personal appearances, the reception of which was equivocal, some saw nothing there. This view reflects my own from impressions at the time as well as listening to CDs of his very early performances such as his Montreal appearance before a half dozen barflies. He could have been any kid on your block who thought he could sing and couldn’t. There is no talent there.

He used his early months copying other artists. He began as a Woody Guthrie clone then began copying a limited talent, Rambling Jack Elliot, progressed through the purloining of Dave Van Ronk’s repertoire and strangely enough ended up auditioning for Columbia Records, a major label, after having been rejected by the nondescript Folkways Records and the little better known Vanguard.

The first result of his signing by Columbia’s legendary talent spotter John Hammond was the LP titled Bob Dylan that was little better than his Montreal appearance although noisier. The consensus was that he was Hammond’s folly. The public’s response was a benign neglect. Dylan was dogged; he knew not the name of Despair. He persisted. And then he began to write songs.

He would later describe Folk Music as a shuck nevertheless he had apparently studied the Folkies minds and crafted his songs around their prejudices. And it was a relatively clumsy job but it worked. No need to run through the catalog, the Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll is representative.

Dylan based the song on a news story; newspapers are always reliable sources of inspiration. Hattie was, of course a Negro servant, Blacks being always a source of sympathy. She was serving at a society party, always a good source for hating, and was reported to have been beaten to death before the assembled crowd by one William Zantzinger. There are conflicting versions that seem more believable than a man beating a woman to death if full view of a room full of heartless party goes. Still Dylan’s version was accepted as fact and Zantzinger would never be able to live it down. As would be demonstrated in further songs Dylan was not a stickler for reportorial accuracy.

The above was the tenor of Dylan’s ‘folk’ songs, none too subtle. The most wretched of his early efforts were The Masters of War and Ballad In Plain D which drip in unmitigated hatred. As wretched as those efforts were they established Dylan as the future of the New York scene. He became the Lion of Greenwich Village.

As previously mentioned a talent manager by the name of Allan Grossman had appeared in the Village in 1959. Allan was a go getter; he had ideas and plans. He was instrumental in forming the Newport Folk Festival. He then searched around for singers for a commercial Folk group patterned along the lines of the very successful Kingston Trio but his gimmick was two men and a woman. This would be the phenomenally successful Peter Paul and Mary. Peter and Paul were Jewish and Mary was a shiksa, naturally.

Grossman had connections, this was sort of a Jewish affair, but he needed songs. The Village was rooted in the forties and Fifties so Allan dug around the Pete Seeger song book producing a hit in Pete’s ridiculous If I Had A Hammer. Dylan, however, had churned out a potential hit called Blowing In The Wind, sort of If I Had A Hammer in a high breeze.   Grossman then signed Dylan, primarily as a song writer and was rewarded. Sometime in 1963 Dylan was visited by his muse who stayed with him through mid-1966 until departing to favor others.

Somewhen during ’63, ’64 Dylan caught the fever. It is questionable in my mind that he became a guitar player or harmonica blower but he became one hell of a conductor. He could direct other talented musicians.

Allan Grossman who was directing Dylan’s career as well as Peter Paul and Mary’s was apparently a real operator. He was able to place Dylan’s songs not only with PPM but with numerous artists from schmaltzy to Negro gospel. Dylan’s songs were everywhere. Most people still couldn’t listen to him but under a ceaseless media barrage Grossman inflated his reputation out of proportion. Of course, Time-Life was prominent in the mix, and overall this was a Jewish enterprise.

Then Dylan did the unbelievable, he blew up the NYC folk scene while actually realizing his dream of destroying Tin Pan Alley.

When Dylan first arrived in NYC he scouted Tin Pan Alley where his efforts were so snubbed he vowed to destroy the place. He probably didn’t voice his threat, or maybe he did, but such a threat would have been so risible coming from a unkempt scrawny probably smelly street person that he would have been laughed out. Then, whoever, probably smiled a smile, leaned back in his chair shaking his head and got on with his business. Yet, when Dylan took his electric rock band on the acoustic stage at Newport in 1965 he at one bound broke the festival and created the image of the singer songwriter.

All of a sudden with writers singing their own songs Tin Pan Alley was obsolete. Even the Alley writing team of Goffin-King broke up and sang their own songs. Carole King made it, Gerry Goffin didn’t. Dylan himself wrote no more folk songs instead singing about his girl friends in such abstruse terms nobody could understand him. And so the Sixties transited into the second half that is the real Sixties.

Dylan’s later output was neither folk nor rock but sui generis. There was really nothing like his ’64-’66 period. In the process he shattered the pop format. As in all transitions traditional style existed during the transition and survived but they affected Dylan’s pessimistic social criticism. While I myself was oblivious to any revolutionary qualities in Dylan’s stuff others picked up more violent images. Dylan’s line (a common saying, nothing original) “You don’t need a weatherman to tell which way the wind blows.’ Inspired a creep by the name of Bill Ayers to form a terrorist gang called the Weathermen that morphed into the Weather Underground so as not to exclude women.

His writing may have been influential in the formation of the Jewish terrorist organization, The Jewish Defense League and its offshoot the Jewish Defense Organization. All three groups were murderous bombers with dozens if not hundreds of bombings to their credit. At one point Dylan had an entourage of JDL troops as his body guard until more conservative Jews warned Dylan that the association was hurting his reputation. The singer wisely dropped them. He still continued other revolutionary associations however.

With Dylan’s success the whole concentration of young Folk singers in the Village sought and generally obtained recording contracts and stormed out of the Village singing their Leftist songs across the campuses of America. Very few had any success however. A couple of major exceptions were John Sebastian’s Lovin’ Spoonful and Simon and Garfunkel.

