Monday, December 31, 2007
Project CHATTER & The American Betrayal of My Father
PART I
THINGS FALL DOWN
THINGS FALL DOWN
"My brooding devoted and loving father, I absolutely had no idea that he had been tortured by America's Unholy Alliance with the Beast of Nazi Germany" -Princeray-
“… buffer-elements are those ego states which arise in the face of trauma, often during some … terrifying act on the part of a significant adult, where the child splits off an ego state to serve as a buffer between the trauma and the original self.” [1]
"Child development specialists have long considered that it takes an average of seven years for any child to develop the personality that will be theirs for life. The personality of a child less than seven is too fragile to absorb life threatening trauma without reacting in some fashion. Obviously not all children react to early trauma by dissociating, but those who do develop psychological entities which are different than those created at an older age." [2]
Until recently, as long as I can remember as a manchild, I have had recurring flashback visions and dreams caused by traumatic memories in my childhood revolving around an extraordinary family crisis involving the mental breakdown of my father.
Sometime between 1939 & 1940, my father was recruited from a rural section of Louisiana to work in the pre-war industry in the Bay Area leaving his young wife and family. His first job in California was at the U.S. Army Supply Depot in Oakland, CA.
Sept 3, 1939 was the beginning of World War II. Britain, France, Australia and New Zealand declared war on Nazi Germany after Hitler invaded Poland. On December 7, 1941, America entered the war when Japanese Axis Forces bombed Pearl Harbor.
During the war in about 1944, my mother and two sisters reunited with my father in a small two-room segregated apartment building at 409 8th Street, Apt. 333 in Oakland, CA. My mother, Lela Bell, passed in 1974, and my father passed two years later in 1976. My two older sisters are alive and well. Neither of my parents had any criminal history or past record of mental instability.
In one flashback, in my infancy I recalled the inside view of my family’s small apartment where I lived with my father, mother and two older sisters and younger brother. It was clean, warm, cozy, comfortable, and place of my birth. From the bathroom floor, I look up at a man’s multi-colored terry cloth bathrobe hanging on a clothes hanger from the back of the bathroom door. I recalled saying to myself, “who does this belong to?” I pulled at the end of it, and it came down to cover me. I also recalled another recurring dream of playing with a man’s pair of terry cloth bathroom slippers, and saying to myself again, “who does this belong to?”
In other flashbacks of my infancy, I recall always pulling at strings and links that I could not see the end of. In one flashback, I remember looking up the side an erroneous refrigerator. I see a long thick cord leading from a spot close to the floor up to the top of the refrigerator and disappearing. I recall saying to myself, “what’s at the end of this cord?” I pulled it and a medium-sized brown tube radio came crashing down. I recall being spanked. I also remember always yanking at the iron cord bringing the iron clashing to the floor from an ironing board above me.
I recall another recurring flashback of my late mother and brother on the happy occasion of his first birthday in August 1950 in that same apartment. I was about three years old. I recall his birthday cake with a candle. My brother was an infant with a diaper standing upright on a table in the hands of a glad mother. Suddenly, my mother opens the door and the mood changes. At the door, there are two white enlisted sailors from the United States Navy dressed in traditional dark blue navy uniforms. One step forward and offer my mother some cheap trinkets that I found to be extremely offensive and insulting. Some of them were shameful thin plastic toy soldiers that sold for a dollar a hundred. I just bushed them aside and concentrated on the other sailor standing in the dark of the hallway. He had a fixed glaring focus on me with a hateful, cold and menacing stare as if I was one of the lowest forms of life. I stared defiantly and defensively back at him until the door was closed.
My recurring dream was either after a gym class or some activity. Each time I found myself returning to a locker holding some various precious personal possessions secured always by a combination lock. Each time, I couldn’t remember the combination code to open the lock and stood bare, frustrated and confused. Whatever that there was in the locker, the lack of it left me uneasy and suffering a great deal of apprehension. The dreams always seem so real that each time that I woke up I found myself actually searching my memory for the location of the locker, and the actual numbers that unlock the combination.
I can’t recall my father in any of my flashbacks or dreams. Yet, during my infancy he was there in that apartment and what happened to him there as I discovered much latter in my life had such a tremendous emotional impact upon me that I put him completely out of my mind.
I have also known from an early age that there was another side of me, a different and alien personality. When I was about five years old, I recall suddenly coming to consciousness after a blackout. I had an altercation with a friend at the Lincoln Elementary School Playground in Oakland and just blackouted. When I became conscious, he was in utter shock bleeding about the face as if I had tried to scratch his flesh from his face. For whatever reasons, he had made me mad enough to trigger an alien personality within me. When I awoke, I was still reeling from some unknown rage that had consumed me. The park director had separated us. The other boy was I believe my dark Pilipino pal who later became my close friend. There was a group of people surrounding us. As I looked around at their stunned faces, I could see that they were as shocked and confused as I was. What possible rage within me could have brought about such a savage attack on my friend? To this day, I cannot recall what triggered the altercation or what happened to me and my friend before and during the altercation. After that experience, I vowed never to allow any situation to trigger and raise that alien very defensive personality to cause harm to any other human being, and that I have been successful at.
I also found that excessive alcoholic consumption will also trigger a blackout, loss of memory and an alien personality. A personality that is overly protective, bold, aggressive, defensive, loud, and unruly. It is a personality that is alien to me, and the absolute opposite of my normal nature. A friend once observed my personality change after I consumed too much alcohol. She described me as something out a “Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde” movie.
In that apartment during my infancy, I had an overwhelming traumatic experience regarding my father that left an impression and imprint on my subconscious that caused my recurring flashbacks, dreams, and a fragmented personality.
For years, I believed that my flashbacks, dreams, and fragmented personality had been unrelated and independent enigmas and personality faults. But I have subsequently found that they are not unrelated and independent but all related to an overwhelming traumatic and shocking memory in my infancy in that apartment with my father.
My subconscious has never allowed me to totally forget what happened to me in that small apartment with my father. The traumatic memories filed away in my subconscious reveals and expose those experiences in bits and pieces through my flashbacks and dreams. The lost codes of my recurring combination lock dream was an appeal to me to connect the dots to expose the truth involving those traumatic memories involving my father that would unlock the enigmas of my life experiences, and bring infinite justice to my people, family and the legacy of my father.
