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A Novel

Our Lady Of  The Blues

Book VII

The Heart Of The Matter

by

R.E. Prindle

 

     The Souls of Black Folk had taken definite form when Bert Williams captured the essence  in his magnificent song: ‘Nobody.’

When life seems full of clouds and rain

And I am filled with naught but pain,

Who soothes my funkin’ bunkin’ brain?

Bert In Blackface

Nobody.

And when winter comes with snow and sleet

And me with hunger and cold feet,

 Who say: Yars a quarta boy, now ya’ll go and eat?

Nobody.

Refrain.

Now I ain’t never done nothin’ to nobody

And I ain’t never got nothin’ from nobody

no time.

Until I get somethin’ from somebody sometime

Well, I don’t intend to do nothin’ for nobody

no time.

Then summer comes all cool an clean

And all my friends see me drawin’ near,

Who says:   Come on over  here, man, and have a beer?

Nobody.

Last Christmas Eve, ’twas about daybreak,

I was in that railroad wreck.

And who pulled the en-jine off my neck?

Not a livin’ soul.

Now, I ain’t never done nothin’ to nobody

And I ain’t never got nothin’ from nobody

no time.

Until I get somethin’ from somebody sometime

Well, I don’t intend to do nothin’ for nobody

no time.

     An excellent version of the song is available by the musicologist Ry Cooder on his disc: Jazz.

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     Williams’ lyrics accurately portray the despair of the maltreated Negro in the heart of the Jim Crow period.  The formation of the psychic block that forms the ‘hole’ in the Black soul is also apparent in the frustration of being abused without recourse.  Dewey knew what Williams’ was talking about; he suffered from the same problem.

     The intense anger which could not be safely expressed during the era is suppressed and sublimated into a festering resentment.  At the end of the Jim Crow period and the beginning of the Self-Wareness Period this hurt, anger and resentment erupted in the Black revolt of the Long Hot Summer of ’67.

     Politically the result took the form of Affirmative Action:

And I ain’t never got nothin’ from nobody no time

Until I get somethin’ from somebody sometime

Well, I don’t intend to do nothin’ for nobody

No time.

     Thus Affirmative Action is an attempt to get somethin’ from somebody at the expense of someone else.  It is important to deprive a White person of something for no good reason to compensate Blacks for being denied and deprived for no good reason earlier.  As the slang has it:  What goes around, comes around.  But the resulting injury created against Whites will have to be compensated by Blacks later along.  What goes around just keeps coming around. So, hey, hey, baby take a whiff on me.

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     On the social level the attitude is reflected in the phenomenally high crime rate among Black  youth.  Rather than work which would be doin’ somethin’ for somebody, most likely White employers, a large percentage of Blacks prefer to do nothin’ for nobody no time.

     The problem considered in the abstract is, however quite different than dealing with it in the concrete.  Actual personalities are much differerent than hypothetical situations.  Whoever said:  In order to make an omelet you have to break a few eggs was not talking about his own eggs.  One only talks so blithely about breaking eggs when they belong to someone else and you’re going to eat the omelet.  The question was a serious one for White women who lived down along the interface where they were prey to Black men.

     ‘All those Black bastards want is our women.’  Black Jack thrust in demandingly while Dewey searched for an approach to an answer.

     Dewey had had little experience with Black people, and that all bad, as he had been fortunate enough to have been brought up in an entirely White environment.  this was so even though just across the River at Valley High the juxtaposition of the two races caused innumerable conflicts.  In many ways there was open racial warfare.

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     A girl he had known and had a crush on in Junior High had transferred to the East Side where she had been raped by a Black guy and had his baby thereby destroying her life. Society looked at it as her fate as an inevitable sacrifice, especially as the egg broken wasn’t one of theirs.  But, you know, omelets.  That’s the way it goes.  Dewey had taken it personally.  Society forbade him to mention the race of the Black guy but his subconscious was not so easily intimidated.  You can shut a man up buy you can’t keep his brain from working.

     Dewey was not an integrationist.  He was opposed to miscegenation.  His notions on these issues were separate from his notions on equal opportunity and fairness.  His talents had been shunted aside to provide greater opportunity for the elite.  Even among whites the Aristocracy favored itself over the Other Half.  Fairness was not a concern of the Aristocracy.

     Thus Dewey did not oppose denying the Negro opportunity.  The reason d’ etre of the United States, officially at least, was fair play.  But you had to know how to get it.

     On the other hand any advance of the Blacks could only be done at the expense of Whites.  In order to raise Blacks Whites would have to be denied opportunity.  And we know which Whites.  The Aristocracy would not have to pay.  All the expenses would be borne by the Other Half of the social order where both Dewey and Black Jack Davy were.

     Dewey understood how Black Jack felt.  His mind went back to that dance at Castlemont when he had seen and overheard the girls talking.  The riots and battles down South had their effect on him.  While the Blacks might be fighting for ‘justice’ they were also creating injustice.  Affirmative Action meant that they would be given preferential treatment over Whites who had worked hard to prepare themselves and would now be denied.

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     Dewey didn’t know the answer but he saw no reason to offer up his body as a sacrifice to appease Blacks and gratify the guilt of the Urban Aristocracy.

     ‘Well, I know it’s a problem out in California.  I spend a lot of liberty time in Oakland which is almost half Black.  I know that in high schools like Castlemont any girls that don’t clear out immediately after school are considered fair game for Black guys who scour the halls looking for the late ones.  The girls don’t even complain if they do get raped.  It’s just assumed they were asking for it or they would have cleared right out.  Boy, I don’t know what to do about it.  The best thing you can do is get as far away from the Black areas as possible.’

     ‘That may be the only answer.  They pull knives on girls in Chicago.  You have to watch out all the time so they don’t get the jump on you.  I know a couple girls who got the big thrill while a knife point was buried in their throat.  Cops won’t listen to you in Chicago either; at least not where we live.’  Dixie Darlin’ said matter of factly while she comtemplated the card of the Hanging Man.

     ‘That’s just it.’  Black Jack said.  ‘There’s a double standard operating here.’

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     ‘Yeah, I know.  This is a country of double standards, triple standards, heck, quadruple standards.  Everything depends on who you are; there’s nothing honest in America.  What’s a virtue in one case is a fault in another.  No consistency.  Some go to jail some walk.  One guy kills somebody, he walks; another guy kills somebody he gets the chair.  Lots of duplicity all the time.  Doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with money either.’

     Black Jack didn’t want to drift from his theme so he brought the conversation back.

     ‘The Second Coming Of The Golden Dawn deals with all those problems.  It’s a modern religion for modern times.  It  won’t be too long before we’re more important than the Catholics.  We’re going to revitalize and rejuvenate America; bring it back to the ideals that made it great.  And you’re going to be in the middle of it as my lieutenant.

     Dewey was about to frame a reply when Black Jack spotted a wreck on the highway.  The crack up was a fairly serious one.  One car must have wandered over the meridian hitting  the other head on.  The cars were really nothing more than twisted metal.  The bodies lay around on the ground in sickening postures.  A number of cars had stopped leaving groups of people either milling or standing around.

     Dewey hoped that Black Jack would just drive through as the sight of mangled and torn bodies had no appeal for him but as a minister Black Jack thought his services might be needed.  The three Chicagoans bored in close to get a good look.  Dewey hung back disgusted and revolted.  Two Black men and a woman stood not too far away.

     ‘Say man.  You dig who that White guy in the plaid jacket is?’ One man asked.

     ‘I know him.  Tha’s that crazy peckerwood who’s walkin’ around the Stockade in black face, ain’t he?’  The other said.

     ‘Black face? Wha’s he do that for?’  The woman asked.

     ‘Nobody kin figure it out.  Funny dude, man.  Acts like we don’t know he’s white with burnt cork on.  Shit, he so dumb he even put blacking on the palm of his hands.’

    ‘No.’  The woman said laughing.

     ‘Shit yes.  Nobody kin figure what he be doin’.  He be tryin’ to get funny stuff on us he better be careful or the laugh is goin’ to be on him.’

     ‘I don’t know what else he kin be doin’.   Kin you?’

     ‘Hell no.’

     Dewey’s chest heaved as he suppressed the laughter welling up inside him.  He got back in the car where he could laugh in safey.  If those Black Folk had known the real reason they wouldn’t have known what to think.  Black Jack in black face; Dewey giggled away.  Then with a masterful effort he suppressed his laughter as Black Jack and the girls came back to the car.

     ‘I just can’t believe it.’  Black Jack lamented.  ‘I just can’t believe it.  A terrible crash on the highway like that and I didn’t hear nobody pray.’

     ‘Didn’t hear nobody pray?’  Dewey asked thinking that the last thing he had thought about.

     ‘No.  there was whiskey and blood mixed together in the glass where they lay but I didn’t hear nobody pray.  I was the only one who had the sense to call down the mercy of the Lord on those poor mangled souls.’

     Mercy of the Lord on those poor mangled souls.’  Dewey repeated in wonder at what mercy those poor mangled souls could expect.  They’d had little mercy in this world and in the next they were on their own.

     ‘Amen, brother.’  Black Jack intoned.  ‘We’re going to get along just fine.’

     Then Black Jack and Dewey came to that old fork in the road.  Black Jack said:  ‘Now, right up here we have to turn left to go into Chicago; if you go straight that will take you up into Gary.  Like I say:  I need you in Chicago to build the Second Coming Of The Golden Dawn and save America and probably the world.  What say, are you made of the right stuff?’

     ‘Uh, no, Black Jack.  I can’t.  I’m in the Navy.  I have to get back or they’ll courtmartial me.’

     ‘They can’t courtmartial some one who isn’t there, Dewey.  What’s wrong with you?

     ‘Sure, Black Jack but it would ruin my life.  They would come and get me.’

     ‘Oh, sheez.  No one’s going to come after you.  They wouldn’t even know where to begin looking.  You’d be like that A-Bomb in Darktown.  Why would they think you were in Chicago?’

     ‘Because it’s the center of the country?  Aw, come on, Black Jack, when I get a driver’s license or apply for jobs they’d get me right away, besides, let me tell you something you don’t know;  Chicago is no California.

     ‘Just change your name…’

     ‘Aw, Jesus, change my name!  I’m not going to Chicago with you Black Jack.  Now, let me out here.’

     Black Jack was a very disappointed guy because he had convinced himself that Dewey had been sent by God to be his lieutenant.  Providence had failed him or, perhaps, he had misinterpreted the signs.  Dewey’s wanting to depart seemed to Black Jack a betrayal on the order of the kiss Judas gave Jesus.

     He continued to half remonstrate with and half excoriate Trueman as he got out of the car.  Dewey took it all in good measure because, after all, he had been given a handsome and entertaining ride and besides, as screwy as he considered most of Black Jack’s ideas he liked him.

     Dewey knew what longing and frustration were.  He knew what it meant to be reviled and rejected for no good reason.  He took Black Jack’s raging as just the raving of an injured psyche.  If the wounds were aggravated then society would just have to pay the price of its sins whatever that price might be.  That was only just.  If the wounds were allowed to heal then Black Jack would probably be a pretty decent guy.

     In fact, Black Jack, or rather, Derek Drainsfield, as he did resume his original identity, turned out straight.  He was able to move away from the Interface as Dewey suggested.  As his women were no longer in danger from Black predators the pressure on his psyche decreased and as his mind cleared he once again realized that fear and revulsion were not bases for religion.

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     He turned to a gospel of love and wealth.  He shed most of his repulsive majick elements of his approach leaving Aleister Crowley behind while miving closer to Rosicrucian Christianity.  he remained a preacher.  He was seeking to be respectable.  He attained his goal.  He had a congregation that varied between five and six hundred.

      They were well satisfied with him while he was content with tending his flock.  Circumstances required him to take a compassionate stand on race relations which he did but the misgivings he had acquired down on the Interface never left him.  As, why should they?

     ‘Good luck finding that A-Bomb, Black Jack.  Good bye Dixie Darlin’- Belle.’  Dewey said politely shutting the door.  ‘Thanks for the ride.’

     More hurt than angry Black Jack drove away muttering about the guy’s ingratitude under his breath.

Hitchhiking Is No Picnic

     ‘Christ, it’s cold.’  Dewey thought as the heat from the car left him.  A cold blast of wind whistled down across Lake Michigan to rattle his teeth.

     ‘Oh, not again.’  Dewey said to himself as a cop car pulled to a stop in front of him.  There was Navy on the Great Lakes so he wasn’t such an oddity to the Illinois State Police as he had been to those in Oklahoma.

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     The cop was one of those tall big men of limited mental resources who really like to lord it over other men.  Maybe he was just amusing himself.  Taking Dewey’s leave papers and ID he sat for fifteen minutes in his car leaving Dewey to shiver in the cold.

     He got back out offering a few sneering comments then dropped Dewey’s papers to the ground and drove off.  That good strong North Wind caught Dewey’s leave papers sending them off like an eagle taking wing.  There was little sense in chasing them so Dewey stood watching as they wafted back down the highway.

     ‘Oh well, I probably won’t need them anymore.  Boy, cops must all be cut from the same mold.’  Dewey thought as his resentment against the police grew.  ‘And they wonder why everybody despises them.’

      It’s not so much that they receive the same education in police academies as that they all do come from the same mental approach to life.  They’re just bullies with badges made safe from retaliation.

     The sun was going down.  The temperature was dropping.  Once out of his face Dewey had other things to think about than coppers although he was acquiring a bitter understanding of the attitudes of men like John Dillinger and Pretty Boy Floyd the Outlaw.

     A couple rides later he was dropped off in front of a service station in Gary, Indiana.  Named after Judge Gary.  Night had fallen on the lakeside city.  A superb lake effect snowstorn was in progress from Gary up to Benton Harbor from which point Dewey intended to shunt East across Michigan to the Valley.

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    Gary was not yet the Black town it would be.  Eventually it would become another East St. Louis.  For the present Dewey was safe from racial harassment.

     He took up a position under the lights of the station sign where he could really be seen.  It was a pitiless night.  No one would stop.  Every time a semi went by, which was every other vehicle, the big rigs swirled the snow wildly burying Dewey in the rearranged drift.  The hours passed.

     Finally a big rig pulled to a stop.  The tractor was a nice new cab over but the driver was crossing over to Cleveland.

     The driver seemed decent enough, tried to explain to him that there would be no traffic heading North.  He told Dewey that it would be better to cross over beneath Detroit and go North from there where there would be a lot more traffic.

     Dewey feared Detroit for a number of reaons of which race was one, while the time involved crossing then heading up the Dixie seemed excessive.  That coupled with the fact that his mind was slowing from lack of both sleep and nourishment determined his decision.  He had no idea that the highway would have less traffice than the Claremore road if possible.

     Without being aware of it Dewey had become quite dehydrated.  Suddenly his thirst hit him.  He looked over to spot the Coke machine in the gas station.  Really discouraged he walked over and drained five bottles of Coke in a row.  They were the old 7 oz. size.

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     This gave the attendant who had been watching him an excuse to talk to him.

     ‘Wow.  You must really be thirsty.’

     ‘Yeah. I was anyway.’

     ‘How come you didn’t take the ride that trucker offered?’

     ‘Oh, he was going East to Cleveland.  Offered to drop me off below Detroit but gosh, that’s several more hours and I’ve been on the road forever.  This was supposed to be a forty-eight hour trip.'[

     ‘How long you been on the road?’

     ‘I don’t know.  I started last Thursday.’

     ‘Where you going?’

     ‘The Valley in Michigan.  Thought I’d cut over at Benton Harbor.’

     ‘Oh man, that’s a tough one any night.  Very little traffic.  In this storm there probably won’t be any at all.  Sunday night too.  You should have taken that trucker’s offer.  Tell you what I’ll do for you.  I’ll ask any driver going North if they’ll give you a ride.  You can stand out there if you want.  I’ll call you over if I find someone.’

     Dewey thanked him kindly but was so discouraged he forgot about it immediately.  He was digging himself out of the umpteenth snow bank when the attendant called to him.

     ‘Hey, hey Sailor, come on.  I’ve got a ride for you.’

     Dewey couldn’t believe his ears but he stepped smartly over.

     ‘He’s going to St. Joe.  Says he’ll give you a ride.’

     Dewey thanked the attendant but didn’t offer the tip he was obviously expected to give and hopped in.

Four Strong Winds

     As the saying goes:  Dewey was running on empty.  There weren’t even any fumes left.  He was going simply because he was going.

     There were several towns they had to pass through on the way to Benton Harbor not to mention the good sized city of South Bend but all Dewey would ever be able to remember was big white snow flakes falling from a patent leather sky and the blazing white snow banks illuminated by the headlights.  The night had the surreal aspects of the Hopper picture ‘Nighthawks At The Diner.’

     Terry Gaste, the driver, was the first respectable looking person Dewey had seen for days.  He was a pleasant looking man of about twenty-seven.  Plump, even quivering with baby fat, delicate, well dressed, well groomed, impeccably mannered, he was meticulously cared for.  Every hair of his dark head had a well defined place for which it occupied.  He looked like he had just shaved.  He had an air of refinement.  In fact, he was a high school English teacher at Benton Harbor.  Even out in the boonies Benton Harbor had more cachet than its twin city St. Joseph so Terry Gaste lived in St. Joe where rents were cheaper.  Hard to believe.

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     If Dewey hadn’t been grappling to keep his grip on reality he would have thought that Gaste was a very creditable guy.  Having been five days on the road he mainly noticed that Gaste seemed very effeminate.

     ‘I offered you a ride because in this terrible weather I thought I might need your help if I got stuck.  You would help me if that happened wouldn’t you?  You wouldn’t just abandon me?’

     ‘No.’  Dewey said.  ‘That’s a very fair exchange.  This is a lot of snow.  We don’t get snow like this up in the Valley.  Cold, but no snow.’

     ‘We get a lot of snow here.’

     ‘I always noticed that.  There’s a strip right across Southern Michigan that always gets a lot of snow.  I mean look at these snowbanks, four or five feet high.  Couldn’t have been any worse than that storm in Flagstaff.  What are you doing out so late in this weather?’

     ‘I’m returning from Chicago.  I live in St. Joseph but I teach English in Benton Harbor.  My girl friend lives in Chicago and I visit her every weekend.  I make this trip every week.’

     Dewey’s mind was about to go free form.  It was about to take the same relationship to his body that the Milky Way takes to Earth.  Fortunately he still had enough control not to express an unasked for opinion of Terry Gaste.  His own thoughts were that Gaste was gay but he had enough sense to stay in the closet in Benton Harbor.  Dewey thought that he probably went to Chicago on weekends for sex.  Heaven was merciful to Trueman; he kept his speculations to himself but converted his opinions into a series of malicious comments.

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     ‘Wow, that’s a long way to go to see your girl firend.’

     If Dewey’s mind had been functioning he might have reflected on that statement.  Gaste was driving only two hundred miles round trip.  Dewey thought nothing of an over night jaunt from San Diego to LA which was about the same distance.  He regularly traveled twelve hundred miles round trip to San Francisco on a weekend.  And then he had to hitchhike more often than not.  But in Michigan a hundred miles seems like a great long trip.

     ‘I don’t mind.  We’re in love.  She’s worth it.’

     ‘Really?  I don’t know if I could do that.  I’d get a girl in Benton Harbor.’

     Then Dewey egan to talk about things that, had he been rested, he wouldn’t have mentioned.  But under that patent leather black and white environment of shimmering snow flakes and dazzlingly white snow banks an inchoate fear seized his vitals causing unnamed specters to be released from the right side of his brain.  Perhaps his subconscious flooded his conscious mind.  No, that wasn’t it.  It was the right side.

     ‘I’m quite happy this way actually.’  Gaste said trying to edge off the subject.

    ‘Boy, I’d be afraid she’d be cheating on me.’

     ‘Oh no.  I have absolute trust in her.’

     ‘Oh, I don’t know.  Do you call her weekdays.’

     ‘Yes.  We talk.’

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     ‘Is she always there?’

    ‘Well, no.  Not always.’

     ‘See.’

     ‘See what?  She can’t always be home.  That doesn’t mean she’s out with someone else.’

     Dewey’s emotional development had been arrested by the sharp break in his routines caused by entering the Navy.  He still had a teenage notion of fidelity.  Thus his fears now amounting to a panic kept him on the subject even though he could see the discomfort he was causing Gaste.

     He liked Gaste and could see his error but he couldn’t get his mind out of its rut.  He insisted to the point of being obtuse.  Gaste, who was kind and considerate to a fault was being driven to his wit’s end.  Perhaps for that reason his concentration wavered.  The car lost traction and slid up against the snowbank.

     Gaste couldn’t regain traction.  The tires spun uselessly.

    ‘I think you’re going to have to get out and push.’  Gaste said tersely fearful that Trueman wouldn’t keep his end of the bargain.

     ‘Oh well.  Nobody rides for free.’  Trueman replied with mock ruefullness, thankful for the intrusion into his feeling of nauseating panic.

     Pushing was out of the question.  Gaste’s De Soto, the marque of the car wasn’t mentioned but his was the last model year of De Soto, ’58 if I remember correctly, blue and white, was a heavy car but even had it been lighter Dewey’s feet would have slid out from under him.

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     Dewey had no intention of being stranded for hours, there must be a way out.  He noticed that as slick as the road was and as high and firm as the snowbank was it was possible to perhaps wedge himself between the snowbank and the car and push the car sideways back into the road.

     ‘There’s no way I can push it, Terry.’  He ssid speaking rhough Gaste’s open window.  ‘This road’s too slick.  But we can try this.  I’ll wedge myself in between the car and the snowback, when I shout  Now! give it the gas and I’ll push sideways with my foot.  That might get it out of the groove it’s in and back in the road where the wheels won’t be in slick ruts.’

     ‘You don’t think you will hurt my car, do you?’

     ‘What do you mean?’

     ‘If you push with your foot on the fin the metal might cave in.’

     ‘Terry, in a contest between me and steel I’ll bet against myself every time.  You should too.’

     ‘Well, I suppose it’s worth a try.’

     ‘Sure it is.’

     Dewey got into position and shouted to Gaste to give it the gas.  Belying his apparent timidity Gaste gunned the engine mightily.  Dewey pushed.  Almost perfect; the DeSoto left the ruts and shot out into the middle of the road straight as an arrow as Dewey slid down the snowbank with a painful bump.

     There was a moment of anxiety for Dewey as he feared Gaste might drive off without him.  Such was not the case.

     1827.

     In the first place Gaste was much too decent a guy to even think of abandoning Dewey even though Dewey’s chatter had him running up walls.  Also if he spun out once he could spin out twice; why take chances, still he thought Dewey might have dented his car.

    ‘You didn’t dent my car.’  He asked Dewey as the sailor, smiling at his success, slid back in the seat.

     ‘No.  It worked perfectly, Terry.  We’re even pointed straight down the road.  I was afraid it might to into the opposite snowbank.  Let’s go.’

     ‘I’m going to check.’

     ‘It’s alright Terry, don’t check.  Let’s go before we lose traction again.’

     Gaste hopped out  to run around the car like a ferret to check Dewey’s word.  Finding the fender without a dent he got back in the car much relieved.  Easing the car forward slowly they regained traction.

     In the time he had been able to divert Dewey’s rattling chat Dewey had revealed some rather remarkable details of his journey.  He wasn’t aware yet of the effect of the trip on himself but Gaste was amazed even horrified at the details Dewey had given him.  The motorcycle ride with Rodeo Frank had made quite an impression.

     Now determined to keep Dewey off subjects offensive to himself, Gaste had a line of converstaion ready when he got back in the car.

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     Dewey himself had had a transformation out in the cold.  Still obsessed with the legendary snowstorm in Flagstaff he could hardly  believe that that storm was worse than this one.  He therefore dismissed the story as some writer’s hyperbole thereby putting to rest a piece of ephemera that had bothered him for years.

     The combination of white snow and black sky blew through his mind like a gale.  The extreme black shininess of the deep browed sky seemed to him like Mother Space while the cold white flakes came down like bits of bone white death.

     The reason that the car had slid was that a snow plow had preceded them turning the road into a white carpeted path of packed snow which added to the sharp contrast accentuated by the ricocheting light from the headlamps.

     Dewey’s mind was overwhelmed by the white and black as he half slid and half skated back to the car.

     His despair caused him to conceive his situation as one of death in life.  A quiet panic festered in his mind.  His fatigue began to swirl his mind as though it were the center of four strong contending winds, like the great swirl of the Milky Way sliding backwards from the center of the Big Blast through space.  The white and black seared his mind.

     As the conversation developed Dewey made connections and expressed opinions that would have been blocked by a rested and conscious mind.  He expressed opinions and analyses he never knew he had.  He could never have repeated them on the spot nor could he have remembered them after rest.

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     Meaning to seize the initiative Terry Gaste used the key that opened Dewey’s mind to a flood of opinion that Gaste had not expected.  There had been nothing said to this point that gave any indication of Dewey’s intellectual depth.  Indeed, his pimpled face and cold staring expression indicated just the opposite.  Gaste had expected to toy with him and dazzle him with his brilliance.

     Gaste was impressed by the idea of Dewey having hitchhiked all the way across country from San Diego.  Like many others in his class Gaste repressed such desires but greatly romanticized them.  He had also read Jack Kerouac’s ‘On The Road’ that had been out for over a year now.  He imagined there was some similarity between Kerouac’s and Trueman’s experience.

    ‘Have you read that new book ‘On The Road’ by Jack Kerouac?’  He asked expecting that Dewey had never heard of it.

     ‘Yes.’  Dewey replied.

     ‘You have?’  Gaste said raising the pitch of his voice in surprise.  Before he went on he sought to know how as he imagined not without reason that Dewey would have been cut off by Navylife from more recent literary developments.  ‘Umm, do you read a lot?’

     ‘Actually quite a bit.’  Dewey replied.  ‘That book you mentioned was one they passed aound.  I had to read it, as it were, I didn’t like it but it has made a terrific impression aboard ship.  They talk about it all the time.’

     ‘You had to read it?  Why’s that?’

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     ‘Well, being aboard ship is a pretty peculiar way to live.  There’s a whole big difference between what is called the  ‘officers’ and the ‘men.’  I’m obviously of that part called ‘the men.’  Being in the Navy is like being in the orphanage or in prison.  They don’t allow for a lot of individuality.  It’s very easy to be thought weird.  They don’t want you to know anything they don’t.  If you do that makes them feel insecure and inferior.  They don’t want you read, become familiar with literature like, oh say, Victor Hugo or John Dos Passos, so certain books are passed around that you are expected to be familiar with or not.  They don’t care if you don’t read the books; they do allow for greater ignorance than theirs.’

     ‘What kind of books?’

     ‘Well, mostly they’re kind of dirty, soft corn porn, you might say.  Although some have a quite serious side and even have a backhanded moral or, at least, lesson you have to a fringe person to get it.  One of them was about a guy who got knocked over the head, had amneisa, and becomes a criminal under an assumed name, naturally, as he can’t remember his own.  Happened to me I’d use the name of the guy who lived kitty corner from me, mess up his reputation.  His wife goes in search of him.  In the pursuit she becomes a prostitute because, even thought this course is repugnant to her, she believes this is the only way to find her beloved.  It goes on like that.  Some guy cornholes her and we get a description of  her patting her rectum back into shape.  Stuff you need to know to get through life.  In the end the boy gets his memory back but instead of being angry with his wife he cherishes her because she made this great sacrifice of her virtue just for him.  So crime is kind a natural part of life is the moral.  It kind of keeps your mind off the stars and in the muck so you don’t get to thinking you’re better than the scum you live with.  That’s what the French call ‘egalite.’

     ‘Do you mean as in the slogan of the French Revolution: Liberte, egalite, fraternite?

     ‘That’s it.  What egalite means is than anyone who tries to excel is put down.  Therefore egalite cancels liberte  and makes fraternite impossible because who would want to associate with such a bunch of bums.  Ha ha ha.’

     ‘But what was the moral of this book about the woman who became a prostitute?’

     ‘The argument goes that you would forgive your wife if she became a prostitute to save you, wouldn’t you?  Of course you would, is the correct answer.  And then, by extension, that if you would forgive her for screwing other guys to save your life then it is ridiculous to be jealous of your wife if she is screwing other guys for pleasure.  So you should just let anybody who want to screw her screw her and just shut up.  Nothing is good or bad but thinking makes it so, see?  My argument was that it may work well when you’re screwing the other guy’s wife but you aren’t going to be so tolerant when it happens to you.  I asked if they thought I should be jealous if any of them were screwing my wife, should I have one,  and they said no.  Then I asked how they would they feel if I were screwing their wife and to a man they said they would stomp my ass into dust.

     Anyway if you approve prostitution or promiscuity for one reason then it can’t be wrong for any reason.  So the tendency of these books including ‘On The Road’, seems to be in inculcate a tolerance for criminality.  Besides which all these guys are all hypocrites.’

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     ‘Do you know how these books are selected?  Who does it?’

     ‘Not exactly.  But control seems to be coming from the midships area.  I tried to get a couple books inserted in the rounds but they were coldly rejected so I have to believe the books were selected for a political purpose.  Pretty undemocratic censorship, hey?’

     ‘What books did you try to insert?’

     ‘Well, from the content of the books I’ve seen passed around it wouldn’t do any good to try for books you English teachers think are literature, but, you know, there is much more pertinent writing than guys like Mailer, Roth or Herman Wouk going around.

    I mean they even gave a Pulitzer prize to that piece of crap, ‘The Caine Mutiny.’  What an impossible story.  I doubt if  Wouk was even ever aboard ship.  But then other stuff doesn’t get a chance with major publishers.  Actually ‘On The Road’ is an exception.  That book is outside the acceptable tradition of polite literature, what you might call ‘outlaw.’  It’s about the same mental caliber as this book called ‘Junkie’ that was passed around.

     There’s a couple of very interesting publishers who put out this kind of stuff in Kerouac’s style.  One’s Ace and the other is Gold Seal.  Ever heard of them?  No?  You’ve probably seen them on the paper back racks.  One despises them because they only come out in paper back, no hard cover.  Turned up your nose and walked away, eh?  I had to get over the prejudice myself.  Broaden out, it won’t hurt you.

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     Gold Seals’s got one, out of several I’ve read, that’s particularly interesting called ‘I Am Legend.’  I tried to get this one in.

     (This book was later made into a distorted movie verson that completely betrays the impact of the novel, called ‘The Omega Man’ starring Charlton Heston.  This story was converted into a version acceptable to the Revolution.  It was again released as ‘I Am Legend’ after the turn of the century as the story of  Black and White race issues.)

     It’s about a world in which vampires start out as a small persecuted group, somewhat like the early Christians or present day Commies, but gradually enlarge in numbers until there are more of them than us.  Finally there is only one regular guy left, everyone else has been turned into a vampire.  Technically the vampires cannot suck each other’s blood without dying out as there is no fresh blood left but if that were allowed, no story.

     Finally there’s only one guy left.  He goes around by day killing as many vampires as he can find.  they turn around and persecute him by night.  They assault him in his impregnable, apparently fire proof wooden fortress all night long.  Never could figure when he got any sleep, must have been a bundle of nerves.

     There’s a real stalemate until the vampires learn how to survive in daylight.  Then they put on tanning lotion, must have been left over on some drugstore shelf, on the most beautiful of their women.  In my book she must have been fair of face, 40D, 25, 38.  Like them proportions?  But the author was vague.

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     She infiltrates this guy’s lair, betrays him and he ends up being on the gallows.  The last sane man left alive, hence he is legendary.

     I don’t know why my shipmates rejected it unless it was resistance to the end.’

     That was part of it.  The book was interpreted as an anti-Communist allegory.  Dewey was correct in sensing that control of the books came from midships.  The Revolution’s agent on board was Teal Kanary and the Yeoman’s office was midship.

     At this time the Navy was very sensitive to Communist infiltration.  All swabbies were supposed to be on lookout for Communist agents and report them.  The Navy only understood the problem in terms of espionage not as social attitude.  The Revolution accordingly disparaged the notion of espionage but Russian agents did exist.

     The author was once stopped at gunpoint on Treasure Island because he had inadvertantly strolled into an unmarked restricted area at night.  The Navy didn’t post warnings so that attention wouldn’t be called to the area.  The Russian spies adopted the perfect camouflage; they were among the officers supervising the area.  Navy arrogance was such that they thought officers could do no wrong.  Any such spies were above suspicion.  It was ‘the men’ you had to look out for.

     The Communist Party was only the political arm of the Revolution.  the Revolution exists on many different fronts.  It is wrong to assume that the Revolution is interested only in armed revolt.  That method will succeed only under very special conditions which have been present merely two times in the last three hundred years: 1789 and 1917.  The better method is to bore from within.

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     The Revolution takes place more effectively in literature, movies and records where White standards are systematically undermined and replaced by Red ideals.  Hence the books passed around the ship were subversive to White morality.  ‘I Am Legend’ was subversive or Revolutionary objectives.  Thus, the book was thrown back in Dewey’s face.  So much for the slogan of liberty, equality and fraternity except as double speak.

      ‘Well.’  Terry said, trying to get back on ground he understood.  ‘But, didn’t you think ‘On The Road’ was a terrific read?’

     ‘It bothered me.  I saw just a bunch of petty grifters involved in theft, drugs and illicit sex.  Have you heard of this guy Allen Ginsberg?’

