To understate matters, my parents were not intellectuals. So when in the early fifties they sat me down to “talk politics” I was surprised. Very soon those discussions always settled on my opinions about “Red China.” Unfortunately, in my early teens I was an advocate of all-out preventive nuclear war against China. I wanted to defeat them before they got the Bomb. My understanding of politics was of course not very enlightened. Finally, at the end of one of these conversations my father asked me if I would be willing to fight in such a war. “Of course,” I answered. “Well,” he said reluctantly, “that’s good enough for me; if you’d be willing to sacrifice your life–” Both my mother and I corrected him: “I would be willing to risk my life.” (These last two lines were repeated almost verbatim ten years later in an exchange about fighting totalitarianism in this country in my conversations with Brother-in-law.)
Recently, I heard the following rumor: my parents were under the gun when these discussions happened. Living two doors down from us on Morella Avenue in North Hollywood at that time were people alleged to have been Maoist agents. My hunch is that our family was not unique among those involved in secret German organizations — particularly the Vril — in becoming involved with the Chinese. Mao was nearly as such a Bakuninst and Kropotkinist as Marxist and was therefore a particularly effective enemy of imperialism, for which reason there would have been added incentive for infiltration — besides the Vril view of the Chinese as the “master race” of Asia.
Harry Truman said the worst mistake he ever made was his 1952 signing of the National Security Agency charter. Unlike the CIA charter, the NSA charter is classified information. Interestingly, the word, “charter,” signifies in intelligence community cant, “death.”
When I was attending Sun Valley Junior High School — it appears in retrospect — there was in operation among the teachers and pupils an extension of the Goebbels “well-camouflaged German propaganda network” early in the fifties. I have been told that this project was by then being sponsored by the National Security Agency.
So, without knowing it — long before I joined the Marines and met Oswald, and very long before I discussed killing JFK with the man I call Brother-in-law — I seem to have already been up to my ass in conspiracies.
Nor was Brother-in-law the first person to mention sources of energy other than fossil fuels to me. My dad had been saying as much ever since I could remember, adding also that oil majors were covering them up — although he never argued the matter at length and I was not particularly convinced.
My purpose in publishing this account that has appeared in Kultcha #42 and Decadent Workers #1, #3, #5, #7, #9 and #11 has been to explain my theorietical views of why I became involved in events that culminated in the JFK assassination. In short, I think I was brought into this world as a result of a Vril Society breeding experiment and that my whole extended family was active in Nazi intelligence during WWII and that after the war their activities were forced by the momentum of the situation to include further foreign intelligence work. How witting or unwitting they were of the exact nature of their involvement I’m unprepared to guess.