I decided to start pulling strings again to see what falls down. I began with my sisters’ recollections of the traumatic moments that took place in that small apartment.
CONNECTION THE DOTS: The mind is a remarkable work of God
Psycho-catharsis:
1. A purifying or figurative cleansing of the emotions, especially pity and fear, described by Aristotle as an effect of tragic drama on its audience.
2. A release of emotional tension, as after an overwhelming experience, that restores or refreshes the spirit.
3. Psychology
a. A technique used to relieve tension and anxiety by bringing repressed feelings and fears to consciousness.
b. The therapeutic result of this process; abreaction.
In October of 1949, my mother had to civilly commit my father to Napa State Hospital. I was about 2 years old. My two older sisters who at time were about 4 and 6 years old when they recalled some traumatic experiences with my father immediate to his involuntary commitment. They recalled fighting and pleading with him not to jump from the 3rd story fire exit just outside our window.
My father was under a delusion and hallucinated that he would fly. According to some of his medical records, my father also talked about silver or golden slippers in the air, and he acted like he was picking things out of air.
My sisters recalled that my father was able to fight off and overpower a group of large police officers to kick down the apartment manager’s door on the first floor, the late Mr. Ray Pates, yet he was no more than 5’ 5’ and 150 pounds. My sisters recalled all through this ordeal crying, pleading, and clinging to him along with a force of Oakland Police Officers to stop.
Once, my older sister made a comment that I had never heard before, that I was among them in infancy crying, pleading also clinging to him. She made an off the cuff remark that she that been concerned about me because she thought that I may have snapped from that disturbing experience. The remark took me completely by surprise because I had never heard that before. I actually had no memory of my father or what happened on that day.
After time and reflection, I tried to revisit the episode with her, and asked her about it again, but she couldn’t recall what she had said to me earlier.
As far as I knew at that time, my father had been interned at Napa from 1949 to1953. When he was finally discharged, my mother and father permanently separated because she had become too afraid of him.
I always felt uncomfortable and embarrassed to have a father with a record of mental illness, and sort of blotted it out of my mind. I always thought he was harmless, and a little odd. He lived most of the time that I knew him in a two-room basement room in the back of a Victorian House at 1221 Jefferson Street in the Old Oakland downtown area.
Most of the time I visited him, he would sit at the table across me in some sort of void for hours without saying anything to me. He didn’t drive or have a television. I recall a radio in the room but he rarely listened to it when I was there. He just sat there in a conscious coma for what seemed like hours. I would flip through the magazines that he kept on the table until I got enough nerve to ask him for spending money. Most of time, I left empty handed. When he did give me some money, it was mostly no more than a couple of quarters. My father lived off a small nominal government annuity, and worked sparingly as a warehouseman at the shipyards.
For years, I thought that what happened to my father was his fault. I just summed it up that he couldn’t handle something in this life and went off. To me, he was like a family secret that we didn’t discuss with anyone. Even my mother never said anything about him, or what really happened to him.
For years, I had studied the government’s various clandestine mind control programs involving testing LSD and other psychotic drugs on citizens, but I never came to associate anything unusual with his illness other then a personal mental breakdown and meltdown.
Usually when my sisters talked about the family crisis in the apartment, I sorted of blotted it out by half way listening. Gradually, I began to bush aside my personal awkwardness about my father’s mental illness, and really tried to understand and re-examine what they tried to communicate to me throughout the years about that family crisis in that apartment.
I begin to envision the reasonableness of my father out on a 3rd story fire escape professing that he could fly. I said to myself, that’s odd, it sounds like a classic LSD psychedelic reaction. Then, I recalled them talking about him fighting off a number of burly white Oakland Police Officers, and kicking down the apartment manager’s door. I said to myself now that’s also really odd, it sounds like a modern day classic STP (Angel Dust) overdose reaction which could leave a drug abuser with extraordinary strength during stress, but as far as I knew LSD, Angel Dust and most of the psychedelic drugs were creatures of the 1960 and 70’s.
Finally, I decided that there were enough questions in my mind about my father’s illness that should be further explored, but as far as I knew at that time most of the psychotic drugs, and clandestine government drug testing programs that I was aware of didn’t exist in 1949, except the government’s experiments with mescaline in a little known, but highly classified U.S. Navy program called Project CHATTER.
Mescaline is an alkaloid that had been investigated by German scientist as early as the turn of the twentieth century. Mescaline is the psychoactive constituent of a Mexican cactus Lophophora williamsii (syn. Anhalonium lewinii). This cactus has been eaten by American Indians ever since pre-Columbian times, and is still used today as a sacred drug in religious ceremonies.
Before 1949, mescaline had been observed to produce the closest known reproduction of the symptoms of schizophrenia. Mescaline breaks down in the body; upsets the brain's sugar consumption and brings on split-personality hallucinations. “If the mescaline taker keeps his eyes closed, he sees riotously colorful ‘mosaics, networks, flowing arabesques, interlaced spirals, wonderful tapestries . . . great butterflies gently moving their wings, fields of glittering jewels . . . soaring architecture . . . and finally human figures and fully formed scenes where coherent histories are enacted.’ With his eyes open he can do even better. The observer may feel his limbs detach themselves from his body and lie on the floor beside him…The room may grow enormously or change shape, the angles becoming alternately acute and obtuse. Time slows down, so that ‘teatime goes on forever,’ and the subject ‘will feel quite literally that he is at the Mad Hatter's tea party.’" [3]
CONNECTING THE DOTS: My Father Caught in the Jaws of the BEAST
“The white folks did something to him!”(Lela Bell Bullock, 1948-1949)
In exploring the circumstances surrounding my father’s illness, his brother told a shocking story that he did not understand the full implication of.
He told me that late one night in 1948 he and their 1st cousin was informed that my father had been unexpectedly taken from his job at Alameda Naval Air Base to Highland County Hospital for involuntary psychiatric evaluation.
I discovered that on March 6, 1948 my father was taken from Highland Hospital and involuntary confined to Napa State Mental Hospital, Imola, Napa County, California by the United States Navy for the diagnosis of schizophrenia, “Dementia, Praecox, Paranoid Type.”