      This was getting onto ground forbidden to Terry Gaste.  It might be OK to have heard of Ginsberg amongst the academic community but certainly not to be familiar with his work.  Ginsberg had after all used the word ‘fuck.’  In these antediluvian days before Lenny Bruce had made the seven forbidden works commonplace the use of the f word was enough to disqualify anyone from consideration.  Gaste had read Ginsberg’s ‘Howl’, even recently, but the knowledge was carefully concealed by the high school English teacher.  However here in his car with the heater going in a freezing snowstorm with Dewey he felt safe to talk freely.  He didn’t think Dewey would ever be able to turn him in.

     ‘You mean the poet who wrote ‘Howl?’  Terry said with awe of both Ginsberg and Dewey who he would never have thought would have ever heard of the ‘poet’ Ginsberg.  Terry didn’t seem to realize that the poem was directed at precisely the social class of Trueman and not at polite culture.

     ‘Poem?  Oh yeah, maybe.  I think the title, Howl, is the whole message.  He could have skipped the verbiage.  This guy is supposed to be the poet type guy in ‘On The Road.’  He was Kerouac’s friend.  He’s the model and in Howl he has this line about how he has seen the best minds of his generation driven insane of something to that effect.  If these guys in ‘On The Road’ are the best minds of his generation I think we should all check into the asylum right now.’

     In fact, one of the best minds, Neal Cassady, model for Dean Moriarty in the novel, had set up a major marijuana smuggling operation in San Francisco surpassing that of the Kreskins.  He, however, had been caught.  He was at this time undergoing trial and about to be sent to San Quentin.

     ‘You feel that strongly?’  Terry said, feeling disappointed. 

     ‘Sure.  the book is just another example of ephemeral fruits to my way of thinking.’

     The term was so unexpected in this little capsule inching along the frozen slippery path in the snowstorm behind the snow plow which they had overtaken but couldn’t pass that Gaste had to laugh.  ‘Ephemeral fruits?’

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     ‘Yeah.  It’s like so much happening today.  It doesn’t have any intellectual value.  I mean, they got this guy in San Francisco by the name of Lenny Bruce whose whole pitch is dirty words.  I mean, you know, his whole act seems to be to introduce the words Fuck and Cocksucker into parlor conversation.  The guy’s disgusting yet he’s a hero to some of these guys aboard ship.  I mean, that’s really something to strive for, isn’t it?  Really betters humanity, doesn’t it?

     All the things we’re doing, filling our minds with, are just shallow entertainment so-called, perhaps entertaining but actually demeaning.  After all a mind has only so much time a day for something to be put into it.   When all that is put in is nothing but stupid movies and crusades to say Fuck in normal conversation, that’s not very intellectually nourishing, don’t you think?  We’re just gorging ourselves on sterile information.’

     ‘What do you mean by ephemeral fruits?  Is this a term you’ve conceived.’

     ‘Who me?  No.  It’s something I picked up in Mrs. Hicks’ English class in twelfth grade.  Stuck in my mind.  I like the sound of it:  Ephemeral fruits.  You should know it being an English teacher and all.’

     ‘Evaline Hicks at Valley Melville?’

     ‘Mrs. Hicks is all I know.  One doesn’t inquire into the first names of old broads and English teachers; but yes, I went to Herman Melville in the Valley.  Valley Melville as you guys down here refer to it.’

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     ‘Yes.  Now what about ephemeral fruits?’

     ‘Well, it comes from a Greek myth, she was big on Greek myths, King Arthur, Roland and all that, where the monster Typhon takes on Zeus, beats him up, takes out his tendons and leaves them in a sack somewhere.

     Then to help out Zeus in his exremity some nymphs feed Typhon with ephemeral fruits that look good but contain no nourishment so that the more Typhon gorges himself the weaker he gets.  you see the comparison I’m making, right?’

     ‘Yes, I do.’

     ‘Yes.  Well, Mrs. Hicks had this theory about Typhon.  She didn’t call it a theory, I think she said it was an hypothesis.  You have to take responsibility for theories but you can get away with hypotheses.  It’s kind of like a  joke.  Anyway, you’ve heard of the island of Thera?  Exploded some time way back when?  Bigger than Krakatoa, bigger than the H-Bomb to hear people talk who weren’t there.

     So, she figures if this happened that it would make such a huge impression on everyone that it would have to be mentioned in Greek mythology, but it doesn’t appear to be.  But, she says, it has to be.  So she thinks that maybe the story of Typhon and Zeus is a mythological account of the explosion of Thera.  but, uh, I don’t know.’

     ‘I’m sure I don’t either.  Evaline, uh, Mrs. Hicks has been injudicious enough to mention her, uh, hypothesis at a couple conferences I’ve attended.  I think she’s a delightful lady but she lost credibility over this issue.’

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     ‘How’s that.’

     ‘Well, no one’s ever heard it before.  There’s no authority for it.’

     ‘Well, yeah, but she only said there must be a reference to Thera and I think there must and that Typhon might possibly be it.’

     In fact as subsequent events have shown the author, there is every reason to believe that the explosion of Thera is accounted for by the myth of  Hera, Zeus and Typhon.  Let us consider it a moment, especially as the myth would eliminate Thera as a place for Atlantis.

     At one time Zeus ingested the goddess Metis but found her not entirely digestible.  She gave him a great headache.  This was relieved when he gave girth to Athene through his forehead.  This birth without female aid made Hera very envious.  In a fit of rage she gave birth to the monster Typhon without the aid of a male.  Typhon had roots deep into the earth while his head touched the stars.  Great wings sprouted from his shoulders which hid the sun.  His name has been interpreted to mean stupefying smoke or hot wind.  He was said to emit great boulders from his mouth as well as belching fire.  Sounds like a volcano to me.

     There are some who say the thrashing of his tail roused great tidal waves.

     Zeus stared bugeyed when he realized that this giant was invading his realm of the sky.  The earth monster of the Earth goddess Hera was attacking the Lord of the Sky.  The Great One was not keen on battle but to battle he must.  The skies flashed and roared from Zeus’ thunderbolts as he hurled them against the wasting hot breath of Typhon.

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     The mighty monster brought the Great One down, crushing him as though a matchstick.  Zeus being immortal could not be killed so Typhon stripped the body of the tendons rending Zeus immobile.  Then Typhon put the tendons in a leather sack which he hid in a cave in Cilicia, a nation on the coast of Anatolia.  The body he chucked away leaving Zeus an immobile hunk on the ground.

     Typhon would have emerged triumphant except that the great gods Hermes and Pan located the sinews and restrung the inert Father of the Gods.  As they were doing so the Fates fed Typhon with basket loads of Ephemeral Fruits.  The more the monster ate the weaker he got, thus Zeus returning to battle was able to defeat Hera’s creation returning the cosmos to normal.

     The myth on the surface of it appears to be merely a pretty tale.  When Herodotus, the father of historians hence a father of mine, was in Egypt he told the priests the story of Phaeton and Helios.  The priests advised him that the myth undoubtedly concealed an historical event, as in their opinion, all myths did.

     The myth of Phaeton concerns his desire to drive the horses of the sun across the sky.  He approached his father Helios who reluctantly consented.  Phaeton was unable to control the great beasts so the sun wobbled in its course coming so close to earth that the resulting fires nearly destroyed mankind.

     One would have been hard pressed to give a natural explanation to that one until the Summer of 2000 when a scorching heat wave in Greece drove the temperatures up to 120 degrees igniting the dry brush into great fires burning out of control.  Such a season might be described by people with meager meteorological knowledge as the sun wobbling off course close to earth.

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     Let us suppose the ancient Egyptians to be right.  Let us suppose that the myth of Hera and Typhon is based on an actual event.  The myth is, of course, undated.  It merely happened once upon a time.  The myth does however perfectly describe the eruption of a specific type of volcano.  Thera was a dormant volcano of the type of Krakatoa, St. Helens and Mazama.  Both St. Helens and Mazama are in the Cascade Range of the Western United States.

     World famous Crater Lake is located in the crater created by Mt. Mazama when it exploded in prehistoric times.  Mazama was a big one of 12,000 to 14,000 feet which is apparently about as big as the type of volcano gets.  The mountain of Mazama was bigger than the island of Thera.

     The author was present when Mt. St. Helens exploded in the 1980s.  He was about sixty miles to the South in Portland, Oregon.  The rupture occured nearly at the summit.  The explosion sent rocks flying for miles as though hurled from Typon’s mouth.  The hot pyroclastic blast of gases rolled down the Northeast slope flattening tens of thousands of acres of forest.  The volcano vented gases and ash for two or three days which rose billowing up to 40,000 feet or better until they flattened out like a thunderhead drifting with the prevailing wind which was a Zephyr.

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      The falling ash blocked the sun in Yakima, Washington about fifty miles East where ash accumualted to a depth of about eighteen inches.  A terrifying situation even when you knew what was happening..  Spokane, three hundred miles away received several inches.

     Mt. St. Helens was a nine thousand foot mountain before it exploded and about 6000 after the eruption.  The missing three thousand feet was not blown away by the explosion but worn away the venting ash and gases.

     St. Helens and Thera appear to have been about the same size so there is no reason to believe that Thera was a more cataclysmic disaster than St. Helens.

     People who imagine a fantastic disaster say that Thera exploded with a force of hundred hydrogen bombs.  This is so much nonsense.  St. Helens didn’t go off with even the force of one hydrogen bomb.  Such a disaster is geologically impossible.  What must have happened at Thera was what happened in Washington State in the nineteen eighties, a very impressive eruption but nothing equating a hundred hydrogen bombs.

     Hera being an earth goddess was assigned the parentage of Typhon because she represented Gaia, or Earth.  The eruption must have been terrifying to people without knowledge of volcanic causes so the event was interpreted as Hera challenging Zeus, the sky god, through her creation.  As Zeus’ sinews were hidden in a cave to the East of the eruption that means that the Zephyr was blowing the ash East at the time.  The great billows of ash would be interpreted as blocking the sun.  The thunderhead would interpreted as the head of Typhon reaching to the stars.

     There is no chance that the ash covered Greece to the West or Egypt to the South.  The ash would have streamed East in a fairly narrow band.  Thus Cilicia would have corresponded to Yakima in Washington State.  Further to the East the Hittites have a myth quite similar to Hera and the Typhon.  Their relationship to the explosion would have been approximately that of Spokane, Washington so their myth lacks the terror of the Greek myth.  The Hebrew Yahweh may also be based on the eruption.

     Initially the Sky God was overpowered hence his sinews were deposited in a cave in Cilicia where the ash fall was undoubtedly the heaviest.  Caves are representative of Gaia, so one may say the sinews were buried in the Earth.

     The Fates feeding Typhon Ephemeral Fruits merely means that after a couple days the repressed gases were vented and the vented ash had worn away the mountain sides creating present day Thera, or Santorini.   The ash stopped and Typhon died.

     Mrs. Hicks’ hypothesis cannot be conclusively proven although as indicated above it must be true.  It must also be true that there is a thick layer of ash in Cilicia that can be dated back to 1600 BC or so when Thera erupted.  Comparatively however the eruption of Thera could not have been of greater magnitude than St. Helens.

     Dewey added to the explanation of Mrs. Hicks’ theory:  ‘But I don’t know whether she’s right or not.’

     ‘I’m sure I don’t.’  Terry assented.  ‘I think it was very foolish of Evaline to give voice to her opinion in public; that is something that can’t be done.  All people are hypocrites on that score.  Any crowd of people can find comfort only in a trite acceptable explanation of something.’ 

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     Gaste cast a sideways glance at Dewey who was so exhausted his eyes were spinning.  Terry thought to himself that now was the time to vent all those opinions boiling inside him that he could confide to no one without risking his reputation.  He was positive that what he had to say would never go beyond the confines of his car.

     ‘I don’t mean to say that I personally thought ill of Mrs. Hicks for having a controversial opinion but I certainly had to side with the majority to protect my career.’  Terry cleared his throat.  ‘I’m certainly familiar with controversial opinions; I have one or two myself which I wouldn’t dare mention in public.’

     ‘I guess I was right all along.’  Dewey said to himself preparing to push Gaste’s hand off his knee without offending him so much that he would make him get out into the swirling snowstorm.

     ‘First, let me give you a little background on myself so you will know how I come by these opinions.  I was born in Battle Creek and grew in up in Grand Rapids.  Of course I have a sound academic education from Wesleyan but my real education began, as it were, at my mother’s knee.’

     Dewey relaxed.  It was clear to him that Terry was not going to approach him.  As the English teacher appeared to be off on a long explanation Dewey put his brain in overdrive just letting Gaste’s story flow around his mind like the the light from a distant star around our own sun.

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     ‘My mother was almost, well, she was really an obsessed woman.  She drove my father away when I was five when she declared to me that I would be the little man of her life; a man who would never leave her.  Strange that we no longer speak, wouldn’t you say?

     We were inseparable.  She took me along with her everywhere.  She made me her assistant and trained me in her researches at a quite early age.  She was obsessed with Astrology and by reference to the so-called Occult.  the Occult is merely a counter religion without its own pope; there is nothing inherently evil about it.

     She actually supported us in relatively decent tyle by casting horoscopes.  You would be amazed at the number of people who use Astrology.  Wealthy successful people too.  I was never able to develop the gift of gab that is necessary to be successful as an Astrologer but my mother could reel off these incredible analyses that were quite often correct: past, present and future.

     She wouldn’t admit that she was superstitious so she clothed her interest in scientific dress.  She learned enough about Astronomy and mathematics so she could pinpoint one’s natal horoscope.  She became quite learned in Greek, Mesopotamian and Egyptian mythology and consequently so am I.  That’s why I’ve always liked Evaline so much.

     My mother’s patter as a consequence of this really substantial learning was very impressive.  Her clients really got their money’s worth.  She astounded them with revelations of their past and present which gave credence to her predictions for the future.  You might think that she researched her clients but she didn’t.  She had a remarkable ability to read a person’s character from their appearance.  She used to say that a person carried their whole history about them in their physiognomy, posture and dress.  Every fold of the clothes, every drape, every gesture and twitch, every line of their face tells who they are and what’s happened to them she used to tell me.   Vocabulary and speech patterns also give one away, the tone of the voice.  She was as remarkable in her way as Sherlock Holmes in his.  I once saw her identify a man as having gradutated from Ohio State on verbal clues which have always escaped me and I still think about it almost every day.

     She considered herself a genius but she couldn’t differentiate between academic standards and Occult methods.  She was always hurt because the academics not only rejected her but wouldn’t even listen to her.  She was right in thinking she was more learned too.

     When we were in Grand Rapids she cultivated a relationship with Cornelia Steketee Hulst.  Have you heard of her by any chance?  No.  Well, she was a very learned woman in Ancient History, gone now, but she lost her academic standing when she sided with an out of favor group of scholars who believe that a period of Matriarchy preceded the Patriarchal society in which we live today.  They are opposed and derided by the controlling Patriarchal academics who take a very narrow view of Greek history and mythology.

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     They project a vision of the Greeks which fills their emotional needs but isn’t supported by the facts.  They willfully disregard many salient points so as not to damage the fabric of their beliefs.  But being numerically superior they succeed.

     At any rate Mrs. Hulst no longer had official standing.  Her very intelligent studies were published by what amounted to her private press ‘dedicated to freedom of speech.’

     My mother and I learned a great deal from her.

     So, now you know how I know what I know.

     Now I’m going to lead into a very controversial subject through the story of the Great Flood.  This is strictly my own opinion.  It has little relationship to the thought of either Mrs. Hulst or my mother.  As Mother was into Astrology I had a lot of time to study and think about the Zodiac.

     No. No.  I know Astrology as a means of predicting the future is a lot of hooey but, remember, the Zodiac is a historical fact having had a great influence on hstory as I hope to show you.  Poor old Mother couldn’t even get the academics to admit the Zodiac was an historical fact.

     The question is, did the Flood really occur and, if so, how and when did it happen.  I’m not talking about the version in the Bible but about the earlier Sumerian account on which the Bible story is based.  Have you ever heard of that?  No.  Well, the story is related in an epic poem called the Gilgamesh.  It precedes the Biblical story by thousands of years.

     My researches have led me away from a riparian explanation.  Scientific studies tell us that the planet was in the grip of an ice age that ended something like ten thousand years ago.  During the ice age the seas are thought to have been several hundred feet lower than they currently are when untold millions of tons of water were stored in glaciers and ice caps.

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     Back in those ante-diluvian times it was said that a civilization existed that was known as Atlantis.  No. No. Please, just listen.  This civilization was referred to by the Egyptians and hinted at by the Mesopotamians.  The myths of the Greeks and Hebrews do not share this ancient tradition but merely reflect it as they are much too recent on the stage of history to have authentic traditions.    

     I hesitate to mention some of these things because some of the people who hold some of these views or views like them have been so discredited.  But my Mother was influenced by people like Edgar Cayce and Madame Blavatsky.  You know the names but that’all…well, they were privy to a lot of knowledge which is not academically accessible or acceptable.

     I say this confidentially, but in the light of our present knowledge of evolution and such matters if you compare the discredited Madame Blavatsky with an academic scholar like J.G. Fraser I think you will find in certain areas that Madame B. was light years ahead of Fraser and he was on the academic cutting edge, barely acceptable in his time.

     Madame B’s ‘Isis Unveiled’ came out thirty years before Frazer’s ‘Golden Bough’ but her understanding of the the meaning of Genesis is so much more profound than Frazer’s that she sounds modern while he sounds archaic.  Reputations are such that the two roles will never be rectified.

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     As I say, my Mother was exposed to opinions of which very very few people are aware.  There are people who actually believe that the Sphinx was carved during the Zodiacal Age of Leo.  At the time the Greek legislator Solon was in Egypt the priests told him that Atlantis had existed some nine thousand years previously.  That would be under the sign of Leo the Lion.  The Sphinx was carved in the form of a lion.  Coincidence?  Perhaps.  But let us go over to Mesopotamia and examine some of their legends.

     I don’t know how much knowledge you have Dewey but some of the names I’m going to mention may be unknown to you.  If they are don’t let that bother you.  You won’t need specialized information to understand the import of what I’m saying.

     Now, in the Gilgamesh epic of Sumer Gilgamesh lives during the reign of the Fifth King after the Deluge circa two thousand BC.  We have tended to disregard such information as mere fancy or fable.  If that were true it would mean the Ancients were just talking from the backs of their necks for no other reason than to amuse themselves.  I don’t think that’s true.  I think they’re talking sense but we just don’t know the frame of reference.

     The fifth king?  What can that mean?  Well, if we interpret each Age or Sign of the Zociac as a king and move back four signs from the Age of Aries which was just dawning in the period of Gilgamesh one finds Taurus, Genini, Cancer…and Leo.  So the Egyptians say that Atlantis disappeared under the sign of Leo and the Mesopotamians say that the Great Flood occurred during the reign of King Leo.

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     This means that the Zodiac as a means of time reckoning is very old indeed.  It also indicates that the system had an existence before the Flood being inherited from a predecessor people.  it is interesting that the Mesopotamians said that the Gods existed before the Flood.

     The Gilgamesh epic itself on one level depicts the transition from one ‘king’ to another.  The transition is from the Age of Taurus to the Age of Aries.  The mind of man depicts the transit as one of conflict between the two signs.  For instance, Gilgamesh rules in the guise of Taurus while his successor, Enkidu, although the story seems garbled by later redactors who didn’t understand, is named a Wild Man living beyond the pale of civilization who is drawn into civilization where he serves his apprenticeship as a shepherd, a function of Aries, before going to Ur to challenge Gilgamesh, the representative of the old Age in a wrestling match.  There are differing outcomes to the match but I’m sure the version that has Enkidu triumphing is the original.

     In fact, after becoming friends, Gilgamesh and Enkidu combine their efforts to kill the ‘Bull of Heaven.’  What can this mean but that the Age of Taurus has been replaced by the Age of Aries.

     Thus a shepherd ushers in the Age Of Aries the Ram just as Christ ushered in the Age of Pisces becoming a Fisher of Men.

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     Consider Greek mythology.  We know that Zeus did not always exist.  We are given the details of his birth.  We are further told that he will not rule forever but will be replaced by one of his sons.

     We know that Zeus did not survive the transition from Aries to Pisces.  When exactly was Zeus born?  It must have been two thousand years earlier.  In other words Zeus was an Arien god who could not survive the transition into the Age of Pisces.  A different age requires a different archetype.  He had replaced his Taurean father, Cronus.  Being immortal Zeus merely slid back a notch in the Zodiac until Aries returns twenty three thousand years later. 

     The period around two thousand BC was also a time of troubles in Egypt.

     The Jewish god, Yahweh, was also an Arien god.  Is it a coincidence that in the transition from Aries to Pisces that Jewish religious fanatics believed that the ‘End of Days’ was transpiring and that in the new world order they were to come into their own?  Is it possible that the terrible Jewish wars were based on Astrological motives?

     Why the Jews should have become so inflamed at that precise moment is a question to be investigated as it appears that no other people took the changing of the Ages quite so seriously.

     Judaism therefore is a survival of an Arien religion into the Age of Pisces and will even survive into the Age of Aquarius.  This makes the religion an anachronism and a real curiosity.  Could Jewish problems in the Age of Pisces be related to their refusal to accept the archetypes of the New Age?

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     The rest of the world accepted the Piscean gods but not without travail.  By the time of Constantine the Piscean religion of Jesus the Christ had triumphed.  We can look for a major change in relgious outlook when the Aquarian archetypes replace the Piscean ones of Jesus and Mary.

     May I be so bold as to offer a prediction as to the nature of those archetypes?  The character of Jesus is a strange one.  He is curiously effeminate.  He is also a god of bread and wine as is indicated at the Last Supper when he offers the disciples a wafer as the flesh of his flesh and wine as the blood of his blood.  By that act he associates hemself with the rites of Eleusis, hence connecting himself with the Greek god, Dionysus.

     In later years the wine god Dionysus was connected with the rites of Eleusis where he was associated with the bread of Demeter.  Jesus is related only to the gentler effeminate side of Dionysus who was nearly half man, half woman.  Thus only half of Dionysus was associated with the Piscean incarnation of Kyrios Christos.  the other orgiastic wild nature side of Dionysus was absorbed by the Medieval creation of the Green Man.

     The Green Man is eternal resurgent nature.  Now, Aquarius is the the water bearer.  His rule in the Olympian Zodiac is Hera the goddess of Earth.  The Age of Aquarius is almost upon us so I predict that when the archetypes of the Piscean religion are replaced by the Aquarian, those archetypes will be the Green Man and Hera in the person of Gaia.  Remember, you heard it here first.

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     But I digress.  Nor was the influence of Astrological beliefs, as distinct from the Zodiac, limited merely to the replacement of Aries by Pisces.  As you may have noted if you read the astrological column in the newspaper the sign of Pisces is two fish facing in the opposite directions connected by a cord.  One is male, one is female.

     Now, this is really extraordinary.  The first thousand years is ruled by the male, Jesus, while rulership reverses in the second half of Pisces to the female, Mary.  This actually happened.  Beginning sometime after the year one thousand the importance of Christ in the Catholic Church was superseded by Mary so that during the last half of Pisces the female spirit has been uppermost.  This is most extraordinary.

     Does this make sense to you so far?’

 

     (Terry, while adept in Greek mythology and astrology was not versed in Arthurian lore.  If he had been he would have noticed the supersession of the male principle in even more dramatic form.  Merlin, who had been the magician of the first thousand years of Pisces falls in love with Vivian, The Lady Of The Lake.  She induces him to transmit his lore to her.  Merlin knows what his fate is to be but he makes no attempt to avoid it.  When Vivian has obtained the lore, she imprisons Merlin in the female Earth under a great rock where he remains today, alive and expecting release.  One may assume that he may be assimilated to the Green Man and that his release will occur during the Age of Aquarius, the seventh king from the deluge.

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     There are probable other evidences of this remarkable change in direction in mid-Pisces.  What is outstanding is that the course of history is being influenced by subterranean currents which are not visible and do not appear to be directed by known secret societies.

     Further the entombment of Merlin was recorded by Church figures.

     This mystery is not imaginary but actually occurred and continues into the Age of Aquarius.  Ask yourself why the song ‘The Dawning Of The Age Of Aquarius’ was placed in the musical ‘Hair’ which song heralds the actual dawning of the Age of Aquarius.  Consider the relatively intense interest in the Green Man who appears to be emerging as the male archetype of the Age.  Consider the emergence of the cult of Gaia who is the female archetype.  The days of the Piscean archetypes are indeed numbered.  Who directs or how such movements are directed is a mystery and well worth investigating.)

 

     ‘Sure it make sense but I’m sure I don’t have enough knowledge to judge whether it’s true or not.’

     ‘I’m sure I don’t know whether it’s true nor not either but this is where my thoughts are leading me.  Now, Mrs. Hicks’ notion of Thera being accounted for by the myth of Hera and Typhon is satisfying because it eliminates Thera as a possible site of Atlantis.  There is no need to have two myths do the same thing besides which the myth of Atlantis is not integral to Greek culture.  The myth only makes its appearance in Greece from six hundred to three hundred BC when Solon brings it back from Egypt and Plato popularized it.

     Besides Thera couldn’t have made an impression so far South as Egypt.  There is no evidence of the explosion in their mythology.  At least I haven’t found any.

     If we accept the evidence of the Sphinx and the idea that the ‘five kings’ of Mesopotamia represent astrological ages then it follows that the Zodiac was operative before the Flood.

     Some other people or civilization devised it.

     The Mesopotamians also list epochs of thousands and tens of thousands of years before the Flood.  Because of the influences of the Hebrew Bible with its absurd chronology these epochs have been dismissed as hyperbole.  Folk myths.  As I think the notion of the five kings makes sense as Astrological ages then probably too do these eons which add up to about a hundred thousand years.

     What happened in those hundred thousand years?  I reason that the Zodiac originally represented the story of the terrestrial year.  After all the signs mean nothing in the celestial Zodiac but the signs accurately represent the progress of the terrestrial year.

     Now, the celestial Zodiac is imagined as a belt of astral constellations that surround the horizon.  what it means when we say that we are in the Age of Pisces is that the constellation of Pisces is in the due East position of the Zodiac so that the Sun rises in it.  When the year two thousand or so arrives as a result of precession Pisces will appear to have moved back while Aquarius will appear to slide into the sun position.  Thus as the Age of Taurus was slain by the Age of Aries, Aquarius will flood out Pisces.

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     Yes.  Precession.   The Precession of the Equinoxes is a term that describes the effect of the Plane of the Ecliptic.  Yes.  The planet is off center or tilted by about twenty-three and a half degrees.  On the vernal equinox one might expect the sun’s ray on the equator to strike the same spot every year.  This is not the case because of the ecliptic.  The ray actually strikes several hundred yards behind the previous year’s place so that  a period of twenty-five hundred years or so passes before the Sun’s ray strikes at the beginning point.

     This immense period is known as the Great Year.  The notion with the Ancients is always as above, so below.  It therefore follows that as the Zodiac applies to the terrestrial year so also must it apply to the Great Year.

     The Hermetic philosophy is a belief system that evolved out of the collapse of the Egyptian belief system after the Persian conquest.  Its characteristic saying was as above, so below and vice versa.  Thus the concept of as above, so below may appear to be much later than the origin of the Zodiac but just as the embryo contains the individual from birth to old age so every idea man has or ever will have is contained in the seed of his origins.

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     As a teacher we are taught that the word educate is from the Latin term ‘e-ducere’ which means to lead from.  thus every idea leads from or is developed from its seed at the beginning of time and can be traced back to it.  It may be that no Atlantean ever used the words as above, so below but the translation of the Zodiac from Earth to the sky proves the concept was in his mind.

     Where was I?  Oh, yes.  The celestial Zodiac progresses backward or counter-clockwise through the Great Year.  A circle is of three hundred sixty degrees now as then so that it takes seventy-two years to pass through a single degree which would be scarcely noticable to the small number of priests who lived as long so I don’t believe any one priest was so quick as to note one degree of movement, extend that out to the whole process and formulate the concept so that his fellows could accept it, understand it and pass it on.  That’s rubbish.

     So I think the phenomenon of the Great Year had to be observed at least four times.  The first time to notice it, the second to formulate it, the third to prove it and the fourth to establish it.  That amounts to about a hundred thousand years which coincides with the Mesopotamian dates.

     The purpose of the celestial Zodiac was obviously as a counting and mnemonic device.  By noting the position of the celestial Zodiac immense notions of time could be kept.  Before writing, events of importance could be associated with each degree of an age while previous ages were visible with their memories attached.  For instance, the Flood is said to have occurred five ages back.  Had it happened in the previous Great Year it would be said that it happened seventeen kings back.  Twelve plus five.  Or, alternatively, thirty-five thousand years ago.

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     So much for the origins of the celestial Zodiac.  The signs we use to represent the ages of the Zodiac go no further back than the Greeks.  Still the notions behind the signs are undoubtedly identical to the notions of the originators.  As the embryo grows in form it changes but the genetic identity remains the same.  Do you see what I mean?

     Science has always been present in the world but its idea has to be drawn from point to point in sense of e-ducere.  That’s why it is ridiculous to compare the nineteenth century views of primitives with Mediterranean mythology.  The Med mythology is an education of a hundred thousand yeawrs in the most active speculative area on Earth with results obtained no where else.

     Idea after idea was drawn from previous thought in the clash of opinions leading to intelligence.  In backwaters like Australia there was no real means of advancing thought so the society stagnated.  One might think of e-ducere as cross fertilization.

     The discovery of fire was not scientific because as the Ancients say, it was the ‘gift’ of the gods.  Fire hardening a stick to make a spear is science no matter how primitive.  However the greatest scientific advance of  early man was the development of the ability to measure the length of the actual solar year.

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     Possibly early man used the moon as his first calendar.  If so, however long it took him to discover it, he learned much more quickly that the moon had little value as a timekeeper.  He needed something better which he recognized in the solar year.

     Once again I am extrapolating Greek mythology back in time.

     The first thing man noticed was the two halves of the solar year.  In one half the days lengthened with his hopes while in the other half the length of the days diminished increasing his fears.  Thus in Greek mythology you have the myth of Castor and Polydeukes or by his Latin name, Pollux.

     In the Greek myth Zeus coupled with an Earth goddess named Leda when he assumed the form of a swan.  Leda then laid two eggs.  Out of one emerged the two halves of the solar year, Castor and Polydeukes.  Castor was mortal while Polydeukes was immortal.

     Castor who was a trainer of horses represents the first half of the year from December twenty-first to June twentieth.  He is probably associated with horses because one has the impression that the first half of the year passes so quickly and horses are so fleet.

     Polydeukes rpresents the second half of the year as a boxer.  He was a boxer because, as I read it, he fights the shortening of the days while battling against the Hydra to prevent the Unconquerable Sun from being extinguished.

     Castor is mortal because his half of the year is terminated when the days begin to shorten.  Polydeukes is immortal because in his battle to defeat the Hydra he is successful in that the days begin to lengthn at the end of his term.

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Our Lady Of The Blues

by

R.E. Prindle

Part V-2

From Gaia To Maia

 

     This too is an established Jewish custom.  Things don’t absolutely have to be done in the manner in which they are being done.  When the Jews invaded Egypt they began to slaughter the sacred animals which the Egyptians had protected for millennia.  The Jews saw no reason for the custom so they rudely pushed Egyptian mores aside.  This habit is repeated in every country they invade.  The peoples can learn to do it the Jewish way which they feel is the way of God.

     By 1899 they were over 10% of the population of Vienna which is where critical mass begins.  Musceling into the cultural life of the city they acquired a disproportianate number of seats in symphony orchestras.  As in Chaldea and Egypt they assumed that the Semitist style of playing was superior to that of Kultur.  As music in Germania occupied an analogous position to astronomy in Chaldea and magic in Egypt the Jews naturally assumed that they were better musicians than the Germans although music had never played a large part in their culture before.

     As the scientific demands of music are greater than ancient astronomy and magic the Jews were never able to muster a composer of the first rank although their instrumentalists dominated the stage.  But then all the empresarios were Jewish so they would necessarily hear with the Jewish ear or intellect.  Even today the Jews believe that without the Semitist intellect the orchestras of Europe sound nowhere as good as before the Holocaust.

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     They estalished their own newspapers and publishing houses.  They used them to defame anyone who dissented from their program.

     Without physical resources they had to resort to psychological means to disarm their opponents.  They had to ‘psyche’ them out.  Anyone who opposed or criticised them was branded an anti-Semite.  Thus German nationalists became, if not criminals, at least, pariahs in their own land.  The Austrian reaction to Jewish nationalism was extremely violent giving expression to itself only after the Anschluss.

     These German defense forces were active and powerful during the period from approx. 1890 to 1914.  After 1918 the resistance to the Jewish invasion crumpled everywhere.  The Millennial Revolution was going swimmingly.  Jews assumed the top positions or became dominantly influential in nearly all governments including that of the United States.  The Jewish invasion was for all practical purposes a success.

     Two men were born into this Viennese environment that would have a profound impact on world history:  Sigmund Freud and Adolf Hitler.