Let us go back a bit to go forward. The CIA back in the Fifties ran their MK-Ultra program. MK for Mind Control. Ostensibly the CIA was seeking drugs that could bypass resistance and get captive enemy soldiers to divulge their secrets. However they turned their drug program against their own people. By the Fifties the world was afloat in new chemical compounds, barbiturates, amphetamines, cocaine, heroin, and the psychedelics, mescaline, the Big Baby LSD, and a host of others including marijuana, all of them disorienting. All of them were turned loose and embraced by an unsuspecting public. Awareness of this didn’t really begin filtering through until the late Sixties although there were lonely voices in the wilderness but as MK-Ultra seemed as incredible as the Nazi death camps had there were few ears to hear.

And yet the evidence was right before our eyes. The whole generation was the guinea pig of the CIA and MK-Ultra. The CIA itself had been organized and run by a really odd duck, Allen Dulles. God only knows what this megalomaniacal nutcake was up to. He appears to have been neither Red. White or pink, playing instead some kind of solitaire.

Combined with the Dulles act was a Jewish flake by the name of Max Jacobson, known as Dr. Feelgood, the King of Amphetamines. Interesting story only encapsulated here. He was one of those Jewish megalomaniacs who graced the twentieth century. He began his career in post-WWI Germany. Whether he was an actual MD isn’t known for sure but in the confusion of the thirties and forties when Jews were fleeing Germany for the safety of the US Max set up shop as a doctor of medicine but his field of expertise was restricted to injecting his patients with massive doses of amphetamines.

He began his career in Germany when amphetamines having been recently discovered were coming into use. Vitamins also were discovered in the teens and twenties so by combining a drug with vitamins Max came up with a new miraculous medicine. Maybe anti-biotics coming along at the same time helped giving him credibility. Max’s version of things is always suspect so I’m taking his word that the came up with the idea of vitamin-speed cocktails. In any event he found it expedient to leave Germany in 1932. Whatever his real reasons may have been his story was that Goebbels sent him on his way but as the Nazis were not yet in charge in ’32 Max’s story like his others seems suspect.

After European wanderings during the thirties, the late thirties found him in NYC where so far as I know his credentials were never challenged so he set up business as an MD, his sole practice being dispensing his amphetamine cocktail.

By 1960 Max was a roaring success having turned on nearly every celebrity in NYC including presidential candidate John F. Kennedy. By the time JFK was sworn in he was an A-head.

One must remember that amphetamines and psychedelics were legal substances until about 1966 so none of this happening in NYC was illegal except for heroin and other controlled substances such as Marijuana. Drugs were unleashed on the whole generation that with exceptions was revolutionized. The music industry itself was the greatest propagator of drugs.

Now, society had been quietly disintegrating since the Armory show of 1913 and WWI. All standards were being slowly deconstructed or debased. This accelerated after 1960. All societal standards were attacked.

The dividing lines between the various arts were being removed so that only one art form existed. The various arts then melded about 1960 into what is known as Pop Art; this included painting, music, dance, theatre and all. Classical artists like Leonard Bernstein became pop figures. Classical musicians began to intermix with rock and jazz.

Thus, the leading Pop figure emerged as none other than Andy Warhol who deconstructed art into elements of photography and painting. After Warhol there has been no direction.

Warhol fully integrated technology into art. Performance Art had become a category and as rock music developed Performance Art was a key element of the Rock show. Thus, perceiving the trends Warhol incorporated a rock band into his entourage. The band was called The Velvet Underground. The leader, Lou Reed was a Jewish heroin addict and homosexual who introduced open drug references into Rock music.

To showcase what he considered his band, the band’s notion differed, Andy had to create a venue. To do this he created the amazing to that time ‘happening’, The Exploding Plastic Inevitable. He thus integrated dancing, singing, rock music, theatre and technology into one theatric display. Very innovative and culture changing not to mention mores. The technology involved a light show in a darkened area that played on the band and through the dancing audience. All of this was very mindblowing at the time. Thus, the early Sixties set up the parameters of the later Sixties. The times themselves were changing and truly revolutionary.

Deconstruction of sexual mores was a role taken up by the Jews who despised all White morals. They especially despised the Chivalric Western role of women. Thus, in 1963 Betty Friedan published her analysis of women called The Feminine Mystique. The book denounced the Western chivalric notion of woman as more or less an idol placed on a pedestal to be revered and admired. Friedan favored the ‘realistic’ Jewish model of woman as a slut. This was supposed to be an advance on feminism. Feminism itself is a desire to return to the Matriarchy in which it is imagined that women were superior to men. Aided by the introduction of the birth control pill in 1960 Friedan achieved her goal and is celebrated as a Jewish heroine today, or, at least, her memory.

In the sexual sense Andy Warhol, the son of immigrants, was a true promoter of homosexuality. In his atelier called The Factory he surrounded himself with amphetamine addicts and homosexuals. These were a very aggressive lot with no morals. At the time in NYC there were strict laws against homosexuality. While the laws did little to suppress homosexuality they were a serious irritant to homosexuals as they were invoked from time to time in an attempt to keep homosexual excesses in line. That regime was broken in 1969 by the riots at the Stonewall Inn in the heart of homosexual Greenwich Village on Christopher Street. This was a serious revolutionary act that had consequences across the country especially in the music industry. Degeneration on a major scale set in.

The nature of rock music changed overnight as the homosexuals in the record business, empowered, came out of the woodwork. The period immediately issuing from Stonewall was known as the Candy Store era of homosexuality. The whole nature of sexuality was modified, what between the Pill, the period of Feminism introduced by Betty Friedan and the emancipation of homosexuals, it was a period of sexual chaos. Libertinism run rampant.