On that note, I cannot determine if my father had volunteered to participate in some secret testing program, or was another unwitting victim by a spiked hallucinogenic drink that U.S intelligence groups were infamous for during that period.
His sudden involuntary confinement in a mental hospital had been a complete surprise to my family, because by all accounts he had been an absolutely normal hard working conscious individual.
On July 26, 1949, he was discharged from Napa Hospital and returned home. It was just two months before he suffered a serious relapse of whatever happened to him in March of 1948, and that relapse literally horrified us in that small 3rd story apartment, and permanently tore my family apart.
Later, I discovered that my father’s presiding doctors were primarily U. S. military psychiatrists, and that there was some type of military station hospital at Napa that I can find no record of or what it was doing there.
My father’s primary and residing doctor was U.S. Navy Commander Dr. Wrenshall A. Oliver of 490 Post Street, San Francisco, CA. He was the director of clinical services, and a clinical instructor of Medical Neurology Psychiatry at Stanford University with the notorious CIA Station Chief of Vacaville Men’s Medical Facility, Dr. James A. Hamilton. There is some information that Dr. Oliver was also one of the founders of the World Psychiatry Association with the notorious Dr. Donald Ewen Cameron, who I will discuss later in Part 2.
There was staff physician U.S. Navy Captain Dr. Robert Louis Nattkamper, 4375 Argus Drive, San Diego, CA; and U. S. Army Captain Dr. Raymond George Berendsen, Chief Neurology Psychiatric State Hospital Station, Napa State Hospital; and U.S. Army Captain Dr. Joseph E. Lifschutz of Madigan Army Hospital, Tacoma, WA; Letterman Army Hospital, San Francisco, CA. Captain Lifshutz had been an intern at St. Elizabeths Hospital, Washington D.C. from 1949 to 1951 with Dr. Winfred Overholser, head of the Office of Strategic Services (OSS) "truth drug" committee that experimented with mescaline as a truth drug in 1943. Dr. Lifschutz was also a Psychiatry Resident at Langley Porter Clinic, San Francisco, CA from 1951 to 1952. Joseph E. Lifschutz, M.D., is now a retired psychoanalyst and clinical professor of health and medical sciences at UC Berkeley, is past president of the San Francisco Psychoanalytic Society.
The only known civilian on my father’s presiding medical staff was the late Dr. Joseph Carter Davis, MD of Meharry Medical School, 1951, Staff Resident of Napa State Hospital.
There was an unknown character on his presiding medical staff that I can’t identify, a Dr. Jewell; an allegedly totally unknown psychiatrist or mind control experimenter.
I discovered that Napa State Hospital claimed that his entire medical file from that commitment had allegedly been deliberately and conveniently destroyed.
Whatever happened to my father in that mysterious 1948 involuntary Navy commitment was now a government secret.
CONNECTING THE DOTS: U.S. Navy’s Top Secret Project CHATTER
GOAL: Develop a truth drug that would force people to reveal their intermost secrets, and weakening, if not eliminating the free will in others.
Project CHATTER was an official U.S. Navy offensive versus defensive mind control program that began in the fall of 1947. Project CHATTER is still military top secret and classified.
Project CHATTER focused on the identification and testing of drugs for use in counter-intelligence activities; including interrogations and in the recruitment of agents.
Dr.
Charles Savage of the U.S. Naval Medical Research Institute in
Bethesda, Maryland headed the project until 1953 when the CIA’s MK Ultra
Program began. The Bethesda naval medical facility was the hub of all
navy medical centers, and whatever naval medical station that existed at
Napa State Hospital.Dr. Savage was a 1939 Yale Graduate, and a 1945 graduate of Pritzker Medical School at the University of Chicago. His research included laboratory experiments on animals and unwitting human subjects involving anabasis aphylla, scopolamine, and particularly mescaline. Dr. Savage conducted experiments with large dosages of mescaline to induce hallucinations expanding the Dachua Concentration Camp experiments. In other words, he induced schizophrenia with hallucinogenic drugs in unwitting subjects then studied and measured the reactions as they suffered hallucinations and delusions of reality. [4]
He was the medical director of the International Federation for Advanced Study (IFAS) in Menlo Park, CA founded by a shady intelligence figure, Captain Alfred Matthew Hubbard, known as the Johnny Appleseed of LSD.[5] Dr. Savage was the pipe piper of LSD. He was of first, most likely for the CIA, to use LSD for research in the United States. [6]
In 1957, Dr. Savage left Georgetown University for Stanford Research Institute’s Center for Advanced Study in Behavior Sciences in Palo Alto, CA, with Dr. Andre Weitzenhoffer, a Stanford University renown master hypnotist that did early work in particularly interest to the CIA’s Bluebird, and Artichoke assassination program, “The Production of Anti-Social Acts Under Hypnosis" (Weitzenhoffer, 1949), published in the Journal of Abnormal and Social Psychology.
Dr. Weitzenhoffer was an associate at the University of Oklahoma, and Oklahoma Veterans Administration with one of the military industrial-medical complexes most notorious mind controllers, the late Dr. Louis Joylon West. Dr. West in himself is another story for another day, but his appearance or any associates of his in any case sounds alarms. [7]
In 1959, he was a consultant at the Palo Alto Mental Health Research Institute (MHRI). [8] The MHRI was funded by the Josiah Macy Foundation, a front for the CIA’s MK Ultra mind control program. [9]
One of Dr. Savage’s colleagues at MHRI was the notorious OSS/CIA British mind binder psycho-anthropologist Dr. Gregory Bateson. Dr. Bateson in himself just like Dr. West, it is another story for another day, but his appearance alone in any case also sounds alarms. [10]
In 1959 along with Dr. Savage at a Macy/CIA sponsored LSD conference at Princeton University, Dr. Bateson said, “one of my interests is in something which I call "schizophrenia," in particular, in the formal patterns, the formal characteristics of experience of members of families containing schizophrenics.” [11]
In fact, Dr. Bateson’s post at MHRI was described: “…to continue its family research program in schizo-phrenia under the direction of Gregory Bateson and to enlarge this program to include delinquent and apparently normal families.” [12]
From 1957 to 1960, Dr. Savage must have been sort of a loan to MHRI, because he was also working for U.S. National Institute of Mental Health (NIMH) under another notorious mind control specialist, Dr. Robert Hanna Felix, that NIMH used as a secret conduit for CIA funds for the CIA’s MK Ultra programs. [13]
In 1960, Dr. Savage joined CIA station chief psychiatrist Dr. James Alexander Hamilton; CIA LSD consultant Dr. Don D. Jackson, and Dr. Wrenshall A. Oliver (see above) at Stanford University Medical Center.
