The Vampyres Of New
York
Clip 9
A Novel
by
R.E. Prindle
Angeline
woke up in a fine frame of mind. Just as
a test I quickly flipped her in and out, the hypnosis was working as
before. Now began the hard part; what to
do with her second personality. With a little
luck it might prove that they didn’t give her a third or fourth but I didn’t
perceive any evidence of it.
I thought it
might be best to try to combine Ange’s second personality replacing it with a
dream world, a sort of false memory, and only a nightmare hence not real and
threatening while as a dream I hoped it could be eliminated.
While a
vacated second personality might still exist perhaps with time it could be
forgotten or fade away. For myself my
own painful early personality had become dissociated from myself existing more
or less as a parallel universe that had nothing to do with me.
I will spare
you the details of our work over the next couple days. While I think we made progress the work
seemed far from done. There was some
means to transfer the memory images from the second personality to the dream
life of the first personality that had me baffled. The purification rites with Hera did seem to
remove any sense of responsibility from Angeline’s mind but the memories were
still there.
While in her
first state she couldn’t consciously remember her activities in the second
state still the mind has only one subconscious and that was affected equally by
both the first and second states. The
deeper I got into her mind the better I understood her catatonia. But, it was Friday and time for our luncheon
date with Lessing.
As I had
devised a plan to possibly foil any spy agents Ragnar had the limo ready at
ten. We drove up to Lessing’s. While standing in his lobby that I thought
could be bugged while Lessing should have been able to recognize strangers I
explained that my idea was to take the ferry to Staten Island, rent a car and
drive to the abandoned Seaview Asylum where I thought it unlikely that we could
be overheard. I asked Ragnar to call for
a rent-a-car as we would have to leave the limo at the Whitehall Terminal.
Me: The ride’s on me Lessing.
Ragnar: Sure. The ferry’s free.
Me: Aren’t you the spoil sport Ragnar.
Lessing: Funny.
Lived here all my life and I’ve never been to Staten Island.
Ange: Me neither.
Me: I just got here and me neither. I’m looking forward to it.
Ange: Any idea how long it takes?
Me: Five miles, about half an hour. Ferries leave every half hour. It’ll be great. Love the ferries in Seattle. If you ever get the chance take the ferry
through the San Juans. That’s a
wonderful trip.
Lessing: What are the San Juans?
Me: They’re a group of five islands I believe, up
on the Canadian border. Small islands
but romantic. You can stay at Friday
Harbor on San Juan Island and take the ferry back in the morning. Great fun.
Plus unlike the Staten Island Ferry you can take your car.
Once aboard
Lessing had a puzzling experience.
Lessing: Hello Angeline. Do you remember me?
Ange: I’m sorry, Lessing is it? I don’t think we’ve ever met.
Lessing: Strange.
I thought we attended a couple parties together a few years back.
Ange: I don’t think so. I’m sure I’d remember someone like you
Lessing.
Lessing: Maybe or maybe not. But I seem…
Me: Lessing, I’ll explain as soon as we’re in the
car. This is going to amaze you.
Lessing: That was a wonderful trip. I don’t know how I could have lived here this
long and not have taken it before.
Me: Bravo, Ragnar. A Mercedes.
Thoughtful of you; how did you swing that on such short notice?
Ragnar: We chauffeurs have our ways.
Me: Great. Punch in Seaview Asylum and let’s get
some directions. This place is supposed
to be in central Staten Island.
Ruins. You’ll love it if you like
ruins.
Lessing: Oh, ruins, yes. Nothing like a good ruin. Do they have a ruined restaurant?
Me: Naw.
We’ll have to stop on the way.
Get something to take along. If
you see a MacDonald’s pull over Ragnar.
Ange: MacDonald’s?
Don’t you really like Burger King better Partly?
Me: Not really.
Actually I prefer Jack-In-The-Box but I didn’t think you’d have them out
here. If that’s what you prefer, it’s
all right with me.
Lessing: If I have to, it doesn’t matter one way or
the other to me. I’m not sure that this
will be a first with me but close to it.
