A Note On Slavery and the Decision to Remove Lillian Gish’s Name by Bowling Green University’s Theatre

By

R.E. Prindle

 

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According to the article linked above Bowling Green University has discriminated against its alumna the great actress Lillian Gish by erasing her name from the campus theatre honoring her because some Black students objected to her appearance in D.W. Griffith’s great movie The Birth of a Nation for racist reasons.  The movie was one of the greatest cinematic achievements.  It dealt with the period of American history known as Reconstuction.  That period has been one of the most, if not the most, distorted periods in US history.

Reconstruction began when President Abraham Lincoln was murdered by Abolitionist fanatics because he wouldn’t treat Southern Whites as subhumans and submit them to subhuman and barbaric measures.  Instead he wished to treat the war as a misunderstanding and wished to reintegrate the South into the Union which he had so ardently and with so much bloodshed wished to preserve.

Having removed the President the fanatics did impose draconian measures on the Southern Whites which elevated the Blacks over them essentially making the Whites slaves and putting the Blacks’ foot on their neck.  This situation would have continued well beyond 1877 but for the reestablishment of sanity by President Hayes.

The criminal period of Reconstruction was well remembered by Southern Whites.  The most prominent voice of the Southern view of this history was the novelist Thomas W. Dixon Jr..  Today the Left and David Walsh, the writer of this article, condemn Dixon as a terrible racist.  For the Left the term racist is a catch all for anyone of whom they disapprove much like the old Conservative catch all, Communist.  The term racist should be treated by all reasonable people the same way.

Dixon was not a racist, he was a competent writer and capable historian.  He was an ardent anti-Communist after the 1917 Revolution when US Commies began the attacks to discredit all writers who refused to follow the Party line.  Twenty years of defamation later Thomas Dixon’s reputation was destroyed.

Hodding Carter in his history of Reconstruction of 1959 titled it The Angry Scar. And so it was and is.  Reconstruction did not end in 1877 it was merely interrupted.  It re-emerged after 1954 and the Supreme Court decision Brown vs. The Board of Education and continues ferociously today.

The movie Birth of a Nation was an attempt to heal that Angry Scar.  It attempted to present the real, the true, story of Reconstruction and the real reason for the creation of the first Ku Klux Klan.

There are those who, for whatever reason, wish to distort that history and complete the destruction of Southern Whites and, indeed, Conservatives in general, who they see as sub-human, that President Lincoln wished to prevent.  These people are now known as the Lunatic Left.  They are a racist bunch favoring Black Supremacy.

Thus, their condemnation of Lillian Gish on the insane charge that she accepted a role in the movie and then subsequently did not condemn it or Thomas Dixon, David Wark Griffith and The Birth of a Nation.  There is nothing to condemn in any of the three.  There is much to condemn in Communism and Communists and anyone who speaks well of it and them.

While we can never put the past behind us it is important to maintain a balanced view of what our ancestors endured to the best of their abilities.  Yes, slavery is a terrible thing, then and now, and the attitude is resurfacing on the Left.

Agricultural slavery which not only Negroes endured but also Whites, both worked cheek by jowl in the fields in the early days of Negro importations, was benign and even beneficial compared to the industrial slavery endured by workers in the North.

In addition, there was no slavery more horrid than that endured by English mine workers in nineteenth century England.  Yes, we should and must condemn slavery and curse the legacy not only of agricultural slavery but industrial slavery in all forms, whether endured by the Black race, the White race or any other race.

A Review: Foreign Affairs Magazine Jan.-Feb. 2018 Issue

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 Remarkable Case Of Edgar Rice Burroughs' Eyes

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.

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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