Just prior to joining Stanford Medical Center, Dr. Savage made an alarming appearance at the Livermore TB Sanitarium in Livermore, CA as an associate psychiatrist from 1958 to 1960.
According to Dr. Savage, he had been transferred to the notorious Public Health Service (Tuskegee Syphilis Experiments). [14] Officers of the PHS are classified as non-combatants. Members of the PHS Commission Corps wear the same uniforms as the United States Navy with special corps insignia and hold ranks equivalent to those of naval officers.
What is particularly alarming and disturbing about this is that my oldest and baby sister may have been here at the time. Both had been diagnosis with as related to us as signs of TB exposure and were interned at the TB sanitarium.
The separation from my older sister was hard enough for our family, but when they took my baby sister it broke our hearts. She was the sweetness, darling, and cuteness child that there was. My brother and I loved to take her out, because people always stopped to admire her. We could sometimes collect at least a couple of dollars from her admirers.
I remember riding with my family for visits with them at the sanitarium, but I was too young for official visits. I wasn’t allowed in the building.
Once, I wasn’t going to be denied. I bolted into the building and up the stairs. I found my old sister with a group of girls her age. Then, I saw my baby sister along nearby in a crib. She was standing up in the crib crying, screaming and pleading with every once of her little body to go home. I was heartbroken and powerless to help her.
My baby sister was born in August of 1959. That faithful day at the sanitarium was sometime in the summer of 1960. I just wouldn’t appreciative the danger facing my sisters and family at the sanitarium. He was lurking just around the corner. Dr. Charles Savage, the notorious Nazi collaborator and military medical-industrial complex psycho-narco mind bender assassin was in the building.
At the sanitarium, Dr. Savage was continuing his research with hallucinogenics, particularly LSD, allegedly for therapeutic purposes. [15]
Why would tuberculosis sanitarium patients be appropriate for his type of psychoanalysis and psycho-catharsis studies with hallucinogenics? What the reason behind Dr. Bateson’s interest in families containing schizophrenics?
By the nature of his background and position in Project CHATTER, Dr. Savage was without doubt a keeper of secrets. Dr. Savage clandestine work at the sanitarium may have been far more sinister, chilling and an expansion of the Dark Creature’s work.
Was this just another yet convenient coincidence, or were these people monitoring and studying my family as an expansion of Nazi research and eugenic ideology?
Was this the real reason behind my mother and father’s separation; a mother’s instinct to protect her family from these Nazi collaborators, narco mind-benders, psycho-predators and assassins?
In 1953, Dr. Savage allegedly left the Navy and the U.S. Navy’s Project CHATTER officially ended. That was the same year that my father was permanently discharged from Napa State Hospital. Coincidence, I don’t believe so.
CONNECTING THE DOTS: take heed OF GATEKEEPERS
“The gatekeepers were on the four sides: east, west, north and south.” 1 Chronicles 9:24
“I believe that unnamed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. That is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.” Dr. Marin Luther King
“Harm not one hair of our people.” Kwame Ture (Stokely Carmichael, 1941-1998)
Since 2001, I have filed numerous requests for public records from the California Department of Mental Health, and U.S. Navy and Army pursuant to California Public Records Act, and Federal Freedom of Information Act to find out that these agencies seem to know nothing about the psychiatrists, my father’s confinement, or the naval medical station at Napa.
At Napa State Hospital, there was some type of military neurology psychiatric station. I had a picture taken during the early 1950’s at Napa State Hospital that referenced a naval hospital being on the site and acknowledged it in the background of the picture, but the picture disappeared from my office, and picture file on the office computer.
I also had obtained some of my father’s Napa State Hospital medical records found in his records after he died. I committed a cardinal error by working from his originals. I made a grave mistake by failing to copy his medical documents and work from the copies and safe keep the originals. While I was obtaining some reference materials at a local public library, my working files containing most of his original medical records were taken.
On two prior occasions, I witnessed unidentified Black males quickly rifle through my files at the library. One was a well dressed older man that I believed to have been the late Dr. Carlton Goodlett. Dr. Goodlett was the editor and owner of the Sun Newspaper Publishing Company, and I believe an old counter-intelligence CIA agent.
Also in about 2001, I had found the case number to my mother’s civil commitment of my father in his medical records. [16]
From his records, I gleaned that Doctors Burton W. Adams and McKay Pier were the medical examiners. The petition for commitment stated “that for the past week he had been hallucinating, inasmuch as he see imaginary objects and persons in the room, he talks incoherently about ‘golden slippers’ and the bible. At times, he does not know where he is, he makes motions with his hands, as if picking objects out of the air.” [17]
The medical examiners concluded that he was “confused, delusional, hallucinated. Make bizarre movements.” The tentative diagnosis was “schizophrenia”. [18]
On October 8, 1949, he was readmitted to Napa with “Dementia, Praecox, Paranoid Type”. [19]
It was the very same diagnosis as his mysterious March 6, 1948 U.S. Navy commitment. I natively went to the county courthouse, and asked for the file to be retrieved for my review. After checking the computer indexes, the clerk found it strange that she couldn’t find any reference to the case or my father. She then disappeared through one of the hallways in the back for about fifteen to twenty minutes. When she returned, she was accompanied by what seemed like a small committee of people of various races with stern expressions on their faces. They made it crystal clear to me in no uncertain terms that my father’s case file was locked in an upstairs vault, and I by no means was going to look at it. That was the end of that.
At the end of 2002, I had to abandon my office in downtown Oakland to a multiple-personality agent provocateur that was setting me up for a shooting. A Richmond police officer had given her a gun. She was cold, cunning, dangerous and suicidal.