Ange: Ooh, a snob.
Lessing: A man of distinction and taste.
Me: Oh, come on Lessing, a little
plebeianism won’t hurt you any. We’ll do some fine dining later.
Lessing: I believe you said that you and uh…Mrs.
Wright ware married Perry. May I ask how
you met and hooked so quickly?
Me: Why not?
It’s one of those matches made in heaven, Lessing, so far at least. I was at the Nordstrom’s opening as was Ange,
our eyes locked and that was it.
Lessing: Ha!
I’ve heard of it before but I’ve never seen it.
Ange: It’s true.
Partly rescued me from a world of desolation and loneliness. Why do you call Partly Perry?
Lessing: Because Partly told me to call him Perry.
Ange: Well, you do have multiple personalities
Partly, or is it Perry?
Me: I’ve only got one, at least only one I use or
use consistently, not that I’m trying to be confusing Ange, but I have many
facets to the one personality. For
people that don’t know me I adopted Perry because Partly always mystifies
people. For you Ange, I prefer you call
me Partly. I hope we can all keep our
identities straight.
Lessing: But, Angeline, you did work at Barton,
Dustbin didn’t you? You were a pretty
good real estate lawyer there.
Ange: I was a top real estate lawyer there. Top. I
wrote some of the biggest deals on the East Coast and as far West as Chicago.
Me: Ooh, that far West?
Lessing: And you don’t remember me Angeline?
Me: I’ll have to explain Lessing. This bears directly on our ability to manage
the police and courts. Now listen
carefully Lessing because you might have difficulty believing what you are
about to hear. You are a lawyer and I’m
sure you believe the best of your legal fraternity while probably considering
Merivale Adelstein to be a good lawyer and a fine man. You are about to learn differently. Did you ever hear of a Dr. Wormowitz?
Lessing: No, I don’t think I know the name.
Me: Fine.
Now, the period we’re talking about is the late seventies and the
eighties here in New York. Things were
Satanic, violent, druggy and sexually insane.
Women’s liberation essentially meant that men could fuck any and all at
will. But sexual relations still had
consequences. The problem for men was
how to avoid the consequences.
Merivale and
his colleagues at BAAD worked out what has ‘till now the perfect plan seemingly
negating any consequences. The plan was
simple. The women could be hypnotized,
indoctrinated and conditioned to be perfect sexual objects. Party girls.
The girls could be told to remember nothing they did under
hypnosis. Thus BAAD had a cadre of partly
girls handy for an afternoon delight when things got frustrating or they were
emasculated in a courtroom brawl.
Of course
once trained one didn’t want them drifting away so they were given exorbitant
salaries to keep them at BAAD. They were
thus getting good workers and party girls for what was really a particularly
good price as if they had to hire working girls for their sexual wants the
price for those alone would have been far more than their ‘employees’ were
being paid. Thus, the women were actual
monarch slaves although not chattel or even obvious slaves as I think you can
figure out.
Wormowitz
who was Jewish may or may not have been a doctor as he came over from Germany
in the thirties and probably lacked any degree nevertheless was an accomplished
hypnotist and from practice a fairly knowledgeable psycho-analyst. BAAD billed him an MD and sent the girls to
him as a condition of employment for a physical. It was he who hypnotized them and began their
indoctrination and conditioning.
Ange was one
of those monarch slaves. When she says
she doesn’t remember you it is because Angeline I was never at one of those
parties; it was as Angeline II. I hope
that clears that up.
Lessing: I’m sorry Angeline.
Ange: It was a different time and different place
and it didn’t involve me.
Me: No.
One might say she wasn’t there.
Now Lessing, we have a list of several dozen women who were exploited by
the men of BAAD. We have a list of a
couple hundred men, mostly lawyers from BAAD and some few others who might
surprise you, including actually, yourself.
There is a
whole litany of crimes committed by BAAD here, crimes punishable by good long
spells in prison not to mention the destruction of careers and lives, nearly
all of them are still alive.
