Weather Underground -exposed.

[Dawn Meredith]

I was just looking at a review of an unauth bio of Obama, by Webster Tarpley and came across this sentence. I have been saying this for decades. Argruing with my good friend Carl Oglesby about his old friend Dohrn , from SDS days, with whom he parted ways when the violence began. OF course she went on to be an atty. and teaches at a U in Chicago. Carl went on to be destitute, but he gave all, first for peace, then for decades with the assassination of JFK:

By itself, Tarpley's expose on the true nature of the Weather Underground, as agent provocateurs against the legitimate peace movement is one of the keys to understanding what went wrong in America in the 60's makes the book a value for such unique analysis. By working to destroy not only the peace movement, but the civil rights movement and the labor movement in America, movements that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was actively bringing together is to understand the method of evil that continues with violence and racism that Ayers and Dohrn celebrate to this day with the protection of the establishment typified by the New York Times.

[Phil Dragoo]

The product description of Tarpley on Amazon is fascinating, as is your summation that Ayers-Dohrn et al served merely as agents provocateur.

We followed Rudd for the seven hours he recruited at Purdue as he spoke before groups ranging from about five thousand to a living room floor where I sat next to him and he told me his "Maoist friends" didn't like him talking to us, said we were police.

My friend with the 16mm Beaulieu and I were not police. We had been at the Nixon Counterinnaugural January 19, 1969 when Rudd and his Maoists (with their red armbands) banged the iron knocker of Justice as the shirtsleeved attorneys on the second floor gave them the finger.

October 8-11, 1969. We attempt to get to the park in our 1963 Econoline, my friend had cut a hatch in the roof from which to film, windows with mesh screwed on, what to expect--

Convoys of three Chevy sedans followed by a wagon; the wagon black, the Chevys blue or light blue or bronze or black or white, solid color, unmarked. Sirens and these convoys crisscrossing like chemtrails.

We arrive at the park, park in the lot, just as a raft of cars scream in and out bound a couple of dozen of young clean-cut men in windbreakers punching their hands together in anticipation of a little ultraviolence, undercover police here to beat up the hippies.

Who were burning police barricades, the broken white and black boards smoldering in the naked tree park, the October night, the huddled Army surplus bandana-faced audience to the barking megaphone.

Bang they run pursued by the windbreakers, past platoons of pigeon blue helmets and clusters of trenchcoated Dick Tracy's listening to milk carton walkie talkies.

We cannot catch them and return to the van and more delays as we must pull over for each and every of the many many convoys.

We pass the TACTICAL POLICE UNIT bus, an old metro bus with mesh windows, all black-painted and it disgorges the blackclad leatherboys of the tac squad their big sticks ready to beat.

We find the scene of damage and park and follow a glittering sidewalk of shattered plate glass past pickup trucks with utility bodies and headache racks full of plywood sheets, generators humming, saws whining, the 24-Hour Emergency Board-Up Service guys taking care of business.

Chicagoans exiting theaters step over glass and cords in wonderment.

In a restaurant we have a chance to tape some comments.

"What do you think of this?"

"What do I think! What do I think! I think they oughta be in JAIL! THAT'S what I think!"

And jail is where they wound up, church sanctuary to the contrary notwithstanding.

And the media coverage? What media coverage?

Did Rudd think this would lead to general revolution?

After all, in DC he had chanted Ho Ho Ho Chi Minh the NLF is gonna win--

Did Ayers think this was worth eliminating 25 million who would resist--like the people in the restaurant--

[Phil Dragoo]

Tarpley on Obama is fascinating. He hangs Obama from Soros' strings, dates Obama's creation to the Dark Territory of Columbia and Brzezinski, identifies Wright and Ayers but misses Alinsky, concluding that it's a fascist telethon to support the banks.

Soros drained five hundred billion from money market funds September 18, 2008 before alarmed controllers shut it down. Had no one noticed the continuity of Paulson and Greenspan-Bernanke. That The One had his favorite banks and bankers.

And to be sure Brzezinski remains a major advisor, and Gates is retained. Gates the former DCI and Brzezinski coauthored the 2004 Council on Foreign Relations paper Iran: Time for a New Approach and negotiations are attempted with the Islamic Republic against reciprocity or interest.

Ayers in 2006 in Caracas exhorts Chavez with "viva la revolucion bolivariana! Hasta la victoria siempre!" Chavez can't feed the people, can't keep the lights on. Chaos. All is chaos.

The proliferation of Maoists--another cult of personality, in a palace which enjoys Kobe beef while telling the growing millions of unemployed to eat cake.

I think of the Ayers-Dorhn bombing campaign when reading Douglass on the May 8, 1963 bombing of the Buddhist celebration (pp 129-31), an act of provocation.