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     Freud’s main desire was to become a great man.  this idea was planted in his intellect by his Christian nurse as a child.  He succeeded in doing this in the field of psychology.  Freud was himself an immoral man nor does he advocate morality for others.  He advocates an unbridled self-indulgence.  Like he says:  Life is short.  To succeed in one’s aims it is permissable to use criminal means.  The Mafia believes the same thing.

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     As a mature man he was schooled in the tradition of Anton Mesmer from whom modern psychology descends.  He was heavily indebted to the teaching of the French psychologist Jean Martin Charcot as well as to the school of Nancy.  His own approach was an adaptation of their methods.  He at first used Mesmerism or hypnotism as did the schools of Paris and Nancy but later abandoned pure hypnotism is favor of the self suggestion or free association.  Hypnotism as a result went into a period of disfavor although applications for it are being found once again.

     He got his real start by insinuating himself into the good graces of Josef Breuer whose work he very nearly appropriated.  Having plundered Breuer he broke off with him never speaking to him for the rest of Breuer’s life.  Thus does conscience make villains of us all.

     Unable to admit his indebtedness to his teachers he repudiated their influence acting as though he had evolved his theories out of whole cloth.  As an aspect of his character he was unable to suffer any criticism or advancement of his ideas by others.  He eventually acrimoniously broke with any of his associates with intelligence and independence.

     Freud was a Jew which is to say devoutly so.  He did not consider himself an Austrian or German but an ethnic Jew.  He believed in the supremacy of the Jewish people.

     The most revealing anecdote concerning him was that as a child he was walking with his father who told him how when he was a young man he was wearing a new hat when a Gentile knocked it off his head into the street.

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     ‘What did you do?’  Freud asked breathlessly expecting the answer to be that his father knocked the Gentile down.

    ‘I went out into the street and picked it up.’  His father replied.

     Freud then lost all respect for his father which troubled him greatly throughout his life and in his vision of psychology  for he wrote:  ‘I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father protector.’  His dad wasn’t it.

     So Freud’s own psychic needs distorted his approach from one of  Science as Jung claimed to one based on his personal needs.  He falsely maintained that the father figure is the most important in a man’s life.  When his disciple Otto Rank had the courage to correctly insist that the mother was the most important Freud drummed him out of the ranks.

     Disappointed by his own father he took as a surrogate father figure Hamilcar Barca, the father of Hannibal.  Hamilcar Barca having suffered an injury at the hands of the Romans made his son swear on his sword, which is only a substitute for the penis, that he would avenge him on the Romans.  Clearly Freud would have promised his dad to avenge him on the Europeans if he had asked.

     Curiously Freud doesn’t carry Hannibal’s story through to its conclusion.  The Romans exterminated the Carthaginians and razed their city.

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     Freud’s lapses in the application of his psychology are very peculiar.  Having discovered the psychological compulsion to repeat he applied it neither to himself nor to his people.  He might have saved the Jews much suffering if he had.  In his desire to avenge his father he became a central figure in the millennial period of 1913-28 which ended in yet another attempt to exterminate the Jews.

     Post-exilic history for the Jews began rather favorably.  They returned to Palestine just as the Middle Eastern empires were entering a time of troubles.  The succeeding Hellensitic period left them more or less independent until in 186 BC the Seleucids interfered in their internal affairs.  Under the Maccabbees the Jews were able to defeat the relatively weak Seleucid Emperors who were besieged on all sides.  The victory gave them a feeling of invincibility.

     The feeling was shattered by the Romans.

     The Jews tried again and failed in seventeenth century Europe.

     Their third repeated attempt was 1913-28 Europe.

     Freud made the incredible mind boggling statement on the eve of the Bolshevik, or Jewish, Revolution in Russia:  We tell ourselves that anyone who has succeeded in educating himself to truth about himself is permanently defended against the danger of immorality even though the standard of morality may differ in some respects from that which is customary in society.  He then goes on to say especially since the existing standards of morality are beneath contempt.

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     Thus he advocates a private, personal, obviously self-serving morality as superior to any ideal morality that has evolved over millennia.

     What could Freud, knowing of the imperfect nature of man, have found so objectionable about the existing  morality?  It can only have been that it was based on European traditions and not Freud’s own.

     The birth of modern Judaism was caused by the rise of the European Scientific attitude.  Science was the sole creation of Europeans with which Jews had nothing to do.  Prior to the Enlightenment in their arguments with Roman Catholicism the Jews had not only been equals but superiors.  As the creator of the corpus followed by the Church the Jews were in a better postion to undertand and interpret  it through the repository of the Talmud.

     When as a result of the Enlightenment Scientific Europeans left the puerile biblical debates behind the Jews were hopelessly medieval.  The Talmud, so effective against the Bible, was worthless against Science.  The more intelligent or, perhaps, less traditional Jews began to reorganize Judaism to meet the Scientific times.  This left them second rate beneath the Europeans, a serious affront to their amour propre.

      The real challenge then was to regain their superiority.  This could only be done by excelling in Science as they could invent nothing superior to it.  If they merely excelled in Science they merely excelled in an European milieu.  Freud at one time says that he saw no reason why the ‘wisdom’ of the the Talmud couldn’t be raised to a level of a Science thus bringing the Jews superior to the Europeans in their dreams.

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     Strangely he didn’t understand that the entry into full consciousness caused by the understanding of the workings of the psyche obviated all forms of consciousness that went before including the so-called ‘wisdom’ of the Talmud.

     So, to whom was Freud speaking about educating themselves against the danger of immorality?  By Freud’s own admission his fellow Jews.

     Freud’s vision of psychoanalysis is personal dealing exclusively with the inner workings of the subject’s mind.  He doesn’t even seem to grasp that the fixations are caused by external forces.  He seems to think the mind functions independently of the outside world.  Input does not seem important to him.

     To Jung and others Man’s relationship to his world is based more on a Challenge and Response system.  In other words, the intellect, which Freud denies, plays a very important part.

     Freud’s own intellect cast against his ideas places them in a different light.  The man was born in 1856 in a Central European Jewish milieu.  It will be remembered that the Hasidic religious movement grew out of psychological trauma that occurred in 1648.  Founded c. 1700 the Hasidic movement was only about a hundred fifty years old at his birth thus retaining much of its original vitality.

     Also arising out of the Jewish disappointments caused by the failed messiah, Sabbatai Zevi, in 1666 was the movement led by a follower of Zevi by the name of Jacob Frank.  This movement also took shape in the first half of the eighteenth century and was still flourishing during Freud’s young manhood.

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     As a consequence of Zevi’s failure Frank believed that man was inherently evil thus God would never redeem him until the evil was spent.  The only way to expel evil was to commit enough crime to get it out of one’s system.  Novel psychology to say the least.  Thus he taught a large and attentive Jewish audience that one must commit evil for evil’s sake and that good will come of it.  So, in a manner of speaking, one is doing good by doing evil.

     Now, one can trace the spread of this idea in various forms and guises through time and space.  One very interesting advocate who deserves more study is an eighteenth century English Jew by the name of Falk.  Another is a twentieth century American Jew by the name of Arnold Rothstein.  And of course, Marx and Freud.

     Freud does not go into the external influences that formed his outlook on life or personal Weltanschauung but this emphasis on a personal morality that is superior to prevailing morality seems a sublimation of Jacob Frank and his evil for evil’s sake.

     Now, to whom was Freud speaking and why?  Certainly Freud considered himself a prophet of the Jewish people amidst the dawning millennium.  He had an intense desire to avenge his people on the goyim.  Did this Hannibal in that role have anything to do with organizing or directing the Jewish revolution of the dawning millennium?

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     There is no question that his statement that anyone who has educted himself to truth about himself is permanently defended against the danger of immorality could be construed as advance absolution for any acts of the Bolsheviks that would be considered a crime by conventional morality.  Examine the acts of Hitler in light of Freud’s criteria.

     Freud’s statement and role resembles those a great deal of Simeon Bar Yochai, a second century rabbi of the Roman Wars.  The Roman-Jewish war of 66-135 AD was perhpas the first of the Holy Wars.  Its rationale and leadership was provided by the religious leaders of Judaism.

     Simeon Bar Yochai was a leading architect of that war, probably its guiding light.  After Bar Kochba’s defeat in 135 AD Yochai was compelled to go into hiding in a cave from which he daren’t move for many years until the Romans gave up the search.  As a tribute to his influence in the war his obituary said that he was the man who shook the world to its foundations.

     Just before the bloodbath of 116 when the Jews rose up to slaughter hundreds of thousands of Gentiles a moral quandary arose in the Jewish community.  They wondered whether it was permissable to kill ‘good’ Gentiles as well as ‘bad.’  Yochai without a moment’s hesitation replied that it was permissable to kill any and all Gentiles.  Genocide in other words.

     In 1666 with the expected advent of the millennium heralded by the messiah, Sabbatai Zevi, the Jews had been prepared on the strength of ‘God’s’ promise to rise up and murder Europeans much as they had done during the Roman War.

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     The third repeat of the Jewish Revolution of which the millennial dates were 1913-28 had come to a slow boil with the Communist Manifesto of 1847.

     It will be remembered that following Marx’ manifesto all the national Communist parties were over half Jewish.  The non-Jew Kropotkin as leader of  the anarchists had been discredited by Marx and the anarchists disenfranchised from the Communist Movement.  The Jews then held all the leading positions.

     Thus four Jews led the Bolshevik Revolution in Russia- Lenin, Kamenev, Zinoviev and Trotsky.  All the abortive revolutions of Central Europe were led by Jews.  They actually repeated the massacres of the Roman War in Russian and were prepared to do so throughout the world as the Revolution rolled on to success.   Even today Jewish representatives are calling for the genocide of Indo-Europeans.

     In Russia slaughterhouses were established in which Jewish murderers ‘worked’ all day long slaughtering Gentiles until they stood ankle deep in blood and gore.  Were they able to do this because they knew truths about themselves that prevented them from committing immoral acts?  Were they absolved of their crimes in advance as the Jews of the Roman War were?  They must have been or they couldn’t have performed the ‘work.’  As it was, numbers of them had nervous breakdowns as a result of their labors.

     The atrocities in Hungary and the attempted genocide in the Crimea have already been mentioned.  The similarities between the Roman and European slaughters are quite pronounced in their ferocity.  Of course all the details of the former had been recorded in that epistle of ‘science’ the Talmud.

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     Did the Jews go to Freud to justify and absolve them of their atrocities as they had gone to Simeon Bar Yochai two thousand years earlier?  There is the compulsion to repeat.  The Jews were very well organized before, during and after the Great War.  Agents of American Jewish Joint Distribution Committee swarmed over Central and Eastern Europe from their safe haven in the US after the war in an attempt to rehabilitate their brethren first so they could assume control.  The AJC and B’nai B’rith were the leading components of the ‘Joint.’  Freud had been a member of B’nai B’rith since 1895.  He lectured to them in Austria on a consistent basis for years.  As a psychoanalyst what was he telling them that he wasn’t telling the scientific community?  His intellect deserves closer examination for what else can ‘anyone who has succeeded in educating himself to truth about himself is permanently defended against immorality’ mean except a license to kill.  If a Jewish supremacy arose out of that evil wouldn’t good have come out of it in Jewish eyes?  Yochai, Frank, Freud; there is a succession.

     Placed in that context one must reevaluate the whole period as well as the careers of Hitler and Stain for as Freud wrote openly in a universal idiom his rationale can be appropriated by any individual for his personal morality.

     The invasion of Vienna was preceded and was coincident with the rise of Jews in France.  At the time of the Russian Revolution a document became prominent called The Protocols Of The Learned Elders Of Zion.  The document outlines a method for creating discord in society so that a junta can easily assume control.  It was said that this document was a Jewish blueprint for world dominion.  The provenance of the Protocols has never been extalished for certain.  The Jews say it is a ‘forgery’ while their opponents say it is authentic.

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     Over the years the Jews have managed to discredit the document and have its study suppressed.  This is a great disservice because whoever wrote it its precepts are currently being followed by several groups; not the least the Bush administration and his minion, Chertoff.  It behooves every person interested in current affairs to be conversant with the Protocols of Zion.

     In point of fact the Protocols are of Jewish provenance.

     One thing all disputants agree on is that the Protocols were based on an earlier document of Franco-Jewish provenance called in English:  The Dialogues Between Montesquiou And Machiavelli In Hell.  The Dialogues present much of the content of the Protocols in different form.  The Dialogues are of Jewish provenance so whether the Protocols are or are not is a moot point.

     The Dialogues were attributed to a French Jew by the name of Maurice Joly but internal evidence indicates several hands including the ‘Gibbon of Jewish Historians’ Heinrich Graetz.

     The creation of the Dialogues was coordinated by a French Jew by the name of Adolph Cremieux.  Little known outside Jewish circles but exremely important Cremieux also deserves further study.  He was a lawyer and politico deeply involved in the revolutions of 1830 and 1848.  If one takes the Jewish ‘Gibbon’ Graetz at his word both revolutions were the result of Jewish machinations.  On this point Graetz and Hitler goosestep in unison.

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     Cremieux was resp9nsible in the annexation of Algeria in 1830 under cover of that revolution for obtaining French citizenship for the Algerian Jews.  Thus with the annexation the barbarous medieval Jews of Algeria became full French citizens gaining precedence over the native Algerines.  Clever move for the Jews, bad move for France.

     As Jewish affairs were consolidating nicely in France twelve years after the 1848 Revolution a central governing body called the Alliance Israelite Universelle was founded by Cremieux in 1860.  The Dialogues appeared in 1862.  Coincidence?  The name means the International Alliance of Jewry or in a slightly different translation:  The International Jewish Conspiracy.  Actually the Alliance was the seat of the Jewish government until 1900 when the seat was transferred to the United States under the guidance of the financier Jacob Schiff.

     Thus the Protocols arose out of the Dialogues in direct succession some time during the 1880s.  It should be noted that the Dialogues was never seen in bookstores.  It is said the whole printing was confiscated by Napoleon III against whom they were supposedly directed.  It follows that the only people who could have known of the book and provided a copy as a model for the Protocols were its producers the Jews of France who may have retained the actual manuscript.

     Nevertheless, as masters of misinformation, disinformation and misdirection the Jewish government was able to shame the Liberal parties into rejecting Jewish provenance of the Protocols.  The Liberals then condemned any Gentiles who persisted in saying so as ‘anti-Semitic cranks.’  That is actually the ‘proof’ that the Protocols aren’t Jewish.  Under pressure a few academics denied their authenticity.

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     Jacob Schiff himself was a very effective Prime Minister.  He was able to engineer the First Russian Revolution of 1905 by funding the Japanese war machine from America while he directing European financiers prevented funding of the Russians.

     Schiff was able to disrupt American and Russian diplomatic connections for the benefit of the Jews from 1900 to 1913 creating an actual break in relations in the latter year.  Immediately with the Bolshevik succession he rushed huge loans of American dollars to their coffers even during the Great War to shore up the regime.

     Thus absolved by Freud of guilt and supported by the world resources of the Jews from 1917 to 1924 it looked as though the Jews were on the eve of success in their millennial pursuit.  With the possible exeptions of Mussolini and Ford it looked as though there were no fences facing.

     However Stalin and Hitler sensed the danger.  Hitler was also a product of the Vienna that produced Freud.  Hitler himself was always hostile to Freudian beliefs; it may be assumed that Hitler read at least some Freud.  He was hostile to Freud for exactly the same reason Freud was hostile to Kultur.  Living in the Vienna under the goverance of the ‘anti-Semitic’ Mayor Lueger, Hitler was self-educated.  He spent years in the libraries organizing his view of the world.

     In Freudian terms both he and Stalin certainly knew truths about themselves which prevented them from committing ‘immoral’ acts.  Freud’s dictum could be construed as also authorizing their crimes.

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     Coming to maturity in the Red Terror of 1917-24 Hitler had a good understanding of the course of events in Central and Eastern Europe.  It is silly to think that he acted solely from his own impulses.  There was a civil war going on between Reds and Whites from 1918-33 in Germany.  Judeo-Communist atrocities were daily before his eyes.  As he said, he knew his head would roll in the sand if he lost.  That was not mere rhetoric.

    Hitler’s experience in Vienna convinced him of the nature of the war between Jews and Gentiles.  The evidence is clear that the Viennese shared his view.  Once given the upper hand over their invaders the Austrians were much more obdurate than the Germans.  Never forget that an Austrian, Hitler, directed the fate of the German nation.

     Hitler’s book burning of 1933 might be construed as nothing more than a vindictive censorship of ideas he didn’t like.  But as the books burned were those of Jews, especially Freud, it should probably be seen as an attempt to eject Semitism from Kultur.  In other words, the triumph of Kultur over Semitism.  In the end the Germans chose to kill the Jews rather than discriminate against them or go under.  You may be sure the Jews would have done the same as they had or attempted numerous times before.

     As Stalin usurped power from the Jews in Russia a strange thing happened.  Psychoanalytic methods assumed great prominence.

     When Freud’s disciple Otto Rank defected from the ranks of Freudian psychoanalysts he was excommunicated.  The validity of his views was not examined;  even if true they were not the true Truth of the Faith.  Hence Rank was compelled to submit to criticism, to confess his faults and beg for acceptance back into the faith.

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     The Show Trials of 1936 were conducted in the exact same manner except that the sinners were given the death sentence.  The method surfaced again in Red China in 1966 when the Red Guards and Cultural Revolutionaries of Mao the Dong overturned that society.  The accused were criticized in mass meeting, compelled to confess their ‘faults’ and beg to be allowed to rehabilitate themselves through hard labor.

     Thus Marxist and Freudian ideas converged in an orgy of evil to destroy the oldest continuous civilization in the world.

     The notion prevails in Politically Correct circles in the US today.  Thus Freudianism has had a profound if unsuspected impact on the world.

     Freud remained confident through 1928 began to waver in 1930 and by 1938 the horror of the impending destruction of the Jews as a repeat of the Roman War was before his eyes as he fled Austria for England.  In Moses and Monotheism he pitifully whines that the Jews had give up those notions of world dominion long ago.  Or, in other words, I’m sorry.

     Like Hannibal, his attempt to avenge his father resulted in the destruction of his people.  As in the Roman War the Nazis conducted a manhunt to find every single Jew and kill him.  Not only had Bar Kochba and Sabbatai Zevi failed Jews as Messiahs, so had the Revolution.

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     The Jews failed in this third attempt to take over the world but the legacy of Sigmund Freud lives on in the ambiguous words of his corpus.  His immediate political aims failed but his undermining of Christian society was much more successful.

     Apart from his political intent Freud had uncovered a great scientific area of study.

5.

The Shirt Of Nessus

     While Freud’s short term political goals ended in disaster for his people, as did those of his role model Hannibal, Freud’s long term goal of destroying the social foundations of the Gentiles has succeeded very well.

     As an innovator Freud can not be expected to have a complete and final idea.  Much of the information that became available after 1950 was undeveloped in Freud’s time, such as the Matriarchal and Hetairic eras, so he cannot be held accountable for not employing them.  Physiology has made tremendous strides since his day.

     Freud’s errors do not so much lay in areas of knowledge but in areas of intent.  He was unable to separate his own psychology of hatred from that of his scientific discipline.  Hence his mistaken emphasis on the importance of the father figure and his misbegotten notions of the Oedipus Complex.  Then too, he projected his hatred of the Gentiles into his views of religion and sexuality.

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     The only thing of value Freud had to offer, that of the formation of the neuroses, has been rejected by the lay and medical communities alike.

     Strangely his nonsense is revered as great revelation of truth, largely because it fits in with prevailing prejudices.  In his attack on the Christian religion Freud was curiously unaware that the Scientific Consciousness had displaced the anterior consciousnesses of Hetaira, Matriarchy and Patriarchy.  Thus the people who were dependent on Religion as the basis of the mentality were people whose beliefs could not be dislodged.  On the one hand were the various esoteric religions whose beliefs  do not depend on the divinity of Jesus and the Fundamentalists whose belief is so secure nothing can shake it.  For those who need a supernatural agency in their lives New Age people using science as a tool have created alien intelligence from beyond the solar system to serve as their ‘God.’

     If Freud thought dispelling Christianity as a religious belief would bring the Gentiles down he was mistaken.  The ‘illusion’ had already been replaced by a ‘reality.’  The futility of trying to dispel religious beliefs should have been clear to Freud.  The exposure of the illusion or, even delusion, of the compact between the Jewish people and their tribal god had no effect on them; they continue to believe the compact exists and that Palestine was given to them by their tribal god inalienably.

     The most potent dissolvent in Freud’s arsenal was his sexual theory.  He was quite severely criticized for his sexual beliefs then and they should be rejected now.

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     Everything Freud believed on the subject was wrong.  Basic to his misunderstanding was the physical structure of the human organism.  He missed the relationship of the physical organism with its psychological organization.

     He quite correctly picked up the ovate and spermatic halves of the psyche but since he didn’t associate them with their physical origins he mistakenly thought that men were part woman and vice versa.  This was a critical misconception as it opened the door to much erroneus speculation on homosexuality.

     There may be rare cases of sexual ambiguity caused by birth defects in the physical apparatus or defective hormonal systems but any other expression of ambiguity is a perversion that is not natural but comes about only when the ovate is fixated and spermatic is repressed or, in other words, when the organism is mentally ill.  Psychological perversion has nothing to do with physical organization.

     Since he misunderstood the physical organism he equated sexuality not with the Power Train but with sexual intercourse.  Freud actually equated fucking with mental health.  Because psychic discomfort is reflected in sexual urges he actually believed that the more fucking one did the better person one would be.  Such nonsense has not only passed unchallenged for eighty years but is actually embraced today as the Gospel of Fuck.

     Freud did not believe in the intellect of the effectiveness of intelligence.  While he made the grandiose pronouncement:  Where Id was, Ego shall be, he failed to explain how this would come about.  For whatever reason he considered the intellect nonexistent and intelligence ineffective and unimportant.  In keeping with his times he believed in the hereditary transmission of mental traits.

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     More importantly he invented a whole category of non-existent affects called the ‘instincts.’  Like the Unconscious and Collective Unconscious instincts do not exist.  There are no instincts, not a single one, all is a matter of learning and education.

     Even eating is not an instinct but taught at the mother’s breast.  Hunger may be a physical reality but it is not an instinct.  Assuaging hunger must be learnt and that literally at the mother’s breast.  The first lesson an infant is taught is when the mother inserts the nipple in his mouth.  His mouth blocked he has no choice to resist suffocation but to begin sucking as in attempting to draw in air.  Imagine his surprise when the liquid  emitted seems delicious and when he swallows it because he can’t spit it out the physical reaction is terrific.  It feels good.  Having learnt to eat he wants more.  Being a quick learner, from that point on the infant will demand to be fed.  But without that first infusion he would die hungry not knowing what the desire to eat meant.

     Because Freud wanted to project his own psychic vision he gave instincts precedence over all other psychic functions.  He professed that the individual was incapable of resisting or controlling what the Ancients characterized as the Raging Bull and what he called the Ego.

     Both the Church and Esoteric religions have devised rigors to control and domesticate this Bull or Ego/Instincts by using intelligence.  Freud thought that to use your intelligence to control your ‘instincts’ was to incur damaging inhibitions and repressions.  Hence he was opposed to ‘morality.’  Freud imagined this did irreparable damage to the psyche especially sexual inhibitions and repressions hence the Gospel of Fuck.

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     If fucking actually made a person better, then the logical conclusion is that libertines and homosexuals are the best people in the world.  Fucking dominates the homosexual’s mind.  It is not unusual for them to commit thirty or forty acts of sex a day for as many days as they can sustain it.

     As the only thing that counts in sexual activity is the climax it follows that if machines were placed in prominent places to masturbate the individual on an hourly basis or less that society would be darn near perfect; the millennium would have arrived.  I don’t know why people are leery of buying the Brooklyn Bridge when they have bought the myth of sexual intercourse.

     The fact is that libertines and homosexuals are the worst people in the world so the basis of Freud’s argument is very limp.

     The West has generally embraced Freud’s misguided sexual theory.  The United States is actually fucked.  Freud’s sexual theory was picked up by the lame third rate novelist, Henry Miller, who actually formulated the Gospel Of Fuck during the twenties and thirties in his novels, The Tropics of Capricorn and Cancer.

     Henry Miller was gaining respectability during the fifties with psychotic fringe groups in the San Francisco Bay Area and elsewhere.  By the sixties he would have a profound impact on society with the reverence given his two volumes of the Tropics.

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     As Freud was interpreted in the common mind repression and inhibition were the causes of psychic discomfort.  The common mind had no idea how inhibitions and repressions were caused exept by not being allowed to do whatever you wanted to do.  Through the forties and fifties the children of innumerable families were encouraged to indulge their whims and fancies regardless of who they might hurt.  They were given no instruction or correction lest they become inhibited and repressed.  It was thought that when they grew up they would naturally gravitate to the intelligent choice.

     The so-called ‘Me First’ generation of the sixties and seventies lacked proper instruction in managing their ‘instincts.’  The pervading influence of past mores prevented them expressing themselves with true lack of ‘inhibition’ or ‘repression.’  The wave of high school shoot outs of the later century when the succeeding generation had moved out from the shadow of earlier mores were committed by the offspring of the ‘Me First’ generation.  They are the logical progression of Freudian sexual theory.

     Employing metal detectors and other ‘inhibitory’ or ‘repressive’ systems will not solve the problem, Freud has to be amended.

     Freud’s thesis was advanced by the Jewish monologist Lenny Bruce as well as furthered by Jewish interests in Hollywood who produced innumerable ‘action’ films in which the uninhibited and unrepressed protagonist  attempts to solve his problems from the barrel of a gun rather than reason them out.

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     The homosexual crowd aboard the Teufelsdreck, especially Kanary believed they were healthier because they thought of themselves as uninhibited and unrepressed.  They did not know that they were more inhibited and repressed not to say compulsive than the heteros aboard.

     Freud who concentrated his studies in hysteria should have known that inhibitions and repression were affects of the condition.  He should also have known that homosexuals are classic hysterics but he preferred not to see this because he was a homosexual himself and what happened on his consulting couch we may never know.

     By following the Gospel Of Fuck in accordance with Freud’s instructions the Homos may have thought they were exorcising their demons but instead they were consecrating them.

     In any event Freud even moreso than his second century predecessor, Simeon Bar Yochai, may be called the The Man Who Shook The World and continues to shake it from the grave.

Back To The Festivities

     Captain Ratches mistakenly gave these Homos carte blanche to organize the initiation as they sought fit.  Since he had contempt and abhorrence for the enlisted man he wanted no contact with them nor would he delegate a couple officers to oversee the games.

     Thus he effectively transferred the police power to this homosexual gang placing the rest of the crew at their mercy.

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     The crew could be compared to the Jews under Hitler.  The Jews were severely and unjustly criticized for having been the passive victims of Hitler.

     In fact they had no reason to distrust the police power of the State.  The Communists in any coalition government they entered always demanded the police power and with good reason, the police power of any State is irresistible.

     Thus in the Bolshevic Revolution of Russia the Cheka was organized and run by the Jews.  The power to arrest made the slaughter of Russians child’s play.  They were no less passive in the analogous situation than the Jews.

     The assumption of police power by the Homos aboard the Teufelsdreck meant that they could commit crimes against the crew without resistance.  The crew surrendered themselves for the three days on the assumption it was required of them and trusting in the justice and self restraint of the self-appointed Shellbacks cum Homos.

     The Homos released their inhibitions and repressions in an orgy of cruelty resembling in diluted form the horrors of Auschswitz, The Russian Revolution, The Cultural Revolution and Charenton.  The inmates were in control of the asylum.

The Shame Of The Teufelsdreck

     Duber and Erect fully meant to implement their threat made against Trueman in the shower.  Fortunately for himself and due to Kanary’s malice he was always on watch when their psyches flared up.  Trueman had convinced himself that it was necessary to have a good time crossing the equator.  So for several days he had lain out during lunch time working on a tan.

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     A tan is not much work in the tropics.  The rays of the sun are intense.  Fifteen minutes on each side had been enough to turn Dewey from nut brown to sooty black in a few days.  The following day his skin cracked like a dry river bottom after which he gave up the idea of tanning.

     But on this day as he lay out on the Hedgehog deck Teal Kanary approached asking softly:  ‘Mind if I take up this space beside you?’

     ‘I’m surprised you’d want to.  I thought you didn’t like me.’

     ‘Not at all.’  Kanary cooed.  ‘Not at all.’  It was a double entendre that could be taken either way.

     He lay down beside Trueman a foot or two away while eyeing him with a vague Mona Lisa smile.  He was looking forward to his plan when they crossed the equator and as he smiled he imagined himself astride Trueman pumping his ass.

     It didn’t take mental telepathy to read his thoughts.  A number of men led by Duber also drifted up inconspicuously.  Trueman feeling uncomfortable got up and left.  He saved himself a great deal of humiliation not to mention possible pysical injury for he was the intended first victim of the initiation.  In more ways than one.

     The next day Duber, Erect and their associates began carrying four foot lengths of fire hose.  This was one heck of a weapon.   The interior of the three inch hose is heavy rubber with a woven cord covering.  As Dewey stood the afternoon watch they committed their first outrage.  One of the crew was seized and held by two men while Duber flailed his kidneys, his favorite spot, and bottom with the fire hose.  The screams of the man raged over the bridge from below as this was a serious and savage beating.  The Homos then rampaged over the ship seizing and beating any Pollywogs they found.  The screams and cries reaching Dewey on port lookout made him tremble.  He looked over at Ratches but the Captain merely shook his head as though he found enlisted men incomprehensible.  It was with some trepidation that Dewey came down from watch but by then the games were over for the day.

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     There was some grumbling as the equator was still two days away.  The Pollywogs rightly felt that the so-called Shellbacks were exceeding their authority.  But as the police power had been ceded them by Captain Ratches it was felt wrong to resist the ‘law’ although the Pollywogs should have rebelled and put the Homos in their place.  But like the Jews of Nazi Germany and the Russians of the Bolshevik Revolution they were taken by surprise.

     Dewey had the after lookout watch the next morning when he had occasion to see just how brutal these Homos could be.  Duber had taken over leadership of the so-called Shellbacks assisted by his lieutenant, Peter Erect.

     Trueman had the after watch but instead of being on the three inch gun mount he stood all the way aft between the Depth Charge racks with his phone plugged into the after connection.

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     Not only had the police power shifted to the homos but the Pollywogs were expected to take the chicanery in resignation just like the victims of the Red Guard.  Any show of resistance or ill humor was subject to condemnation and increased brutality.

     Duber and a few others were clustered around the hose reel behind the after hatch.  The man they really wanted was the after watch, Trueman.  As the watch he was immune to harassment, or so he thought.

     The Homos seized the hapless sailors who wandered aft as surrogates.  On one a bucket of slop was dumped over his head which they made another lick up while they flailed away at his back.

     ‘Hitting too hard to be just for fun.’  Dewey observed with queasiness in his stomach at their brutality.

     Then Cornell Roberts unwarily came up from First.  He was pounced on.  For some reason he seemed to excite the Shellbacks as they whooped and hollered and danced around wondering what to do with him.  Kanary came aft at this time and proffered a suggestion.  ‘Right.’  Duber hollared.  ‘Bend him over the hose reel.’

     The reel was about three feet high so Roberts’ rear end was just at the right height as he was pulled over the reel.  Trueman was already aghast at the violence of these men thanking his lucky stars he was on watch.

     While Roberts was being laid out Duber danced back about four steps then rearing back as to get full force he stepped quickly forward swinging his four foot hose as hard as he could, hard enough it was.  The smack resounded across the water as Roberts’ flesh involuntarily quivered through his jeans and water ran down the reel.  the color fled his face as he let out a strangled cry that went beyond pain.

     Then Duber backed up and did it again. 

     ‘Oh, my god.’  Trueman thought as he fought to keep his vomit down.  ‘One more time and they could kill him.’

     Then Peter Erect looked back at the real target and saw the horrified expression on Trueman’s face.  He grinned in anticipation.

     ‘There he is.  Let’s get him.’

     ‘He’s on watch.’  Duber replied.

     ‘If he complains so much the worse for him.’  Kanary said seizing the hose from Duber.

     Four of them led by Erect advanced on Trueman.  Dewey was absolutely terrified.  His glance rested on a whitened Roberts shivering with shock and realized that if they got him over the reel he would probably never be the same man again.  The mouthpiece quivered in his hand as he debated whether to call for help and blow his cool or submit to a beating that would leave psychic scars of some magnitude and possible physical injury.

     ‘Hey, I’m on watch.’  He joked seeking to preserve his dignity.

     ‘That won’t save you this time.’  Erect crowed grabbing the mouthpiece out of his hand.  Other hands seized his legs as they began carrying him to the hose reel.

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     Why someone had reminded him just that morning that the ear phones were transmitters too he would never understand.  Remembering that fresh reminder he seized the earphones from his head shouting into them in a humorous mock serious voice:  “Help. Help.  They’re abducting the watch.’

     Ratches informant Shakey Jake Brook who was standing as Bridge Talker immediately turned to the Captain.  ‘Sir, After Watch says he’s being abducted.’

     Ratches who had been observing the Shellback’s activities with the distaste due to lower orders looked back from the bridge to see Trueman being carried toward the hose reel.  At that moment Trueman believed his ruse had failed.  He was preparing himself for a numbing beating as Kanary swinging the hose glared at him with fiery eyes.  Then he heard Ratches voice blare from the squawk box:  ‘Now you men leave my watch alone.’

