Fragment Number Six:
Letter to my sister.
Archivist Note: The letter was in the notebook in rough draft but never sent. Many
people besides Michael Weiner have made references to it over the years. Mrs.
Jack Swanson and her co-hosts for example made references to the spelling. Scott
Bobro found the discussion of the death of their mother useful in his harassment at Farmers.
(see Psy Ops)
It took several months
of listening to the KQED radio show before I finally had enough evidence that Yvonne had set us up and I stopped seeing her.
(see Last Letter) For some reason Yvonne encouraged me to listen to the programs. Why I do not know. One theory I developed
was that she wanted me to see how dishonest people could be. A public demonstration
of betrayal. Was this all about Marlene after all? But why go to such lengths? Why this immensely complicated and convoluted process? However, many of the comments on the radio programs that seemed to apply to Yvonne also seemed
to apply to my sister as well.
So I was suspicious when my
sister started calling me. Then in one conversation my sister actually
asked me why I didn’t go back and see Yvonne?
“Why? So she can get more material?” I exclaimed.
“That’s right .
. . we don’t need to give them any more evidence. They know quite a bit
too much about us already . . . women! . . . Of
course women are smarter than us, married men have known this for ever.” --- Garrison Keeler
Then in another conversation
I told my sister, “The whole thing has been a scam. It has all been a con. She is a con artist. She is a palm reader. She is a gypsy woman!”
Later I did go back to see
Yvonne and she asked, “When I lived in Scotland . . . do you remember me telling you I lived in
I’m not likely to forget that am I?) When I lived in Scotland, on that island I told you about, my best
friend was a gypsy woman.” This was said without any preamble, no connection
to what we had been talking about, just a random thought?
Then, on another occasion,
I was at my sister’s home, and I commented that I had sent the Last Letter to the Senators, and explained that it was
about the mass media. I pointed out that at one time the mass media may have
been plural but now the mass media acted as a single unit. Not just because of
the mergers and acquisitions and consolidation, but because all the operating units have been taken over by the same elite
school graduates who share the same social political outlook. I said, “The
mass media is a hydra headed monster.” A few days later a fat bald
headed reporter for the Sacramento Bee went on the KQED air saying, “Like
the man said, ‘the mass media is a hydra headed monster.’”
I became increasingly
alarmed that my sister was participating in the same conspiracy as Yvonne and the people at KQED. My sister is a San Francisco artist, a painter. She could hardly be called “liberal” because, like so many of the type, she is beyond an normal
political classification. They are liberated from politics because they are liberated
from reason. What is reason but some agreed upon, some shared, values and views?
But what if you do not
accept these generally agreed upon values?
Woebegone girls basket ball team was now controlling the game, . . . they were
doubling up and double teaming their opponents . . .” Garrison Keeler
Then too Yvonne’s
mother became a Theosophist later in life and Yvonne said she bought her mother a house in Ohi,
California which she said was the headquarters of the Theosophists. Point Loma, in San Diego, is also a center for the Theosophists,
and Ohi is near San Diego. My sister was for a time a Theosophist and lived in San Diego
for a number of years. It may seem
an unlikely connection but then how many Theosophists are there in the world, or Southern California? Then to Yvonne has “researched” many spiritual communities in the Bay
Area, (and across the country), and there is a high likely hood that she and my sister’s paths may have crossed in the
Both denied any connection. I concluded that they were lying.
My sister’s participation
in Yvonne and KQED’s harassment caused not only my alienation from her, but from my family. Our parents could believe that I was a victim of a conspiracy of a marriage counselor, KQED radio, local entertainers, U. S.
Senators, the Democrat Party, etc. etc. including their daughter, or they could believe their daughter who told them that
their son was insane. Which of us do you believe?
So over the years I watched
Yvonne lie, to me and Marlene, and Marlene believed Yvonne. My sister participated in Yvonne’s lie, along with KQED,
etc, and then our parents became alienated. And so on through out my life.
I sent the Last Letter and
tried to get out of the public spot light. To no avail. Later other radio personalities joined in seemingly just for sport.