The Candy Store period would be brought up short by the introduction of the homosexual disease AIDS introduced as the eighties began. Sexual license became deadly.

Before it did, capping the period of sexual license was the infamous NYC nightclub, Studio 54. The club may have been the most astonishing public display of sex ever, or, at least, since the excesses of Caligula. Studio 54 was what the homosexual laws were meant to prevent.

Studio 54 brought together all he most important Libertines, perverts and what have you into one huge corrupting club. Warhol, Halston, Capote, the whole lot. The place was a homosexual’s paradise. But more importantly it not only brought together homosexual resentment but also immigrant resentment desiring revenge for supposed indignities heaped on them or their parents by the WASP elite.

Anyone who thinks that those who consider themselves ‘oppressed’ minorities don’t want vengeance is disconnected from reality. Andy Warhol was both a homosexual and an immigrant’s son. In his case he was a Ruthenian. He grew up as a steelworker’s son in Pittsburgh knowing hard times during the depression. Even so he received a college education in Pittsburgh removing to NYC on graduation day. There, as an illustrator, Andy was an immediate success earning well into five figures during the Fifties. That would equate to something at least in the high six figures today.

One would think that would allay his grievances somewhat. Not so. As noted all of the high class freaks gathered at Studio 54 many of them nurturing the same grievances as Andy. They were all drug users suffering from reality disconnect. Like all drug users they lost all moral controls confusing their wishes to be what was right. Thus they concocted a scheme to totally injure and humiliate the children of the WASP elite. Now, unless you were a habitué of Studio 54 you had no idea of what degeneracy was going on inside the walls, possibly you might have embraced it if you had, but the general impression was that it was just a tony nightclub.

Having gathered groups of the elite’s kids, kids somewhere between say sixteen and eighteen or nineteen they bussed them down to Studio 54; they introduced them to licentiousness and drugs turning the girls especially into heroin addicts. Then they sent the young women to buy drugs in darkest Harlem. Thus you had a gaggle of White girls in Harlem trying to score heroin. You know what dealers expect from their female addicts and probably male addicts. So these women were totally degraded. One imagines the gales of laughter from Andy and his crowd as they imagined what was happening to these detested daughters of the WASP elite in darkest Harlem.

I picked up this detail from Anthony Haden-Guest’s history of Studio 54. I don’t know when or how he knew but if he did know then others knew too. The club was only two years old and exceptionally profitable when the authorities shut the place down sending the two owners to prison for a few years. Of course the charge was tax evasion but one wonders what all crimes were going on that the two owners Rubel and Schrader, were committing or permitting.

We’ve gotten a little ahead of ourselves here but I thought it was necessary. Let us go back to the mid-Sixties. For my understanding the real Sixties didn’t begin until 1966 and didn’t end until 1974. But I’m telling it and that’s the way I’m telling it.

 

Part IV c follow

The Myth Of The Twenty-First Century

by

R.E. Prindle

The Music Assault: a

 

-I-

As the Fifties of the last century began voices were beginning to be raised objecting to the Communist influences in music. Of course the Communists and their Fellow Travelers denied the accusation. As the Fifties witnessed the birth of Rock n’ Rollers we innocent teens rejected the idea outright as an attack on our music. And yet…and yet…it now is proven true. Of all the cultural weapons for changing a culture music is one of the most effective.

It was perhaps the ancient Greek legislator Solon who first pointed out that when there is change in a nation’s music it presages major cultural changes in that society. While Solon may have been first, I first had my attention drawn to the notion by that great American social historian, Marc Sullivan who wrote in the thirties. Sullivan who was the premier journalist of the first third of the twentieth century wrote his terrific six volume social history of the US for the same period and he was especially concerned with the role of music as he recorded the various changes to American music over the period.

The period also saw the rise of the phonograph and recording industry as it evolved from the three minute 78 rpm shellac record to the 45 rep vinyl disc and the to the 10” long playing disc or LP then to high fidelity then to the 12” LP that perfected the size of an LP and finally in 1958 to stereo hi-fi that became the standard until the development of the compact disc or CD. At the point of the 12” stereo LP the medium that would influence the generation was perfected. More efficient production methods with a greatly expanding market brought prices within the range of nearly everyone while rising wages added the frosting to the musical cake.

America had a rich and wide range of musical styles to choose from. As Mark Sullivan pointed out each immigrant group brought its musical tradition with it. Thus, there were first Irish tunes contributing Celtic traditions to the American pie, German tunes, Italian tunes, traditional British tunes and what have you. As Sullivan points out the Jewish contribution was different. No specific Jewish music came to light however the Jews were capable of mimicking every national music. Thus seeming songs of every race and nationality may upon examination prove to be of Jewish provenance.

Post WWI when the current American scene began it rise there was a large body of music available from Negro to Irish, German, Italian, White Hillbilly and Western, as well as White popular music. After 1920 an astonishing amount of popular music was written and not infrequently performed by Jews. The cultural direction of the US then fell into the hands of Jews. The Jews would take a commanding role in all phases of popular music as the century evolved.

An important source of music came from the Negro population. Early ragtime evolved into jazz then combined with the New Orleans style. The New Orleans style moved upriver to Chicago where it changed once again from country blues to Big City Blues and Rhythm and Blues, R&B.

Behind these musics lay native White music that evolved from British folk music. This music turned into Hillbilly or its more refined and socially acceptable name, Country. Cowboy or Western music was a separate genre. Although combined into one category the two musics were quite separate. One Shreveport DJ boasted that the played both kinds of music, Country and Western. Originally Hillbilly and Negro music were termed Race music but developing sensibilities caused Race music to be changed into Country and Western and Rhythm and Blues. Jazz, of course was always a separate category.