She was a genuine multiple-personality that had been under my nose and I just did not connect the dots. For years, I allowed her to use by office to pursue her various lawsuits.
My original idea had been to build a litigation center for people in pro se to pursue their own lawsuits, but it kept turning into a shelter. It had become her shelter.
She had witnessed her father’s assassination by her mother when she was about thirteen years old. She was psychoanalyzed and probably fragmented and implanted with alternative personalities. She ended up at Boeing International in Palm Springs with a security clearance as some sort of sex slave for research doctors at the base. She said that she became pregnant by one of the doctors. She believed that she had been clandestinely intentionally exposed to radiation by her benefactors and lost the child.
Sometime in 2001, I asked her to leave the office after she kept harassing a man in the building accusing him of stalking her. She had a history of claiming that people were stalking, and harassing her with mimics, music and sounds.
The San Francisco Chronicle believed her and ran one of her stories about a man that lived directly underneath her apartment stalking her by mimicking her everyday movements.
I just didn’t get it until it had been confined to me in confidence that the building security surveillance cameras had proved her accusations against the man in the building were in fact false.
All of the signs of her mental instability, and multiple personality syndrome were there, but I just didn’t get it. I had prepared an appeal of her social security disability denial case for medical conditions, a disabling stomach ulcer. At some point prior to the appeal hearing, she handled her own appeal. Subsequently, I discovered that she was granted social security disability benefits for mental disabling conditions instead of a medical condition, and that she had two treating psychiatrist or psychologists all along.
Well, when I told her that she had to go it triggered an alternative protective violent and suicidal personality. She threatened to massacre people in the building that she felt were telling me lies about her.
At that time, I was afraid that she was indeed suicidal and homicidal. I let her stay if she started paying some of the office expenses. Cunningly, she started taking her portion of the rent for the office directly to building management to establish an evidential sublease against me and building management. Then, she literally took over my office and lease.
One evening at the office, she became obsessively overly protective, defensive and hostile when I refused to help her literally use lawsuits as a tool of coercion. She announced that she was giving me a thirty day notice that she was quitting her lease, then suddenly I observed her flesh tones flash and mannerisms change. Instantly, I suspected that she was flashing into one of her protective and violent personalities. She left the office in a fury. I suspected that she was going to get the gun that she kept in her car, and bolted out of the office down the back stairs to the back door.
At that point, I abandoned the office and went back only with witnesses, and when she wasn’t here to retrieve my working papers and files under the assumption that she was leaving the office to live with relatives, but she never left and didn’t intend to leave.
I later discovered that she had set me up for a self-defense shooting at the office on that evening. A couple days later, some investigators called me from the Oakland Police Department with an allegation that I had been stalking, threatening and harassing her.
She had told some of my associates and people in the building that she was afraid of me. I had threaten her life, and taken down the door to the office, stolen and destroyed her personal belongings, and had done other outrageous acts to terrorize her.
I wasn’t worried about her false allegations. I recalled what one of my confidents in the building told me earlier about the building security surveillance cameras and that the cameras would show that all the times that she said that I had threatened, harassed, or stolen and destroyed her belongings that I wasn’t in the building.
What I was afraid of was a face-to-face encounter with her. I knew that the police wouldn’t investigate anything if she shot me on a claim of self defense, because I believed that they were working together. On numerous occasions, she raved that she loved the police and wished for a police state. It would have been a perfect and justified shooting, I was big and black, and a historical brute.
In the process, I lost some very valuable research data in regards to my father’s case that had been removed from my office computer. I am certain that whoever removed the data understood all of my research, and where I going with that research.
In late 2003, I was severely poisoned by one of my next door neighbors. I had been leery of her when her husband told me that she worked for a group of lawyers. I have come not to trust too many lawyers.
However, on this faithful Saturday or Sunday afternoon, her 5 or 6 year old daughter was outside selling lemonade and cookies like out of a comic book. I wanted to support the child, but I waited and watched to see if anybody came back with any complaints about the food, but everything appeared to be normal.
In the late afternoon, I thought it was safe. I offered the girl a dollar for a couple cookies and a cup of lemonade. The child poured me a cup of lemonade from the pitcher like she had done for everyone else, but her mother suddenly said wait a minute you need some ice. She took the cup from me and took it into her back apartment. She returned and gave me the cup. I was so careless.
I was their last customer. They packed up and left. I sat on my front porch and ate the cookies and drank the lemonade. As soon as I entered the house and closed the door, I crumpled to the front with severe and crippling adnominal pain that balled me up on the hallway floor in a fetal position. I had been gravely poisoned.
I refused to go to the hospital. I was afraid of Kaiser. I didn’t report it to the Oakland Police Department, because I knew it would be useless. I stayed out of sight, and self treated with all types of home remedies for what seemed like a couple of months until I was well enough to reassume my daily activities. One of my activities took me to the Alameda County Criminal Courthouse on 6th and Washington Street in Oakland.
As I stood on the first floor hallway of the courthouse building with a small group of people, I observed my neighbor come down the second floor stairway. The second floor stairway leads to the Alameda County District Attorney’s office.
All along, she had been working for the Alameda County District Attorney, and under Chief Charles Plummer of the Alameda County Sheriff’s Department.
When she saw me, she didn’t speak but looked surprised that I wasn’t, I believe, dead.
Then there was a man named Harold Perry. Perry was part of the Old Oakland Southern Pacific Republican power structure. He was once one of a handful of Black attorney gatekeepers in Oakland during the late 1950’s and 1960’s. He worked with Hiawatha Roberts, Judge Horace Wheatley, and I believe the late Judge Clinton White.
Clinton White was infamous for his gate keeping part in the Zebra Murder cases of the early 1970’s that was a covert military counter-intelligence operation designed to demonize Black men and further divide and polarize the races. White represented a number of the Black Muslim defendants in the case while the controllers like Stanford Research Institute (SRI), and the mind-controlled assassin, Anthony Harris, walked away free. [20]
He was also a member of the University of San Francisco Dons Basketball team that won back-to-back national titles 1955-56. The team had been anchored by basketball Hall of Fame players, Bill Russell, and K.C. Jones.