After I started seeing Yvonne the second time, Michael Weiner seemed to know a great deal about Yvonne. He knew she studied at the Naropa Institute in Colorado. That she frequented a certain coffee shop in town. That
she lived in Pittsburg. He made so
many references that I thought he must be a friend of hers, or a client. She
denied any connection. I concluded that she must be talking to her friends at
the chatter box café and Weiner must be getting the information second hand. Later
after the burglary etc. it turned out the Weiner had access to a large intelligence network.
(see Intel Operations)
Over the years a veritable
crowd of people, mostly in the radio business have followed me from job to job all across the country to Florida,
to Maine. It seems incredible but it is all true. Why?
Starting with Yvonne . . . possibly it is because Marlene and I were from Alameda
County and were not part of Yvonne’s set.
She could betray us and then go laugh about it with her friends at the chatter box café. Then too after only a few interviews she could easily perceive that we were, Marlene and I, completely
alone, powerless. Utterly without recourse.
Then too I was a Republican who had written letters in support of the First Gulf War, critical of liberals, quotas,
One theory was that Yvonne
might . . . well it was just a theory, one of hundreds that I have considered
. . . How to explain why Yvonne would have even gone through the trouble of arranging for me and Marlene to go to the KQED
studio in the first place . . .possibly she had some . . . ah, interest? Attachment?
So anyway, in one conversation
with my sister discussing Yvonne’s betrayal and why I could not possibly ever see her again, and why had she betrayed
me, and what possible explanation could there be . . . I said . . . to my sister . . . well I said . . . “I don’t
think Yvonne loves me.” Certainly not.
Anyway this was the origin
of the witches. I imagined later my sister telling Yvonne the story . . . And
then he said . . . What? And
then he said . . . . . . Well go on what? And then he said . . . ‘I
don’t think Yvonne loves me.’ I can still hear their cackling laughter
echoing through the dark woods even now.
I never confronted Yvonne
or my sister. Our parents were in their 70’s and I did not want to upset
them. Our mother once asked about what had happened, and I told her to ask Susan. She said she did but that Susan had said she did not know what I was talking about.
The engineers talk about the “progressive collapse” of a structure. First one critical element fails, then another as a consequence, etc. until the whole
thing comes tumbling down. Not wanting to involve our parents in this conflict
I stayed away and then as a consequence, more alienation, which lead to still more, etc. etc.
Then our mother died. More alienation.
I wrote to Susan and Yvonne that we should meet and discuss what had happened but they refused. A month later, my father was dead. (A few days after that
the burglary at the Colonial Motel and the letter and the notebook in which it was placed were stolen.)
I didn’t even send the
letter to my sister. I saw Yvonne one last time after Duane Garrett killed himself
but there was no confrontation. She never admitted anything. This probably explains my own suicide. (Possible subject of
study: Do suicides share a common characteristic of avoiding confrontations? Is that why we kill ourselves?)
In my case, being labeled
retarded at age nine, does not instill a since of entitlement or self confidence. Maybe
this is why they betrayed me? I’m retarded? No, because I am a mark. Who
am I to complain? Rights? What rights? Progressive collapse. By what right does
one confront, or complain, or insist? Therefore, suicide.
Perhaps I should have
been more confrontational. But just consider:
to confront your counselor because you think people on the radio are talking about you?
It is embarrassing it is so crazy.
The letter to my sister
was not written until 1997 or 1998. I wrote it because in 1996, when I was in Portland Maine my colleagues
learned of my mother’s death the day before I did. How could they hear
of my mother’s death? None of them were from California. None of them had any known connection. It
seemed to be a continuation of the same pattern. But how? But again I never sent the letter. It was not read by anyone
else until it was taken in the burglary of the Colonial Motel in December 1999.
Michael Weiner was the
first to go on the air with the stolen notebook material the day after the burglary. Mrs. Jack Swanson and Brian Wilson were making references to the stolen notebook the
following Monday. Then others on KGO made references that same week. Later in 2001 Scott Bobro was making references to the death of my mother when he was carrying out his
campaign of harassment at Farmers. Whether he actually saw the letter or was
only told of its contents I do not know.