A most significant musical event occurred in 1926 when Carl Sandburg published the magnificent musical compendium The American Song Bag. This was a collection of Folk and bar tunes that centered around the period 1880-1910 including such classics as The Midnight Special and Frankie and Johnny, Betty and Dupree and others that were the staple of Rock n’ Roll through the Sixties and seventies and that began to disappear with the coming of homosexual disco music and Negro rap.

Mark Sullivan’s six volume Our Times was a best seller. It is impossible to tell who all were influenced. Carl Sandburg’s American Song Book influenced musicians in both the US and Great Britain down through the eighties. Nevertheless, using popular songs to influence popular mores was taken up seriously from the thirties on by the Communists. Recently an attempt has begun to dissociate Communist crimes by referring to a Stalinist period, now making Stalin a sort of Communist Hitler personally responsible for the crimes, the Trotskyist party being the good Communists, thus absolving Communism. Of course, for the Jews, the backbone of Communism, they seized the song and dance business as early as the turn of the century so the business became second nature to them.

Songs by Jewish writers that seem innocent enough on the surface, Jews claim are actually subversive of ‘Christian’ or American culture. A song writer the country revered during the period was Irving Berlin. According to Jewish writers a song like the Easter Parade of the apparently devilishly clever Irving Berlin, pleasant enough on the face of it, is actually an attack demeaning the resurrection of Jesus as nothing more than a fashion parade. Another Berlin tune, White Christmas, they say, turns the birth of Jesus into a paean for snow. Berlin’s God Bless America is a call for Jews to quit causing trouble as WWII became imminent and ‘to stand beside (America) and guide (America) with the help from God above.’

The propaganda of those three songs may be too subtle for most people to grasp but if the Jews say that was their intent then it must be so.

It is interesting to note that the patriotic content of Hillbilly and Western songs made their listeners more impervious to the Communist propaganda than the general public. Thus ‘native’ American music became a propaganda tool putting a stick in the spokes of the Communist wheel. That may be part of the reason that Country music has been denigrated while its listeners are depicted as low class ignorant Whites. And it may be part of the reason about 1977 that an edict went out to Country radio stations forbidding them to play fifties and sixties country records. Any DJs who ignored the edict were summarily fired. From that time forward only current country artists could be played as old patriotic motifs were attempted to be deleted in favor of the new Communist mores. New technological development of course placed that edict beyond their enforcement temporarily although still in effect for radio. But, from 1977 forward only current country artists could be played, a subtle change occurred although it was too difficult for C&W to abandon its patriotic roots entirely. It is interesting that in October 1917 an attack was made on a C&W concert in Las Vegas Nevada in which over five hundred people were gunned down, dead or wounded. The assault goes on, this time deadly.

It is interesting that during the thirties the Roosevelt Administration funded Leftist folk song collectors such as Alan Lomax to rove the nether reaches of White Appalachian cultures and Southern Negro culture in search of ‘folk’ tunes. The search can be construed as an attack on culture as from that time Folk music was accused of being Communist influenced. Indeed, such performer’s when found were coopted by the Left as much as possible. Thus the Negro Huddie ‘Leadbelly’ Ledbettor became a key icon of the Left although I doubt if Leadbelly had any politics.

A key performer was the influential Woody Guthrie who was a Communist and who sported a sticker on his guitar claiming that ‘this machine kills Fascists.’ Fascists in the Left’s lexicon means only non-Communists. Guthrie thus became a propagandist for the Communists and FDR. And he was superb. Once again, his songs may not have been apparent as propaganda but such songs as Grand Coolie Dam and the celebration of the Columbia River’s Bonneville Dam certainly were but so subtle you wouldn’t notice. Grand Coolie was Roosevelt’s attempt to shade Herbert Hoover’s magnificent achievement Hoover Dam on the Colorado renamed Boulder Dam in spite by FDR and changed back to Hoover after FDR’s death.

So, as Hoover Dam neared completion FDR began Grand Coulee as a propaganda ploy. Just as Hoover was billed as making the desert bloom so Grand Coulee was said to transform Washington State’s Columbia River valley. FDR began Grand Coulee and requested Guthrie to compose a song celebrating it. Guthrie actually composed a suite of songs around the Dam. Hoover Dam was by far the greater achievement but through the magic of propaganda Grand Coolie took the spotlight. Great song too, one of Guthrie’s best; I recommend the Lonnie Donegan version.

John A. Lomax and his more famous son Alan remained fixtures on the folk scene that matured and expired in New York City’s Greenwich Village during the Sixties. That movement was both Jewish and Leftist. Alan was a very important figure in American Negro and World Music to the time of his death in 2002.

Setting the Folk tone in the forties along with Woody Guthrie was the redoubtable Pete Seeger who remained a significant figure in the urban Folk scene until his death in 2014. Seeger was instrumental in the forties in the formation of the Almanac Singers which while not particularly successful in attracting audiences was nevertheless a key element in the urban Folk revival. The troupe attracted Guthrie who was in and out and eventually morphed into the post-war group, the very successful Weavers. The Weavers ran afoul of the House Un-American Committee and were forced into temporary inactivity. Still, they were very influential on subsequent folk groups of the late Fifties such as the Kingston Trio. Folk groups like the Kingstons were also key figures in the development of World Music.

The forties mentality of the urban folk tradition continued in New York City until the early and mid-Sixties when it was transformed by people like the Chicago transplant, Albert Grossman who was key in taking the NYC folk scene commercial through his formation of the group Peter, Paul and Mary and his association with a callow Bob Dylan from Minnesota as a songwriter.

While White people despised and rejected their own Country and Folk music including the performers they very actively embraced Negro or Black music. Negro music can be broadly divided into three categories, pop, rhythm and blues and jazz. Negro pop music was packaged for White consumption led by stellar performers of the forties group, The Ink Spots and the Fifties Platters.