I was in the Oakland Public library again. I had been exploring an Oakland community group called People United for a Better Life in Oakland (Pueblo). [21]
In 1989, I had discovered that they sounded an alarm about a possible measles outbreak and epidemic in Oakland from the influx of unvaccinated illegal Mexican immigrants. They were advocating mass free public measles vaccinations of recent Mexican immigrants, but that is not what happened.
The free mass measles vaccination campaign that they called for did take place, but started around the area of 73rd Avenue in Oakland, the predominately Black area of town.
I thought that was extremely suspect, and started exploring statistics for clusters of viral diseases like Aids, Hepatitis, and cancers in Oakland.
I had been in contact with Dr. Leonard G. Horowitz author of the book, “Emerging Viruses: AIDS & Ebola. Nature, Accident or Intentional”, and Alan Cantwell, author of “Aids and the Doctors of Death”.
Both Dr. Horowitz and Cantwell had accused the federal government of spreading epidemics, including AIDS and Hepatitis, through experimental and sometimes mandatory vaccinations with very convincing authorities.
From 1989 to 1991, Kaiser Permanente along with the L.A. County Department of Health and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC), had in fact covertly injected over 700 particularly Black children with an experimental measles vaccine Edmonston Zagreb measles vaccine (E-Z ) that had been responsible for the deaths of children in so-called Third World countries. [22]
So, I was in line at the reference desk, when a voice over my shoulder says something like, “wow, I am also interested in that subject.” It was an elder. It was Harold Perry. Again, I was so careless. At the time, it never occurred to me how did he knew just what I was studying, why and who I had been in contact with.
When Dr. Horowitz came to Oakland for a radio appearance, his shadow and gatekeeper was Harry Perry.
Perry suckered me into consulting with him about my various research projects that was allegedly along the lines of his own independent research. He asked to see some my research materials along with Dr. Horowitz’s book. I freely shared almost everything with my elder. He grabbed my research materials and walked briskly out of the library without looking back, and then antagonistically refused to return them.
At that point, I cut off all communications and contact with him. Perry was baiting me into a confrontation with him over my materials, but I suspected it was actually a ruse to provoke me.
Again, I was supposed to be a big black brute. Even a verbal confrontation with the elder would have sufficient grounds for a setup again, and place me in a bad light in the community.
I suspect that from all my ordeals with various gatekeepers, the surrounding facts, events, circumstances of my father’s illness, and the active and open U.S. Navy involvement in his mysterious 1948 confinement, and discovery of U.S. military station personnel surrounding his confinement and treatment at Napa State Hospital and my sisters at the Livermore TB Sanitarium, I was certain that my father had in fact been a human experimentation subject for a secret military experimental mind control/drug program, most likely Project CHATTER.
THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS: The True Secret behind Project CHATTER
“The key to the whole case is through the looking glass. Black is white and white is black. I don't want to be cryptic, but that's the way it is.” New Orleans D.A., Jim Garrison, Quote from the movie JFK
The real secret behind Project CHATTER was the” Dark Creature” of Nazi Germany. It was the continuation, development and extension of concentration camp mind control/drug research of the SS. This time their victims weren’t the communist, French resistance fighters, Russians, and “Untermenschen”, the so-called sub races of Europe, but American citizens like my father.
Nazi Germany’s SS division was a fanatical occultist secret state clan and the world greatest mass-murderers under the command of Reichsfuhrer Heinrich Himmler. The mythical legend of King Arthur and the Round Table, the Thule Society and the Vatican Jesuit Sect were some of the inspiration behind the formation of the SS.
The SS was also the vanguard for the complete Aryanization of Germany & the World, and a return to paganism as the basis of state religion. Members of the SS were initiated into a mythical Cult of Aryan Knighthood. Under the penalty of death, each member swore allegiance to Himmler, Hitler and Nazi Hierarchy and absolute secrecy. Himmler’s military arm under the SS was the Waffen.
The SS was solely responsible for concentration camps, and annihilation of non Aryan races to insure their mythical “root race” racial purification of the earth. During World War II, the Beast was mainly responsible for the death and destruction of at least 25 million people.
After the war, though it’s Technical Mission in Europe, the US Navy actively sought, recruited and hired spies, counter-intelligence agents, interrogation experts, teams and technicians of SS Major General Reinhard Gehlen’s Eastern European Spy Network, and Gestapo mind control and behavior modification scientists [23] even though the Nuremberg Tribunal had designed the SS and Gestapo as major Nazi war criminal organizations. [24]
An entire network of the SS and Gestapo went to work for the United States. Some of those in that network were directly involved in mescaline drug research on concentration camp prisoners and continued that research in the United States through Project Paperclip.
Project Paperclip was the code name under which the U.S. intelligence and military services extracted over a thousand German scientists from Nazi Germany.
AN UNHOLY ALLIANCE: Dr. Savage, Nazis, Dr. Kurt Beringer & the University of Heidelberg
In 1959, Dr. Savage admitted that he had direct contact with Dr. Kurt Beringer, the foremost authority on chemical induced alter states of consciousness.
Dr. Savage said that he learned from Dr. Beringer “… that LSD produced “ein siiser Rausch” than mescaline, I begin to use it and have been working with it on and off every since.” [25]
Rausch in German basically means altered states induced by intoxication. In other words, LSD induced a more profound state of altered consciousness than mescaline.
Here most significantly, Dr. Savage strongly implies that the U.S. Navy had access to experimental LSD before 1949.
Dr. Savage continued to reveal the continued offensive versus defensive nature of this work at the Livermore TB Sanitarium, and suggests he was expanding the Nazi pharmacological research of Dr. Kurt Beringer in inducing altered states of consciousness offensively: “At the present time, I am consultant to the Palo Alto Mental Research Institute, where Dr. (Joe K.) Adams and Dr. (Don D.) Jackson are working on the influences of LSD on personality structure and defenses: LSD heightens, mobilizes, outlines, and liquidates defenses, and how these defenses are subsequently dealt with in psychotherapy…primary focus have not been therapy per se (emphasis mine), but research in therapy and personality structure, though from time to time we see surprising therapeutic reactions from LSD. I am also using it strictly for therapy at the Livermore Sanitarium. [26]
Dr.