This should
get us enough leverage to prevent any of our people not only out of jail but
not arrested in the first place. As
police everywhere have been told to stand down when Negroes, Mexicans and
whatever have rioted assaulting Whites our own people have now been
re-enfranchised and can do what they deem with impunity.
Ragnar: Bravo, bravo.
We now have no worries.
Me: Yes, Ragnar, you can turn the troops loose.
Ange: Boy, this is one spooky place.
Me: What?
What? Spookier than you
think. This place was used for conclaves
of the Son of Sam conspirators, the Final Judgment people. Amazing that buildings like this are allowed
to go to ruins. Acres and Acres of what
were fine grounds allowed to be overgrown.
Ragnar: Not overgrown, returned to nature.
Lessing: Yes, of course. This is good news Perry. I can certainly turn it to good effect.
Me: I hope so.
But we’ll have to be alert for the reaction. I’m sure Adelstein is a resourceful guy and
certainly keen on the self-defense. I’ve
been set-up several times back in Oregon so I know what to look out for. I don’t know all the tricks but they always
use the same ones. At least this time I
know who I’m dealing with and have ample resources.
So, Lessing,
how soon can you set them up?
Lessing: Right away.
I’ll set up a meeting with you, Angeline and myself with Merivale so
that he knows that he’s up against the wall.
I’ve got it, Perry, now can we get out of this used up asylum? Angeline is right the place is too
spooky. I expect to be assaulted by the
ghosts of lunatics all the time.
Me: Yeah, well, the ghosts of lunatics can’t hurt
you like the lunatics were going to be dealing with.
The
conversation continued as we walked back to the car for the return trip to the
ferry slip. Lessing changed the topic as
we set out.
Lessing: There’s a meeting of the Serapion Brethren
this Friday Perry, are you coming?
Me: Yes.
Am I to pick up where I left off?
Lessing: We prefer to have a different reader at each
session, if that’s alright with you.
Me: Perfect as a matter of fact. Who’s up?
Lessing: Max Savings is going to present an essay on
the confiscation of the Russian art treasure by the Soviets.
Me: Sounds great.
Ange: What is the Serapion Brethren?
Lessing: It’s a study group Perry and I belong to
Angeline. We meet and discuss any
submerged aspect of history.
Ange: Where did you get the name Lessing?
Lessing: We borrowed it from a fictional group of the
same name created by ETA Hoffman. Have
you read any Hoffman, Angeline?
Ange: In college we had to read a story by Hoffman
I think. Something about an eccentric
jeweler or even crazy, he hated to part with his creations so much he burgled
the buyers houses and stole them back.
Creepy.
Lessing: That one’s called Mademoiselle Scudery.
Ange: Oh yes.
I remember now. Are you going to
leave me alone Friday night Partly?
Me: I’ll have to Ange but as Frankie told
Johnnie: I won’t be gone very long.
Ange: You better come back.
Me: You and I are one Ange. You need have no fears. Don’t be insecure.
Ragnar: Are you going to help us out establishing our
turf Partly?
Me: Yes.
I’ll start a magazine so we can all keep in touch and stay
informed. I’ll come down tomorrow
morning to see where things stand. But,
listen Ragnar and Lessing, remember that Angeline is an accomplished lawyer and
she is the key for controlling the legal end so she deserves a full share of
respect. She has things to contribute.
Where do
matters rest now?
Ragnar: We are roughed out in Aryan areas on the East
Side from ninety-second down to the Bowery and across town from fifty-second to
about seventieth but maybe a little higher and lower. Madison, Park and Fifth are free passageways
we have to allow. We avoid the subways.
There have
been some serious clashes and some of our guys are in the jug. We want them out.
Me: How is it going on the legal end Lessing?
Lessing: With our present organization we’ve been able
to keep them in Manhattan but we haven’t been able to get them out. Angeline’s info will strengthen us greatly. Adelstein himself is powerful and his
connections can get things done.
Me: Hmm.
Angeline can call him and have him meet her- that is at her
apartment. The rest will fall out. You don’t have anything important doing
tomorrow night do you Lessing?