     Erect and the others looked up to the bridge to see Ratches looking down at them.  For the moment they acknowledged a police authority higher than their own and put Trueman down.  As it was they were within a hair of disregarding Ratches’ order which would have put the ship in an amusing situation for that would have been akin to mutiny.  There would have had to have been serious consequences.

     ‘We’ll get you later, Trueman.’

     ‘Hey, man, I was only joking in the spirit of the games.  How did I know they’d take it serious.  Can’t you guys take a joke?’

     ‘You think you’re really clever using your earpiece like that don’t you?’  Duber hissed.

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     ‘I had no idea it would work.’  Trueman laughed.  ‘Besides Duber, you know this is over tomorrow.  Beware of the backlash.’

     As Trueman put his earphones back on it was with a sense of the deepest relief.  Roberts was standing against the K-guns still drained of color, trembling from shock while the big yellow stain on the front of his pants, down his legs and over his shoes betrayed the force of the blows delivered him.

     Wearing a mask of affected gaity Trueman also reflected on the tone and content of Ratches’ plea which he wasn’t alone in apprehending.  There had been a whining exasperated plea in Ratches’ order which had been more of a request than an order.  The distance he felt between himself and the men was apparent.  The idea of ‘my’ watch was an indication of a separation between bridge and crew.

     In Trueman’s mind at that point the unity of the Teufelsdreck was lost.  Others had heard the pleas as opportunity.

     The incident soured the festivities of the Homos for the day as the ship passed Tarawa on the way to the Line.

     The Teufelsdreck had just crossed the Equater the next morning as the crew rose for the day of games.  The process would take up the whole day.  The Shellbacks were in a high state of excitement at the prospect of having the Pollywog men completely at their mercy.  The attitude was that of the inside of an asylum for the criminally insane.

     Cook Bocuse started the festivities by presenting a rainbow breakfast.

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     Time magazine had recently published a study which showed that people wouldn’t eat food if it was presented to them in unfamiliar colors.  Thus Bocuse had dyed the potatoes purple, the eggs red and the colored the butter green.

     Most were good sports declaring they could not eat the food.  Dewey had read the article in Time so his mind was prepared.  He wolfed his down without trouble to the dismay of others who considered him a spoilsport.

     Perhaps, but Dewey was genuinely concerned about what the Homos would do.  The beating of Roberts and his own narrow escape loomed large in his mind.  He didn’t intend to willingly give anyone any pleasure.  Besides he knew that very very few of the Shellbacks had any right to the name.  It especially rankled him to be hazed by Kanary.

     After breakfast the Pollywogs were ordered to assemble in First Division.  Some spilled over into Engineering.  Some like Erect herded them along like some Nazi prison guard directing Jews into the ovens.

     Once assembled they were ordered to strip naked.  The Homos wanted to feast their eyes on those flopping dicks.  Now, initiation was voluntary not compulsory; two of the crew were too terrified to participate.  They had gathered on the boat deck.  Trueman at this point decided to join them. 

     ‘No!’ He announced.  ‘I am not going to strip naked. I’ll go up on the boat deck.’

     The instruction seemed a little too outre for others also as other voices announced they would not strip.

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     There was hurried consultatation at the head of the after hatch.  Duber, the leader of the homos, was stationed to get first crack at the men as they clambered out of the hatch.

     ‘Alreight you only have to strip down to your shorts.’  He announced foregoing the pleasure of seeing all those dicks flopping around and the delicious pleasure of flogging bare ass watching the welts rise.

     There were still subdued murmurs of protest but yeas exceeded nays so the Pollywogs went along.  At the very least they feared they would have to run a true gauntlet.  Their fears were well justified.

     Baxter and Basehart, two men from operations, who were friendly with Trueman were unable to bear the anxiety; they wanted to be first out.  They implored Trueman to join them but Dewey knew better.  All his experience at the Orphanage told him to wait till the end of the line when the Shellbacks would have expended most of their energy.  He tried to get the idea over to Baxter and Basehart but their anxiety was so great that they had to get it over with.

     The gauntlet, for gauntlet it was, had been devised by Duber, Erect, Costello, Kanary and a couple others.  All the Shellbacks were armed with four foot lengths of fire hose.  These weighed over five pounds.  The course was laid out from the after hatch up the port side, around the fo’c’sle and down starboard ending at the after K-gun before the Depth Charge racks.

     Duber stood at the top of the hatch.  A few feet from him stood his stooge, Peter Erect.  Erect was demented.  He had inserted a six inch long, three inch diameter lead weight into the bottom end of the hose and the six inch weight at the head should be obvious to anyone.  Beyond him stood another four men with hoses.

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     Midships about where the Quarterdeck would have been a tribunal had been set up where Proud Costello served as Magister Ludi.  A couple of the more criminal types familiar with prison had demanded a kangaroo court to try the Pollywogs.

     As the verdict was always ‘guilty’ the men proceeded to King Neptune personated by Paul Bocuse sitting on three stacked potato sacks by the galley door.  Bocuse’s prominent belly had been smeared with a foul tasting concoction of which Tobasco sauce was the most prominent item.  The condemned was made to kiss Neptune’s belly button.

     This was evil as the concoction was repellent.  You were advised to not kiss lightly or your face would be rubbed in the mess by Neptune.  Bocuse’s fly was also open so if he rubbed your face he pushed your head down on his dick.  Some men were wise enough to shove their faces into his belly button while most tried to get by lightly.  They suffered indignity.

     After the double hatches the ship was too narrow for any hosemen but as one rounded the fo’c’sle Kanary was positioned with a live fire hose and nozzle.  This was why he smiled at Trueman as lay down beside him.  The Navy has different nozzles for different purposes.  The flood nozzle is designed to disperse as much water as possible over the widest area to quench fires.  This nozzle is perforated to spread the water.  Capable of projecting water for a hundred feet it has great force.  If you have seen pictures of civil rights demonstrations where the hoses were turned on the demostrators knocking them down and rolling them down the street this is the type of nozzle used.

     A second type of nozzle is called the suicide nozzle.  This type earns its name from the fact that this nozzle tapers down from a three inch connection to a one inch opening.  This nozzle has concentrated and devastating force.  It is used to break up the center of fires dispersing the metal core.  If the flood nozzle can knock you down the suicide nozzle can tear you apart hence its name.  Now, Kanary proposed to use the suicide nozzle from four feet or less as hazing.  Sadism is not only part of homosexuality but so is insane brutal stupidity.  Fortunately Ractches’ informers got wind of this giving him the news.  Instead of taking control of the hazing which such activity would have warranted he merely warned Kanary not to use the suicide nozzle.

     Kanary was perhaps more demented than Erect.  As a spoiled only child he was skilled in devious means to have his way.  Having been warned he changed to the flood nozzle, which was crazy enough, but carried a suicide nozzle in his back pocket to use on Trueman.  One shudders.

     Continuing on down the starboard side after emerging from the wing hatches another line of men with hoses waited.  Abreast of the after three a fifteen foot chute had been laid out that was filled with brownish ‘shit.’  The chute greatly resembled what homosexuals call the ‘Slide’ or asshole.  Queers whaled on you with their hoses as you crawled through that.

     Completing the ordeal a huge vat five feet deep of brownish garbage and actual shit collected for a week  or so sat before the Depth Charge rack.  Completing the homosexual imagery the Pollywog was to jump in up to the neck presumable how Homos wish to enter the asshole.  Charming.

     Baxter and Basehart chose not to listen to Dewey’s experience.  Baxter shouted:  ‘I’m going first anyway.  I’ve got to get this over.’

     He was first up.  No matter how quickly you raced up the ladder you still had to turn to port as you climbed over the hatch lip.  As you did so Duber laid his best across your kidneys if he was on, higher of lower if he wasn’t.  In itself this was shocking.  Fresh for the slaughter of the innocents Duber laid his best directly across Baxter’s kidneys.  Baxter went temporarily blind from the shock preventing his clearly seeing Peter Erect.  He staggered toward the fiendishly howling Erect whose face was transported with sadistic pleasure.

     Pulling back in classic golf style Erect brought the hose down and up with all his considerable force with leverage.  The heavy lead weight crashed between Baxter’s legs driving his gonads back into his body as his pelvis gave way with a loud crack.

     Unable to believe his eyes Ratches watched from the bridge as his mouth gaped.  Peter Erect emitted barking shrieks of laughter as Baxter crumpled to the steel deck blazing under the heat of the equatorial sun.

    Before Ratches could react Basehart his eyes crossed from the force of Duber’s blow across his kidneys staggered up to Erect.  With his mouth open in howling delight Peter Erect delivered another destructive swing slightly high, it caught Basehart just at the top of the penis breaking the pelvis and rupturing the lower abdominal muscles.  He too crumpled to the steel inferno howling in pain.

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     By this time Ratches had found his voice, shouting down to the fantail:  ‘Stop the proceedings, stop the proceedings.  Bring that man to the head.’

     Erect heard none of this.  He was in another world or so to say, out of his mind.  He was uninhibited; he had so sense of immorality; he knew a few truths about himself.  As far as he was concerned all laws were suspended.  He had been given carte blanche to indulge all his repressed homosexual hatreds.

     He stood slack jawed swinging his leaded hose in front of him as though it was his own very potent penis waiting for the next one.  He was quite prepared to put the entire contingent of Pollywogs down until a heap of bodies lay before him.

     Pardon and Ratman emerged from the hatch aft of the head to approach Erect from behind with due caution.  They had reason to be wary.  Pardon crept up directly behind Erect throwing a full nelson on him with dexterity.  Erect groaned, not from pain but because he was called back from euphoria.  The bliss vanished from his mind.  His glazed eyes hooded over as his mouth seemed to close over an imagined penis as he made several sucking motions.

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     ‘Erect.  Hey, Erect, are you there?’  Ratman asked anxiously.

     ‘Uh.’  Erect grunted as painful reality once again gripped his mind.  ‘What…What’s the matter, is it over?’  He spoke from behind the mists.

     ‘It is for you.  Come with us now.’  Ratman said taking the hose from Erect’s hand.

     Erect, mystified, allowed himself to be led off to the toilet while Dieter, Oiler and couple other chiefs and Firsts hurried to get the injured Baxter and Basehart off the burning deck and into bunks.

     ‘Hey, what the hell’s going on up there?  What’s the delay?’  Some snipe yelled up at Duber.  ‘Let’s go.’

     ‘Just be quiet.’  Duber whispered.  ‘Things have been held up for a while.  Just wait.’

     The face that Duber now presented to them had lost its sexual gloss betraying the beginning of a pensive realization that as Erect was his stooge he would be indirectly accountable for Erect’s actions.

     As he watched the painfully and critically injured, injured? crippled Baxter and Basehart loaded into makeshift blanket stretchers he had good reason for pause.  He had a sick feeling in the base of his stomach.

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     Erect was led into the head where Ratches awaited him in the washroom.  Ratches was trembling with rage and indignation.

     ‘What in the hell is wrong with you, man?’  He fairly shouted in unofficerial fashion.

    ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about Captian.’  Erect said sincerely and defensively.

     ‘You don’t know what I’m talking about?’  Ratches roared indignantly.  ‘My god, man, you almost killed those two men.  You would have crippled half my crew.’

     Erect put his hands on his hips belligerently:  ‘I didn’t do nothing wrong, Captain.  This is the Line.  Paul said this is where we get ours, there is no Law South of the Line.’

     ‘What?’  Ratches bellowed.

     ‘This is initiation.  I was within my rights.  Paul said this is where we get our justice.’

     ‘Keep him in the mess hall under watch until this is over.’  Ratches ordered Pardon and Ratman.  ‘Try to find out what he’s talking about and warn these men against a repetition of this.  Check the rest of those hoses to see if they’re leaded.’

     Going to the bridge he instructed Morford to check on Kanary.  Kanary had surreptitiously slipped the suicide nozzle on the hose.

     ‘Kanary, for Christ’s sake get that nozzle off there.  You’ll kill somebody.’  Somebody?  He would have killed anyone who got by Peter Erect.  He should have been removed but he reluctantly changed back to the flood nozzle putting the suicide nozzle in his pack pocket still hoping to use it on Trueman.

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     After two hour’s delay initiation began again.  By this time the rumor of Erect and his leaded hose had made the rounds although it was not made clear that he had been removed from the gauntlet.  Dewey sat on his locker in his underwear with his hand on his face wondering whether to risk the opprobrium of chickening out or submitting to the ordeal.  By the time a couple hours later that it got down to him and two others he decided to risk it.

     As he came up the ladder he heard someone say to Duber:  ‘Here he comes.’  But Duber had had several hours to think things over.  The meaning of the shattered lives of Baxter and Basehart was clear to him.  The plan of the initiation had been his; Erect was his bosom buddy.  His imagination dwelt on legal repercussions so he had lost much of his enthusiasm.

     As Trueman came up he turned away pretending to be preoccupied with some other matter.  As Trueman skipped over the edge of the hold Duber uttered a ‘damn’ pretending to have missed his opportunity but in reality sparing Trueman as he feared his testimony in any Court Martial.

     Out of range Trueman put his hands up to parry the leaded hose as he searched for Erect.  Realizing he was no longer there Trueman walked up to ‘Judge’ Proud Costello.  The men with hoses on the way to the tribunal were no longer swinging them.

     Sure that Erect and his leaded hose was no longer a danger Dewey relaxed enough to look around to get his bearings.  Conscious of his near nudity he was offended by the full dress of the so-called Shellbacks.  With the psychological insight of Nazis and Commies Duber had stripped the Pollywogs of parity and dignity.

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     Casting a glance at the two dark spots on the deck where Baxter and Basehart had fallen Dewey approached Costello with a certain amount of anger and hostility.  Trueman knew Costello had never been over the Line.  None of these guys had, hence they had no legal rights.  It was simply a case of favoritism; a favoritism which the Captain with his disdain of the enlisted man had sanctioned.

     Costello was no less transported than Erect.  Giddy with the power to insult the Pollywogs with impunity he was literally out of his mind, beside himself, as they say.

     ‘What do we have here, Bailiff?’  He exulted.

     ‘This is the criminal Dewey Trueman, Judge.’

     ‘Well, Trueman, you are accused of being generally offensive and of low character.  You are charged with having a big mouth and no respect for your betters.  In short, you are a asshole.  How do you plead?’

     Trueman looked at Costello with mingled contempt and distaste.

    ‘You haven’t ever been over the line, Costello.  You’re a cheat.’

     It was as though Costello was impervious to outside influence.

     ‘How do you plead?’

     Dewey was very reluctant to say guilty.  He scowled around.  His eyes were met by a smiling pair.  ‘If you don’t plead guilty you have to come over here and we beat you with our hoses until you do.  Dewey should have braved it because with two men down Ratches was in no mood for more brutality.  But Dewey gave in.  ‘Guilty’ he mumbled.

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     ‘Yes, you are.  Proceed to Neptune and kiss his belly.’

     With a lingering wrathful glance at Costello Trueman stepped over to where Mike Deasy, one of the Radarmen, was kneeling before Bocuse trying to overcome his revulsion at the odious sentence.

     Deasy made the mistake of trying to lightly brush the belly button with the tips of fully extended lips.  With a laughing roar Bocuse grabbed his ears pulling his head forward as he rolled Deasy’s face from side to side in the ugly mess.  Then he slid Deasy’s face down to a very suggestive position just above his dick.

     Deasy in his turn let out a roar tearing away to the general merriment of the crowd.  Cursing Bocuse cum Neptune he nearly tripped on the lip of the first of the double hatches to the merriment of all, although if he fallen across the opposite lip there might have been a third seriously injured man to add to Baxter and Basehart.

     With Deasy’s example before him Trueman gritted his teeth, knelt down and rammed his nose into Bocuse’s belly button without pursing his lips.  Either his ruse worked or Bocuse took pity on him, at any rate Trueman pulled away without further indignity.

     When Ratches saw Trueman walk up to Costello he turned to Morford:  ‘Get down on the gun mount above your crazy Yeoman and make sure he doesn’t put on that suicide nozzle he’s got in his back pocket.  I’ve already got two injured men I won’t be able to explain.  I don’t want to have to add a dead one.’

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     Morford moved down to the three inch tub.  Kanary had been advised that Trueman would be right behind Deasy.  If Erect had been joyful in releasing his subconscious desires Kanary was morbid, angry and insane.  If Costello was beside himself, Kanary was calculatedly cruel.  Erect’s and Costello’s pleasure was internal; Kanary’s was external.  He wanted to see blood and gore.  He wanted to finish off his victims as they lay writhing in pain.

     He completely ignored Deasy as he hurried to unscrew the flood to get the suicide nozzle on.  He was in the process of screwing it on when Morford stepped to the front of the gun tub.  Bifrons didn’t care whether Kanary murdered Trueman but he didn’t want the resulting onus of having been on the ship where this had been allowed to happen.  He already shared the Captain’s discomfiture over the injured Operations men.

     ‘Put the flood nozzle back on, Kanary.  Did you hear me?  If you use that suicide nozzle you’ll turn twenty-one in prison, life without parole.’

     Morford’s argument had no effect on Kanary’s mind.  These fags thought they had a license to kill.  Fortunately he had the mind of the true subordinate.  Disciplined by the Party and respecting rank he reluctantly hurriedly began to change back to the flood nozzle.  Deasy skipped past him.  So would have Trueman if he hadn’t been so cautious.  Instead of racing by he walked up slowly not knowing what to expect.

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     Kanary got the flood nozzle on just as Trueman began to round the fo’c’sle.  With a cry of rage, his face distorted in a hatred that was justified by no act of Trueman’s he opened the nozzle leaping forward to get as close as he could.

    If you watched the newsreels the demonstrators were knocked off their feet and rolled down the street.  As the water hit Trueman he was pinned against the bulkhead by the force of the flood.  The water thudded against his body and face with bruising force.  Immobilized he felt as though he was drowning as indeed he was.  The water displaced all air around his head.

     He tried to push forward but the force of the water prevented him from moving.  Realizing he was drowning a feeling of desperation came over him.  Thinking quickly he realized that since he couldn’t go forward his only chance was to slide along the bulkhead to get free.  Fortunately this proved relatively easy to do as the bulkhead was lubricated by the flood.  Once he got the force of the water to his left side it pushed him along.

     He emerged from the flood to the sight of Kanary’s distorted face, jaw down, lips curved toward his chin Kanary was screaming obscenities.  Only the alertness of Ratches had prevented his murdering Trueman.

     This was the same man who in twenty years or so would be tramping through the streets of San Francisco tracking down ‘Homophobes’ with charges of discrimination.  This despicable master hater would sublimate his bitter anger into ‘hating people who hate.’

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     Trueman cast a backward glance at this demonically possessed little homosexual then continued on his way.  Bifrons Morford with a waondering shake of the head returned to the bridge.

     Pausing at the starboard double hatches Dewey caught his breath while surveying the remaining gauntlet.  What remained ahead was a row of twelve hose swinging maniacs, the Slide and the tub.  With a skip and a hesitation step Dewey eluded the first six ‘swingers’ who had lost much of their enthusiasm anyway.

     The other half dozen men were gathered around the Slide where they could belabor the backs of the men as they crawled through the sludge.  Entering the ‘Slide’ was like crawling up an asshole.  Coming out the other end Dewey was told that he had to get into the huge tub of refuse up to his neck which he did.

     As he got out the last two men followed along behind him. 

     Now the consequences would begin.

     Trueman snarled over at Duber who had been in a state of shock for some time fearful of the consequences of the criminal acts of his buddy, Peter Erect.  The stains left by the two crippled bodies were still visible.

     The crew would divide in halves along the lines of Pollywogs and so-called Shellbacks.  Trueman would continue loud in his anger at being beaten by men who had no right to be beating him.  Others too would press their inquiries to find they had been defrauded.  The onrushing course of events would obliterate or dull much of the animosity but resentments would be playing out months later.

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     Life requries one to quell one’s resentments or go mad or criminal so Dewey did not dwell on the injustice after a couple weeks but the incident left a deep dark impression on his subconscious.  In later years he would have dreams in which this incident formed a part.  The complete image was far too complex to go into here but immediate components can.  One sequence of dreams involved his appearing naked or in his underpants in critical situations.  Another was simply of a barren field with a house on the left and a quivering brown spot in the earth beside it.

     The house was of course a symbol of Trueman while part of the image of the brown spot was formed by the intent of the ‘Slide’ and the well of garbage.  The psychology implied by them was quite profound.

     Kanary and his fire hose recurred in a variety of urination dreams in which Trueman had to urinate badly but the toilets were all stopped up and overflowing.  And Trueman’s contempt for homosexuals never lost its intensity.

     Trueman’s reactions were trifling compared to the two men Erect had crippled for life.  They were seriously injured.  Gotten to their bunks they were sedated with what morphine was aboard ship.  the pitching and rolling of the ship was excruciatingly painful  as their shattered pelvic bones rubbed together.

     These were not the days when ships had helicopter pads so that men could be lifted off and taken to hospital.

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     It was hoped that they would be able to be doctored at Pago Pago but their injuries were so severe that the medical facilities there were not adequate.

      The squadron was originally to have proceeded from Pago Pago to Fiji but that would be abandoned to take a straight run into Brisbane where the men could get medical attention.  Thus for two weeks they lay in their bunks writhing in pain.

     The incident did the Teufelsdreck no honor in the eyes of the Commodore aboard the Desade.  The Teuf was already the black sheep of the squadron.  The Commodore began to look at Ratches and his first command askance.

     Ratches himself was in a quandary.  As a fair man the only person he was unfair to was himself.  He should have court-martialed Erect and Duber plus Kanary but partially because little more could be expected of them as ‘men’ and sub-humans and partially because by men’s rules the initiation had been part of the hazing and partially so as not to embarrass himself and his ship he let it slide officially.  But Ratches was a canny man with a sense of ‘justice.’

     He was still brooding in his cabin when Samoa hove into view. 

     The South Seas.  How may they be described?  Pago Pago was a beautiful place; real Paul Cezanne stuff.  At the time the islands still looked as paradisical as they did in nineteenth century missionary times, real Sadie Thompson.  Not far from the equator the island is perpetually unbearably hot.  The water in the lagoon was over 70 degrees.  The entry was up a long cloaca into a belly that formed the central valley of the island.  At this season of the year a perpetual breeze blew down the mountains behind the bay over the depression making the heat not only bearable but delightful.

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     At the time there was only a Standard Oil refueling station and some official buildings.  The Samoans lived in huts doing God only knows what.  Taking life easy perhaps.  The Captain prepped the crew about maintaining good relations with the Samoans.  In an attempt to keep the sailors away from the women they were advised of the danger of elephantiasis which all the women supposedly carried.  Elephantiasis, of course, is when the gonads swell up to a size requiring a wheelbarrow for transport.  All of the local men were apparently abstinent since wheelbarrows were not conspicuous.  Ratches threw in a couple other hideous diseases and let it go at that.

     Ratches first need was to find hospitalization for his two crippled men.  The facilities of Pago Pago were inadequate to treat their injuries.  This was before the age of the big jetliners that could fly nonstop from sea to sea so there were no commercial flights into Pago Pago,  at least on a scheduled basis.  The only other flights were run by Standard and they were not only infrequent but the company was unwilling to take responsibility for the two men.

     Thus the squadron’s visit in this tropical paradise was cut from three days to one while the Figi visit was skipped and the squadron was to make a high speed run to Australia.

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     Needless to say the Commodore blamed and privately cursed Ratches.  The Captain in turn privately cursed Duber, Erect and Kanary.  He was even indiscreet enough to mutter terms like ‘criminally insane’ where they were heard and reported.  As Kanary was included he was alarmed and took it ill.  Convinced of his own purity Kanary could only transfer the blame for his actions to Trueman.  Kanary reasoned quite inaccurately that had Trueman not been there he would not have acted as he did.  But Trueman was there and Kanary’s potential for insane criminal violence did exist.  While consciously he could not admit to this evil side of himself it gnawed away at him from his subconscious.

     Except that Ratches had prevented him, he and Erect in civilian circumstances would have been guilty of criminally insane crimes.  Only the environment of men aboard ship prevented their legal condemnation.

     Devoting himself to explaining to the Commodore and trying to help his injured sailors Ratches granted the ship liberty prior to sailing the next morning.

     One would think  that Duber, Erect and Kanary had enough troubles without plotting further to dispose of Trueman.  Kanary’s hatred was unreasoning.  His sense of responsibility was so weak that he must have been willing to go to prison in order to satisfy his hatred of Trueman.

     Duber had somehow developed the opinion that there was no law below the Line.  Perhaps he had seen one too many John Wayne movies.  But he seriously thought that any act was permissable to him in the South Seas.  His intelligence was so feeble that he thought that if he eliminated Trueman the Captain would let matters drop.

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     The Japanese had fortified Samoa.  As they usually did they excavated mazes of tunnels in the hills to hide from the shelling.  These caves were amazingly effective and still in existence.  It was rumored that one could still find war memorabilia in them.  Trueman was interested in visiting them.  They were on the other side of the lagoon which necessited a long walk to the head of the lagoon and around.  That posed no problem for Trueman.  He didn’t even do much more than a double take when Duber, Erect and Kanary invited him to accompany them.  The plan was to get him over there, kill him and leave the body.  They reasoned that by the time he was missed they would be far at sea and the matter would be allowed to drop, he would just be AWOL.

     While Trueman was doing his double take he was approached by Shakey Jake Brook who advised him that he wouldn’t go anywhere with those guys.  Something in Shaky Jake’s earnestness raised images of the crossing of the Line which tipped Dewey into saying no.  He was suprised at the hostility his No raised in Duber and Erect.  As soon as Kanary heard that he wasn’t going he hurriedly dressed to go ashore to poison Trueman’s reception.

     Thus by the time Trueman found his way to the open air market where the Samoans sold their foodstuffs he was given a very hostile reception by the natives as Kanary stood by grinning.

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     It takes only a few obvious words to groups sensitive to criticism such as Jews, the various colored folks, homosexuals, feminists and the like to prejudice them against anyone.  Kanary had simply said:  ‘See that guy coming?  He thinks Samoans are ignorant savages.’  Such slanderers are always taken at their word so no questions were asked.

     So Trueman was confronted with the inexplicable hostility of people he had never seen but who seemed to know him and dislike him.  The obvious question to put to oneself is ‘What’s wrong with me?’  What’s wrong with you is that your slanderer doesn’t like you.  You’re a lucky man if you can externalize this pressure.  By far more people internalize it searching for a shortcoming rather than looking for a slanderer.

     Trueman noticed Kanary standing by glowering with a vengeful smile.  He moved off only to be followed by Kanary.

     Kanary was queer to the bone, he had no shame, all chutzpah.

     ‘Why don’t you go off by yourself, Kanary?  Stop following me around.’

     ‘Following you around!  Don’t flatter yourself, Trueman.  Nobody’s following you around.’

     ‘Well, then just go ahead.  I’ll let you get out of sight.’

     ‘I don’t do what you tell me.’

     There’s nothing legal you can do with a queer with no shame.

     Trueman wandered around looking at the buildings with Kanary dogging his steps.  One would say that Kanary had no life of his own but as a homosexual men were his life.  Part of his frustration was a sexual desire for Trueman.  Having no legitimate way to court another man he had turned his lust into hatred.  By making a persistent nuisance of himself he hoped to break Trueman down so that he would let Kanary screw him just to get rid of him.  That’s the homosexual’s central problem; if you can’t screw ’em one way, screw ’em another.

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End Of Clip V-2.  Proceed to Clip V-3.

 

    

I’m now going to put up a section of my very long novel Our Lady Of The Blues.  The novel concerns my Navy years.  This section is about our Pacific Cruise from September of 1957 to March of 1958.  I have told it as was without concessions to current prejudices.  This cruise was a young man’s dream as we covered the Pacific from Hawaii to Hong Kong, Australia to Japan.  Like any other novel it has its joys and sorrows, comedy and tragedy.  I’m sure the cruise was the high point of all our young lives.

 

Approximately 400 pages.  As usual I will post 10 pages a day and proofread the following day.  Begun on 7/19/07.  Clips will be of 50 pages each. 

I hope any readers will enjoy the story.

Thank you.

 

Our Lady Of The Blues

by

R.E. Prindle

Part V.

From Gaia To Maia

 

     The Teufelsdreck turned its poop to the rising sun  moving out over the vast expanses of the broad Pacific Ocean.   The ship had embarked on what should have been a magnificent adventure for all aboard.  For most it was just another day in their life in the Navy.

     The entire tour would cover some forty thousand miles and scores of latitudes and longitudes.  The tour would rival the peregrinations of that flighty sailor, Herman Melville, and far eclipse the meager voyage of the gentleman dilittante, Richard Henry Dana, who slummed with us ordinary seamen before the mast.

     The itinerary of the Teufelsdreck would zig-zag across the wide pacific from the US to China, drop down to Australia and back up to Japan.  The ship would touch at Kwajalein, Tarara, Samoa, pass through the Coral Sea and by Guadalcanal and Bougainville, on to Subic Bay on the Bataan Peninsula, cruise past Corregidor into Manila Bay and sail by many other landmarks of the Pacific War.

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     The climate would range from balmy tropical waters to freezing typhoons off Japan.  There was the Great Barrier Reef off Australia, the wonders of Blowfish and tropically colored fish that passed the bounds of imagination.  The Navy slogan was:  Join the Navy and see the world.  This tour was the very best that the Navy had to offer.  It was an opportunity that very, very few in private life have ever had.  All these sites were still exotic not yet brought within the realm of modern communications.  McDonald’s had as yet been barely thought of;  the notion that it would ever plaster exotica with its plastic signs would have brought hoots of derision.  The South Pacific was not the paradise it had once been but the chain saw had not yet begun to level the great tropical jungles.

     The great adventure of seeing legendary far away places was augmented by the adventures both ashore and aboard ship among the one hundred eighty-six men of the crew.  All the rivalries and hatreds, the sociological developments begun in the States continued at sea.  All the subliminal urges kept more or less in control within the order of civilized society were unpent in the long voyage on the plane of Maia which led to startling developments which were unheard of in the rest of the fleet.

     Perhaps the situation of the Teufelsdreck sailing the plane between the depths of the sea and the bowl of the sky approximated too closely the globe of the human mind with its permeable plane separating the conscious and the subconscious.  With Gaia replaced by the vessel of the Teufelsdreck floating lonely in the sea the men’s minds sought unusual outlets.

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     A ship is called a ‘she’ because it is a vessel, a steel womb in which one’s life is lived.  As in a womb there is little contact with the outside world; all nourishment comes from within.  This is the way the world was born.  All was chaos and then there was a wind on the water.

     If one examines Middle Eastern creation myths, the most well known being that of Genesis, it becomes apparent that what is being described is not the creation of the world but man’s apprehension of it.  the tale is of the dawn of consciousness and not the creation of the world.

     As an infant the author was placed on his back in his crib outside the bedroom door in the living room.  He lay there day after day looking blankly at the incoherent lines and planes of the room that made up his world.  Then one day, it takes only a few seconds, a miracle occurred.  All of a sudden the lines and planes resolved themselves into angles and surfaces.  In just a moment disorganized lines and angles became right angles joined together in such clever fashion that they formed walls and ceiling.  The round dull glow took the shape of a lamp.  Indeed, the gray haze vanished and there was light.  The author’s world was transformed forever.  A ‘flood’ had obliterated his former world.

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     Let us compare the creation myth:  In the beginning their was only chaos.  All existence was mixed up together; nothing was differentiated.  Then there was a wind on the water that separated the firmament from the sea.  So now we see that things weren’t exactly confused, the sky actually rested on the water.  The water of the subconscious, the sky of the conscious.  Quite correctly man has always identified the subconscious as female and water, the sky as spiritual and male.  Now light was separated from darkness with which it had been commingled.  The earth, or plane on which we live was separated from the water and heaped on one side, or, right lobe, left lobe.  the sun, the moon and stars came into existence, then the plants and animals and finally man, the recognition of self.

     Then, most importantly, it was necessary that everything had names so that they could be identified.  So the first man, Adam, went around naming each creation as he touched it.

     As a creation myth that is rather silly but it does accurately describe the dawn of consciousness.  After perhaps millions of years wandering around without a clue man understood in a flash who he was and where he stood.  His eyes were opened.  He stepped from the Garden of Eden to which he could never return into a world where mere animal passions would no longer make it, he would have to be reborn.  The details of the memory of the life he had left were effaced as though by a great flood which had risen up and engulfed the past.  Each survivor was born again.

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     From then on progression into full consciousness advanced at a dizzying pace.  It became apparent to Man, ignorant of what it all meant, half crazed by his conflicting emotions, that he would have to learn everything and do it fast.  Thus against a background of perhaps millions of years, within ten thousand years man rose from early consciousness to the full consciousness of science heralded psychologically by Freud.

     Yet Freud discovered nothing.  It was just that one day his eyes were opened and he was able to give names to everything that had been known for thousands of years.  Our ancestors were not a bunch of stupid oafs, not all of them anyway, else how could we claim intelligence?  They were very perceptive men but lacked the science to express themselves except in symbolic terms.  Besides which, had they spoken openly their less perceptive fellows would have murdered them for disturbing the peace, as was Socrates to name only the most prominent example.