The Ink Spots would be very influential on the quintessential rocker Elvis Presley. Negro pop was very smooth and agreeable to White ears while still distinctly Negro.

Rhythm and Blues by the early groups was Negro music for Black people. Whites generally ignored it but many dedicated White enthusiasts worked to make it palatable. The music was very alien in sound to White ears. The Blues part of Rhythm and Blues before English performers revolutionized the music during the British Invasion had no White audience except for a negrified minority. All of the near sacred names of today had no audience back then.

Jazz with its long history and many variations was more of a crossover music although perhaps not quite so popular as C&W. Jazz, Rhythm and Blues and Country and Western were all styled Race Music by the industry. That all changed with the 1954 Brown vs. The Board Of Education Supreme Court decision when strong racial distinctions were dropped.

It was then that crossover recordings suddenly became popular. Race songwriters such as the great Hank Williams had several of his songs recorded by schmaltzy pop singers although he himself was too Hillbilly to be accepted by the haut Whites. Western singer Marty Robbins temporarily gained acceptance of a sort by the haut Whites. At least they bought his records. Robbins competed on the pop charts with schmaltz singer Guy Mitchell.

Dozens of R&B songs were covered, that is hits on the R&B charts were rerecorded by White schmaltz pop singers. The Negro artists themselves didn’t make it to the pop charts as their sound was still too raw and designed for ethnic markets. This would change shortly as Country style Negro singer Chuck Berry turned out hits aimed at the White teen rock n’ roll market. Black artists more ethnic than the earlier Ink Spots began to have hits. However the rock n’ roll market per se would remain White.

The jazz market was tightly bound to Negroes and those Whites who were sympathetic to the Negro spirit and psychology. That is how the musical scene stood c. 1955-’60.

As Mark Sullivan knew and predicted changes in the music portended great changes in society. The various musics would then be used for propagandizing political agendas. That would be to directly challenge what was known as White Supremacy.

During the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries Europeans had successfully invaded and conquered the world. With few exceptions the world had been colonized and essentially annexed by Europeans, principally England and France. By the end of the nineteenth century North America was European; Africa had been conquered and divided by the European nations, almost without exception all the islands of the world flew European flags, Japan being the major exception. Even huge China had been divided into spheres of interest, the Imperial City sacked, much as ancient Rome had been plundered, while the Chinese government was subservient to the European powers. Not since Genghis Kahn had such an empire been in existence. Times had changed and while historians are still in awe of the Mongol conquests, Europeans conquests were somehow seen as evil.

Then the reaction set in.

European populations were too small to provide settlers for all but a few choice locations and those mainly in North America while the fratricidal war of 1914-18 shattered European power as European manhood was destroyed in the millions on the battle fields. At the same time Europe divided into two opposing camps, the Communist and the Traditional, styled Capitalist by the Communists.

The nominally free of the West and the bond or serf of the Communist world. The Communists could attack the West externally, that is arouse the colonies to resist ‘Imperialism’ and at the same time cultivate dissenters internally to unbalance internal politics while being immune themselves as totalitarian State brooking no dissenting opinions.

As the thirties, also known as the Red Decade, began, then, Communists agents were entrenched in the institutions of the ‘free’ West with the exception of Germany, Italy and Spain. The West was between two jaws of the vice.

What I say next goes against everything you have been conditioned to believe. Your first reaction will be to be deeply offended. The driving and dividing force in the destruction of the West and Whites is the Jewish nation. The Jews are not only citizens of the countries in which they reside but they are a semi-autonomous nation operating within the various national boundaries and also as a supra-national nation or people organized to function over the nations with their own international government. You will resist this reality but it is the truth nonetheless.

Jews were an integral unit in the Roosevelt Administration while Secretary of the Treasury Henry Morgenthau Jr. considered himself almost a co-president. As such, they needed a bludgeon to fracture the US into its separate national and racial constituencies. The race issue was the easiest to exacerbate. Not only were the Jews the ultimate victims themselves after the concentration camps of the Nazis were confirmed, and they were very difficult for most people to believe, but the Negro was even a bigger and heavier bludgeon of guilt. While US Whites had nothing to do with Nazi methods, White guilt over Negro slavery was very active.

However, with Jim Crow firmly seated a good lever was needed to divide the Whites into two camps styled the racists and the anti-racists, haters and anti-haters, Semitophiles and anti-Semites, the good and the bad. There was no neutrality or reason; it was either-or. If you were not an ardently professing anti-racist then you were perforce a racist. Nevertheless, Jim Crow was so solidly entrenched and, actually, satisfactory to the Whites of all regions, that a plan to enter the wedge had to be found. This was—music.

Bear in mind that with the connivance of FDR and his wife Eleanor his Works Progress Administration (WPA) through its Federal Writer’s Project, Federal Theatre Project and others funded so-called unemployed writers, actors and directors and such, including Alan Lomax. How a writer or actor qualified for this money isn’t clear to me. Almost all, but the lucky few, can be considered full time unemployed unless they stoop to a day job. As a consequence under the direction of administrator Hallie Flanagan the Projects were filled with Communists, Leftists, whatever name you give them to the exclusion of non-ideological applicants thus the whole of literature, stage and music became a propaganda tool for Communism. Members of the Arts Projects would be active guiding members of the arts for decades so that non-Ideologists were frozen out of influence and prosperity. Most especially beneficiaries was the Folk music wing under the leadership of Lomax and Pete ‘If I Had A Hammer’ Seeger. The only reason Pete didn’t have a hammer is because he was an artist and his words and music were a hammer. He was sponging his way through life.