Lessing: No, I’m free.
By now, we
were back aboard the ferry for the return trip.
Passing a newsstand I grabbed a paper. I hadn’t been able to keep up for the last
several days while tending Ange. The
news was eye popping.
Me: My goodness.
Look at the pictures of Chicago in flames. Is this 1871 revisted?
Lessing: Where have you been Perry? That mess started three days ago.
Me: I was otherwise employed.
Ange: Let me see that Partly.
Me: So a major revolt has begun in Chicago? Is this just a riot or what?
Ragnar: More than a riot; it’s fighting for
real. Our guys are on the alert.
Lessing: the papers only give a hint as to what is
going down. It’s really bad. The carnage is going to be terrible.
It started
on the South side when some Blacks attacked a police station. When reinforcements were sent the whole place
erupted. The West Side and all areas
joined in. Lines of citizens have formed
around Black areas where possible.
Constant shooting across lines but apparently infra-Black areas are wars
of Blacks against Blacks. The killing is
intense.
As you know
there are no grocery stores across the lines so food is already short. ‘Humanitarian’ White groups are gathering
food but the problem is how to get it through the lines. The ‘humanitarians’ are shot down as soon as
they come within range….
Me: Started three days ago! Lordy,
bodies must really be hitting the ground . Which reminds me, has anyone thought of
securing our food supplies?
Ragnar: How’s that?
Me? Land deliveries can be cut off easily since
the Bronx is controlled by the Negroes.
So we should secure water routes across the Hudson and East Rivers,
barges or something; and also exit routes if needed.
We should
block deliveries into the Moslem area to starve them out. Turn off the gas, water and electricity. This could get serious. We should also raid a military base or two,
Ragnar, for fire arms, ammo, grenades and grenade launchers and anti-tank
devices. Machine guns.
Obama hasn’t
called out the army to suppress the Chicago insurrection but he will do it against we Whites so it’s
best to best to be prepared.
There’s a
bright spot here though-- the Stock Market is up a hundred twenty points, we
can still pay the rent.
Lessing: How long is that going to last, I wonder.
Me: Quite a while I suspect, Lessing. The Negro concentrations are all in our major
cities fairly tightly confined. Of all
we useless feeders the Negroes are the most useless of all. There is no economy in those areas to
disrupt. So life can function fairly
normally outside those areas.
Even during
WWII people fought desperately to go on normally. You would think something like publishing
would stop but, I more or less collect books published during WWII, publishing
went on close to normal. Almost hadn’t
skipped a beat as things resumed immediately right after the war.
So, there
may not be a serious reduction of means outside the Negro cities.
Lessing: You may be right. I’ll have to consider things in that light.
Me: Accentuate the positive, Lessing, accentuate
the positive.
Ange: I had no idea you had such a grim sense of
humor, Partly.
Me: You should have been in the orphanage with us
Angelina. I had my early training for
this there. I’ve been ready for the
worst all my life.
Ah well,
here we are, Keep your cell phone on Lessing.
I’m going to try to set something up for tomorrow.
Drop us off
on the way to Lessing’s, Ragnar. We’ll
need you tomorrow.
I won’t say
Chicago was a surprise. First the collection
of the Rebbes and then an insurrection in Chicago. I suppose Obama was surprised at it as we’ve
fought back. Well, you know you can only
push so hard and then the hot heads take over.
We were into it now. Things
should really escalate rapidly. I hope
we can keep order within our areas here in New York City. We can’t let law deteriorate but from now on
it is our law, not Negro law, Shariia or Jewish law, but our law.
Me: Sweetheart, it’s time we put our plan in
action.
Ange: I’m ready Dearest Partly.
Me: Alright.
Call Adelstein and invite him over to your condo tomorrow night, seven
o’ clock. I’ll call Lessing to be
present and I think it would be wise to have Ragnar along. I have conditioned your other mind upon the
signal to attack Adelstein with all your fury.
I have instructed Ange II to desist at a voice command. You, as Ange I, know it too.