     We have already discussed some of the symbolism but to make the next segment of my story intelligible it will be necessary to discuss a few others and try to put my concept of psychology in order.

     I have already broached the subject of the X and y chromosomes which form the basis of human identity.  I have posited that the Ancients were familiar, indeed, articulated the concept in mythical or symbolic terms.  Now to elaborate.

     Science in the last few decades has been able to demonstrate conclusively the physical basis of the beliefs of the Ancients.  It only remains to identify them with the ideas of Depth Psychology and take it a step further.

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     The marriage of the two chromosomes is found in the DNA helix.  Physically this forms a unit that extends from the gonads or ovaries up the spine and out the brain stem.  Anchored in the the ‘materiality’ of the reproductive organs the upper end makes possible the ‘spiritual’ apparatus of Man.  The upper ends are not anchored in the brain as the lower are in the reproductive organs but, as it were flap loose forming the Anima and Animus.  Very probably in horned animals the horns are material representations of the Anima and Animus.

     The brain which was apparently at first merely a functional unit later developed a midbrain and then expanded again to include the frontal lobe which to this point in time has completed the cranial development of man.

     This is the animal.  This is what is meant by the sexual entity.  It has nothing to do with sexual intercourse as Freud was given to imagine.  Sex is something different than sexual.  There is no amount of fucking, as Freud thought, that will improve the human psyche.

      However any challenges to his sexual identity, or what the French call Amour Propre will result in expression through the sexual apparatus which involves aggression and which may include fucking as a means of vengeance or dominance to recover one’s amour propre or to demostrate one’s superiority.  Thus Greek vase painting show the Greek conquerors of the Persian War sticking it up the ass of submissive Persian captives.  Many forms of violence are merely a surrogate form of fucking.

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     Sexual aggression is only the form of the external response.  There are also internal responses.  Internal responses to unanswerable challenges are passed along the Power Train from brain to gonads taking the form of complexes.  These unaswerable challenges form in the subconscious as fixations.  For every fixation there is a corresponding somatic or psychological affect.  Thus just as every mole has its twin in a corresponding place of the body every fixation has a corresponding somatic affect.  The entire range of psychosomatic affects from rashes, asthma, sinuses, ulcers, stuttering, timidity and what have you can be cured simply by finding the corresponding fixation and removing it.

     The Ancients had several symbols that clearly demonstrate an understanding of the Power Train if not the psychology.  They could sense and know of this physical reality without being able to express it in scientific terms.

     One of the symbols was the water lily.  In one famous representation, the bulbs, which are rooted in the earth are portrayed virtually as two gonads.  The stalks intertwining rise up from the bulbs through the spinal water until the flower or brain bursts into bloom in the ‘spiritual’ air supported by the leaf floating on the surface of the water.

     A second example is the Caduceus of Hermes.  This symbol is most clear of all since the concept of spirituality has not been introduced into it.  Two snakes entwine around a central staff.  Their tails oppose each other at the bottom.  The symbolism of the coils entwining about the staff need not detain us although the double helix of DNA is implied.  At the top the heads of the two snakes face each other like combative cobras clearly representing the conflict between the Anima and Animus.  Undoubtedly one snake is spermatic while the other is ovate.

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     Or, as I interpret Freud, they are what he chose to call the Ego and Libido.  As an intelligent medical investigator it should have been impossible for Freud to miss this relationship to the physical entity but the knowledge was not yet available to connect them with physiology.

     The Caduceus may have been derived from the Egyptian symbol called the Uas Scepter.  This is a staff with a curious prong at the bottom which must represent the reproductive organs.  The head has two prongs one going left, the other right.  The meaning of the Uas Scepter changes when it is held in the right or left hand.

     Ancient man was always at war with himself as the two combative snakes of the Caduceus imply.  The raging bull of the y chromosome contended with the X of Athene or whatever female image clothed it.  Spiritual education was intended to help a man bring this raging bull under control.  Woman was expected to place her heel on the head of the snake of her spermatic chromosome thus bringing it under control.

     Before discussing fixations let us consider the role of the intellect and intelligence.  Freud denied completely the role of the intellect while completely dismissing the effect of intelligence before the power of what he called the ‘instincts.’

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     The conscious and subconscious is formed by the interlocking of the subconscious, the intellect and the intelligence.

     The intellect forms an intermediary between the sub-conscious and the intelligence.  Once formed and allowed to solidify it makes the character and intelligence rigid.

     All of the information going into the infant and childhood mind combines to form the intellect.  All of this teaching of parents and society from which the young mind has no defense or means of interpretation or contradiction is accepted as gospel.  It is there that national characters are formed.  The Jewish intellect, the Christian or Moslem intellect, the national intellects are all embedded in the individual’s intellect.

     It is actually impossible to change one’s religious or national character after it has been formed.  Only in the very rarest of instances could a Chinese intellect, for instance, be converted to an American or vice versa.  Thus Chinese emigrants wherever they are must always remain Chinese unless brought up from birth within a different culture in which case they would only look Chinese.  It is virtually and may be actually impossible to learn another national or religious intellect outside the milieu of infancy.  Thus one’s Weltanschauung is fixed from childhood on.  All education will be brought into conformation with it.

     Intelligence will dispel the most egregious ethno-centric beliefs as in the saying:  Travel is broadening.  A person may be able to make room in his intellect for a comprehensive range of beliefs but the mind is inelastic: in the end he will return to his national and religious intellect no matter how he transforms his education.

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     In addition one’s parents and friends will fill the intellect with much matter, most of it tripe.  If lucky, intelligent parents will load you with intelligent matter; if not, if you are intelligent you will have to devote a great deal of time to cleaning out the rubbish.  Anything in conflict with demonstrable reality can be converted much as a fixation.

     The more you revere your parents, friends and family the more fixed, rigid and unalterable your intellect will be.  Thus as the English say of the Scotch:  The only way you can get a new idea in their head is to saw open their skull and toss it in.  Or. like father, like son.

     The more active your intelligence the better equipped you are to improve your intellect and manage your subconscious.

     For a seriously fixated subconscious will control an inflexible intellect and distort one’s intelligence.  Intelligence is devinitely the weakest of the three.  By intelligence I don necessarily mean the ability to compute or manage information.  Much mental disease is not really disease but an inflexible concretized intellect which will not adjust to reality.

     Freud’s organization of the mind can be largely discarded.  There is no Id or Unconscious, his Ego and Libido theory are incomplete and all the complexity he finds is non existent.  There is only the conscious and subconscious.  The conscious is the Intellect and Intelligence while the subconscious is undivided.  All fixation are in the subconscious.  In Freud’s terms the spermatic chromosome is repressed while the ovate is fixated, which seems possible.  He related this condition to neuroses in genral and to hysteria in particular.  Since we will be dealing with hysterics it would be appropriate to discuss the formation of neuroses and psychoses.

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     No child is born with either.  They are all acquired.  When a Challenge is presented to the Power Train of the individual he must deal with it successfully or not.  If he handles it successfully there is no damage to one’s amour propre.  But if he fails his mind must compensate for his inability to meet the Challenge.  A fixation or lesion occurs in his mind.  His failure may turn into an external rage as he tries to destroy the damage or it may be internalized.  In any case the fixation becomes encysted in his subconscious.  There is no problem with this if the Challenge is merely being placed on the back burner until the person resolves the Challenge.  This may happen within an hour or days.  When he successfully resolves the Challenge the encysted fixation disappears and he returns to normal.

     Some fixations are well beyond the person’s ability to ever successfully respond to them.  The central childhood fixation is primary of these.  If this can be uncovered and faced then all other fixations can be eliminated and the mind made whole.  There will be fixations of lesser importance scattered through the subconscius or there may be clusters of lesser fixations hidden behind a greater fixation that represents their class.  It is only necessary to express them to make them disappear.

     The central childhood fixation will be protected and nursed most carefully by the psyche.  It is almost impossible to get at it and remove it because the Challenge that caused it was so extreme for the individual and his response so inadequate that he cannot bear to face it again.  Besides, in a perverse way he has learned to love it.  He is afraid to be without it.

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     This central childhood fixation is the controlling factor of the person’s identity.  It will distort all the information in the intellect for its benefit.  In competition with the intelligence it will swamp the intelligence and prevail against the person’s better judgement and will.

     All the irrational reactions of the person are caused by his fixations.  They are reflected on the Anima and Animus. 

     Those irrational reactions or madnesses can be removed if they can be identified and dealt with successfully by using superior intelligence and experience:  If they can be faced.

      Finding them is realtively easy but facing them may prove to be an impossible task even if they can be learned or identified by a psychologist and explained to the subject.

     Now, a problem is going to develop, a very serious problem in the story, with the homosexuals aboard ship versus the straights.  As homosexuals their central childhood fixation had fixated their Anima and repressed their Animus.  In other words, hysteria is the normal state of the homosexual.  Homosexuality is caused by a hysterical reaction to  an unaswerable Challenge to their amour propre: in other words, their emasculation.  The child is sexually abused by a man and responds sexually by becoming a homosexual.

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     In addition to this, because of the guilt they feel by being less manly and the rejection of society they experience they also become perverted.  As hysterics they adopt a sado-masochistic persona.  Contrary to Freud neither sadism or masochism are ‘instincts’, they are affects.

     Our ostensible hero, Dewey Trueman, was also an hysteric.  Indeed, quite so.  While not a homosexual he was fixated and repressed while attacked by a degree of emasculation expressed in a latent homosexuality.  In certain circumstances he was quite mad.  His central childhood fixation caused by Yisraeli in his persona of David Hirsh formed the basis of his personality while his repressed Animus denied him full use of his manly powers so that he appeared sexually ambiguous to a degree.

     Thus inthe grip of the watery ocean, afloat on a sea of troubles, the little Teufelsdreck sailed forth to its destiny at the island, that little speck of land in the broad Pacific called Guam.

     The feel of leaving the land behind was much different than the usual day trip of maneuvers.  There was a finality, a separation, the umbilical cord was cut.  It seemed that the men of the crew reverted to an anterior form of consciousness.  Dewey himself felt his mind engulfed by the waves; a sort of tranquillity unknown on land embraced his mind as he stood on the deck of the floating island suspended as it were between the sea and the sky.

     The trip began as a journey of revelations for Dewey, which was to characterize it throughout.  The first and the second revelations were provided by Dart Craddock.

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     As they passed the stern of the aircraft carrier Ranger on the west side of North Island, Dart said:  ‘They’ve got a Special Weapons officer aboard the Ranger.’

     ‘What Special Weapons might they be?’

     ‘IT.  They keep an Atom Bomb in readiness aboard.  They’ve got a designated officer to look after it.’

     ‘Why would they have an Atom Bomb on board?’  Dewey asked naively.  He believed the propaganda that the good Christian gentlemen of the US Government would never use the Bomb except in dire necessity, if then.

     ‘I don’t know.  What do you think?’  Dart laughed.

     There were few people who realized how extensively the Bomb was being tested.  Latterly we learn there were over twelve hundred Bombs exploded with three hundred of them in the atmosphere.  Over nine hundred subterranean tests.  Dewey believed that perhaps only six or eight atmospherics had been conducted although had he used both fingers and toes he would have come up with more from memory.

     The nuclear holocaust was more of a reality than a fear.  About five hundred miles off shore Dart stepped up to Dewey saying with a smile:  ‘This must be the place.’

     Dewey looked blankly at the cresting waves touching the horizon in every direction:  ‘Place for what?’

     ‘Get this!  A while back they suspended a submarine just below the surface then exploded an Atom Bomb two miles down just to see what the effect on the submarine would be.’

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     ‘Ahhh, no.  Why would they do that?  Man, you saw the destruction the depth charges caused.  Just imagine what an Atom Bomb two miles deep would do.’

     ‘Just imagine.’  Dart replied ironically.

     ‘Supposing it’s true.  How do you know all this stuff.’

     ‘Oh, I just keep my eyes and ears open.’  Dart smiled sauntering off.

     Maybe that mushroom shaped cloud was too much for the mind of Man.  Maybe it was the ultimate phallus, the erection to end all erections that so fascinated the military mind.  Maybe it made them feel like real men to set off such awesome power.  Of what use could it be to explode bomb after bomb.  Once theory and practice converged why keep doing it?

     Surely there was enought theory to predict the success of the H-Bomb; yet they destroyed Eniwetok and most probably all life within a two hundred mile radius from ground to stratosphere.  The Hydrogen bomb must have exceeded their phallic fantasy because they never tried it again.

     As Dewey stood on the deck mulling this over movies like The Incredible Shrinking Man and A Giant Crab Comes Forth began to make more sense to him.  In fact the whole genre of atomic mutation movies would make him uneasy in the future.

     But for now the laughing dolphins springing from the sea impressed his mind as much as they did the ancient mariners.  Was it any wonder that one of these beasts was chosen to lead the Cretan priests to Delphi.  Living below the limes of consciousness yet springing repeatedly into the bright air these wonderful animals must have represented their viewers mental condition.  Living as they did with minds submerged beneath the conscious level only rising from time to time into clearheadedness what a simile these smiling half-fish half-animals part human appearing must have seemed to them.

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     Dewey was not conscious of the reasons for his fascination with them but his admiration was based on the same principle.  How he longed to leap from the water into the bright clear air of consciousness and stay there.

Twenty-Six Hundred Miles Across The Sea

     As the ship breached the waves beginning its incessant pitch and roll Ensign Grant Shaffer sat with the open box containing a million dollars before him.  A million in twenties, tens, fives and ones makes a considerable pile, one that appears inexpendable to one who has never sat in front of a million in cash before.

     The sight of the cool million had also stunned the Second Class Disbursing Clerk, Ezio Ponzi.  The course taken by Shaffer might never have been taken but the prodding of Ezio Ponzi.  It was he who concocted the scheme.

     Dazzled by the prospects of this amazing incredible tour of the Pacific he could only lament that he wouldn’t have the money to take full advantage of it.  Or would he?

     An incredible notion took possession of his mind driving out all reason before it.  The money in the Box looked inexhaustible, therefore it was.  If, Ponzi reasoned, he could persuade the men to take advances against their next paychecks then if they would rebate half back he would not record the advance thus ensuring they received a full paycheck on payday.

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     Obviously he couldn’t do it alone.  He would have to have the complicity of Ensign Shaffer.  It is to be imagined that there would be a great many bookkeepers who woud shrink from the very idea of suggesting such a course to their superiors.

     Ezio Ponzi was not sophisticated enough to be one of these.  He was an Italian boy from the Five Points in Manhattan.  On his home turf where such things were discussed as a matter of course, his gang and Ponzi were ignorant of the principles of double entry bookkeeping.  Neither they nor he understood the concept of the paper trail.  In the Five Points you got away with it once the deed was done.

     Ponzi himself had joined the Navy in 1946 when he first realized Italy had lost the war.  He wanted to be on the winning team.  Contrary to popular belief a large part of the Italian population remained loyal to Italy.  Of all the immigrants the Italians were most frequently birds of passage.  For many decades in the nineteenth century they had been migrant workers in Europe going North for the summer while returning South for the winter.  Then they added Argentina and Brazil to their itinerary.  With the improvements in marine transportation this became much easier.  Then in 1890 they included New York on their itinerary.  As the main intent was to make enough money to support themselves in Sicily for the winter almost as many returned each year as arrived.  As no passports were required at the time a regular criminal circuit developed around the Atlantic ports of the New and Old Worlds.

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          Many Anglo-Americans complained of this evident criminality among the Italians but ever sensitive to ‘racism’ the Liberal Coalition told them to shut up their prejudiced mouths.  The fact that organized crime became an Italian monopoly did not dissuade Liberals from this attitude.

     At any rate Italian immigrants never ceased thinking of themselves as Italians.  More or less trapped in America by the outbreak of the Great War and the restrictions placed on immigration in 1920 the Italian colonies were part of America.  The great Atlantic migratory circle was broken.

     The Five Points and Brooklyn were truly Italian colonies.  The colony controlled the docks of New York.  The perceived threat of sabotage to shipping by Italians in WWII was so great that the US Government approached the incarcerated arch-criminal Lucky Luciano to plead for his intercession with his paisanos to prevent such disturbances.  Whether the help of Luciano was needed or not as a reward he was paroled from prison to be repatriated to Sicily.

     The boys in the Five Points were suitably impressed.  ‘Who says crime don’t pay.’  Ezio Ponzi muttered as he donned the dress blues of the winner.  During his eleven years or so of service Ponzi had always been into petty graft.  He carried the Navy tradition of cumshaw to greater heights.

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     Now his moment had come.  Ponzi hadn’t finished Junior High while Ensign Shaffer had graduated from the University of Michigan.  No two intellectual traditions could have been more different than those of Ponzi and Shaffer yet the Ensign without blinking acceded to Ponzi’s plan.

     Shaffer had had to work his way through school as his presence in the N.R.O.T.C. indicated.  He had always been strapped for cash while his friends lived high, or so it seemed.  He was often dependent on their largesse.  Now he could distribute his own largesse with an open hand and be paid for it.  The temptation was too great for his judgement.

     Teal Kanary, who had his nose in everything was recruited to spread the good word.  Proud Costello was included for added weight and respectability as was Lt. Bifrons Morford.  Lt. Sieggren, the third of the officerial Three Musketeers stood aloof but reluctant to deter his friends.  Could this be construed as a conspiracy to defraud the government?

     Thus the crew of the Teufelsdreck set off on one hell of a tour.  Every  Man Jack who wanted it had pay and half while Shaffer and his bunch had money up the wazoo.

     Wazoo or yazoo was a Navy term for an unidentified part of the human body in which it was desirable to store things.

     Some did not participate.  Fortunately for the Blacks prejudice excluded them from the benefits of the Ponzi scheme.  Some few others including Trueman saw through the scheme refusing to participate.

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Hopes, Dreams And Schemes

     The emergence of the Black Civil Rights Movement was already giving ideas to the homosexuals.  If Blacks could hope to liberate themselves from the oppression of a hostile society why couldn’t homos?  A ripple of protest went through society.

     Aboard the Teufelsdreck as soon it as it put to sea a homosexual conclave gathered each night in an unused compartment adjoining after steering.  Directly behind First Division was a fairly large compartment containing a barber’s chair which served as the barber shop.  Behind that was a small room containing the after steering helm.  The Navy always has backup systems.  In case the bridge was hit during war destroying the helm, steering could be done in after steering which was just above the rudder.  On the port side was this unused compartment.

     Every night of the tour the group of homosexuals gathered, by invitation only, in this compartment.  It was hinted that because the crew was denied access to women at sea relief could only be gotten from each other.  The men ‘had’ to do it.

     The argument that men turn to each other from lack of women is a rather flimsy one.  A man who is not a homosexual does not turn to men in any circumstances.

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Literary Matters

     The blue covered book passed to Teal Kanary on the day of departure was a review copy of Jack Kerouac’s On The Road.  The Revolution shares control of the publishing industry.  The saying is that all things are pemitted the Revolution while all things are denied the counterrevolution.

     As the senior partner the Revolution shares out its censorship capabilities to the Jews, Homosexuals and Feminists.  Kerouac was to deny that he was a Communist yet he hung out with professed Communists.  He also denied he was a homosexual yet the same group was openly homosexual.  Allen Ginsberg was even a proselytizer for the ‘lifestyle.’  He openly advocated child sex.

     At any rate On The Road promotes a Communist point of view and homosexuality.  It had the advantage of dealing with the rank and file.  It was at the same time a fine literary achievement while being proletarian, if not criminal, in attitude.

     As noted before the Communist element controlled literary matters aboard ship pretty effectively.  Reading is hard work.  Most people don’t like to do it so the book quickly made the rounds of readers or, at least, men who said they read it, sometimes in a matter of only a couple hours.  Craddock made sure Trueman had a chance to read it which Dewey did.

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     The book made a tremendous impression of those who read it.  They revered it almost as a bible.  They seemed to think it related directly to their lives.  Dean Moriarty was an especial hero to them.

     Dewey just thought of the characters as small time grifters and drug addicts who had no resemblance to his life or aspirations.  Perhaps therein lies a clue to the kind of people among which he was forced to live.

     In order to read something passably enjoyable which would pass Red censorship Dewey was reduced to reading Science Fiction.  SciFi was something that he had found very appealing as a youth but which now began to pall on him.

     He was standing the 12-4 AM watch reading a collection of fantasy stories by William Tenn when he realized that as enjoyable as this type of fiction was it led nowhere.  A lifetime of reading this stuff would leave one with nothing.  He resolved to put the Westerns and Science Fiction of his youth behind him.

     He was sitting beneath the barrel of the after three inch as he was reflecting on the uselessness of the genre when he heard footsteps and whispers rounding the superstructure.  Getting up to look as he was apprehensive that Roberts and the bunch might try to throw him over he saw Teal Kanary and Mike Van Wye running behind the guntub in a crouch.

     They had been half selected and half volunteered to be the one to throw Trueman overboard.  It was their intent to sneak around, seize Trueman and chuck him over.

    ‘Hey! Van Wye, Kanary!  What are you guys doing on deck after taps.  Get below where belong or I’ll call the bridge.’

     ‘How do you know it’s us, Trueman?’

     ‘What do you mean how do I know, Stupids.  I can see you.’

      ‘You can’t see us.  This is in the dark.’

     ‘Aw, you assholes are always in the dark.  You were born in the dark and you’ll never come out of it.  Get back down below.’

     The two men hesitated baffled by Trueman’s good vision because they couldn’t see that well.  They apparently didn’t think he could hear that well because they continued their conversation as though he wasn’t there.

     ‘This isn’t going to be so easy now that he’s seen us Van Wye.’

     ‘Yeah, I know, but it’s two against one and he’s a pussy.’

     ‘Oh Jesus, you guys are too much.,  Bridge:  After Watch.  Van Wye and Kanary are up here on deck without a purpose.  You want to send somebody back to remove them?’

     ‘Hey, you’re a real prick, Trueman.’  Van Wye whispered up as he and Kanary slid past on their way below in the same manner they had arrived.

     ‘Never mind, Bridge, they just slithered below.’

     Trueman survived the first attempt on his life.

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Parasdise Viewed From The Waterline

     The first stop on the tour was Pearl Harbor.  The stop was only for a few hours to refuel the ship, embarking again at ten o’ clock that evening for some reason.  As a reward for a successful tour the squadron was to be given seven days layover on the voyage home.  Still the anticipation of Honolulu was so strong that the Captain gave everyone but a skeleton watch liberty.  Even the eight to twelve was give liberty after standing their watch.  Every was given liberty that is, except…Dewey Trueman.

     Kanary was still angry with himself because he hadn’t been able to exclude Trueman from the cruise or been successful in tossing him overboard.  Unsuccessful in the former he would do everything he could to keep Trueman from enjoying the cruise;  unsuccessful in the latter he would manage a temporary surrogate.  Dieter too continued to seethe inside disappointed at his failure to imprison Trueman in the Depth Charge hold and its denouement.

     The Teufelsdreck sailed into Pearl at sunrise.  By six-thirty it was securely moored dockside.  The Captain announced immediate liberty for all hands with the exception of the watch with strict injunctions to be back no later than nine.

     These sailors had all been brought up on Webley Edward’s ‘Hawaii Calls’ radio show.  The lure of the islands was bred into their bones.  These were days on the cusp of the big jet mainliners that could fly from sea to sea.  A trip to the islands still meant a long sea cruise which was beyond the time and means of most people.  Flying itself was extremely expensive.  Thus the thrill of Hawaii was greater than even the prospect of Australia or Japan.

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     Dieter himself entered First to accost Trueman.

     ‘You’re not going on liberty, Trueman.  Get yourself a stage and drop it over the fantail.  You’ll be chipping and painting the ass end.’

     ‘What’re you talking about Chief?  You heard the Captain.  All hands.  You hear that?  He mentioned me by name:  All Hands.  That’s me.’

     ‘Sea lawyer!  You aren’t going to disobey an order from your Chief are you?  And don’t pull that going to the Captain again if you know what’s good for you.  Understand?’

     ‘Yeah, I understand Chief.  When the rules don’t work for you suspend the rules.  Well I suppose you’ve got the power Dieter so the law need have no relevance for you.  You and Willie Sutton, know what I mean?’

     Dieter didn’t know what he meant nor did he care to ask.

     ‘And stay over the side all day.  Understand?’  Dieter said jabbing his finger into Trueman’s chest for emphasis.

     ‘Hey, Chief, don’t touch.  No Petty Officer has a right to inflict corporal punishment.  Watch it!  Know the limits of your power!’

     ‘Always the sea lawyer, eh, Trueman?  If I wasn’t wearing this uniform…’

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     ‘Yeah, but you are.  You couldn’t function out of it.’

     The law was on Trueman’s side but the power was on Dieter’s.  What’s law compared to the sword?  It’s always the Hitlers who make the laws and Trueman’s who have to execute them.  Trueman just rationalized the situation to cover his disappointment.  He didn’t have much money; on such a short liberty there would only be time to hit the bars so he wasn’t missing anything.

     Dieter supervised him as he got the stage and paint supplies.  Dieter watched him lower the stage over the stern.  Then the Big Chief made some snide remark as Trueman dropped down and stalked off.

     As Trueman stared at the big white letters that spelled Teufelsdreck Teal Kanary leaned over to say:  ‘You’re right where you belong, Trueman,  off the ship.’  Hatred distorted the homo’s face and his regrets at not having been able to throw Trueman to the dolphins surfaced as unbridled rage.

     Trueman flicked the paint brush at him speckling his face and hat.

     ‘Shit man, you got some on me.’

     ‘Shit man, you always look like you’ve got some on you.  If you don’t get out of here I’ll paint your shoes, she how you like that shine, asshole.  I think I will anyway.’

     Kanary quickly pulled his feet back but not quick enough.  A streak of gray tracked over his left shoe.  Muttering something indistinct he rushed off to clean his face, put on a new pair of shoes and get a new hat.

     Trueman watched the crew stream by excitedly off for Honolulu.  Chief Dieter walked by with his nose in the air as though to say, take that.  Next to last came Kanary who cast a wrathful but satisfied glance in his direction.  After Kanary the Blacks came streaming by in a noisy laughing compact body.

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     The cruise was fraught with terrible anxieties for them.  Fearful for their safety amongst whites in their home towns they also lived in terror aboard ship.  Their fears for their safety in foreign lands which they imagined to be inimical to Blacks had been a matter of some discussion among them.

      The miracle of the Blacks was that in the face of historical antipathy amongst a hostile majority they could sustain such mental equanimity as to be cheerful and sprightly.  They could discuss their fears in a humorous laughing manner.

     ‘Say, Man, I don’t know what we gon’ do when we get in those foreign lands hatin’ us niggers as they do.’

     ‘Yeah, Man, if we survive goin’ ashore we gon’ be fightin’ our way in and fightin’ our way out.  No fun in that.’

     ‘You right there, Man.  I think Honolulu the last American place, only place we can go ashore on this cruise.  We gon’ have to stay aboard until the ship comes back.’

     ‘I s’pose you right, Man.  Then we better do Honolulu right in the eight hours we got.  He. He.  Le’s go have some fun.’

     And so for the last time in six months the Blacks left the ship.  As they passed Dewey standing on his stage Tyrone Jackson noted it carefully.  ‘That White Boy ain’t got no friends.’  He mused.

     When they were all gone a great peace settled aboard ship.  All the hubbub ceased.  Trueman picked up Dieter’s glare at him as he passed down the pier.  Then Trueman realized it was just he and the watch aboard ship.  What, he reasoned, was Dieter going to do if he pulled up the stage and lay around his bunk.  Nothing.  The Chief was on ice so thin it wouldn’t support his miniscule dick.

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     Trueman turned around.  The ship was backed against some old pilings.  Looked like the Japs missed them on the Day Of Infamy That Will Live Forever In Our Memory or until the Toyotas began to arrive, whichever came first.

     The pilings were built quite a way out over the water.  As Trueman stared back into them he couldn’t see where they ended.  The water of Pearl Harbor was greasy black covered with a thick scum of oil.  For a moment Trueman believed he could walk away across the oil to disappear forever among the pilings.  He had almost stepped off the stage when he caught himself.

     Then he climbed back up on deck, drew up the stage and took it back to the paint locker just forward of the Quarterdeck on the port side.

     ‘I thought you were supposed to work all day, Trueman.’  Carlovic, the Second Class Damage Controlman serving as Petty Officer of the Watch, said.

     ‘No kidding, Carlovics, you going to fink on me.  Who cares?  Dieter’s out of his rights anyways.  He has no call to discriminate against me.  Tell him what you want, I don’t care.’

     ‘Nobody said nothing about telling nobody nothing.  I was just making an observation, that’s all.’

     ‘Uh huh.  Well, have a good watch, Carlovics.  Keep your eyes peeled.’

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     ‘Carlovic.’

     ‘That’s what I said, Carlovics.’

     Then Dewey relaxed the day aboard ship as though it was his very own.

They Put A Lid On It

     Underweigh again the Teufelsdreck headed out another two thousand miles into the Test Range.

     Dewey was standing with hands in pockets gazing at the flying fish.  The marvel of seeing fish emerging from the symbolic waters of the subconscious to skim across the surface sometimes gliding several feet above the water as the wave receded beneath them to meet the advancing crest where with consummate skill the fish rejoined contact but propelled itself up the rising swell before sinking beneath the brine once more.

     It wasn’t that Dewey wasn’t conscious of the feeling he was experiencing but that consciousness defied the formation of thought remaining an inchoate undifferentiated raveled nebula which he couldn’t grasp and formulate.  He watched as hundreds of fish, dragonfly like, fins extended, erupted in schools with their tail fins whipping back and forth to propel them up and out of the water.

     During the day they avoided the ship but every morning the deckhands had to sweep a couple dozen who had come aboard during the night over the side.  On one night one of them actually fell down the after hatch.

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     ‘Amazing, aren’t they?’  Dart Craddock said stepping beside him.

     ‘Yeah, they are.’

     ‘Say, Dewey, I want you to know I don’t think it was right you’re having to stay aboard in Honolulu.’

     ‘Well, Dieter’s got the power.’

     ‘It’s a shame you had to work all day while we were out partying.’

     ‘Oh, I didn’t work all day.’

     ‘You didn’t.’

     ‘Hell, no.  As soon as I saw Dieter leave I hauled the stage up and relaxed.’

     ‘Oh.’  There was a tinge of disappointment in Dart’s voice.

     ‘Actually, I didn’t mind.’

     Craddock thought Trueman was fibbing a little but Dewey was telling the truth.  An insult is effective only if it insults.  Dewey knew the intent was to insult him but the result had been beneficial to him. 

     ‘I mean, you know, it was just so darn wonderful to have some peace and quiet; to get free of the farting smelly trash.  You know half these guys only honor the Saturday Night tradition and if they miss one Saturday they wait until the next.

     ‘While I’m on it…’  Dewey slid into a non-sequitor, ‘…how many times do you guys cadge those steaks for yourselves.  I suppose you get all the canned strawberries and those goodies too.’

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     Dewey was referring to the night before Hawaii when he was going up to the midnight watch he passed the kitchen where he paused to look in as he smelled cooking steak.  There he saw Craddock, Kanary and others of that crowd cooking and eating steaks that were meant for the crew.  Having been caught in the act Craddock had offered Dewey some.  Had Dewey been wise instead of moral he would have wolfed down a few bites.  Whenever you come across people engaged in an illicit act it is necessary to become an accomplice or suffer the consequences of their enraged guilt.  There is always the fear that you will become a ‘whistle blower.’

     Dewey hadn’t made a formal complaint but in his outraged morality he noised the incident abroad.  Had he made an official complaint the incident could never have been proven, but among the crew members proof was of a different sort.  There was no question of guilt.  Many of the more aggressive crewmen let the conspirators know they expected to be cut in.

     ‘Oh that.  That…you really misunderstood that Trueman.  That was just…just…a box of few old pieces of meat Bocuse found under some egg cartons.  There weren’t enough for the whole crew, so…so…’

     ‘Yeah.  So Kanary and you guys got ’em.  I’m clear on it, Dart.  What do you think I don’t understand?’

     The situation was to have consequences. Neither Kanary nor Craddock forgot it.  But now Craddock changed the subject.

     ‘You know what’s right over there?’  He said pointing vaguely out across the immense expanse of waves.

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     ‘More water?’  Dewey joked.

     ‘That too.’  Craddock laughed more than necessary to distance himself from the steak incident.  ‘Johnson Island.’  He said confidentially as though he held a secret.

     ‘What’s Johnson Island?’

     ‘Well, you know we’re headed out into the Test Range?  Johnson Island is one of the first islands they blew up.  Then after Eniwetok and Bikini they took all the hot debris and dumped it into the lagoon of Johnson.  Then they built a concrete dome over it to trap the radio activity.’

     ‘Johnson Island is that close to Hawaii?  God, that’s criminal.’

    ‘Sure it is.  But they don’t care.  Imagine what Bikini and Eniwetok look like.’

     Dewey couldn’t imagine until he saw Kwajalein.  these so-called islands are merely atolls or in other words the exposed rim of dead volcanoes.  Only portions of the circumference are above water, and that just barely so that in order to put a concrete lid on Johnson the immense dome only touched land at a half dozen points.