After the Folk tactic that included deconstruction of Folk into useful elements and then reconstructing it into Leftist propaganda the idea was to introduce Negro music into the White culture, in this case an assault on the vulnerable young person who would soon become the consumer category, teenager.

This would not be easy as the contrasts between the Negro culture and the White culture were no more apparent than in music. You must realize that in this hundred year period differences were much stronger than today so that the two musicals styles might have been from parallel and dissimilar universes. Of course, pop groups like the Ink Spots had been molded, accepted and given a place but they were packaged specifically for a White audience; I doubt if many Negroes listened to them. The Negro blues music was too raw except for a marginal White audience and that left Rhythm and Blues (R&B) that was mostly pop music specifically for the Black audience.

In the big cities with a large Negro audience specific Negro radio stations existed appealing also to members of a larger White audience. There was a sort of missionary aspect in the attempt to make White kids accept the music. The music crusaders were almost all Jews and Jewish disc jockeys, (DJs, radio employees who played records). New York City was a hot bed for them although the top DJ of all time, Alan Freed, originated in Cleveland then moving to New York City before he was punished by the US Congress for being too successful.

So, gradually over a decade or so authentic Negro groups gained a White audience but it was only Jewish songwriters writing in the Negro idiom made palatable for Whites that put R&B over, such as the most successful writing team, Leiber and Stoller plus Doc Pomus, Carole King and her husband Gerry Goffin among many others. It all came out of Tin Pan Alley and that was Jewish. An interesting story about Tin Pan Alley and Bob Dylan will appear further along.

I came from a smaller town that offered a half hour a week show on one station of Detroit R&B, always delivered in sacred tones by the White DJ. As the Sixties began Berry Gordy of Detroit discovered the formula for making Negro pop records for a White audience by a Black producer and company although many of the authentic sounding Negro musicians backing the singers were White.

By 1960 then, Negro R&B had conquered the White market but not yet Negro artists like James Brown or Bo Diddley. That would take a lot of propaganda and the two were never put over to a universal audience. The success of R&B coincided with the success of the Civil Rights Movement. It would become racist not to prefer Negro music to White.

To back up a little to put things into perspective, that is the reaction of Folk musical development. In his travels through the Negro regions of the South looking for authentic Negro songs Alan Lomax discovered a murderer in prison by the name of Huddie Ledbettor known by his nickname Leadbelly. Leadbelly was a mediocre guitar player and so-so singer, but he captured Lomax’s fancy. I am always amazed at Lomax’s extreme dedication in pursuing these songs of which very few would ever be heard by anyone else. Prisons seem like the last place I would go. There must have been many venues on the outside offering many knowledgeable singers of Negro Tunes. As it turns out a large part of Leadbelly’s repertoire can be found in Carl Sandburg’s American Song Bag of 1926 that Lomax apparently never consulted.

Leadbelly supposedly knew hundreds of songs unfamiliar to anyone but himself, however as I have pointed out the most popular ones can be found in Sandburg. I make no further comment. It must be that the Left needed some Negro singers to be so astonishingly talented as to put White listeners in awe. Leadbelly today has a legendary status. Hence Leadbelly rescued by Lomax not once but twice from prison – two separate offenses – was taken to New York where he was feted, lionized and recorded. With all this hoopla Leadbelly within a few years became a legend in his own time.

Although he only learned the songs he is often credited with writing them. I’m sure most Folkies think he wrote them. For instance Midnight Special which was a foundation song of the Folk and Rock years can be found in two different verstions (pp. 26 and 217 in Sandburg) and Sandburg himself only collected songs that dated back to the years surrounding the turn of the century. Thus a nondescript murderer became a legend of profound Negro creativity.

The Almanac Singers who turned into the Weavers were led by the indefatigable Pete Seeger. Thus, from the forties through 1953 when the Weavers were blacklisted the group banged the gong for Huddie Ledbettor making a hit of Goodnight Irene as sung by Leadbelly. Now, as these songs reportedly came from the soul of the Magic Negro they became anthems if not religious hymns. It would become racist to not only not like them but not revere them as high water marks in music.

Before blacklisting the Weavers were very popular. Their next release was eagerly awaited. Not only did they promote the Negro case but they were instrumental, if not one of the originators, of forming World Music. World Music then was used to denigrate White music. The Weavers made a big hit out of a Jewish song called Tzena, Tzena, Tzena. It was a catchy tune with a lot of joyous whooping that made it hard not to like.

Now, this was shortly after the founding of Israel in 1948 so there was a lot of hoopla concerning the Jews as the Christian Fundamentalists heralded the founding of the Jewish state as the prophesied return of the Jews of the world to the ‘Holy Land’ whereby when that was accomplished the Final Judgment would be at hand. The Great Gittin’ Up Morning. The end of one world and the beginning of the next. In fact, at this time there was a lot of gathering by the river music and some actual dates prophesying the end of the world that came and went several times while stirring the people up mightily.

At this time, somewhen around 1954, TV was becoming established as the eye in the living room and a favorite show was ‘Your Hit Parade’ of the top ten songs in the country. Pete Seeger seized the moment although he misinterpreted it trying to mainline politics into entertainment. Tzena being Jewish and having been a hit Pete thought that the ditty was a hit because it was Jewish rather than a lilting tune. In a burst of enthusiasm to promote the Jewish State and people Pete came up with a song called Song Of The Sabra. Sabras were people who had been born in then Palestine so were native, as it were, to Israel. The song either was so offensively pro-Jewish that it had no chance of becoming a hit or it was a dud of a song. It was unadulterated propaganda. Nevertheless, though barely released and not even in the top ten, probably using the fame of the Weavers, Seeger persuaded Your Hit Parade to let him style the song as an ‘extra.’ He used the set of a phony camp fire with ‘Sabras’ gathered around singing in absolute solidarity. Well it was a bomb, setting up a reaction condemning it. I wouldn’t be surprised if the song was the main reason the Weavers were blacklisted.