I will allow
you to punish him as severely as possible but as we need him for our plans
you’ll stop short of murder. Besides
dead he wouldn’t suffer the humiliation he will have to. The difference between your unearned
humiliation and his is that he’ll be
conscious of it. So, tomorrow is The
Day.
I’m going to
go cook something to eat while you call Adelstein.
Our
preparations are in place. The morrow
will find us waiting for the appearance of Adelstein at Angeline’s.
Lessing,
Ragnar and myself waited in the kitchen as the doorbell sounded. This was a big moment for Angeline while
curiously it was a big moment for me. As
Ange represented my own Anima in Ange’s getting her revenge, through her I was
getting a little of mine back too. Along
with a very large minority of the country’s population I hated lawyers. I saw them as the very scum of the earth.
I knew the
type from high school. Nearly everyone I
detested had become a lawyer. Curiously
enough the detestation was mutual, they scorned me as I loathed them. Peculiar circumstances from my childhood
prevented me from hating anyone but if I had been able to hate I would have
hated them heartily.
I was able
to avoid contact with lawyers until I got into business in Oregon. When you’re in business you’re a target; it
becomes unavoidable that you will become very familiar with lawyers, the
extortionate bastards.
It was then
when I was drawn into the system that I became aware of what kind of men- and
women- lawyers are. I would say a full
half of them are full blown psychotics of which Adelstein was a prime example,
they and the rest of them look upon law as a racket in which you extort money
from simpletons who they make sure have no defense.
If it is
thought I think of lawyers as criminals that is correct. They are the third part of the criminal
system, sometimes erroneously referred to as the justice system. They are base men and women armed to the
teeth. Way off back at the beginning of
the nineteenth century, when a group of working men called the IWW, Industrial
Workers of the World, nicknamed the Wobblies, were resisting the inhumane
working conditions in the woods, logging that is, they naturally clashed with
the police and law. The lawyers of
Portland Oregon all swore a mighty oath never to give legal assistance to a
Wobbly. This was of course in violation
of the Constitution of the United States or, in fact, the Law. Nevertheless no Portland lawyer ever defended
a Wobbly in Court.
Now, a mid-century
counterpart of the Wobblies were the people called Hippies. As latter day Wobblies we were placed outside
the law. No hippy was ever given a
defense although hypocritical lawyers took the money and then negotiated the
lowest sentence the accused would get.
This isn’t the place to get into it but let’s just say a lot of people
who should have been in jail were immune to charges if you get me.
I had
started a record store and I did very well.
At that time in the late Sixties marijuana, the chief offender in the
popular mind, was spreading into the middle classes. Marijuana and drugs were associated with
record stores ipso facto. As a store
owner I was also characterized as a drug dealer and much worse. As such I was denied any services such as
insurance while I was barely able to get electricity and was able to clear the
streets as people moved aside to avoid possible contact.
I survived
all efforts to shut me down, was forced to move the store several times as
agreements were broken, with no recourse.
I was forced to walk a very narrow line as any deviation from the very
straightest and narrowest would have landed me in court where lawyers were
sworn to not represent me unless to turn the trial into a kangaroo court.
This
violated everything about America I had been conditioned to believe. Many ridiculous petty charges were brought
against me, some of which no lawyer would handle but some of which landed me in
court where I was compelled to pay a lawyer for essentially lynching me. In one case I had merely opened my mouth to
protest when the judge looked at me sternly and bawled: One more word out of you and I’ll have you
for contempt of court. And he would have
too. I had to sit quietly while my fate
was pronounced. It only involved a
trifling fine in the case but my hatred for lawyers and judges was set in
stone. Now, not only would Judge
Adelstein pay a big ‘fine’ to Angeline but I was going to get mine back in a
big way.
As may be
imagined when Lessing, Ragnar and I emerged from the kitchen area into the
living room Adelstein was non-plussed. Looking first at Lessing, who he knew
very well, then at Ragnar, then at me he exclaimed: ‘You’re the fellow I challenged outside the
door a week or so ago. What’s going on
here Lessing? What do you have to with
him? Who is he?’