     But Dewey’s imagination ran to other issues.  He didn’t grasp the significance of the nuclear testing but he was outraged at the removal of the tiny populations of these barely habitable out croppings.

     ‘What’s really terrible is they move the people living on them onto other islands.’

     ‘What’s so terrible about that?’  Craddock asked who for all the reputed sensitivity of the Reds for oppressed peoples failed to see oppression unless it suited his purposes.

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     ‘Wha-a-t?  Haven’t your ever read Herman Melville’s Typee?’  Dewey asked incredulously.

     ‘Yes, of course.’  Craddock lied.

     ‘Well, man, on that little island the people in each valley were at war with each other.  Can you imagine the result of forcing one tribe into another’s valley and telling them they have to get along with each other?  Ain’t going to happen, Cowboy.  Never, they’ll kill each other.’

     ‘Oh, I don’t think it’d be that bad.  Most people want to get along with each other.’

     ‘Yah, Dart.  Just like aboard this ship.  Not when some get the steaks and some don’t.’  Dewey said accusingly. 

     ‘I got to get up to the Radio Shack.’  Dart said hurrying off.

Landmarks Of The Pacific War

     The Teufelsdreck cruised into the Marshalls skirting Bikini in the distance to the north then dropping down to Kwajalein to approach it from the East.  The cruise was taking them to and past historic names:  Kwajalein and Tarawa and down to Samoa.  All had been strong fortifications of the Japanese requiring great effort to take.

     The names still meant a great deal in ’57.  Everyone had seen the movies.  For Dieter and the Old Navy hands these were legendary sites with tremendous emotional overtones.  If they hadn’t been there they knew others who had.

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     Kwajalein is a low atoll of several, not so much islands as sandbars surrounding the lagoon.  As on Typee the inhabitants of the several sandbars were all at odds with each other.  The main island which is sort of rib steak shaped with a fat part lying South and tapering to a point in the North is only large enough for a landing strip and some administration buildings.  Why the Japanese chose to defend it can only be attributed to fanaticism.  Why the US stormed it can only be attributed to stupidity.  Just put a couple ships around it and starve them out.  No problem.

     The approach to this main islet is exactly as described by Herman Wouk in the Caine Mutiny.  Pehaps as many sailors were familiar with Kwajalein from the movie as they were from history.  There was much joking as sailors hung over the side looking for the famous yellow stain.

     The influence of Wouk’s novel was quite extensive, notably through his creation of Captain Queeg and his ball bearings.  The ball bearings which he rolled and clicked through his fingers really made an impression.  Few men had read the book while nearly all had seen the movie.

     The movie is more reasonable than Wouk’s quirky book.  The movie sanitizes the book quite thoroughly.  Wouk, who was a Jew, wrote the typical immigrant’s novel where the oppressive Anglo social doyen comes into contact with various immigrant groups; most notably Italians and Jews.  For some reason Wouk makes his old line Anglo hero an Irishman which weakens his already shaky premise for the attentive reader.

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     Wouk purposely makes the conflict between Queeg and his officers trivial to exploit the conclusion where the real purpose of the Pacific War is made apparent- to underscore its insignificance as compared to the destruction of the Jews in Europe.

     All the officers aboard the Caine are depicted as weak and quirky.  Decisive in scheming they are indicisive and confused in action.  The only strong character in the movie is the Jewish lawyer who defends them, although it isn’t really made clear he is Jewish as in the book.  He, of course, despised the scummy Anglos, thinks they are guilty of mutiny and gets them off because of a perverse sense of justice.

     For, while the real crux of the matter was happening in Auschwitz these guys were play acting in the Pacific War.

     As an example of how the Jewish movie moguls projected Jewish psychic needs unto the screen from their intellects to satisfy their subliminal anguish consider this:  In the 1930s two Jews created the comic book hero, Superman, as a parody of the goy.  They fashioned the features of Superman after those of the actor Fred MacMurray.  Thus in the movie a real life Jew, Jose Ferrer, acting the role of a movie Jew drives the real life gentile who was the model for the comic book hero Superman, Fred MacMurray, to his knees as the movie Anglo villain.  Thus in a subliminal projection the defeated Jew triumphs over the Nietzschean/Nazi Ubermensch reversing the facts of the War.  Very neatly done and nobody got it.

     Thus art and life fuse, after a fashion, in memory of the exterminated Jews.

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     The subliminal message for both book reader and movie goer is quite clear.  What is attempted is a sort of Freudian mind control.  Hypnotism from the printed page.

     Nevertheless after observing a whole crew walking around rolling imaginary steel balls between their fingers for a whole day Trueman mounted the ladder for the eight to twelve with a sigh of relief as the Teufelsdreck hosited anchor to head South for the Line.

     At this point the Homos activated their plans for the equatorial crossing.  Initiation was supposed to be only for one day but the pent up fury of the queers created an actual reign of terror for the three days to the Line that would have been unparalleled in an insane asylum.  The Teufelsdreck could have been called the USS Charenton for those three days.

     As strange as it may seem Captain Ratches released his authority to the homos for those three days.  He was never able to completely reestablish his authority after that.

     As stated previously there were only six men aboard below First Class who had ever seen the Southern Cross.  Yet all the men who gathered in After Steering were allowed to pass as Shellbacks.  The honest men did not contest that they were Pollywogs, but as so many men who had no claim to Shellback status claimed it there was much dissension and discord.

     True to his ideal Ratches refused to dirty his hands by associating with the crew.  He left all determinations to his Yeoman, Kanary.

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     When Kanary himself claimed Shellback status this brought up a howl of protest from Trueman.  It took no claim to genius to realize that men mostly twenty years or younger on their first tour could have been South of the Line but each case had to be specifically disproved.  Nor was this difficult but as in real courts when the judges are crooked only one verdict is possible.

     Trueman in open meeting, as it were, denied that Kanary was a Shellback.  Like all accomplished liars Kanary coolly asserted without a show of guilt that he was.

     ‘Baloney.’  Trueman averred.

     ‘I was on the cruise that had just come back when you came on board, Trueman, they visited New Zealand on that cruise.’  Kanary said with a smile.

     ‘Baloney, again, Kanary on two counts.  You came aboard just before I did and besides the ship spent all its time in Japan and patrolling off Korea.  It didn’t even go South.’

     ‘Yeah, that’s right.’  Came a couple voices.

     Kanary wasn’t stymied.  He smoothly changed his story.

     ‘Well, I did on an earlier ship before I came aboard.’

     ‘Balone three times.  You’re in for the same time I am.  This is your first enlistment.  You get out when I do so you couldn’t have been on another ship.  You’re a Pollywog.’

     Kanary had been caught in another lie.  Ever the consummate liar he without embarrassment or flinching after only a brief pause said:  ‘Well, I was on a cruise with my parents in high school and crossed the Line then.’

     ‘That too is a lie.  You always complain about how your parents are only schoolteachers and how they don’t have any money because the State doesn’t appreciate their services and they’re underpaid.’

     Then Kanary fell back on the lie of the common thief.

     ‘My parents came into a small inheritance.  That’s how they could afford it.’

     ‘Baloney forever, Kanary.  Civilian life doesn’t count.  What was their destination?’

     ‘South America.’

      ‘Where in South America?’

     ‘Caracas.’  Kanary snapped naming the first city he could think of.

     ‘Caracas isn’t below the equator.’  Trueman retorted.

    ‘Then we went to Argentina or somewhere,  It was a long time ago, I forget.’

     ‘Yeah.  High School was a long time ago.  It doesn’t count even if you did.’

     ‘It does so.’  Kanary cried shifting the argument from geography to contention.

     ‘Yes. It counts.’  Duber said supporting his own.

     The marbles were in the hands of the Homos who were organized from their nocturnal meetings and not with the straights who weren’t so the Homos carried the day.  It was the Day Of The Perverts; they would come into their own and terrorize the straights.

     Ungoverned by Captain and officers the Homos threw away all restraints.  While the Pollywogs were not required to submit to any initiation except on the day the ship crossed the Line the reins of law and authority were assumed by the Homos.  For three days the crew submitted to their reign of terror.  They allowed themselves to be abused as they would have done under no other circumstance.

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     In telling this it seems clear that this was a war between Homos and straights but such a situation was only clear to the Homos who as a secret society knew who they were; the homosexual aspects of the situation was not at all clear to the others.

     Not sure that the crew would accept their authority the Homos began slowly to test the limits.

     In this madness they selected their targets to settle old scores.  Trueman was obviously one but through chance and adroitness he evaded their hatred.  One reason he escaped was their hatred.  Kanary who assigned watches juggled the watches in such a way that Trueman stood more than his share.  Thus in every instance that the Homos prowled he was on watch.

     As they left Kwajalein Dewey also drew the eight to twelve at night.  Seemingly an impossiblity it was brought about by a change in the dinner shifts.  That shift by custom was broken in two to allow the watch to eat.  Thus instead of a four to eight evening watch there was a four to six and a six to eight.  Thus by shifting the dinner watches the sequence of watches were reversed.  Those who had just been on watch came back on.

     The watches were causing Trueman logistical problems.  Because of watches, work and dinner it was difficult for him to find time to shower.  As it was imperative to him to be clean, especially in the torrid tropical heat, he was in a quandary.

     As he stood on watch he pondered his dilemma.  At sea every night was broken by a watch so that getting proper rest was impossible.  One was either retiring at twelve, getting up to stand the twelve to four or rousted at at three-thirty to stand the four to eight.  Trueman like his sleep which he wasn’t getting.

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     As he stared out glumly wondering how to shower and get sleep he realized he would have to give up some of the sleep which he wasn’t getting.

     His reasoning proved to be faulty because as he stepped into the showers he found the arch queers Paul Duber and Peter Erect in the back stalls.

     Forced sex and rape was part and parcel of their method.  They quickly learned that at sea where need forced changes in customs men were compelled to shower at odd hours after the changing of the guard for the twelve to four.  As sexual predators they hoped to take advantage of these isolated sailors.

     One of the things a Navy man is always advised is that if you drop your soap in the shower don’t bend over to pick it up.  To this time Dewey had thought this was just some kind of Navy humor.

     Duber and Erect had stopped the drains so that there was four inches of water sloshing back and forth as the ship rolled.  It was very easy to slip and fall in the soapy water.  They stood leering at Trueman with sex crazed eyes.

     ‘Careful you don’t drop your soap.’ Duber suggested leeringly.

    At that point Trueman realized that the statement was not a joke.  These guys meant to bugger him if he bent over.  There would be no witnesses; it would be Trueman’s word against theirs if he chose to report it.  Had he chosen to report such an incident the shame would have redounded on himself.  Unlike women who draw sympathy for a sexual violation a man becomes a laughing stock.  Therefore prevention was imperative as there was no cure.

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     It became apparent why there was four inches of water in the shower when Trueman dropped his soap.  Dewey used 99 44/100% pure Ivory so at least the soap floated; but as the ship rolled his soap floated under the divider to starboard and back again to port, you couldn’t catch it with your foot.  Standing in soapy water was precarious business so that more concentration was necessary to retrieve the soap than to watch you ass.  Diabolically clever fellows Duber and Erect.

     At first Trueman turned his rectum to the aisle to bend over intending to support himself with one hand on the bulkhead but one look at the expectant leering faces of Duber and Erect standing ready to pounce convinced him that ‘Don’t bend over to pick up your soap, was pertinent advice rather than a joke.

     He carefully turned placing his rectum against the bulkhead attempting a different balancing act in the rolling soapy water.  He missed his first couple passes at the soap almost falling over to the amusement of the queer duo.  Then he placed his hand on the ledge of the basin to steady himself retrieving his soap without mishap.

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     ‘You almost lost your virginity- if you are one.’  Erect quipped.

     Considering he had showered enough for one evening Dewey stepped out of the showers saying:  ‘You queers better watch your step.’

     ‘No.  You better watch yours Pollywog.’  Duber said threateningly.  ‘You better watch who you call queer.’

     ‘I was looking at you.’  Dewey said with disgust as he walked off.

     ‘God, I can’t believe a man has to live this way.  He lamented as he climbed into his bunk amid the stench of unwashed and farting bodies.  ‘But I ain’t got no choice unless I die today.’

The Man Who Shook The World

For even if they should say something true, one who loves the Truth should not, even so, agree with them.  For not all true things are the Truth nor should that truth which seems true according to human opinions be preferred to the true Truth- that according to the faith.

-Clement of Alexandria

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     Clement was a man defending orthodox Christianity against not only the Pagans but competing Christian sects.  Here he enunciates the credo of the true believer- it is True because we believe it, any other opinion even if true must be considered false according to the faith.

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     In the twentieth century the Jewish comic Woody Allen has a scene in one of his movies where some Jewish men are discussing things at a seder.  Allen has one say that he would take God over the Truth.  Or, like Clement he would sacrifice Reason for Superstition.

     There we have the crux of the matter.  To criticize Jews is to criticize God in the Jewish mind.  The inevitable result is anti-Semitism.  Thereon hangs the whole of Jewish history.  It is to be devoutly hoped that the following discussion will not be defamed as Semites vs. Anti-Semites but approved as Reason vs. Superstition.  After all in the Age of Science one would hope that Superstition is a thing of the past.

     The argument will center on the ideas and career of Sigmund Freud- the man who shook the world.  But first the world will have to be placed in the context of competing viewpoints within a Jewish context.

     For many millennia the role of Science was given a subsidiary position below that of Religion.  The knowledge of God was used to deny true knowledge because it conflicted with the true Truth of faith.

     In this environment the Jews were advantageously placed to dispute with Roman Catholics.  After all Catholicism used the Jewish texts as its Holy Scripture.  Thus in debating contests with Catholicism the Jews almost always came out the winners.  This gave them great pride as being superior to the Gentiles.  Their very high opinion of themselves seemed justified.

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     Had things remained a matter of faith the Jewish opinion of themselves would probably still be unchallenged.  However Science which had been treated by the Church more roughly than the Jews refused to be suppressed.  Actually a higher percentage of Scientists were persecuted to death by the Church than Jews but this fact has to my knowledge never even been considered.

     The rise of Science in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries not only shook the faith of Catholicism to its roots but actually cast Judaism into the dust bin of history.  With the rise of Science the Semitic religions became irrelevant.  They could not win any debates with Science.

     In the many crises of the Jewish soul this was a very signficant one.  It caused the breakup of medieval Judaism.  For the first time the Jews left their ghettoes and attemped to enter the mainstream of European life.

     The Talmud which the Jews had always considered the repository of all true wisdom and knowledge now appeared to enlightened Jews to be the collection of nonsense the goys had always claimed it was.

     As the Jews then, began to enter the mainstream of European society they did so consciously as inferiors trying to impose themselves with their old dignity on superiors.  The Talmud was useless to them in argument; they could only embrace the alien ideology of Science and try to excel the European originators of it.

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     Bearing in mind their desire to avenge themselves on the European by befuddling them because of their expulsion from Spain they campaigned  politically, economically and intellectually.

     The first major attempt was that of Karl Marx who espoused ‘scientific’ socialism which was superior to ‘utopian’ socialism.  Thus a Jewish social system supposedly scientifically constructed was placed in opposition to a European social system.

     In the realm of Physics Einstein managed what seemed to be a more accurate description of reality.  So in politics and physics the Jews had established a seeming scientific superiority.

    At the same time as Einstein, Sigmund Freud coalesced a theory of psychology that was superior to all that had gone before it.

     All three men tried to turn their achievements to the benefit of the Jews.  As much as anything this was the cause of the two European wars as Hitler so accurately recognized.

     As a little aside it is interesting to note the career of Immanuel Velikovsky.  Like Einstein Velikovsky was a very competent scientist.  But whereas Einstein stopped short at attempting the prove the veracity of Genesis and Exodus Velikovsky plowed straight ahead.  Using his vast Scientific skills to attempt to validate the literal accuracy of every fable he broke on the rack of superstition.  Still, he wrote some very entertaining books.

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     The influence of Sigmund Freud on psychology has been immense while that influence has been almost entirely of a negative character.  The increase in crime can be attributed to his theories.  Certainly the self-centered attitude of the homosexuals aboard the Teufelsdreck is about to lead to crimes and thwarted crimes which can be laid to Freud’s ideas and career in light of his milieu.

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     One of Freud’s discoveries was the neurotic need to repeat.  In other words, the subject repeatedly acts out the encysted subconsious fixation in an attempt to exorcise or realize it.  This phenomenon applies to groups as well as individuals.  In national groups it is called the ‘national character.’  In other words, a people must always act out its chracteristic view of reality, the true Truth of the faith vs. the actual state of things.

     The Jews by and large have been a Stateless people since their origins.  If one takes Genesis as fact, and it is psychological fact for sure, the Jews enter history ‘On The Road’ having been expelled from Ur of the Chaldees.  The theme of expulsion is a repeating figure in Jewish history.  They are never tolerated for long.

     If we take the Jewish historian, Josephus at face value they were expelled from Ur because of the jealousy of the Chaldean astronomers who were angry at Abram’s superior skills.  The Chaldeans were known as the foremost astronomers of the ancient world so the Jewish ego must excel them.

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     The Jews then go to Egypt which was the home of the greatest magicians.  After having outperformed Pharaoh’s magicians at feats of magic they take to the road again fleeing Egypt.

     Thus the main tenets of the Jewish character are fixed.  They see themselves as an invasive people who are naturally superior to any people whose territory they invade.  These two themes repeat and repeat.

     Thus in the nineteenth century when the Jews move West out of the Pale of Settlement into Vienna the migration must be seen as an invasion of a hostile people intent on taking over the State as in Ur or Egypt.

     A historical characteristic of Jewish invasions is that they are not usually militaristic but infiltratory.  Like the military invasion of Hungary by the Magyars the Jewish invasion of Vienna was no less belligerent and exhibited the same needs to impose its culture.

     In the biblical account of the invasion of Palestine the Jews put entire peoples to the sword to make living space for themselves.  Thus they committed genocide several times over.  It was not possible to exterminate the Viennese.  Not on short order, anyway.

     The bulk of the Jewish people in the world prior to 1700 had been collected in Eastern Europe in what became known as the Pale of Settlement.  This was mainly in eastern Poland and western Russia.  When Poland was partitioned between Russia, Austria and Germany in the eighteenth century Austria acquired a large Jewish population in Galicia and its other Eastern provinces.

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     The Western Jews already realized that the great challenge to their sense of superiority came from science.  What is called the Emancipation of the Jews was done by the French Revolution c. 1789-93.  The Emancipation allowed the Jews to begin participation in European society.  Thus the Jewish intellect came into conflict with the European intellect.  In Germany this created a reaction called the Kulterkamph.  The Germans opposed Kultur to Semitism.  Semitism is the Jewish name for their intellect.  Hence anti-Semitism came into existence.

     Once within the Austrian Empire the Jews began to migrate toward its capitol, Vienna.

     The Austro-Hungarian Empire was already an unwieldy amalgam of disputing nationalities and races.  Its German governors had their hands full.

     Unable to destroy the Germans by the sword the Jews made a cultural assault on the institutions of the Empire.  Blows against the Empire.  They pitted the Jewish intellect, Semitism, against the German intellect, Kultur.  Freud who fully understood the meaning of Kultur wrote a book denouncing it- Civilization And Its Discontents.

     Now, Jews are not smarter than anyone else although the mythology of the West so asserts.  In fact, the Jews are not under the same constraints as the indigenous peoples.  Thus, the Jews were always a free, if circumscribed, people.  The indigenous peoples were seldom as free and just as circumscribed.  Medieval Europe had been a caste society in which only a certain caste had freedom of movement.  The Russian Serfs were both unfree and circumscribed until 1861 when they were nominally, at least, freed although not allowed to freely participate in society.  Other European peasants had a role akin to the American Negro of 1900 in the South who were supposed to know their place and keep it.

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     Thus a university education was beyond the aspirations of the indigenous lower classes but open to Jews of any class.  It doesn’t take a genius to realize that social advancement is much facilitated by a college degree.  The Jews accordingly flooded European Universities in greatly disproportionate numbers to their population.  Any Jew could thus place himself above the majority of the indigenous population.

     It was inevitable that they should be disproportionately represented in law, the judiciary, medicine, education, the arts and all prestigious occupations.  As Semitism was unassimilable to Kultur it was inevitable that if the invasion was not resisted Semitism would prevail over the Kultur giving the war to the Jews who would then have conquered the indigenes.  This left the Germans in a difficult situation.  They must either discriminate against the invaders, kill them or go under.

     Given more freedom of movement than the indigenous population and possessing a universal language, Yiddish, they could form the business corps of any community unrestrained by the business mores of the indigenous peoples.  They could make their own rules, upsetting established traditions and customs as in ancient Egypt and Chaldea.

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The Swimming Hole

by

R.E. Prindle

Clip 2: Continuation and Conclusion

     While their land was returned to them they had lost all desire to return to their former way of life.  All travel broadens and the sojourn in Boston had been very broadening.  Jorge was embittered and full of hatred for the ‘White man’, but his spirit was also thoroughly cowed.  He always remained humble and submissive before Whites but this was his economic asset.  In many ways he became a clown and entertainer for them.  The response is not unusual when faced by seemingly overwhelming power.

     Benito returned to the States in ’48 no less angry and embittered.  The American Japanese in Japan had been in a difficult position which produced a unique psychological type.  They had been unwanted by Whites.  On the one hand they had not been allowed to become citizens of the United States while on the other the Japanese government didn’t want them as citizens of Japan but wanted to claim them as overseas Japanese citizens.  Thus when Benito among thousands of others returned to Japan for japanification he and they were not trusted or wanted by the Japanese.  They were followed and spied on, which, of course, such spying could have been the normal situation in Japan as it is now in the United States.  The American Japanese had definitely fared better in the the US than the Nisei in Japan.  Generally speaking they were neither here nor there.  As it was expressed they had an American center and a Japanese exterior neither of which was acceptable in the respective countries.

    Thus as the Sukamotos began their import business Benito or Ben as he was now known was well prepared to deal with the Japanese contacts and Jorge, which he now pronounced George, with his attitude was able to deal very productively with his fellow Americans.  They wanted to make amends and Jorge was a lovable guy who seemed to reciprocate their kindness.

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     In retrospect Jorge could see no reason for the internment of the Japanese.  The internment is a complex issue when one looks into it and the decision to do it was not without reasons.  The PC version is that the reason was purely White bigotry and greed.  Whites wanted all those Japanese iceboxes left behind.  There are some complex economic issues involved that I can’t go into in this novel.

     The reality was far more complex.  It can only be understood in historical perspective.  For two hundred years prior to 1853 the Japanese had closed their borders insulating the country from foreign influences.  When Admiral Perry violated Japanese integrity forcing them into the community of nations at cannon point in 1853 he set in motion a sequence of events that led inexorably to Pearl Harbor.

     The Japanese responded to Perry’s act of agression by aggressive westernization.  They realized the inadequacy of their military, political and social organization to deal with a more advanced system.  The 1860s, ’70s and ’80s were spent educating themselves.  The studied the Western nations noting their strengths and weaknesses.  By 1895 they had successfully attacked their giant neighbor, China, repeating a sixteenth century act, receiving a huge indemnity.  They then challenged Russia for control of Manchuria.  This was successfully brought to a conclusion in 1905 as Japan became recognized as a major power.

     Japanese hatred which by then had become megalomaniacal was then directed against the United States and England.  Americans had further exacerbated the Japanese attitude by a gratuitous act of violence which turned out very favorably for the Japanese.  The Planters who accupied Hawaii established large sugar and pineapple plantations which required large numbers of laborers.  They could only be found in the East.  Mexico was too far away.  The Planters first tried the Chinese.  They didn’t want these colored people to stay but when their contracts expired the Chinese refused to go back to China.

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     The Planters then turned eyes on Japan.  They requested, perhaps demanded, that the Japanese give them laborers.  The Japanese having just come out of isolation refused.  The Planters then sent a ship to Yokohama where they forcibly abducted over a hundred persons.  A light went on in the minds of the Japanese leaders.  They weren’t stupid, just short.  Japanese laborers went to Hawaii and they did come back when their contracts expired.  The Planters did pay well; much more than could be earned in Japan.  The laborers lived frugally returning with substantial bankrolls thus strengthening the Japanese economy.  In this sense the US bankrolled WWII in the Pacific much as they are now bankrolling the Chinese by transferring all production to China.

     But each passing year many more Japanese went out than came back.  The Japanese became the largest nationality in the Islands.  Just as the Japanese began to look on Hawaii as their prerogative the Planters became alarmed at the Japanese presence.  In 1896 the Planters rejected a shipload of Japanese sending them back.  A Japanese warship was promptly in Pearl Harbor demanding an explanation.  The Planters turned to the United States with the result that the independent kingdom of Hawaii was annexed to the United States.  The Japanese who thought they had a valid claim to the Islands because, after all, the Japanese were the most numerous nationality , refused to accept the action of the United States.  To this day they feel the islands belong to them.  They almost got them during their late twentieth century period of prosperity.

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     Bolstered by their success against China Japanese spirits soared, after the conquest of Manchuria the Japanese felt invincible.  They had studied American History.  They had noted that the Americans infiltrated Texas until they had the numerical strength to wrest it from Mexico.  They were in a position to do to the same to America in California.

     Thus about 1900 Japanese began to take advantage of America’s ridiculous immigration policy arriving in numbers.  The White Californians had already experienced one oriental threat.  When the Chinese began to arrive in numbers in mid-nineteenth century the Californians had acted quickly obtaining a Chinese Exclusion Act in 1882.  The cry had been taken up that California was ‘White man’s country.’  There can be little doubt to any reasonable person that if the Chinese had not been excluded the West Coast today would be a Chinese province.  This may or may not be desirable depending on your perspective.

     Regardless of one’s opinion the West Coast was kept an American province.  The Japanese who began to arrive were almost entirely male.  The Californians believed that they were paramilitary troops, especially in the wake of the Russo-Japanese war.  There can’t be much doubt that they were right.  The population of California at the time of the Chinese Exclusion was around a half million and in 1900 around a million.  One doesn’t have to be all that mathematically inclined to realize that a half million Japanese men could cause quite a disturbance.  The Californians lobbied hard to stop Japanese immigration before it attained those numbers.  They were partially successful when Theodore Roosevelt entered into the ‘Gentlemen’s Agreement’ to limit Japanese immigration.

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     Fearing that an invasion was probable the Californians began a series of legislative acts to harass the Japanese, to deny them access to power.  An antagonism was established which ended only with the conclusion of the Pacific War.  Even T. Roosevelt realized in 1908 that a war between the US and Japan was inevitable.  He gave it thirty years which wasn’t too far off the mark.

     As Japanese power increased so did Californians’ vigilance.  In 1910 Japan annexed Korea.  For some reason the Koreans do not have fond memories of the Japanese occupation.  One imagines the situation would have been the same with the Japanese in control of California.  The Japanese joined in the Great War which meant nothing to them to obtain Germany’s Far East and Pacific possessions.

     The paramilitary troops that came over in the first decade of the century had no women.  If they left the US to procure one they were denied reentry.  Thus the period of Picture Brides began.  In the years around 1920 Japanese women began to arrive which prompted a new series of repressive legislation.  The Californians harried the Japanese like a professional football offense against a high school defense.

    An uneasy truce was established through the thirties as the Japanese ‘illegally’ fortified their newly acquired German islands like Iwo.  When Pearl Harbor was bombed the Californians could say with justice:  We were right all along.  We told you so.

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     The Nisei, or first generation of Amerian born Japanese, were of a different frame of mind than the Issei or Island born Japanese.  Therein is the real crux of the problem.  Japanese language papers were bilingual, partially in Japanese, partially in English.  Now, the United States government was not all that stupid either.  They read the papers in both languages.  While the American portion was innocuous and innocent the Japanese portion was a blood curdling call to arms to support Japanese worldwide objectives.  Thus, regardless of whether in retrospect the internment was necessary it was justified on the basis of the attitude of the Issei who  Californians had called paramilitary troops.

     After all the Japanese did expect their nationals to revolt in Hawaii supporting the attack.  The shelling of Santa Barbara by a submarine was probably intended for San Pedro which would have been the signal for an uprising in LA much as Homer Lea had warned about in 1910.  So also the shelling on the Oregon coast.  The expectation of the rising was unrealistic  but so was the whole Japanese war plan.

     Within the camps the Japanese nationalists fought for control.  After the war many of the Issei repatriated to Japan.  Whether one wants to argue whether the internment was justified or not, war is hell, mistakes are made.

     Jorge didn’t take a historical view.  He had not been interned but he refused to examine the problem from any point of view but his injured national pride.  None of his subseqent excellent good fortune mattered to him.  Neither the money nor his family was allowed to assuage his anger.  Jorge had married a Jewish woman by the name of Piti.  If anything she exacerbated Jorge’s anger for she added the whole train of Jewish anguish to Jorge’s Japanese one.  Jorge was constantly on the lookout to humiliate Whites in the same manner he felt he had been humiliated.  This meant leasing to novices, acquiring what money they had and then turning them out.

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     He and Ben were very aggressive in business.  They expanded well ahead of their resources counting on the leniency of their White bankers which they always received.

     At the time they bought the building which they renamed Pilgrim’s Center Portland’s downtown area had gone through massive changes which put it on the brink of extinction.  Dozens of square blocks of high density housing had been leveled to build a freeway bypass on the west of the core area.  Dozens more square blocks to the southeast of downtown had been leveled by Urban Renewal to build office buildings and high rise apartments.

     The Lloyd Shopping Center had been built to the northeast.  A pedestrian mall had been built down Fifth and Sixth which closed some doors because of contruction woes and changed traffic patterns so that some businesses formerly profitable were no longer so.  The rational was that to make an omelette you have to crack a few eggs.  Of course, someone else’s eggs were cracked but the omelet went to other people who didn’t pay for the eggs.  Fairness doctrine.

     There were several empty buildings on Third and Fourth.  Pilgrims, on Tenth, was completely outside normal shopping patterns.  It was at this time the Sukamotos bought Pilgrim’s and Dewey expanded his operation to Portland from Eugene.

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     Dewey’s success in Eugene had been won against the wishes of the Old Boy Network.  While the Japanese Sukamotos had been given lavish credit and terms, the White Boy, Dewey, hadn’t been able to raise a dime.  All his expansion had been internally financed.

      When he had approached Universal National Bank he had been severely rebuffed.  Brian Ashworth his loan officer, had been instructed by the Old Boys, of which the officers of UNB were pillars, to tell Trueman in no uncertain terms  that not only was there no money to loan him but that he was not even to attempt expansion or else.  Trueman had been so informed.  But what’s a poor boy without friends to do?  Go ahead.

     Dewey approached Tom Adams of Bashaw and Bashaw to help him find a location in Portland.  Dewey knew that B&B was Old Boy but he trusted to his luck for another end run.  The Old Boys played with him.  He was put in the hands of Dorian King, a large property owner in Portland.

     King showed him a couple of his properties on Third and Fourth which no longer had traffic but they weren’t what Dewey had in mind.  He could see that they were suicide locations.  King did have an empty space on Sixth above Alder which was the core of the core.  Dewey eagerly grasped for it but King rented it to a brokerage firm, Barton-Osborne, with the explanation that BO was permanent while Dewey wasn’t.  The joke was that BO went broke and was gone within a year.

     Dewey complained to Adams about the run around.  The papers had gone through on Sukamoto’s building so as a favor to them Trueman was given to them as a gift by the Old Boy Network.

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     As noted the Jewish Network had labeled Trueman as an anti-Semite because of the hostility of Harry Grabstein in Eugene.  Such accusations are automatically accepted, Trueman had no opportunity for defense or appeal.  As an outlaw he had even no avenue of complaint.  We Americans know how to deal with our bigots.  In reverse Nazism we turn them over to the minorities to torment.

     It is always assumed that if, for instance, one were an anti-Semite that that antagonism is extended to every other ‘minority.’  Thus Dorian King was Jewish.  He had gotten a few kicks running Trueman around.  The Old Boy and Jewish Networks had gotten a few chuckles. 

      All of these people despised Trueman’s abilities.  They thought his success had been all luck.  They didn’t think he had the chance of a snowball in Jamaica to succeed in Portland.  So they thought if the Sukamotos made a few bucks off him so much the better.  In fact expansion might be a way to get rid of him.  Many successful businesses failed in the expansion attempt.

     The Sukamotos were just beginning the conversion of Pilgrim’s into an indoor mall.  The center would require over a year before it was open but as Dewey wanted a large space he was told he could have a corner with an outside entrance in the meantime.

     He was in a hurry.  He was fearful that the record business was about to peak which it was .  Tenth was a nice broad street with plenty of vacant parking at the time.  Dewey said he would take it.  Once again negotiations dragged on and on.

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     Trueman reported to Sukamoto World Headquarters once a week for over a month.  Negotiations were carried on in broom closets and interrogation like cells, no windows,  with a single naked light bulb hanging from the ceiling.  Jorge and Ben sat across from him over a plain wooden table and wooden chairs.  Ben said nothing staring at Dewey with unblinking intensity.  Jorge was garrolous although mysterious.  He plied Dewey with endless questions but gave out an amazing amount of information about he and Ben, where they came from and where they hoped to go.