Nevertheless World Music had been launched. It came about in various ways. For instance, there were musical fetes in the Negro Caribbean, Trinidad, where calypso music was performed by groups with exotic names like Lord Invader and Mighty Sparrow. There were calypso competitions and champions proclaimed. At the same time the Mambo and Samba became dance crazes as South American music was celebrated. Those were the days when pidgin English was still an accepted dialect. Of course there was Harry Belafonte and his Banana Boat Song – daylight come and me want to go home. Belafonte hated the US; his concerts were put downs of it and the West. His attitude was either ignored or embraced and he was very popular for a while.

Now, all this music was pleasant enjoyable stuff while few people realized that they were being propagandized and conditioned to despise or devalue their own culture and America. This would become more obvious and embraced in 1957 when Eugene Burdick published his book ‘The Ugly American.’ American’s embraced the idea that they were ugly, actually seemed to enjoy it, glory in it.

And, also, Jac Holtzman who had founded his Electra Records label about this time began issuing a series of records on his subsidiary label, Nonesuch Records, displaying Japanese Koto Music, Balinese Gamelan Music and others, Bulgarian Folk Songs, pretty nifty stuff, all excellent enjoyable records, mainly for the intelligentsia of the time, but moving World Music along. On the pop front Martin Denny’s recording The Quiet Village and similar others may also actually have been a contribution to World Music. Americans were beginning to have money and felt the lure of far away places. They were footloose and the big transatlantic 707s came into use in 1959 making traveling to faraway place easy. The 1948 song by Alex Kramer and Joan Whitley expresses the desire:

Far away places with strange sounding names

Far over the seas,

Those far away places with the strange sounding names

Are Calling me, calling me…

Goin’ to China or maybe Siam,

I wanna see for myself

Those far way places I’ve been reading about

In a book that I took from a shelf.

I start getting restless whenever I hear

The whistle of a train.

I pray for the day I can get under way

And look for the castles in Spain.

They call me a dreamer, well, maybe I am,

But I know that I’m yearning to see

Those faraway places with strange sounding names

Calling me, calling me away.

There is the general post-war musical scene. Now, in 1954 Bill Haley and the Comets officially introduced rock n’ roll to the world. This was as upsetting to the WWII generation as the atom bomb. It was a change in culture they didn’t see coming and absolutely rejected. Haley was made to pay a price for this. Rock n’ Roll. Just like the atom bomb rock n’ roll blew the world apart. It split the older and younger generations in two. There was no gap; there was a cleavage. There was no connection between them and no room for conciliation.

At the same time the music alarmed the anti-Communist people who were just coming off the McCarthy years. Joe McCarthy had just been discredited by Eisenhower.

The Protestant and Catholic clergy that had the most to lose from the Communist Revolution succeeded, deep in a frenzy, in declaring that rock n’ roll was the leading edge of the Communist conspiracy. Sixteen at the time and quite taken by R&R I found this claim ludicrous. Of late I begin to understand their concern.

Here is a quote from the Reverend David A. Noebel’s Rhythm, Riots and Revolution published by Christian Crusade Publishing. Noebel was associating with the Billy James Hargis Crusade:

When Pete Seeger made the comment that “the guitar could be mightier than the bomb,” he wasn’t engaged in wishful thinking. The truth is these Marxist folk singers are achieving their nefarious objectives. Singing their Marxist ditties and making their listeners feel nauseated at living in America is proving extremely effective; and their scientific modus operandi is described thus by Dr. William J. Bryan Jr: “Sometimes a well-known folk-song’s tempo will be changed to the same beat as the normal pulse beat which makes it more effective for induction. This is identically the same technique used by Young People’s Records for children.

[In point of fact it was also the technique that Sixties singer and guitarist Jimi Hendrix used. As he explained it the idea was to set up a steady beat lulling the audience over a period into a hypnoid state and then when in a passive mental state injecting the propaganda then continuing the song.]

“Right now,” according to Seeger, “many of the song traditions of the 1930s are seeing new life as never before – in the freedom songs of the South and in the topical singers of many a campus.”

The revolutionary folksong of the Communists in this country is Pete Seeger’s famous “We Shall Overcome.” In fact as Dr. Fernando Penabaz has pointed out, Fidel Castro’s official slogan for his Communist regime in Cuba is precisely “Venceremos i.e. “We Shall Overcome.” Fidel Castro closes every public speech with, “Patria o muerte, venceremos.” (Fatherland or death, we shall overcome.) and his captive mobs dutifully chant, “Venceremos.”

As can be seen this was a massive coordinated attack on the mores of the US. Beginning with the very young the effort is to condition young minds to a very definite Weltanschauung.   The effort quite clearly is toward a Jewish and Communist system. These operatives function unhampered and unhindered. David Noebel, a Protestant minister, is well informed, he knows whereof he speaks, but he couldn’t find a publisher, he had to self-publish which means he has no distribution so he has effectively been silenced. As a religious he can automatically be dismissed as a crank, so thoroughly discredited.

In an instance like Noebel’s someone, some organization has to be able to shut off all approaches and those parties or party will direct the great propaganda machine that will become rock n’ roll. That points directly to the Jews who effectively control or controlled the whole music industry from top to bottom. It was an exceptional person who broke through the blockade and that guy never showed up.

The Jews and the Communists quarreled after the War was over so that the Left expelled the Jews and was then denounced as anti-Semitic rather ruefully by the Jews, leaving them with a solo act. The two organizations function independently although within the same Weltanschauung even though the Jews were concerned with furthering only their own interests.

