Kerry Thornley - The Dreadlock Recollections

As for saner, more material utopias of the body rather than the mind, before I went to Reginald Eaves about the JFK assassins in 1976 I was maintaining very satisfactory relationships with four or sometimes five women at the same time and no one was calling me paranoid. During most of these happy years between 1973 and 1976 I was attending Georgia State University in Atlanta and thinking of nothing but passing exams and getting laid. So the glories of the past, both in what seemed like reality physically and (between 1976 and 1979) psychologically, can probably never hope to be rivaled by any possible future. Where once there was sex and mysticism, today there is only politics. Even in retrospect when I divine the actual nature of what I then supposed was true happiness.

Frederick Demarra and David Rockefeller were just fighting for my soul, in and out of the bedroom and psychic manifestation. So I see that I've always just been a plaything of the rich and the powerful, a political football, a leaf in the wind, an individual who achieved everything through no merit of his own.

So even when I contemplate that your brilliant Nazis in NASA and Bulgarian assassins and Ronald Reagan and probably even L. Ron Hubbard himself, not to mention Jim Garrison, anxiously await the latest news about how many times I scratched my ass in the line at the Post Office, I realize I deserve no credit. These are not things I planned. They just happened to me, either because they were plotted in advance by the World Wildlife Fund, the Hoover Institution, Edward Howard Hunt or CBS, or all four.

The question of what to do about any such situation is almost ludicrous in itself. So writing an essay for Selective Service makes as much sense as anything and slightly more than petitioning, say, Thomas Aquinas Murphy of General Motors, who is in a business that kills even far more Americans than does war.

According to most occult metaphysical systems nothing ever happens to anyone unless they want it to happen. So in the Eighteenth Century it became quite a fad within the French aristocracy to arrange to have oneself decapitated. What was good enough for King Louis and Marie Antoinette is good enough for you! Cut off your head with a chain saw and look and feel like an aristocrat!

Lest you get the notion I'm a raving Bolshivicki, I assure you I'm a member in good standing of the Kronstadt Vengence Committee — dues paying, I also might add. For one thing, the Soviet Ambassador to Cuba ("Leon") was probably involved in the faction of assassins that escalated the Vietnam unpleasantness. So very much as I surmise was the case with George Demonrenschldt, I wind up playing both ends against the middle simply in order to try to get the plain truth, in spite of my essentially leftist sympathies.

Lee Oswald could have been an Illuminist "Light" spying electronically on Nikita K., and conveying in cant and other symbolic actions the Party Secretary in the Kremlin, for which reasons Soviet agents may have been assigned to frame him. Oswald may have misinterpreted Mr. K's ass scratching in the Moscow Post Office and framed him for sabotaging, via "the whole Bay of Pigs thing," the relations between JFK and the CIA then again, I could be off on another of my tangents.

In any case, it seems to me you waste too much time worrying about Russians when you should be worrying about Prussians. I'm a reluctant convert of the school of the anonymous man who stood up at a SubGenius Convention and yelled "Let's go back to Europe and fight WWII all over and this time, by God, let's win!"

Good and Evil: It sounds like the name of a porno flick, doesn't it?

At this time I'm reading two books. One of them is an introductory autobiography of Malcolm X, my greatest American Black hero, whom I've come to suspect in recent years was murdered by my family, in cooperation with the FBI. The other is called Jailbird — the title I was going to use for my book (already written and called The Dreadlock Recollections , which name I was going to drop, about my own involvement in the JFK murder). John Kennedy wasn't then and is not now in retrospect one of my heroes. Kurt Vonnegut, who beat me to the title Jailbird , is. Unfortunately, from what I can gather of his canted double entendre's he wasn't thrilled with my efforts to bring the history of the JFK murder to light. Then again, I might just be imagining things. Possibly he isn't writing in cant at all. Or possibly he isn't writing about me, if he is. Anyway, I like Vonnegut no matter what he thinks of me.

There is in Gregory Hill's Norton Archives a file called the Change Raving Documents which explain all my political principles so that it isn't necessary to ask me what I think about this or that situation of which I have never been provided with sufficient facts anyway. Nevertheless, I'm incessantly consulted about what I think of this or that, so that I can be punished for my opinion.

The only reason I'm being consulted about my political opinions in the first place is because E. Howard Hunt once put on half the Royal Arch Masons with some tapes of conversations with me that were incomplete, both insofar as the whole of the discussions were concerned and in terms of their context (ie that I was only humoring Hunt, who was disguised as a penny ante mobster, to gather material for a novel).

What is relevant is not my opinions. What is relevant is my memory of those conversations, in which I learned circa 1962 that a war was being planned in Asia in order to avoid an invasion of Cuba, and that the principal motive for this preference for fighting Asians instead of Cubans was racist.

That's all the hell there is to my case. Everything else is a contingency program for prosecuting genocidal racism by diverting popular attention to another subject, any other subject. Until genocidal racism is halted, there will be no point in even attempting to deal with any other issue, such as mind control. Because when one out of every three people in this world is being deliberately starved to death, there is going to be so much irrational violence in response that accomplishing anything constructive will be impossible, as it already is at this time.

I think this whole business of trying to resist mind control with the help of Muslims is insane, suicidal, bound to lead to something worse if it succeeds, impossible to accomplish and politically dangerous any way you look at it, except for the remote possibility that it might contribute to defeating racism. Muslim culture is among the most conditioning, traditional of all cultures in the world. What's the point of resisting rational conditioning via electronics just to condone traditional conditioning that is equally oppressive to the individual?

I never got around to telling you why I think the draft, and draft registration, should be abolished. If, however, you will read The Great Explosion by Eric Frank Russell, a science fiction novel that gets to this point in its closing chapters, you will see how freedom could be defended without shameful compromises.

II

Something occurred to me the other day when Nelson asked me whether I wanted to work for the CIA, CBS or the Worldwide Church of God. Under ordinary circumstances, who you work for or what political entity holds you captive is of secondary importance. For example imagine someone is a Marxist. Does it make sense to imagine that individual is therefore more effective in Russia or China than in the US or Western Europe? Wherever I am I've always argued. I've never in my life been in a social environment where I agreed with many of the people surrounding me. There just aren't any anarchist ghettos.

Obviously I wouldn't want to work for the CIA or NSA if I could help it, bureaucracies, particularly imperialist bureaucracies, being what they are. A lack of imagination, or imagination that only channels itself into gaining political power, is already enough of a plague in my circumstances. All these organizations as far as I'm concerned, are rightist, although they say the NSA isn't. They also say the NSA is heavily dominated by the KKK.