Lessing: He’s an acquaintance Merivale. As you know recent political developments
have been quite startling. There are
racial disturbances all across the country while here in the city racial
territories have formed with our Whites staking our claim for mid-island. So far the authorities haven’t
understood. They are disputing our
claims while Negro and Moslem claims have been accepted.
Our people
are being arrested while theirs haven’t.
We’re asking you to balance equity.
We want our boys released and to remain unmolested. As a believer in fairness and justice may we
count on you to act in our interests?
Adelstein: Why those people to whom you refer are White
Supremacists. There will never be peace
until Whiteness is removed from the face of the earth. Why those White Supremacists are even
expelling Jews from mid-city.
Ragnar: They aren’t being expelled; they’re leaving
on their own. We don’t have anything to
do with it.
Adelstein: Nonsense, there will never be peace until Whiteness
is removed from the earth.
Here Ange,
Ragnar, Lessing and myself made scoffing noises.
Lessing: I was hoping you wouldn’t force our hand
Merivale.
Adelstein: I will absolutely not release any White
Supremacists. What do you mean by force
my hand?
Seeing the
futility of arguing with Adelstein at that point I gave my ear a tug.
It is
difficult for me to describe this but Ange caught my signal only from the
corner of her eye as she was staring fixedly at Adelstein. It seemed like the air exploded with the fury
of her response. I don’t know if I
actually was but I felt like I was knocked back on my heels.
Adelstein
had no time to anticipate Ange’s assault.
She leaped like a tigress with a piercing shriek on him simultaneously
raking both sides of his face with her nails from temple to chin while knocking
him to the floor. She leaped on his
chest in the most undignified manner on her knees pummeling with triple
strength at his face. I’m sure his nose
went at the first blow.
Hitting and
scratching the white carpet began turning red beneath his head as the blood
flowed copiously. Damn, I thought, we
probably will never get the rug clean, have to buy a new carpet.
Just then
Adelstein shrieked: My eye, my eye. Ange had only caught him by the corner so no
real damage but as his nose was wobbling right left and back again I thought it
best to call Ange off before she killed the bastard. Not that I objected but dead he would be no
use to us while a murder trial might make us look bad.
‘Enough’ Ange’
I cried hoping she would remember to respond to my voice command while I was
trying to maneuver to where she could see me tugging at my left ear. Fortunately she responded to voice command
backing away spitting and snarling, shouting epithets at the bastard. She was terrific; how I loved her.
Having been
abused by Adelstein and his band since she was twenty-five you may be sure she
had pent up resentments probably conscious in both identities. How I admired her but how ashamed I was that
I had to make her appear so unladylike.
Still for her mental comfort she needed that revenge.
Merivale was
rolling around on the floor screaming ‘My eye, my eye’ when there was really
nothing very much wrong with it, just a small tear at the corner of the
lid. He should have been shouting my
nose, my nose; he was going to have a hell of a time explaining those shiners.
I asked
Ragnar to set him on his feet so we could get on with it. Ragnar grabbed him at the shirt front and
like a feather pulled him up and stood him on his brogans. Boy, I hated those shoes. What evil memories of guys walking around in
those shoes I had from my young manhood.
I’d always been the loafer type.
Me: Calm down, calm down Adelstein, it’s not that
bad and we have business to discuss
Adelstein: (ignoring or not hearing me) What the fuck’s the matter with you bitch?
Me: Now, now
Adelstein I can’t tolerate being called a bitch.
Adelstein: Not you ass, her.
In her own
persona, the violence of her acts must have melded both personas. Ange actually spit in his face calling him a
eunuch and bastard. Eunuch? Hmm, well maybe that was the ultimate insult
in Ange’s situation. I hate spitting and
I really hate to see women spit especially Ange as she was such an integral
part of me. It was as though I spit.
Between the
two then the air resonated lightning with seeming thunder rolls for several
minutes. I became aware of myself
breathing hard when Lessing made a pass with his hand in the air between Ange
and Merivale that seemed to calm the storm.