Bearing in mind this general survey of the music scene we move into the main area of the post-war R&R scene. Rock and Roll was the expression of the generation. While most other generations were centered on literature shading into movies, the post-war generation expressed itself through songs which is to say vinyl records seconded by movies and TV shows. The driving force behind the record industry, its sales agent, was radio.

The important radio disseminator was the disc jockey, the DJ. DJs, those who selected which 45 rpm records out of thousands that could get airplay, controlled the industry.

Prior to television the radio was the great popular communicator; radio was controlled by three networks that managed what people could hear. TV changed that. The first television screen was functional as early as the late twenties, there were broadcasts by the late thirties. Sax Rohmer in his Fu Manchu novels demonstrated how TV could be used to hypnotize although he had the wrong technique.

The war throttled the emerging technology until after war’s end when TV became commercially viable. By 1954 the death rattle of network radio was audible. The radio stations didn’t know which way to turn. At that time some bulb invented the Top 40 record format just after Bill Haley pushed rock n’ roll into the limelight.

Now, the rock n’ roll generation begins with those born in 1938 although the first artists, such as Elvis Presley, were born in 1935. Nineteen thirty-seven, then, was the cut off date for the generational divide. The 1938 cohort was the swing or transitional group. They graduated in 1956. Perhaps as little as 30% of the class of ’56 were rock n’ rollers; the class of ’57 born in 1939 and after were wholehearted rockers except for the reactionary few. The early performers after the founders were from 1935 to 1943, perhaps ’44.

So rock n’ roll preceded Top 40 radio that created the mind of the generation. Radio, nearly killed by TV, was then saved by becoming 24 hour, seven days a week rock n’ roll music radio. They said it wouldn’t work but it made station owners rich.

The idea with Top 40 radio was that only the top forty hit records could be played non-stop with only a couple new introductions every week or so. The top five were two plays per hour while a smash hit would be played every quarter hour for its stay on top. The biggest smash I can remember was Lonnie Donegan’s Rock Island Line. I once jockeyed between radio stations and succeeded in hearing the song for twenty-three straight minutes. After two weeks in the top position the DJs demoted its rotation over the objections of the radio audience. So, you can see the importance of getting the right message on the air. This was conditioning par excellence. The right message had to get through.

R&R was the propaganda machine of propaganda machines. Obviously the C&W stations were putting out the wrong propaganda while the rock n’ roll stations could be controlled to propagate the ‘correct’ attitudes. This required organization. Out of the thousands of 45 rpms produced every year as few as perhaps one or two hundred would ever find air time. This power could not be left in the hands of DJs.

One couldn’t have hundreds of disc jockeys individually selecting would could be played. So, there were promotion men who brought their releases to the dis jockeys to persuade them to play their record and not someone else’s. Actually there were only three important break out markets in the country, NYC, Chicago and Los Angeles. Disc jockeys in lesser markets took their cue from those three markets. The number of disc jockeys to be influenced then narrowed down to maybe a dozen.

In addition to the radio DJs the other important player was Dick Clark and his TV show American Band Stand which nearly every kid in America rushed home from school to watch. So, just because you had a potentially hit record it wasn’t worth anything unless you could get it played in a break out market or on Bandstand. Thousands of releases and a dozen men who stood in the way of getting your record played. The best way to get it played was to do favors for an important disc jockey. This could involve almost anything but the best thing was to give points in publishing. Royalties per unit were small but accrued from millions of sales of several records a year, my, how the money rolled in. Certain DJs were poised to become some of the richest men in America. Easy street for life as many of these songs popularity went on for decades. It wasn’t realized at the time that this was to be so but it was. It was too good to last. The payola scandal of the late fifties erupted in the halls of Congress. It was worse than the famous ‘Red Scare’ of the late forties and early Fifties. It was vicious and the DJs of America paid heavier penalties than any Commie ever did.

I mean, this wasn’t Communism on trial, this was rock n’ roll, worse than the Nazis, it was the greatest scourge of the millennium, it was the Devil’s music. They might only have been able to get the DJs for excess profits, but that was it; they were getting too much money for too little effort. Payola, how else were you going to get your single disc played out of thousands of which maybe a few hundreds were potential hits? It’s not like the DJs were paid to play lousy records; no record is a hit by simple exposure. Hits are made by people, many people, not just the singers or musicians themselves and when it’s right the disc sells a million. Otherwise, straight to the cutout bins.

But for Chrissakes, these DJs were corrupting the youth of America with jungle beats and rock n’ roll. Precisely. That’s what they were intended to do and that’s what the Reverends were complaining about. Didn’t anybody but these religious types get it? If the Congressmen had gotten the coded messages as well they would have been walking around in circles and stuttering for decades which, as a matter of fact, they have.

But they were only thinking of the loot. They told Dick Clark for instance that he could have his TV show or the publishing he had gotten from payola. That was like saying Dick, you can have a hundred million from your TV show or a billion from your publishing, which is it? I have no idea what the legal basis was for making such an offer but Dick opted for the TV show and let the big money ride. He discovered his mistake later and the Congressmen had they known would have approved.

Alan Freed, number one top DJ in this or any other universe felt so disgraced he committed suicide. ‘What did I do wrong?’ might have been his last moan. Who cared? He should have taken the money and run. But, that was just it, no laws had been broken put punishments were draconian.

Mom and Daddy told me:

Son, we don’t like that rock n’ roll.

You can stay boy, but that music’s got to go.

Oh but, I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna

Hang up my rock n’ roll shoes.

Well, we all did eventually; rock n’ roll wasn’t really here to stay, it just kind of faded away it didn’t really die. It wasn’t quick enough for some really vociferous groups though.

 

Continue to Part II.

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.