Kurt Beringer (1893-1949) was an interesting character of Nazi Germany.
Research on hallucinogenic altered states has its roots with the
“Father of Psychedelic Experiences”, Dr. Beringer. He was the first to
describe the effects of mescaline in detail in his landmark studies in
1927 “Kunstlisches Psychomodell” and “De Meskalinrausch” establishing
the groundwork for the experimental psychosis model.Research conducted by Beringer at the University of Heidelberg Psychiatric Clinic in the late 1920s underlined mescaline’s capacity to similarly stir delusions and hallucinations, paranoia and depersonalization, especially when administered in higher dosage.
During the war, the SS and Nazi Gestapo viciously physically tortured their victims to extract information, but also explored psycho-chemical means of psychological torture as a means to interrogate and kill victims by using drugs such as mescaline, and insulin-shock processes.
Himmler’s SS and the Nazi Party exploited all of Germany’s institutions of higher learning to expand its worldview, eugenic projects, and macabre euthanasia programs of mass-murder, mayhem and slaughter of the old, infirm, mentally ill, handicapped, and so-called sub races of Europe.
Thousands of cadavers of the tortured were turned into eugenic research material and scientific specimens for studies by institutions such as the University of Heidelberg.
Professor of "racial hygiene", Dr. Carl Schneider, Chairman of the Department of Psychiatry of the Department of Psychiatry, and Dean of the Faculty of Medicine of the University of Heidelberg conducted psychological assessments of children that were condemned to die by the Nazis, and had their brains collected, dissected and studied as scientific specimens after they were murdered. [27]
Whatever Dr. Beringer was doing with his mescaline-induced hallucinations and insulin-shock therapy studies at Neuropsychiatric Clinic at Freiburg, and the University of Heidelberg were of military value to the SS and the National Socialist Workers Party (NSDAP). [28] Heidelberg was a stronghold of the NSDAP.
During the "Crystal Night" (Kristallnacht) on November 9, 1938, the people of Heidelberg burned down synagogues at two locations in the city, and systematic deported Jews, and sent 150 Jews to Dachau concentration camp. [29] By 1939, the University lost one third of its staff due to the purge of Jews and non Aryans. [30]
On October 22, 1940, during the "Wagner Buerckel event" 6000 local Jews, including 280 from Heidelberg were deported and sent to Camp Gurs in France. [31]
By the end of the war in 1945, Professors Beringer and Schneider were colleagues at the University of Heidelberg. They had to have been Waffen SS, Nazis, or Nazi collaborators due to the purges, internment, and deportation of Jews, non Aryans, and enemies of the state from the university and city, because that was all that was left there at the university.
From 1936 to 1940, Beringer's study of mescaline-induced hallucinations and insulin-shock therapy at the Neuropsychiatric Clinic at Freiburg, Baden-Wuttenberg, Germany was funded by the Rockefeller Foundation.[32] Very little is known what he was working with, but Dr. Savage suggests that was still exploring the altered states of hallucinogenic drugs.
From 1940-1945, Dr. Beringer’s hallucinogenic drug research was funded by the Nazis, and the Nazis may have known about LSD soon after it was discovered by the Swiss chemist Dr. Albert Hofmann. [33]
In 1938, Dr. Hofmann was the first to synthesize LSD-25 at Sandoz Pharmaceuticals in Basel, Switzerland.
On April 16, 1943, Hofmann accidentally discovered the hallucinogenic effects of LSD, and by April 19, 1943, Hofmann undertook the first self-experiment with LSD. [34]
The history of LSD then jumps to its first report in a Swiss pharmacological journal in 1947, then to 1949 when Dr. Max Rinkel brought LSD to the United States from Sandoz Pharmaceuticals in Switzerland and initiated work with LSD in Boston. [35]
The history of LSD from 1943 to 1947 is missing, and not accounted for. Dachau Concentration Camp was no more than 200 miles from Hofmann at Sandoz. [36]
Hofmann’s co-researcher at Sandoz, Dr. Werner A. Stoll, the son of the owner of Sandoz conducted the initial experiments with Delysid at Burghoeltzli Psychiatric Institute in Zurich. Delysid was the Sandoz’s trade name for LSD. [37]
Hofmann and Stoll found that Delysid was some five thousand to ten thousand times more potent than an equivalent dose of mescaline, the substance LSD-25 most closely resembled, and discussed Beringer’s landmark studies on mescaline, and his finding of the similarly between mescaline intoxication and psychosis.
They found that Beringer’s conclusion on the similarly between mescaline and psychosis was echoed and confirmed by some recent researchers, notably E. Guttmann and G. T. Stockings. "Mescaline intoxication," the latter had written in 1940, "is indeed a true 'schizophrenia' if we use that word in its literal sense of 'split mind,' for the characteristic effect of mescaline is a molecular fragmentation of the entire personality, exactly similar to that found in schizophrenic patients.” [38]
They understood full well that their findings on Delysid were on the thresholds of Beringer’s research on going at the University of Freiburg in Germany, which was less than 50 miles away from the Sandoz lab.
Notably, Beringer at that time, the dean of the University of Freiberg Medical School, was conducting questionable eugenic based brain research of military value to the Nazis. [39]
It would have been natural for Dr. Beringer to be informed of discovery of Delysid and receive samples, which he had in fact received for research sometime soon after Hofmann’s discovery. [40]
After the war, Professor Beringer most likely had been taken as a war booty Project Paperclip scientist to have been available to the U.S. Navy and Dr. Savage before he died in 1949. Allegedly, his colleague Professor Schneider committed suicide in 1945 rather than face prosecution for war crimes of inhumanity to man. [41]
Dr. Savage was the prodigy of the “Dark Creature” and its fanatic mythological ideology of Aryan racial superiority, fiendish eugenic beliefs, and macabre mind bending and control experiments.
THE BEAST'S BLUEPRINT: The Dachau Concentration Camp Mescaline Experiments
After the war, the Navy’s intelligence officers also came across Nazi research papers on truth serums field tests that were conducted at Dachau concentration camp in Germany by Waffen SS Hauptsurmfuehrer, Dr. Kurt Plotner.