Until as coming from afar could be heard his voice soothing: ‘Calm down, Merivale, calm down. We have to explain our terms to you. Listen, listen.’
I had to
laugh to myself when he told Adelstein to calm down while Ange was still fuming
at him, making threatening moves at him even in her own persona. I moved over, put my arms around her and
tried to comfort her. A little petting
and she sank into my arms against me suddenly exhausted, relieved, but
exhausted.
I suppose
Adelstein must have been almost in shock as he was bleeding from deep scratches
all over his face. Ragnar grabbed a roll
of toilet paper and threw it to him. The
paper brought him around some as he dabbed his face wincing as he brushed his
nose. I don’t know how much pleasure
Ange got from his agony oh, but it did my heart good as I silently laughed deep
within my breast.
Agonized
needless to say Adelstein dabbed until recovering his wits sufficiently he
turned his face toward Lessing and asked:
‘What the fuck arrangements are you talking about Farquhar?’ This was my cue.
Me: We want your cooperation and assistance Judge
in the freeing of any of our men arrested at the first hearing and your
cooperation in preventing charges from being brought.
Adelstein: Never.
Those men you refer to are White Supremacists and deserve the worst they
can get. White Supremacism has to be
wiped out.
Lessing: Take a moment Merivale. Take a moment and think. The list of charges that can be brought
against your firm, your colleagues and yourself will likely fill pages. These women have been treated criminally;
they were essentially slaves without a will of their own. They couldn’t say no. As you know Merivale the prejudice of the
Court is always in the woman’s favor; you don’t have a chance.
From the
moment of filing charges, that I have already written up, the reputation of you
and your firm will be destroyed. You
personally will be thrown out of your clubs.
Restaurants will refuse to serve you.
You’ll never eat lunch in this town again. The charges are heavy charges in multiple
counts. White slavery charges alone
could get net you two or three life sentences.
I could list more but do you really want to risk the penalties by
refusing our very reasonable requests.
Adelstein
was still dabbing at his bloody face while in real agony over his nose and
eye. Now Lessing threw real fear into
him; we had irrefutable evidence, damning evidence. We waited patiently as Adelstein dabbed.
Adelstein: Alright.
I’ll apply whatever influence I can.
Me: Not good enough we don’t want you to apply
pressure, we want results now.
Adelstein: I’m only a judge, Federal not State or
City. I have jurisdictional limits.
Lessing: Stop it, Merivale. You know your influence is distributed
throughout the system. Your word alone
can advance or stop any career. Perry is
right. Either you do it or we file. I already have the papers drawn up. We have pages and pages of offenses; don’t be
a fool Merivale. You’ve a wife and kids.
Adelstein: I never thought you…oh, alright I’ll issue
instructions not to book your people too.
Me: Today.
We want our men out.
Adelstein: My G-d man, can’t you see I’m in agony. For G-d’s sake get me to a hospital.
Ange: Your god doesn’t exist. No, you bastard. You get your own self to the hospital. Suffer, suffer, suffer. I hate you, you bastard. I hate every time you touched me. I hat the very sight of you. Get out of my condo! Now!
Adelstein
was suffering but I couldn’t feel sorry for him. I was almost sorry I called Angeline off but
I couldn’t let her kill him. He
staggered out the door.
Ragnar: Nice work, Miss Gower. Do you think he will get our boys out Mr.
Farquhar?
Lessing: Yes I do.
He’ll have to have his injuries doctored today but I’ll call him in the
morning to prompt him. You can tell your
men they’re safe from the Courts; I won’t call it the law. We’re into this new phase of warfare where
words are being redefined.
Me: I have an appointment at James Carter in a
couple days so I should have an account from Goldbladder.
There should
be a renewed attempt to penetrate our ranks Ragnar. Keep a sharp lookout. Adelstein may have to comply but he won’t
take this lying down. They’re wily
fellows; remember the Amalekites.
All
three: Remember the Amalekites? What’s that supposed to mean?