     Dewey had Jorge figured at a glance.  His past was as plain on his face as Dewey considered his own to be.  Dewey recognized that they were brothers in experience and acted accordingly.  Oddly enough Jorge was not so astute.  There was a glass wall between him and any White man.

     Finally, the lease having been signed Dewey was led from the interrogation cell to Jorge’s desk.  The desk was in the center of a large dormitory like room surrounded by the desks of the White bookkeepers, buyers and clerks.  Jorge had no Japanese working for him.

     Ben’s desk was to the left a couple feet behind Jorge’s.  Ben took up a position leaning forward from the edge of his seat staring intently into Dewey’s face.  Dewey flashed a grin at him aware of the game.

     He looked ahead of him and there hung conspicuously on a post before his visitor’s chair was a framed copy of the LA evacuation notice.  Dewey who had never seen one examined it closely.  The poster with absurd apologetic politeness requested the assembly of Los Angeles’ Japanese population for transfer to the internment camps all in English.  Dewey knew what it was there for.  After the treatment he had received from the Sukamotos he was spoiling for a fight.  He had the upper hand.  He could easily win the battle but he would lose the war.

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     ‘What do you think of that?’  Jorge asked his test question but he didn’t make a gesture indicating the poster.

    ‘What do I think of what?’  Dewey replied guardedly, wary of a trap.

     ‘That.’  Jorge said, pointing at the poster.

     Dewey recognized a kindred spirit in Jorge.  He realized that they had both suffered the same denial.  It was clear that they were both trying to prove themselves.  Jorge had accepted the role of inferior which he expressed in his clownish persona with the seat of his pants hanging down nearly to his ankles, his sweater with gaping holes in it, his ridiculous scraggly Abe Lincoln beard, his trademark well chewed, unlit stogee and exaggerated manner of speech.

     Dewey was more into aggressive self-assertion as he overdressed in high style fitted suits.  Everything about him offered a challenge to those trained to social acceptability.  He knew that even if Jorge recognized the affinity, which he did but refused to accept, that he would opt to side with oppressor.  Jorge had rather be a successful clown to his oppressors than stand a free man.  Dewey knew what it meant to be a clown for acceptance, traces still lingered in his personality but he sought to exorcise them.

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     ‘I’ve never really seen one of the posters before.’  He replied amiably.  ‘Not very good art work.  I thought you were from Portland, I didn’t know you were from LA.’

     Jorge ostentatiously cleared his throat.  ‘I’m not.  I wasn’t there.’

     ‘Oh well, what camp were you in?’

     ‘Uh, hum.  I wasn’t in any camp.’

     ‘No?  Where were you during the war?’

     ‘I was in Boston.’  Jorge cleared his throat and looked away.  ‘I was earning my degree from Harvard.’

     ‘Oh!’  Dewey exclaimed, envy flashing through his mind.  ‘Well, then, what’s your complaint?’

     ‘Don’t you think it was terrible what they did to my people?’  Jorge pressed.

     ‘You ever been in the orphanage?’  Dewey threw out irrelevantly.  ‘Well, yes, but there was a reason.’  Dewey said matter-of-factly.

     ‘Sure there was, racism.’  Jorge said sullenly.  ‘The only reason they dropped the atomic bomb on us was because we’re colored.’  Jorge added forgetting his pure Americanism for an instant in favor of Pan-Japanism.

     ‘That is absolutely not true.’  Dewey stated.

     Jorge who had been lounging in his chair lunged upright.  ‘It certainly is.  White Americans would never have used the Atom bomb on White Germans.’

     ‘If you examined the history of the Bomb, Jorge, I think you would find that its destined use was against Germany.  It’s just that the war against Germany ended before the Bomb was ready.’

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     ‘That’s nonsense.’  Jorge retorted indignantly.

     ‘No.  It’s not, Jorge, just listen.’  Ben leaned closed, Jorge glared at Dewey intently.

     ‘The A-Bomb is wholly a Jewish discovery.  The preliminary work was developed in Germany.  The theory was what the Nazis called ‘Jewish physics.’  They ran the Atomic theorists out of Germany.  The Jews went to England and mostly to the United States.  By the late thirties when Nazi antagonism to the Jews became apparent the Jews had the basic theory for the development of the Bomb, the Super-Weapon, but they didn’t have the means to build it or deliver it.

     After the war started and Hitler’s intent became clear Jewish fear demanded the weapon.  FDR was approached to fund the Atomic program but he failed to see the Bomb’s utility.  Another Jew was detailed by the Jewish government to persuade FDR to fund the program which he successfully did.

     Thus the theory, the implementation of the program, the scientists and even the spies were all Jews.  Just as the Germans were rounding up Jews in Europe so the Jews in America wanted camps established for those who didn’t accept their program.  Or as the Jews call them, anti-Semites.  Now, the Jews didn’t care about America’s enemy, Japan, they were only concerned with their enemy Nazi Germany.

     They had devised incredible punishments for Germany.  Had American power been completely at their disposal they would have had the Germans exterminated.  Henry Morgenthau, Jr., the same patriotic American who gave the Soviets the plates, dyes and paper to print American occupation currency, wanted to turn Germany into a desert.

     Had the Bomb been ready in time they would have.  If there had only been one sample available it would have been used against Germany rather than Japan.  Had two been available they would both have been used against Germany.

    If the Japanese had devised the Bomb you may be sure that would have been racists enough to use it against the US population without any remorse.

     Even then, Jorge, and this is an odd historical fact, the Bombs were deployed over Nagasaki and Hiroshima which were both centers of Japanese Catholicism or Christianity.  So, no, Jorge, there was no racism involved, it was just that the German war was over before the Bomb was ready.  However, they may have been some religious bigotry involved of some sort.’

      Jorge stared at Trueman dumbly.  No White man he had over known had ever defended himself before.  Lacking the information to affirm or argue he just waved Trueman’s discussion away.

     ‘That’s not the only thing they did to my people.’  Jorge retorted indignantly shifting to a different tack and forgetting again that he was a pure American.  ‘In 1906, maybe ‘o5 or ’07 they made the Japanese attend segregated schools in San Francisco.  They said we weren’t good enough to sit with White people.’

     ‘Yeah, I know.’  Dewey said laconically.  He had been a History major and still read.  He knew a little and thought indenpendently, not having been cowed in graduate school.

     ‘Don’t you think that’s terrible?’

     ‘Yes, I do.  I think it’s worse than terrible, especially since a very similar thing happened to me.  But, so what.  No one I’ve ever met wants to hear my story or give me sympathy for a minute.  They say it happens to everybody; just the wear and tear of living.  I can’t give to you who are on their side what you won’t give to me.’

     Jorge sat erect quivering; Ben’s normally impassive expression was turned into a smiling unbelieving sneer.

     ‘How could any such thing happen to you? You’re White.’  Jorge spat out contemptuously.

      Dewey’s mind clicked into place behind the first chamber.  He knew then that he hated the Sukamotos.  Here was a man before him demanding sympathy for what happened not to him but to others of ‘his people’ but refusing sympathy for a harsher reality.  Dewey looked up from under his brows and pressed the crease of the knee of his pants between his thumb and forefinger.

     ‘I was in the orphanage, Jorge.’  He said very quietly, seriously enough to have put Sukamoto on notice.

     ‘That’s nothing!’  Snapped Sukamoto whose mind was so twisted by his own self-pity that he was insensitive to anyone else’s misfortunes.

     ‘No?  Well, it is something, Jorge.’  Trueman contradicted quietly.  ‘I know first hand what you can only talk about as happening to ‘your people.’  That is exactly what is nonsense.’

     ‘You weren’t ever in a concentration camp.’  Jorge said defensively.

     ‘Neither by your own admission were you, Jorge.  You were partying at Harvard University.  The orphanage is a concentration camp.  I’m not sure any ‘American citizen’ was in a concentration camp.  If an American says he was he’s a liar.’

     ‘How about Hitler’s camps?’ Jorge persisted tacitly acknowledging the international character of the Jews.

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     ‘Well, now, if you want to talk about one’s ‘people’, Jorge, my people were slaughtered in the millions by Nazis, Communists and Japanese.’

      ‘You’re not Jewish.’  Jorge persisted contemptuously and irrelevantly.

     ‘No, I’m not.  But I am Polish…’

     The Sukamotos laughed out loud.  ‘Trueman’s not a Polish name.  Was it Truemanski before you changed it?’

     ‘This is America, Jorge, you’ve got to look behind the facade.  Trueman isn’t Polish but Sepaniak is.  That was my mother’s maiden name.  My mother divorced before I was three.  We went to live with my Polish grandmother before I was put in the orphanage.  So my Polish people were slaughtered by the million.  But I’m not Polish or English, I’m American Jorge.

      What was experienced in internecine European warfare had nothing to do with immigrants who left for America of any those nationalities.  You are of Japanese ancestry yet you told me that you are different from native Japanese.  You are a loyal American you say yet at the same time the Bomb was dropped on ‘your people.’  Well, you’re either Japanese or American.  Jew or American.  You can’t claim dual citizenship.  If so you might as well claim as John Donne:  No man is an island…Send not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.  In that case we are all one, races, nationalities, religions don’t matter.  Which is it?  Take your choice.

     Besides which the orphanage was a type of concentration camp.  We were segregated from the general population and told we were inferior.  We were made to wear funny clothing just as the Jews were made to wear the yellow star.  We were told that we could neither speak to or associate with non-orphans.  In spite of the sacred Judeo-Christian repository of morality which repeatedly inveighs against depriving orphans of their rights we were deprived of our rights.

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     You, who graduated from Harvard, during the war with Japan, mention the segregation of Japanese children in 1906.  That incident didn’t even go on for weeks, furthermore it didn’t happen to you, Jorge Sukamoto.  As you say, it happened to ‘your people’ who were Japanese citizens, not even Americans.  If you want prejudice, the Japanese didn’t even want Westerners walking on their sacred soil.

     Let me tell you what happened to me.  Me, Jorge, myself, my person, not a hundred years ago or to persons in some far off land, but to me in the here and now in the USA.

     I’ve heard Jews and Italians become tearful because they were once called a kike or wop.  Some tragedy.  We were called worse.  They, at least, had the support of their own community, their Anti-Defamation Leagues, their Mafias or whatever.  We Orphans had nothing!  Not even group solidarity.  We were outside the law.  We belittled each other more than others belittled us which was considerable.  I know you understand that, Jorge.

     The Jews complain that in Poland they had a Jew bench against the wall in school that they were compelled to sit on.  Well, we had an orphan wall against which we had to sit.  Not just one month or one year but all year, every year.  At recess we were compelled to sit on a bench watching the others play.  If we tried to friendly with anyone we were beaten.  We were compelled to use the alleys to walk to school, Jorge.  We weren’t allowed to be seen on the city streets.  If we did venture onto the streets, Mr Sukamoto, we were beaten.  We were beaten, Mr. Sukamoto, and I don’t mean by kids our own size.  I mean grown men ran, dashed across streets to hit us around, driving us back into the alleys.  You don’t know how my heart bleeds for your poor ‘people’ Mr. Harvard Graduate Sukamoto.

     Now, when you were a Japanese at Harvard during a war with Japan were you ever physically assaulted?  I didn’t think so.  Well, who do you think was persecuting we orphans?  No, not Japanese, there weren’t any in the Valley.  But don’t think it was only Anglos, Jorge.  Even as the horrors of the Nazis unfolded some who persecuted us were Jews.  Some were Italians proud to do the dirty work granted them by Anglos.  They were all of them, Anglos or minorities proud, eager to beat up small orphan children.  Yes, the truth is incredible isn’t it?

     Don’t you sneer at my experience, Sukamoto.

     So, sure, never send for whom the bell tolls, I’ve sympathy for you, the Jews, the Blacks.  it’s just that except for possibly the Blacks I don’t think you’ve got a hell of a lot of room to talk.  None of your ‘people’s’ internal histories show that you’re such kind and generous people, you all persecute who you’re able.  I don’t see persecution, Jorge, I just see a lot of rotten people throwing rocks at each other.  So, yeah, I can sympathize with your stupid poster but, so what?’

     ‘I don’t believe you.’  Jorge blurted out heatedly.  ‘That stuff couldn’t ever happen to Whites in America.  This is a White country.  You’re White, not colored.  It couldn’t have happened in America.’

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    ‘You calling me a liar, Sukamoto?  You think I’d bother to make this stuff up to entertain a non-entity like you.  You’re colored, sure but you’re one of the Old Boys.  You’re treated better than me by the Whites you hate.  They’ve turned me over to you to be exploited.  You think because I’m not dark complected my origins don’t show?

     How do you think I got this hang-dog expression on my face?  How do you think I got this stupid apologetic manner, my infernal politeness to creeps?  The same way you got yours, Jorge.  Only I’m not a wimp.  I don’t go around complaining like a limping, whimpering dog.  I walk like a man, I don’t live my life on my knees before the oppressor like you do, Sukamoto.’

     Dewey was getting a little heated, his voice rose and he began to tremble over his whole body.  He began to actually bounce in his chair.

     ‘Do you know what they used to do, Sukamoto?  I probably know more about fine things than you do.  Do you know how I learned?  They used to take small groups of us to teas in the best homes in the Valley.  They used to show us all their little treasures, indicating the finer points.  They laughed at our gauche manners, then when we were dismissed we were told that this life style, those things, were never meant for scum like us, that we could never have them, would be allowed to have them.  All that imprinted a sullen expectation on my face, my walk, my talk, my behavior.  Not everyone can see it but people in the right places see it and it is a signal to deny me because their class has stigmatized me.  What you see before you Sukamoto is not me but the product of your machinations.

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     Now, our characters are quite similar, Sukamoto, but you benefit from the treatment the Japanese received during the war.  I have forever been made an outcast.  Why do you think you got me?

     You say this Mr. Whatisname at Universal National Bank has always treated you Japanese kindly; that he’s given you loans that you weren’t entitled to  in amounts in excess of what you were entitled to.  Well, you’re colored and I’m White, Jorge, but I don’t get any loans at all and I’ve got a very successful business.  They just play despicable games with me.  So who’s discriminated against?  Colored boy like you, or White boy like me?’

     But Jorge Sukamoto’s life was bracketed by his self-pity.  He couldn’t sympathize with any White person even though a brother under the skin.  He couldn’t see that as a universal soldier his color didn’t matter.  He was of the the class that persecuted Dewey.  Dewey saw him merely as an Old Boy oppressor not as a colored person.  Jorge couldn’t perceive America in its true light.  He was a bigot.

     ‘I don’t care.  You’re White.’   He limped.

     Dewey got up to leave with his signed lease in his hand, ‘By the way, I’d take that stupid poster down if I were you.’

     Jorge snarled into the holes of his sweater than played his trump.   ‘By the way Dewey,’ he said with a wry smile.  ‘My wife is Jewish.’

     Dewey had an overtrump.  ‘So’s mine.’  He said over his shoulder as he walked away.

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     Ben got wonderingly from his chair walking slightly ahead of Jorge’s desk where they both watched open mouthed as Dewey left.  They were astounded at Dewey.  Never had any White person been anything but subservient before the poster.  Everything he had said had been new to them.  Not necessarily believable in their eyes, but new.

     That Dewey was an orphan stirred deep prejudices in them of which they were not aware.  In every society in the world orphans having no one to defend them have no rights.  From Ancient Egypt and Babylonia thrugh the derivative Jewish Bible to the present, cutting across all racial and national lines orphans were and are cheated, robbed and denied.  In Dewey’s eyes the Sukamotos were part of the oppressor class not colored or Japanese.  Other Whites ignorant of history, his own history and himself could only understand his hatred of the Sukamotos as racial prejudice.

     The Sukamotos in their turn lost all keenness of pleasure in persecuting Dewey.  If his ‘own people’ didn’t want him he merely had a mercenary value to them.

     As to what Dewey had said, Jorge, and definitely Ben, lacked the background to judge.  Since the Atomic scientists had German sounding names like Oppenheimer and Teller, they assumed they were German.  America had funded the Bomb, therefore it was American.  They could only assume that Trueman was slandering the Jews.

     ‘Have you ever heard such nonsense?’  Ben said.  ‘Of course it was racial, they would never have dropped IT on the Germans.’

     ‘Yes.  We were told that he was a bigot.  What we just heard proves it without a doubt.  He won’t get far.  He can’t make it in an empty building with construction going on around him.  If he does we’ll get him another way.’

     Jorge sought ways to humiliate his White tenants.  Sometimes the means came to him.  He allowed those things to happen reveling in the complaints of his White tenants or, Slaves, as he jokingly referred to them.  When the Center had opened, bums came in from the cold to stretch out on the benches in the Atrium that Jorge had placed about.  Dewey’s and others’ complaints fell on deaf ears as Jorge indulged his bigotry by allowing the bums to stay.

     Customer complaints eventually forced him to action as his Center did have to succeed to repay those more than generous loans.

     The situation that developed in the second floor toilet thus afforded him great pleasure.  Even though Pilgrims Center was billed as a family center Jorge did not respond to complaints.  Mothers unwittingly sent their seven and eight year old sons to use the facility.

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IV.

Why am I stumbling down the highway

When I shoud be rolling cross the skyways

On my

Cosmic Wheels?

–Donovan

 

     As a TV personality Dewey had good reason to avoid public restrooms.  By dint of careful planning he was fairly successful.  He hadn’t used the second floor toilet since the problem there had developed.  But now he had to use what was becoming laughingly referred to as ‘homo heaven.’

     He felt the urge when the hands of the clock read twelve-thirty.  The height of the lunch hour.  He pushed the door open to see one of the most astounding sights he had ever seen.  A fellow was carefully washing out one of the wash basins.  He then opened a package  of dry noodle soup, dumped the contents into the sink, ran hot water over the noodles, pulled a spoon out of his sock and began to eat out of the sink.  Dewey stood transfixed watching in amazement as the stench of the toilet assailed his nostrils.  He recovered himself to find the walls lined with hopeful, expectant faces.

     He wasn’t aware that the toilet had become a homosexual clubroom.  Feeney McReady, immediately on his left, wearing a green plaid jacket with very wide lapels and rust colored elbow patches that extended to the cuff, green and white checkered pants, a tan check shirt and a rust colored plaid tie, volunteered an explanation of the soup eater:  ‘That’s Soupy Feensteen.’  He said approvingly.  ‘He’s the founder of Jewish Queers Against Fascism.  He has his lunch here every day.’

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     Feensteen interrupted his feeding, straightening up to his full skinny height of five-six to beam a greeting at Dewey expecting some gesture of approval in return.  Dewey, offended, looked away offending Soupy who immediately condemned him as an anti-Semite.

     Not only was Dewey a TV personality but when it became apparent to the Old Boy Network he wouldn’t go bust in Portland they began to take him seriously.  They began an investigation of his past.  It was a singularly clear record except for one peculiar report, albeit a devastating report.  In his senior year in high school Dewey had chanced upon a group of acquaintances who were leaning against a low wall receiving oral sex from another classmate.  Dewey had been told to get in line but he refused.  He was warned that there would be consequences if he refused but he still did.

     The group in their guilt and shame devised a way to reverse the circumstances as people will do.  They arranged a situation at a roller skating rink in which over fifty ‘witnesses’ claimed to have seen Trueman perforning oral sex on a line of boys.

     The Old Boys were so elated by the discovery that even without corroboration of subsequent activity they spread the story as true.  Trueman was asked mysterious questions about how he like roller skating.  As he had never heard the latter half of the story he was mystified by the questions.

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     Some the homos in the toilet knew the story.  They thus thought Trueman was pretending by not dropping his mask and resented it deeply.

     When Dewey had gone on TV he had made a fatal error.  His method of dealing with his prominence was to assume that if he didn’t act as though he were on TV, not put on airs, that people would treat him in a normal manner.  This simply could not be.  Having made the move it was incumbent on him to adopt a suitable public persona because, like it or not, he was having an effect on viewers who remained anonymous to him.  Nevertheless he acted as though he were unknown.

     An electric thrill went through the homos when he walked in.  He was a hero to them.  Feeney, who was not quite such a beat up hommie as the rest,sacrificed a certain amount of pride hanging around the toilet.  He did it because he was hopelessly in love with the TV idea of Dewey Trueman.  He prayed that Dewey would come in and notice him.  The things we do for love.

     The homos wanted to meet him on their own turf; they wanted to stand by his fire in the toilet.  Who knew, some thought, that he might be one too.  Feeney hoped to impress Dewey with his turnout.

Feeney had the hightest hopes if Dewey would only recognize him.  For the great seer of the homos, Sal Mineo, had said that if you didn’t talk like Marilyn Monroe or wear a dress anyone was possible.

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     Feeney had his fingers crossed but Dewey paid him only the most cursory attention concealing a smile at his attire.

     Dewey’s attention was next drawn to Vic Laszlo, who was wearing a little house dress that came to mid-thigh.  Laszlo was probably not sane.  His reaction to his childhood abuse was extreme.  He had been totally emasculated, his pride was gone.  Still he tried to justify his house dress.  As Laszlo explained it: You’ll never know freedom until you’ve put on the dress.  Further mental derangement had been caused by the excessive use of cocaine, other dangerouos drugs and alcohol.  The telltale scab hung from his nose as he sniffed uncontrollably.

     Barry Manson standing next to him had his hand up Vicky’s dress holding the cheek of his ass under his panties.  That’s right.  Panties.  Speaking to no one in particular Laszlo intoned:  ‘No one’s ever known freedom till he’s taken the dress.’  Manson smiled approvingly hitching his pants up.  Dewey looked down and away wishing he were somewhere else.

     As Dewey turned the corner of the divider to seek a urinal he spotted Nello Nitti dressed as Marlon Brando in the Wild Ones.  Nitti was flanked by Ben Hale and Chancy Flegenheimer who all grunted deprecatingly at Trueman making contemptuous faces.  They were rebelling at anything society had.

     Back by the stalls Ace Onested, Lou Williams and Dick Bundy stood waiting for the noon time action.  As Dewey stepped up to the urinal a stock broker by the name of Rey Martine raced past him pointing authoritatively at Lou Williams.  They stepped into a stall together.

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     At that time little Jimmy Grosza took up a position next to Dewey.  Lou Williams in the stall was trying to get into position for Rey Martine.  He was making a racket as he climbed upon the toilet seat pushing Martine repeatedly against the door.  The two cursed each other repeatedly to cover their shame.

     ‘What are they doing in there?’  Eight year old Jimmy Grosza asked looking up trustingly at Dewey.

     ‘Just do what you have to do and get out of here.’  Dewey replied in disgust.  ‘Don’t even bother to wash your hands.’

     As luck would have it Dewey stood there dry, waiting.  ‘Damn it.’  He said to himself.

     Nello Nitti eyed him, bobbing his head and curling his lip in that soft tough guy Brando fashion with his jeans rolled up in ridiculous four inch cuffs.  Can’t Bust ‘Ems instead of Levis.

     ‘Hey! Come On!’ I can’t reach the toilet paper.’  Williams whined from the stall.

    Dewey picked up a copy of the Daily Assassin lying folded on top of the urinal and threw it over the top of the stall.

     ‘Here. Use this.’  He muttered under his breath.  ‘That’s about all it’s good for.’

     As he turned back he noticed that Laszlo had postioned himself so that he could study Dewey’s penis.  Laszlo worked his mouth convulsively as he stared while Manson squeezed his cheek in rhythm.  Dewey groaned audibly activating Nitti.  Nitti abandoned his lounging position in the corner, standing erect.  A cigarette separated his index and middle fingers at the bottom knuckle of his clenched fist as he stood legs apart in his best Brando tough guy fashion.  His boots were too new, they’d never seen a kick stand.

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     ‘You know what I’d like to do to him?’ He sneered at Hale and Flegenheimer, speaking as though Dewey weren’t there.  He brought the finger of his right hand to a point working them into an imaginary rectum then he balled his fist and holding his arm at the elbow he worked his forearm and fist up and down several times.  Sneering broadly around the toilet he leaned back into corner waiting for Dewey’s reaction

     Dewey knew what the gesture meant.  He’d had it explained lovingly to by Trashman, a dedicated practitioner.  Dewey didn’t know what it had to do with ‘sexual preference’ but it was called, let me be coy, fist fornication.  The hand, fist and forearm were actually pushed a foot or more up the rectum.

     This was what the Daily Assassin was endorsing: base injured psychological reaction.  A defective gene?  In religious terms the homos were failed human beings unable to rise from the mire.  Certainly the religious groups opposed to the legitimization of homosexual behavior as a desirable alternative life style had their failings, but in the theosophical lotus metaphor they were trying to better themselves, to aspire to more perfect behavior.  They were pointed in the right direction.

     In the lotus metaphor the roots of the lotus are sunk into the mire of materiality while the stem rises through the more spiritual murky water to blossom in the light of the spiritual sun above its material roots.  Thus man should try to escape his material origins to strive for the attainment of spiritual perfection.

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     Homosexuality rejects the notion preferring to wallow in the pleasure of subjecting their fellows to humiliation and degradation.  To be sure, that is what they have known, for in their childhood abuse they were humiliated and degraded by their seducers followed by rejection.  While homosexuals may not be aware of it the seduction entered their psyches requiring endless reenactments in the futile hope of resolving their psychological trauma in that manner.

     But absolution cannot be had in that manner.  One can only resolve the problem by deep contemplation and understanding.

     As Dewey zipped up Ray Martine burst from the stall throwing a twenty on the floor exclaining:  ‘Jesus, you goddamn queers disgust me.’  He raced out the door to escape his disgust with himself as he spat on the floor.

    ‘Musta had a bad day in the market.’  Williams said motioning to Ace Onested to pick up the twenty.  Onested, who wore pink slippers with large pompoms on the toes because it hurt his feet to walk, clanked over to pick up the bill.  He clanked because his pockets were filled with nickels, dimes and pennies.  He wanted the world to know that he was never broke, always had plenty of pocket money.

     Dewey followed Rey Martine out the door.  ‘You guys disgust me too.’  He said aloud to himself.  But Dewey didn’t leave a twenty behind.   His remark was interpreted as ‘homophobe’ rather than a comment about some very disgusting behavior by some very disgusting guys.

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     Like all social and religious interest groups the homos were very sensitive about ‘defamatory’ remarks but very adept at defamation.  A defamation from which as their status as underdogs there is little defense, or worse still, offense.  Following the lead of Soupy Feensteen of the Jewish Queers Against Fascism they all clicked their heels, raised their arms in the straight armed, open palmed Nazi salute shouting ‘Heil Hitler.’  This was the worst insult they could devise.  There was no opinion but their own; if your weren’t for them you were a Fascist.  Feensteen with a glare of self-righteous hatred brought his salute from the Nazi into the crooked arm, clenched fist Jewish salute silently mouthing, We’ll get you.

     Ben Hale separated himself from Flegenheimer and Nitti following Dewey out.  Trueman had a lead and walked fast so that Hale had to run in short, quick, tripping steps to catch up to him just as Dewey passed through the indoor dining plaza just before his door.

     Hale was a soft pudgy, very effeminate five-eight.  He tripped up behind Dewey and slapped him on the shoulder:  ‘You better watch  your mouth, Mither.’  He lisped.

     Dewey had had enough.  He had endured too much.  He turned in a quiet rage with closed fists.  Hale danced backward out of reach shaking his finger at Dewey.  Self-defense in his mind was a crime.  To oppose the wishes of homos was a crime; any chastisement was to be accepted as just retribution.

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     Three guys got up from a table advancing on Dewey.  ‘Hey, watch it bud, we don’t want no homophobia stuff going on around here.  This is a democracy and America means freedom.’

     Dewey put his fists down, pointing at Hale and speaking to the three.  ‘Well, your faggot just assaulted me, my men, and that’s a crime.  Don’t ever touch me again faggot, or you’ll learn what democracy and freedom mean to me.’  He said in anger.

     Hale sucked in his breath in mock astonishment:  ‘Did you hear him call me faggot?  Did you hear him call me faggot?  He’s a homophobe alright.  Well he doesn’t have to worry about me coming on to him.  He’s too ugly.’  Hale giggled out a version of the old Oscar Wilde saw.

     God, how can Sukamoto let this go on Dewey groaned to himself in the agony of having to endure such degradation in the name of someone else’s perverted notion of ‘democracy, freedom and justice.’  In fact, Jorge Sukamoto was enjoying it very much.  He saw White boys making fools of each other.  He was actively encouraging it in the name of ‘tolerance.’  The humiliation he observed nearly matched the humiliation he felt from being Japanese in what he saw as White America.

     So, Trashman was even happier at the New Criterion where he could duck into the toilet between servings of food to feed his lust.  For truly, as Isaiah predicted, He ate and was never satisfied.

     Attorney was fired from the New Criterion for theft.  But while there he met Linda Delmurkwasser who gathered there with her friends regularly.  The Digiorgio sisters who owned the shop were not lesbians proper, but libertines; they were game for anything, anytime, anywhere, anyplace with anybody.  They swung in every possible direction.

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     Because he had taken the money Trashman didn’t hold his firing against Trueman.  He had taken the cash partly from desire and partly to see how far he could push Trueman.  His seduction, as with most homos, had not been entered on a conscious level, nor even, properly speaking on the subconscious level but in a level of unaware understanding.  He, and they, had been given a very sneaky surreptitious first strike.  He, and they, had been seduced at a young age when they had no, or very few, defenses.  The good heartedness of their love offering had been betrayed and rejected when their ‘lovers’ cast them off with great derogation.  This attitude entered their minds as normal behavior.  Thus a surreptitious first blow coupled with derogation and humiliation became their standard of correct conduct.  But as Trashman and the homos were totally unaware of the basis of their homosexuality they denied the impetus claiming that they had always felt like they were girls.

     Thus in his confrontations with Trueman Trashman as the aggressor had set conditions so that win or lose the first blow would always insure the upper hand.  Psychologically and practically two wrongs do not make a right but a third does, at least in one person’s mind.

     In his subterranean way he was conducting a manhood test in the hopes of reversing his old defeat as an eight year old.  If he got away with the offense he had a double win and doubly proved his manhood against the ‘hetero’ who had injured him.  If he lost he still had the five hundred dollars and had put Trueman through the wringer.  In his eyes he was still the better man.  His ‘seducer’ was the loser.  It was queer but an integral part of the homosexual psychology.  His frustration was almost ‘genetic.’

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     The firing aside, what preyed most on Attorney Trashman’s mind were what he considered his defeats over the gauze pants and the Master-Slave T-shirt manhood tests.  He had no hope of recapturing his manhood in endless tests.  Each loss exacerbated his frustration.  He then engineered yet further tests against which by their surreptitious nature there could be no defense in the hope that he could rectify his blunted manhood by winning.  But by the very underhanded nature of the tests the wins could never be satisfying.  He was condemned to chew and chew and never swallow.

     Attorney’s theft had been both revenge and yet another additional unsatisfying manhood test.  While he had kept the five hundred dollars he had been fired.  In a further effort to reverse the tables Attorney told eveyone that the reason he had been fired was because he had refused to take the polygraph.  When the polygraph became illegal Delmurkwasser who was seeking ‘revenge’ because Trueman hadn’t cooperated with the lesbians over the covers began to see how she could cast Trueman in a criminal light.

     She discussed the story idea with her editor, Mingo Miybriy, who gave her the green light in the interests of ‘freedom’ and ‘equality’ and ‘democracy.’  The term ‘democracy’ was beginning to assume the meaning it now has of the Dictatorship Of The Marginals.  In other words the inmates were taking control of the asylum while the ‘good men’ abstaining from doing nothing cheered them on.  Or as Yeats put it:  the best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

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     Linda took Trashman’s statements at face value.  She already had her article written but she wanted to interview Trueman so she could make attributions to him and smear him ‘in his own words.’  She had called several times but Dewey declined to speak to her, let alone be interviewed.  Dewey had learned the hard way not to give out interviews.  In most cases the interview only gives the interviewer the right to attribute in one’s own voice without recourse.  Paley and Murrow’s hatchet job on McCarthy had a profound effect on journalism.  Trueman could smell the odor of the hatchet, or perhaps, a ballpeen hammer job.  Both Trashman and the lesbians sought to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.

     Trueman had been raised to believe that both sides of a story must be presented by a paper.  Thus he felt secure that he had quashed the article.  But Mingo and Linda followed ‘Revolutionary justice.’  They believed Trueman guilty and that was enough Law for them.

     By publishing the hatchet job the Daily Assassin abdicated all title to respect by becoming a partisan rag.  Attorney Trashman was a vile criminal.  Linda Delmurkwasser was little better.  As for the Assassin…

     Yet a major metropolitan paper used its public unregulated power to represent the goals of these despicable people while trying to destroy a man who was productive, decent and honest.  What a perversion of values.

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     The Assassin would further castigate decent folk who formed a group to present heterosexual views.  They formed simply to protect their children from these sexual predators.  They too wanted freedom from harassment in this democracy of ours.  Rather than wallowing in the mire they were attempting to rise toward the light.  Order or chaos must rule, any condition in between is merely transitory.  As the medieval writer, the worldly Heinrich von dem Turlin said:  When two men play at dice both cannot win.  No, one life style or the other must prevail.