Dr. Plotner gave Jewish and Russian prisoners high doses of mescaline and watched them display schizophrenic behavior.
According to Plotner, the prisoners began to talk openly of their hatred of German captors, and to make confessional statements about their psychological makeup.
Reading Dr. Plotner’s reports the US Naval Intelligence officers discovered the Dark Creature had experimented with some success with mescaline as a speech and even truth-inducing drug, enabling interrogators to extract even the most intimate secrets from the subject when questions were cleverly put.
Plotner also reported researches into mescaline’s potential as an agent of behavior modification and mind control. According to concentration camp prisoner research team member Walter Neff, the goal of the Dachau experiments was "to eliminate the will of the person examined." Large doses of Mescaline were administered covertly by spiking prisoners' drinks and studying their schizoprehenic behavior. [42]
Some accounts link Neff and Dr. Plotner with the Himmler’s Ahnenerbe SS (Aryan) research teams. Himmler’s Ahnenerbe research files were confiscated after the war by U.S. military intelligence and remain to this day military top secret information. [43]
In 1945, Dr. Plotner was directly recruited by the U.S. Navy in Operation Paperclip to continue his field tests, experiments and counter-intelligence activities, and then he simply walked free and disappeared from records.
One of the men behind Dr. Plotner’s experiments was none other SS Dr. Walter Dornberger, an ardent Nazi. [44] Dr. Dornberger supervised Nazi Germany’s infamous Rocketeers like SS Dr. Werner von Braun, another ardent Nazi was the founder of America’s NASA program. [45]
As I sat with my father for hours watching him enter in and out of a conscious void, I had no idea what he had been through. I had no idea that he had been tortured. I had no idea of the degree of my mother’s heroic efforts to keep us all together, protect and shield us from the BEAST. Both of them died relatively young, and I suspect that the stress and strain of what they had endured contributed to their early death. I only wish that I knew what I know now. I may have been able to comfort them and express my heartfelt appreciation and immense respect during their lives for their heroic battles with the BEAST.
[1]. Damgaard, Jacqueline A, THE INNER SELF HELPER:TRANSCENDENT LIFE WITHIN LIFE?, NOETIC SCIENCES REVIEW # 05, PAGE 24, WINTER 1987
[2] Allison, Ralph, M.D., Abstract, MPD and DID are Two Different Post-Traumatic Disorders, 1995
[3] Mescaline & The Mad Hatter (Dr. John Smythies, British Psychiatrist), Time, Monday, July 13, 1953
[4] Abramson, H.A., The Use of LSD in Psychotherapy, Transactions of a Conference of LSD-25, Princeton University, April 22, 23 & 24, 1959
[5] http://www.erowid.org/culture/characters/hubbard_al/hubbard_al.shtml
[6] LSD and Psychotherapy, http://www.alb2c3.com/drugs/lsd02.htm
[7] Freedom, A Clockwork Orange Career, The maestro of “mind-control” continues to haunt America, http://www.freedommag.org/english/LA/issue02/page12.htm
[8] Supra, at fn. 4
[9] http://www.hartford-hwp.com/archives/27a/247.html
[10] Cuddy, Dennis, PhD., Mental Health, Education and Social Control, Part 13, http:// www.newswithviews.com/Cuddy/dennis33.htm
[11] Supra, at fn. 4.
[12] http://www.mri.org/dondjackson/memomri.htm
[13] Chaitkin, Anton, British psychiatry: from eugenics to assassination, July 2002, http://www.hartford-hwp.com/archives/27a/247.html
[14] Id. at fn. 4
[15] Id., at 4.
[16] In re Rayford Bullock, Alameda County Courthouse, Case No. 21645
[17] My personal notes from his stolen medical records
[18] Id.
[19] Id.
[20] Brussell, Mae, Why was Patty Hearst Kidnapped?, Realist, February 1974, http://www.maebrussell.com/Mae%20Brussell%20Articles/Why%20Was%20Hearst%20Kidnapped%201.html
[21] http://www.peopleunited.org/aboutus.html
[22] http://www.shirleys-wellness-cafe.com/v-kaiser.htm
[23] Brussell, Mae, The Nazi Connection to the JFK Assassination, The Rebel, November 22, 1983, http://www.prouty.org/brussell/nazi-1.html
[24] War Crimes and Criminals, http://www.ess.uwe.ac.uk/genocide/war_criminals.htm
[25] Id.
[26] Supra, Id. at fn. 4
[27] Bureigh, M. Death and Deliverance: ‘Euthanasia in Germany, 1900-1945
[28] http:// en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heidelberg
[29] Id.
[30] Id.
[31] Id.
[32] http://archive.rockefeller.edu/publications/resrep/brock.pdf
[33] Acid Dreams Time-Line, http://www.levity.com/aciddreams/timeline.html
[34] id.
[35] Id.
[36] Marks, John, The Search for the Manchurian Candidate, Chapter 2, http:// www.drugtext.org/library/psylib/marks1.htm
[37] Stevens, Jay, Storming Heaven, LSD & The American Dream, Publisher: Perennial Library
1988
[38] “mescaline intoxication is indeed a true schizophrenia …" Robert S. De Ropp, Drugs and
the Mind, pp. 177-79.
[39] Research Report, The Rockefeller University, Spring 2001, http://archive.rockefeller.edu/publications/newsletter/nl2001.pdf
[40] Hofmann admits psychiatrists were given samples soon after the discovery of LSD, See Stanislav Grof interviewing Dr. Albert Hofmann at the Esalen Institute in Big Sur, California, 1984, www.maps.org/news-letters/v11n2/grofhofmann.html
[41] http:// www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/jsource/Holocaust/medmurder.html
[42] Blackman, Shane, Chilling Out: The Cultural Politics of Substance Consumption, Youth and Drugs, page 33
[43] Levenda, Peter, Unholy Alliance: A History of Nazi Involvement with the Occult, page 273; Kater, Michael H., Das “Ahnenerbe” der SS 1933-1945, Ein Beitrag zur Kulturpolitik des dritten
[44] Walter Dornberger Summary, http://www.bookrags.com/Walter_Dornberger
[45] Wernher von Braun, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wernher_von_Braun
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