Me: Oh, when the Hebrews were on their way to the
Promised Land from Egypt they asked the Amalekites for permission to cross
their territory rather than take the long way around. The Amalekites refused. The Hebrews took the refusal as an injury and
didn’t forget so decades later after they had consolidated their power they
returned to exterminate the Amalekites root and branch as the Bible tells it.
Today was a
declaration of war between the Jews and us.
They will come at us any way they can, they won’t let up, they won’t
forget. It will be and already is a war
of extermination; I don’t know how long things will take to develop but don’t
forget the Amalekites.
Ange: You know this and you’re still going to James
Carter?
Me: They won’t do anything direct at this time
Ange. They’ll want to shift the guilt to
us. Meanwhile hopefully we’ll get more
info from them than they get from me.
Abe and I are almost buddies anyway.
Ragnar: I don’t think so.
Me: That was joke, Ragnar, that was a joke. Don’t be so literal.
Ange and I
were talking over soup and a glass of white wine, a Riesling.
Me: Well, Ange, you have had your revenge, how
was it?
Ange: Good but not as good as I expected but now
I’m having hallucinations.
Me: Yes.
What kind.
Ange: It’s like I can see over a wall or maybe
through those glass blocks. Terrifying visions. I’m afraid.
Me: Don’t be afraid; you can’t be hurt. I’ve been trying to break down the division
between your two identities and unify them into one so that you have your whole
life and no dark spaces. Maybe your
encounter with Adelstein opened the way a little. Don’t fight it but let the barriers fall. The first rush may overwhelm your senses but
just remember they are only memories.
Ange: Oh, but, Partly, what must you think of
me? I’m afraid you won’t love me
anymore.
Me: Of course I’ll always love you Ange, you are
half of me. Hera will welcome you as
redeemed; you are her cherished daughter.
As her priest I rejoice in your recovery.
You must
understand Ange that you are innocent of any guilt and as such you need have no
shame although possibly regrets. And I
am here to truly love you.
I am
familiar with your situation myself. It
has taken me decades Ange to realize I was under a post hypnotic suggestion, a
hypnotic spell from the second grade to perhaps seventy years of age although
to a weakening degree. The reasons for my
behavior have only been known to me for a few years. It was only when I came to understand
hypnosis and hypnotic suggestion that I understood.
In
kindergarten, 1943, some Negro kids were let in school to the great resentment
of parents and hence their kids. On the
first day, at recess, they were told to sit on the sandbox and not move. I was already an outcast because of things
that happened in my neighborhood so I objected to their treatment and offered
to help them fight for their rights.
They refused and that left me hanging out. It was late in the year so I was told that
they would get me next year.
They had to
wait for the second grade as I was transferred to a different school in the
first grade. At recess they were waiting
for me. About twelve boys and girls of
the elite formed a semi-circle around me and glared hatred at me while Morford
berated me on my sin. Then I was told to
stand on one foot for the duration of recess which I did. Then I was told to put my foot down and that
I was their nigger now.
In a state
of terror with all defenses down I was actually hypnotized although they may or
may not have been aware of it, their parents that is, and the post-hypnotic
suggestion that I was their nigger mirroring the Negro kids sitting on the sand
box, was implanted so that in similar situations I had no resistance and did
what nearly anyone told me to do mirroring standing on one foot.
This went on
all my life even after integrating my personality at forty-two until I could
recognize and reject my post-hypnotic suggestion in my early seventies. So, Honey, I understand completely. My Anima was destroyed at that time also but
now that I have found you, I’m complete.
You are me; I am you. I rejoice
that you’re recovering.
But now you
must be especially wary. When Adelstein
recovers he will come to avenge your assault.
His kind never acknowledge their crimes but only resent the revenges. So tomorrow night I have to attend the New
Serapions and under no circumstances are you to answer the door. If the fire alarm goes off ignore it there
will be no fire. I will call a couple
times to reassure you and will call from the lobby on the way up. Is that clear?
Ange: Yes, darling Partly. I won’t open the door no matter what. I will call you if anything happens.
Me: Exactly, Ange, my darling girl.
And so, here
I am sitting in Lessing’s living room.
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