     The AIDS epidemic began shortly after these incidents.  The homosexuals were hit and hit hard by this seeming specific malady.  With the elation of the Candy Store Era gone and the grim reality of death before them the exuberantly sexual record covers that had caused Dewey’s problem disappeared over night replaced by sober geometric designs and sombre colors.  The lesbians’ problem was properly an internecine homosexual quarrel.  It had nothing to do with the heterosexual male.

     In the general sense the Daily Assassin promoted the forces of evil over the forces of ‘good.’  Materiality over spirituality.  The paper was no longer disinterested; it became an organ of homosexuality.  Heterosexuals would henceforth be defamed and reviled never being able to present their views.  The last had become the first.

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     The story had been a successful smear against which Trueman had no recourse.  The Assassin would not give him a retraction.  When he called he was given to low level employees, janitors and maintenance men who arrogantly told him:  ‘You had your chance to tell your side and refused it.’  When he tried to protest they merely hung up.  Dewey knew better than to show up at the offices where he could be arrested for ‘disturbing the peace.’  There is no court of appeals with homosexual justice.

     Trueman’s attorney, Pig Bowser, a great slab faced lawyer who earned his nickname in high school football because he filled a space in the line as big as a prize pig, refused to file a suit on his behalf so that the Assassin had no fear of retaliation.  The Old Boy Network to which Bowser was beholden ensured that the paper was immune to law suits.

     This mass of experience was but ill-digested and half understood by Trueman.  It filled his mind with a strong sense of injustice which he could not articulate.  As he grasped not so much for words but concepts to frame a reply to Harcourt, Owney Madnum greeted Brace over Trueman’s shoulder.

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     ‘Hey, Big B.’

     ‘Hi there, Owney.  How goes it?’

      Owney ignored Dewey, pretending he wasn’t there.  Harcourt was a second generation, Madmun a third generation Oregonian.  Owney’s family had the Oregon Pacific Press Co., which was a very large printing company in town.  Owney occupied a sinecure in upper management.  He was enabled to live in fair style.  His swimming pool would end up costing as much as his house.

     Native Oregonians despised all immigrants.  They viewed themselves as a sort of Israelite, a chosen people living in the only spot on earth worth inhabiting.  But the accomplishments of their neighbors to the North and South which far exceeded their own left them with a terrible inferiority complex.  They compensated by belittling California and Texas in particular.  In general they believed all others spoke with an accent.  The whole South thus came under ridicule even though Eastern Oregonians spoke with a pronounced Western drawl and pockets of people such as in Lebanon had a real hillbilly accent.  In a word, they were bigots.

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     They saw themselves as innocents in a world of depravity.  Their vanity led them to believe that Oregon would be crime free but for immigrants from California and Illinois.  Dewey would have been contemptible as an immigrant alone.  He was not ‘Oregonized’ in the slang of the times, but as the owner of a successful business he was exploiting Oregonians.  He was treated somewhat as a Martian invader.

     As he owned a record store, that meant to Owney as well as Harcourt that he was selling drugs in a big way, else how could a record store owner afford to live in the neighborhood?

     Now, the drug issue was a complicated one.  Brace Harcourt’s use of drugs was considered medicine.  Owney also used prescription drugs on a regular basis.  He snorted cocaine.  His differentiation was that he thought that Trueman supplied addicts who couldn’t afford the stuff so they stole to support their habit.  Owney could afford his cocaine and therefore used drugs recreationally.  He could stop anytime he chose, while ‘addicts’ couldn’t.

     Trueman, as Owney believed, dealt with the underworld  while he acquired his dope from a lawyer friend downtown with connections.  The lawyer’s connection bought from the head of maintenance at Stein and Cohn’s Department Store.  Owney’s connection didn’t even talk to the maintenance chief as he placed his orders and had his stuff delivered to the office by a courier system that functioned more or less openly on the streets of downtown.  Thus, Owney imagined that he was ‘clean’ while the role he projected on Trueman was ‘dirty.’  Owney despised Trueman as both an immigrant and a drug dealer.  Owney held him beneath contempt.

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     Trueman had never met Owney but he now addressed his back:  ‘Uh, your contractor says you plan to build your pumphouse on my property.’

     Madmun went on talking to Harcourt as though Dewey hadn’t spoken.

     Dewey pushed Madmun’s shoulder with his open hand.

     ‘I said your contractor says you plan to build your pumphouse on my lot.’

     Ignoring the shove Madmun scanned the sky as if looking for the source of the voice.

     ‘You heard me.  Are you?’

     Owney was in perturbation.  He didn’t want to acknowledge Trueman but he was compelled to answer such a question.  The shove had given him notice that he had better.  Looking across the street over Harcourt’s shoulder and speaking into the air as though to himself, he said firmly so as to avoid contradiction, ‘Yes, I am.’

     Dewey was incredulous.  ‘You are?  What do you mean, you are?’

     Madmun made him repeat the question, then still looking away he replied:  ‘Hell, yes.  It’s only about eighteen inches and you’re not using it for anything.’

     Dewey was familiar with insolent effrontery but the bland usurpation of another’s property passed all understanding.

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     ‘Look…’ Dewey didn’t use Madmun’s name because he didn’t know it.  ‘…your trucks are already passing over my property without my permission…’

     ‘They aren’t hurting anything.’  Madmun interrupted.

     ‘…but don’t build your pumphouse on my property.  Whether I’m using it or not, it’s mine, don’t build on it.’

     Owney turned toward Dewey looking over his right shoulder and head pretending not to see him while he had him in the periphery of his vision.  He gave no answer one way or another when Harcourt came to his assistance by saying:  ‘Well, see you later Owney, I’ve got to go now.’  Breaking up the discussion.

     As said, Owney was incapable of intellection.  He did not know right from wrong; he only knew that for his plans to work he needed eighteen inches of Trueman’s property, although as an immigrant he thought that Trueman had no rights.  He would have attempted the usurpation of the space regardless of who his neighbor had been.  He was simply incapable of social responsibility.  After his pool was built he poisoned the roots of a fine old maple on Harcourt’s property because the prevailing Southwest wind blew its autumn leaves into his pool.

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    V.

I’m going away, yes today,

Behind the wheel of a stolen Chevrolet.

I’m going to get a little high

And see if I can hotwire reality.

-Jackson Browne

 

     Owney leaned out over the mirror on his coffee table to watch himself as he scooped cocaine from the little etched crystal bowl with his twenty-four carat razor blade.  As he fined the crystals out with the blade, arranging them in two lines, his gaze came back to him, not troubled, for Owney didn’t have the intelligence to be troubled, but slightly befuddled.

     The pool expense was running up.  Owney had envisioned the completed pool, not the steps leading up  to it.  He had made no provision for the excavated dirt.  His contractor now informed him that transport and disposal would cost him several thousand additional dollars.  His house was less than six feet from the property line but his feeble intellect imagined that the dirt could be backed against his foundation.

     Owney’s wife, Toni, sat across the room listening to him.  She put a little pile of cocaine on her figer as she was at that age where peering into her reflection showed little lines that she wished weren’t there.  She sniffed the little pile into her right nostril, relieving the pressure on her left nostril as she did so.  As her eyes refocused she said:  ‘Well, Owney, I don’t think there is room beside the house for all that dirt.’

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     Owney, who had taken one of the rolled up hundred dollar bills from a little smooth ball shaped crystal vase as a tube to snort up the two little lines, having finished the right, pulled the hundred dollar tube from his left nostril.

     Toni’s words rattled from one side of his brain to the other as he tried to organize them into a coherent meaning.  Sitting back, he finally grasped the meaning through his exhilaration:  ‘Well, we can dump it on Trueman’s lot.  He’s got a lot of room he’s not using for anything.  Use it or lose it; that’s what I always say.’

     ‘He’s already told you he doesn’t want you to use his land for the pumphouse, Owney, don’t you think he’ll object to having his lot covered with your dirt?’

     ‘We need to build the pumphouse the way it is.  How’s he going to tell.  Besides once we get it up it’ll be too late.  It’ll be legal.  If we dump the dirt on his lot, same thing.  What’s he going to do about it, punch me out?  Not likely, I’ve been in Viet Nam.  And if he does, I’ll have his faggot ass thrown in jail.  We knew how to deal with his kind in Nam.’  Owney said making a pistol of his right hand.

     ‘I don’t think he’ll punch you out either, Owney, but he might file a law suit.  You’d be clearly in the wrong and have the extra expense of moving it again.’

     ‘Why?’

     ‘Why, what?’  Toni asked, startled.

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     ‘Why would I clearly be in the wrong?  Once it’s done it’s legal.’

     Toni explained to Owney that the pumphouse should be set back six feet but if they got it built without Trueman objecting the law wouldn’t require them to tear it down.  Owney extended to notion to mean that, if built on Trueman’s property the law couldn’t require him to tear tear it down; from there he extended the principle to mean that anything done could be gotten away with.  He went back to snort the another line.

     ‘Well, Owney, the law looks at things in a funny way.  You know, as a legal secretary I see these things happen a lot.  The law isn’t fair, they just will rule against you.’

     Really?  Boy, that’s rotten.  I know a lot of people too.  Well, I’ll ask him.  He probably wants to level his lot.’

     So, with what passed for close reasoning in Madmun’s mind he approached Trueman who was standing in his backyard with his German Shepherd, Savage, waiting for the big dog to do the natural thing.  His lot dropped thirty feet from Camelot to Cambenic.  The sharp drop from Camelot leveled into a small plateau.  this fell away sharply to Cambenic.  Owney dashed across the lot and scrambled up the drop off.

     Savage, sensing Madmun’s innate hostility lunged forward with the serious sounding growl of the Shepherd descending into a deep throated aggressive bark.

     ‘Whoa.  Down, Savage, down.  Come here, my good dog.  Sit, mighty fella.’

     Savage sat leaning against Trueman’s right leg, tense and quivering, lip curled back.

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     As an opening card Madmun threw in:  ‘If that dog bites me, Trueman, I’m going to shoot him.’

     ‘Poison’s more your style, buddy.  He’s defending his property.  You shoot him and I’ll shoot you.  Now get off my property.  Furthermore keep those trucks off my property from now on.’

     Madmun remembered what he had come for.  He followed up his opening with this non-sequitur:  ‘You’re a pretty good guy Trueman.  Listen, I’ve got a deal for you.  Won’t cost you a thing.  You know, my wife and I look out at your lot from our window there and see how it falls away here where I had to scramble up.  Damn near fell too, I might of had to sue you.  We got all this dirt they have to remove from our lot.  I’ll tell them just to come over and dump it here.  Fill this in for you, make it look pretty good.  I won’t charge you for trucking it over.  It’s free.  Free’s a pretty good price.’

     Dewey looked at him dumbfounded, while Owney apprehensively eyed Savage who shifted restlessly on his hindquarters.  Dewey had a quick mind, he was not only capable of intellection he had a remarkably analytic mind.  In the first place he almost emitted a scornful laugh at Madmun’s stupidity.   The amount of dirt coming off Madmun’s lot would more than fill Trueman’s.  Heaped around the trees, they would all die.  The peaks and valleys of the heaps would make it impossible for the equipment to cross Trueman’s lot.  Besides Madmun would never adhere to any agreement.  Trueman was already resentful of all the liberties Owney was taking.  Already an outlaw with no civil rights his only recourse with Madmun would be to file a lawsuit that might be loaded against him.  He knew that if he did a new load of opprobrium would be dumped on his head.  His reputation as a ‘rotten guy’ would be increased.

     ‘People would think you were a pretty good guy..’  Owney began interpreting Trueman’s delay in answering shrewdly. 

     ‘Oh yeah?’  Trueman interrupted, transmitting his anger to Savage who shifted aggressively increasing the intensity of his growl.  ‘Either that or they’d think I was your fool.  No buddyjack, I don’t want your dirt on my land.’

     Madmun was incredulous.  ‘Don’t be a bigger fool than you need to be Trueman.  I’m giving you a golden opportunity here.  This much dirt would cost you hundreds maybe thousands of dollars.’

     Savage responded to Owney’s tone by straining against the leash, while his growl increased in intensity as his fangs drew apart.

     ‘I’m going to give Savage a golden opportunity if you don’t get off my land now, jerk.  We’ll see if you can even handle a gun with what you’ve got left for a hand.’

     ‘God, you’re a prick Trueman.  I can see why people say the things about you that they do.  Goddam, what a asshole.’

     Owney Madmun retreated.  He still wanted to just dump the dirt on Trueman’s lot but Toni dissuaded him.   Still, rather than pay to have the dirt hauled, Owney instructed the workers to shovel the dirt against his foundation.  Then, not so much because he thought Trueman was that stupid but because he thought himself that clever, he ordered the workemen to feather the dirt gradually out over Trueman’s lot.  Dewey noticed.  He spoke to the workers forbidding them to come on his lot; they spoke to Madmun who was then forced to the expense of hauling it away.  He blamed Trueman for the additional expense.

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     The excavation completed and, in the fact of Trueman’s refusal to permit him to use his lot for access, Owney had no choice but to have the concrete poured from above on Camelot.

     The concrete work done they began to build his pumphouse.  He built according to his original specification on Dewey’s lot.  In addition, to enlarge his patio he extended a terrace to within a few inches of Trueman’s house.  The house was set back ten teet from the property line.

     Trueman couldn’t believe Madmun’s effrontery.  He knew his only recourse would be the law.  He trembled inwardly at the thought.  In his whole career in Oregon he had fought desperately to steer clear of the courts.  His enemies had fought just as hard to get him involved legally.  As an outlaw Trueman was routinely denied his civil rights.  He knew tht he would be denied and possibly in all circumstances.  He knew that his opponents had no sense of shame or pride.  Even in a clear cut case such as this he thought the law would be perverted to his injury.  Nor were his fears unjustified.

      He dreaded to approach Owney.  His rage and sense of injury, not to mention insult, through injustice now dominated his mind.  His sense of defenselessness gave a snarling whine to his justified indignation.  Owney, on his part, believed he could tough it out, that nothing would come of Trueman’s indignation.

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     As a native Oregonian he knew that he had the power to slander Trueman so that not only would no one talk to him, which was his status already, but so that he would find it impossible to even contract services let alone have the work done honestly, correctly and economically.  To ensure that Dewey knew, he had anonymous figures tell Dewey where he stood.  In the meantime he refused to answer the door and hung up the phone without a comment.

     Dewey had taken a lot of abuse over the years without complaining, knowing that complaint would only lead him into a morass from which he could never extricate himself.  But this was such a gross violation of his rights, such a tremendous indignity that he could not let it pass unchallenged no matter what the consequences.  He left a note advising Owney to respond or else.  Toni advised Owney to respond as she, not understanding the pervasiveness and depth of the animosity against Trueman, knew that in court Owney must surely lose.

     Trueman’s note had advised Madmun that he would return at six the following evening for an answer.  Madmun chose to tough it out.  He thought he held all the aces.  The social consequences of challenging him would be too much for Trueman, as his crowd advised him.  As his crowd said, meaning Trueman, when you know you’re going to be raped just lay back and enjoy it.  Owney thought that when push came to shove Trueman would buckle.

     Dewey rang Owney’s bell at six.  Owney’s voice came through the door:  ‘Who is it?’

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     ‘Your neighbor, Dewey Trueman.’

     ‘What do you want.’

     Dewey fought to control his rage at this additional insult.  His voice always high under stress, became a piercing shrill soprano.

     ‘Open your door so I can talk to you.’ 

     ‘No.’  Owney said, his voice shaking with suppressed laughter.  ‘If you’ve got something to say, say it through the door.’

     Dewey took several seconds, close to a minute, to seek control of himself before he could answer, then he didn’t say what he intended to say.  Instead he strangled out the word:  ‘Get your pumphouse off my property and move that terrace back.’

     ‘What?’  Said Owney, trying to enrage Trueman to the point where he could call the police.

     Overkill always calmed Trueman.  ‘You heard me.’  He said, his voice dropping back to Irish tenor level.

     ‘Don’t give me any of that Trueman.  You don’t have the right to abuse me just because you can’t hold your own.  This is a rough and tumble world; only the strong survive.  You’re not using the land, I am.  Use it or lose it, that’s what I always say.’

     Dewey saw the futility of trying to deal with such an idiot.  He simply turned and walked away.  He had no choice but to hazard the law.

     ‘So what’s your problem, Trueman?’  Owney shouted through the door.

     ‘So, what’s your problem?’  He repeated still receiving no answer.

     He pulled the door open to find the porch empty.

     ‘The nerve of that son-of-a-bitch.’  Madmun said to himself.  ‘I was talking to him.’

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VI.

Standing like a hobo in the morning rain,

Staring down the rusty tracks

For one more train.

God knows why a man should have to live this way,

But I ain’t got no choice

Unless I die today.

–Mickey Newbury

 

      ‘Quite frankly, Trueman, I don’t see that you’ve got a case.’  Pig Bowser said with studied matter -of-factness.

     ‘I don’t have a case:’  Dewey repeated blankly.  ‘Do you mean to say that in Oregon it’s legal to steal another man’s property?’

     ‘No, I don’t say that.’  Bowser said, idly pushing a couple drawers of his messy desk open and shut.  ‘But do you know this word- evidence?’

     ‘Yeah, I know what evidence is, Pig.’  Dewey said with repressed anger.  ‘The evidence is my lot.  I already told you that he built a terrace to within a foot of my house.  His pumphouse is partly on my property.  He admits it.  What better evidence do you need?’

     ‘Well, I’ve got your word for it, oh, and your word is good with me Trueman, unfortunately a court might not offer you the same indulgence.  Do you know this word?  Survey.’

     ‘So?  We can get a survey.

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     ‘Well yes, but we don’t have a survey, do we?’

     ‘Yeah, we do, Pig.  We’ve got the survey from when we bought the house four years ago.’

     ‘That’s old now.  It could be contested.’

     ‘What?  Contested? It’s nearly brand…I can have a new one taken now.’

     ‘Well, then, by all means do so, my boy, by all means do so.’  Bowser said with mocking exuberance, flinging his fat legs into the air.

     ‘Yeah.  OK.  I will.  So file the suit and I’ll get it done.’

     ‘Oh, no no, I’m not going to put myself out on limb for you.  First you give me the results of the survey, then, if everything is proper, I’ll file the suit.’

     ‘Sure, Pig.’

     ‘Well, I have a divorce case waiting.  So, it’s been fun, at least it has for me, but all good things must come to an end.’

     ‘Divorce case?  Boy, Pig, are you so desperated for business you still have to take cheap divorce cases?’

     Bowser was stung because regardless of what he told Dewey his level of competence did not rise above divorce cases.’

     ‘Oh, this a favor for an old friend.’  Bowser lied.

     ‘You aren’t named as a corespondent are you Pig?’  Trueman joked eyeing Pig’s more than protuberant belly.

     ‘Be serious.  Be serious.’  Bowser replied with false benignity.

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     Dewey did not yet have that much experience with lawyers.  Under the best of conditions the legal relationship is difficult.  But the Old Boy Network was shameless.  In Trueman’s mind if you accepted a client’s money you served the client’s interests.  Bowser had been assigned to Trueman by the Old Boy Network to subvert his interests.  A lawyer of the meager talents of Bowsen had to do dirty deeds to earn the crumbs thrown his way as a reward.

     Trueman knew this.  But bad representation is still better than no representation.  His status was a major improvement from Eugene where he had been unable to obtain any legal representation at all.

     He had been in the same class as the Wobblies of the first quarter of the twentieth century.  That labor organization had been so thoroughly detested and hated that no lawyer in the entire Northwest would represent one of them.  They were denied their civil rights completely.  Like them Trueman was not only denied legal representation but he had been unable to obtain any essential service like accounting or even insurance.

     After his expansion to Portland he represented a large enought sum to admit of plundering.  Even then, at first, he had been unable to obtain adequate accounting.  He hated, by nature, to ask help of anyone but, indesperation he had turned to his Eugene landlore, Hymie Dickstein, who worked out of Portland.

     Dickstein was a successful property owner.  He had paper holding in Washington, Oregon and California in excess of a hundred million.  He was a power in the American Jewish Committee and the ADL.  All of the Jewish organizations had offices in his buildings.  He was also of the inner circle of the Old Boy Network but not a power among them.

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     Notwithstanding these attainments he was held in low esteem because of the grasping nature of his public deeds.  He had recently purchased the Adolf Kraus building.  This was an art deco building decorated with real gold leaf.  Gold can be beaten down to a thickness of one molecule so that the gold leaf on the Kraus Building represented very little gold.  Dickstein did not know this so that he had the building stripped of the leaf.  He ended up with a bill for several thousand dollars and an ounce of gold and the enmity of innumerable people.

     While deeds such as this held Dickstein up to ridicule he was nevertheless a power to be reckoned with.  Thus Trueman stepped squarely into the web by asking for his help.  Not that that really mattered; his movements were closely monitored anyway.  The Old Boy Network could and did see that he didn’t get good service.  This way the plunder could be kept in the club.

     Dickstein had suggested one of his tenants by the name of Dots Cerou.  Dots was a certified CPA. Dots was recklessly pundering Trueman offering little and charging much.

     There was no hope that Trueman would ever be able to obtain a bank loan but, as insurance, Dots turned out such erratic monthly statements that no lender would consider such a request.  Dots had Trueman paying twice the taxes he should have been.  Through Dots the Old Boy Network had Trueman referred to Pig Bowser on some business matters.

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     Trueman was aware of the situation at all times, but he had no alternative.  No one would touch him without permission.  Any who would were totally incompetent or crooked.  His choice was to be plundered or robbed.  He was the goose who layed the golden eggs.  He had to make the best of a bad situation.

     Dewey’s worst fears were now realized.  It was clear to him that Bowser would betray his interests as much as he could, nor would he be subtle about it, but blatant.  Dewey understood his disadvantage.  He knew he could be controlled by his lawyers better than he could control them.  The specter of the humiliation of defeat in court on what should have been an open and shut case would be too great a challenge to his manhood even if the odds against were a thousand to one.

     Fearful of this great humiliation he chose first to suffer a smaller one.  He dreaded to approach Madmun again.  When he did Madmun chose to believe that he was dealing from weakness.  He sneeringly dismissed Trueman through his door with a ‘See you in court.’

     Dewey had enough experience to know his total jeopardy.  Dewey was afraid of the results of a new survey.  He had worked for a surveyer in Eugene.  That surveyor, after accurately determining the lines ahd altered them to his client’s specifications.  Trueman already had the survey from the purchase of the house but Bowser had informed him that he wouldn’t accept it, he must go to the expense of a new one.

     In real desperation and fear he tried to get the original surveyor to date the survey with the current date or athenticate its accuracy.  that surveyor refused to guarantee his owrk.  He refused the task again because as he said:  ‘I don’t need your kind of trouble.’

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     Trueman showed the old survey to the new surveyor, Tom Robbins.  Robbins said:  ‘Hmm, well, they make a lot of mistakes on these things.  Can’t go by that.’

     Dewey laughed out loud.  He thought:  If you can’t trust one survey, why should you trust another?  But he wisely failed to voice his humor.

     Instead he said:  ‘They built the house based on this survey.  See that.  The house is ten feet from the property line all the way down.  Nothing has ever been changed or contested.’

     As a joke he was given a duplicate of the original survey and charged for a new one.  At least, he thought, I’m secure on the survey.

     Pig Bowser filed a suit on receipt of the survey.  A court date was set.

     Bowser plundered Trueman mercilessly.  He ran up immense bills at the rate of fifty dollars an hour.  Trueman was under the impression that whatever work was done by the firm was at that rate.  Bowser would call in one or two other attorneys to sit through two or three hour bull sessions that were unrelated to legal matters.  Each attorney charged fifty dollars an hour but Trueman was given a bill for only the gross amount.

     On the day of the trial Dewey showed up at Bowser’s office in a state of worried trepidation.  He had never been in court before.  He had expected Bowser to brief him on points of law and procedure.  Bowser had declined on the basis that that was coaching.  Coaching was illegal Bowser said and something so unethical he would never do it.  Trueman was admonished to never make the request again.

     Upon arrival he was greeted by Riley Gurgate who announced that he would represent him.  Riley Gurgate explained that the was fresh out of law school.  He admitted that he hadn’t been briefed on the case and had never been in court before.  With lawyerly gallows humor he laughingly joked that it was tough on clients for lawyers to get experience this way but that no better system had ever been discovered.

     Dewey was aghast at the insult.  He began to realize just how easy it was for a lawyer to sabotage a client’s interests.  He sought Bowser only to find that the office was empty and there was only ten minutes to get to court.  Trueman’s mind was in a turmoil on the walk up to Judge Eugene Springfield’s court.  Once there he was awarded with a phenomenal stroke of luck.  Owney Madmun heading his wife’s advice was too embarrassed to appear.

     Dewey had attained a great deal of notoriety because of his television ads.  But because he had been outlawed, excluded from clubs and civic organizations, no one actually knew him.  Everyone wanted to see him up close and live.  Because they had invented the most preposterous character for him they approached him with revulsion and contempt.

     The kindest thing that could be said of their attitude was that they believed Trueman to be an extroverted publicity hound.  Trueman was an original believer in targeting his audience.  He saw no sense in trying for the approval of people who would never buy his product.  He used a style of humor in his ads directed at this primary market.  The human was not accessible to everyone.  Actually his ads were parodies of the Oregon mentality.  Many thought the ads and himself outlandish, even ‘wacko.’  But as Trueman interpreted these people’s ability to judge anything accurately he dismissed their opinion.  Unfortunately for Dewey the only people who approached him were his detractors.  His admirers admired from a distance.

     Now they had the beast in the middle of the ring.  They meant to crack the whip to see how he could jump.  Judge Sprinfield ordered him to the stand.  Instead of finding an extroverted wildman Dewey showed himself to be shy to the point of crumbling.  He held his head down, fact turned to the wall.  He answered question is a thin, high, barely audible voice.

     The psychological battering he had taken as a child in the second grade had rendered him incapable of facing a crowd.  The subconscious memory of the hatred of his classmates gathered around him in a threatening half circle paralyzed his mind in all similar circumstances.  Not understanding why he couldn’t respond as he knew he should.  He sat on the witness stand cringing before his interlocutors.

     The contrast between this reality and their expectations brought gasps of surprise and a pleased laughter from the audience.  Springfield’s expresseion as he gazed condescendingly down on Trueman betrayed his feeling that he considered Dewey’s response unmanly.  It was.  It was the response of a seven year old boy before the force of condemnation of his classmates.  Dewey’s chagrin was further compounded by the fact that in both cases he was the injured party.

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     As Owney hadn’t showed Springfield had little choice but to award the decision to Dewey.  Trueman received a four thousand dollar award plus Madmun was required to remove his pumphouse, terrace and dirt.  Riley either forgot or neglected to ask for costs so Trueman was saddled with those.  Dewey never saw the four thousand which disappeared into thin air although Owned paid the amount.

     Trueman’s testimony had been given in such a listless manner that contradicted the aggressive impression of his TV ads that Owney’s lawyer took heart.

     He thought that he could manipulate Trueman and the proceedings in such a way that he could make it appear that Owney had Trueman’s approval for the use of the land.  He got together with Pig Bowser who agreed to let Gurgate sit silently while Truncate went about his business.

     To reopen the proceedings would need Trueman’s consent.  Bowser said he had his client under tight control, no problem.  He then went to work on Trueman at Trueman’s expense for a new trila on the basis that Owney had had conflicting obligations and couldn’t attend the first trial.  How to express the bitter chagrin in Trueman’s heart at such base betrayal.  But, this is how lawyers operate in Portland.

     ‘Where was Madmun’s lawyer, Pig?  He could have showed.’

     ‘I don’t know, Trueman.’  Bowser said reproachfully.  ‘Why do you ask things I can’t explain.  I only think it’s fair to give him a chance to tell his side.’

     ‘You think it’s fair?’

     ‘Yes, I do.’

     ‘Well, Pig, if you think it’s so fair I’ll tell you what.’

     Bowser’s eyes rolled slightly to the upper left in synch with his heads slight tilt as a faint smile of triumph was disguised on his lips.  He thought Dewey was going to go for it.

     ‘If you indemnify me 100%, absorb your fees and legal costs and any other expenses I might incur, I’ll do it.’

     ‘You have to be crazy, Trueman…’

    ‘If you think I’m crazy Bowser what do you think I think of you?’

     Well, why would I do what you ask?’  Bowser finished.

     ‘If you won’t, I won’t.  I tried to accommodate you though.’  Said Trueman shifting the onus back to Bowser.

     Neither Bowser, Truncate or Madmun would accept total defeat easily.  There had to be some way to recover from Trueman’s victory.  Madmun had removed the terrace and pumphouse immediately but he didn’t want to go to the enormous expense of removing the dirt.

     Bowser in collusion with Truncate and Madmun attempted to shame Trueman into abandoning that part of the award.  Trueman in the hopes of softening the defamation he knew was going on agreed to abandon the claim.

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     ‘I knew it.  I knew it didn’t really matter to you, that you were just causing trouble.’  Bowser said causing Trueman’s attempt at goodwill to turn to dust in his mouth.

     In the light of Trueman’s inexplicable behavior on the witness stand Owney was chagrined that he had taken Toni’s advice and lacked courage.  Keeping Trueman’s conduct in mind he and Tone set about to recover his loss and erase the humiliation.

     Several feet of Trueman’s property had been covered with dirt excavated from Owney’s lot.  Trueman by not enforcing the court decision had, if effect, given them permission to have dumped the dirt on his lot or so Owney and Toni reasoned.  Madmun had used some of the dirt to fill in the front of his own lot.  In so doing he had fanned out firther on Tureman’s lot there than alongside his house making a rounded mound.

     Tone interpreted the law to mean that if they landscaped this area they would have title to the improvements thereby filching title to the land from Trueman.  Owney would thereby redeem what his considered his humiliation in court.

     Owney knocked on Trueman’s door hoping he would step outside without his dog who he heard growling behind the door.

     ‘Hey, get on down here, I want to show you something.’  Owney commanded.  Previous to Trueman’s appearance in court Owney although he despised Trueman had nevertheless been in awe of his achievement.  He had felt inferior to Dewey.  Since Trueman’s appearance and the ‘real’ Dewey had appeared he feld his awe had demeaned himself.  He now assumed a dominant attitude not different from homosexual lust.  In fact, he a desire toshow his dominance by mounting Trueman.  This attitude came through loud and clear to Trueman who bared his teeth in response.  Trueman, in his turn, saw Madmun as soft, flabby, spoiled rich moron.

     Trueman turned to reenter his house.

     ‘Busy, don’t have time.’

     ‘Well, for Christ’s sake, man.  This is in your best interests.  Get on down here.’

     Dewey thought he better go see if Madmun was upto something else which it soundled like he was.

     ‘You get on down there Madmun.’  Trueman ordered harshly in his turn.  ‘I’ll be down in a few minutes.’

     Madmun too offence but as he was trying to rob Trueman he swallowed it, leaving.

     ‘Here, now, just imagine this.’  Madmun said throwing his cuffs with his best snake oil charm.  ‘This isn’t going to cost you a dime and you’re going to get all the benefits.’  Toni, who had joined her husband smiled approvingly.  ‘My wife and I will pay to landscape this whole section.’  He said, foolishly pointing to the dirt he had heaped up on Trueman’s lot.  ‘It will be just beautiful for you from your deck.’

     ‘Your name is Mad-man isn’t it?’  Dewey asked.

     ‘Madmun.  Yeah, why?’

     ‘No reason.’  Dewey said musingly.  ‘Don’t do it.’

     Owney opened his mouth to speak.

     ‘Don’t do it.’ 

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     ‘Yes. Now, you just listen to me…’  Owney began gesturing the beginning of an artistic curve.

     Dewey wasn’t going to listen.  He made a quick decision without shifting his feet.

    ‘I’m putting up a fence in a couple days.’  He said drily.

     That particular response wasn’t in Owney’s projected scenario.  His projection of ‘reality’ had been quite different.

     ‘A fence!  A fence!.’  He squealed as the statement broke through his thought pattern.  ‘Why that will ruin the neighborhood.  No one else has a fence.  Why you?

      ‘How many times a year do you touch down Madmun?’  Trueman asked in all sincerity.  ‘I have to go to court to get you off my property.  You’re trying some ploy to get my property now and you ask, why me?’

     ‘What are you talking about?  Go to court to get me off your property?  I haven’t been in any courtroom.’

     Dewey studied Owney cooly.

     ‘This guy is either trying to be a frustrator or insane.’  He thought.

     Actually Madmun was neither.  He jus so narrowly interpreted his self-interest as to have no idea of the effect on other people.  He didn’t have a clue.  It may be true that nature abhors a vacuum but somehow nature overlooked Owney’s mind.

     ‘The anwer is no Madmun.  I’ll be putting up the fence soon.  I’ve got to go now.’

     ‘You know, everybody is right about you.  You’re a real prick.’

     ‘If everybody does say that then you’re all talking about yourselfs.  You’re all talking about yourselves.’

 

     The next morning Angeline was reading the Daily Assassin.

     ‘Oh look Dewey.  Here’s another article about how prostitutes from Illinois and gangs from California come here to take advantage of the innocence of trusting Oregoniana who know nothing of such behavior and don’t have natural resistance.’

     Well, Darlin’ it’s just like they tell me.  It’s just the wear and tear of living.  If they can’t stand the heat stay out of the kitchen.’

Finis