How different is this president from that described as "soon marked out for assassination" for the unspeakable crime of actually working for peace.

[Dawn Meredith]

Yes they- JFK and Obama- are so different that it is very hard for me to fathom that both Ted and Caroline and so many others saw so much similarity. It was all smoke and mirrors. One talked about hope, the other actually dared to plan it. I single out the word hope here, not "peace" as I noted during the election that many saw Obama as a peace candidate he did not run on that, but then again neither did JFK. I guess people were hoping that Obama would then "turn" toward peace once in office. Sadly he is made of sawdust and is owned lock stock and barrell by Wall street and the war machine.

Dawn

[Jan Klimkowski]

I was just looking at a review of an unauth bio of Obama, by Webster Tarpley and came across this sentence. I have been saying this for decades. Argruing with my good friend Carl Oglesby about his old friend Dohrn , from SDS days, with whom he parted ways when the violence began. OF course she went on to be an atty. and teaches at a U in Chicago. Carl went on to be destitute, but he gave all, first for peace, then for decades with the assassination of JFK:

By itself, Tarpley's expose on the true nature of the Weather Underground, as agent provocateurs against the legitimate peace movement is one of the keys to understanding what went wrong in America in the 60's makes the book a value for such unique analysis. By working to destroy not only the peace movement, but the civil rights movement and the labor movement in America, movements that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was actively bringing together is to understand the method of evil that continues with violence and racism that Ayers and Dohrn celebrate to this day with the protection of the establishment typified by the New York Times.

This is very complicated territory.

The Weather Underground, SDS, 60s student radicalism, Leary, LSD, levitating the Pentagon. Who was playing for the Yankees?

My own judgement is that certain members of the Weather Underground were agents provocateurs, but some were genuine revolutionaries. There are intriguing resonances with the Symbionese Liberation Army a few years later, except that Donald DeFreeze was a direct creation of Phoenix Program technology.

Thomas Pynchon's Vineland is a hugely funny and incisive exploration of the Weather Underground and 60s radicalism.

Pynchon even names names. If you can crack the code.

[Phil Dragoo]

Swinging the fireplace poker, declaring the stage a "liberated zone," Abbie Hoffman introduced his movie wherein then-Mayor Daley assured us, "The police are not there to create disorder; the police are there to preserve disorder."

I read Thomas Pynchon's V and The Crying of Lot 49 and Gravity's Rainbow but not Vineland.

Found this regarding the latter:http://www.mindspring.com/~shadow88/

Is it not ironic that the Marxist revolution came to town and among its first acts was the hiring of 16,500 tax collectors.

One could try to parody this, but like Orwell, would be caught out by the flood tide of reality.

We have met the Hope and Change and it is a line from Peter Townsend's Won't Get Fooled Again. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xHD0ZdhtmSQ

[Nathaniel Heidenheimer]

And the sad irony is that Bobby Kennedy was much more terrifying for the establishment, and is therefor attacked far more than Weatherfolk today by the Official Leftists at Z Magazine. The image of change is the guarantee of stasis.

[Jan Klimkowski]

I read Thomas Pynchon's V and The Crying of Lot 49 and Gravity's Rainbow but not Vineland.

Gravity's Rainbow is an incomparable and enduring work of art.

Vineland is more of a trip.

Pynchon wrote most of Gravity's Rainbow in the mid and late 60s, and was friends with the likes of Kirkpatrick Sale, historian of SDS, and Richard Farina, sixties folk artist and counterculture figure who died as a passenger on a motorbike doing 90mph...

Vineland is about COINTELPRO. Betrayal. Things not being what they seem. And whether quality dope helps or hinders the perception of deep political truths....

Here's a flavour. Brock Vond is the repressed but potent authoritarian manipulator. OK - Brond Vond is a fascist:

Brock Vond's genius was to have seen in the activities of the sixties left not threats to order but unacknowledged desires for it. While the Tube was proclaiming youth revolution against parents of all kinds and most viewers were accepting this story, Brock saw the deep -- if he'd allowed himself to feel it, the sometimes touching -- need only to stay children forever, safe inside some extended national Family. The hunch he was betting on was that these kid rebels, being halfway there already, would be easy to turn and cheap to develop. They'd only been listening to the wrong music, breathing the wrong smoke, admiring the wrong personalities. They needed some reconditioning.

Vond spends much of his time, um, manipulating radical filmmaker Frenesi Gates, a leftist born to a leftist mother, Sasha. Vond's trump card is Frenesi's weakness for a man in a uniform:

Sasha believed her daughter had "gotten" this uniform fetish from her. It was a strange idea even coming from Sasha, but since her very first Rose Parade up till the present she'd felt in herself a fatality, a helpless turn toward images of authority, especially uniformed men, whether they were athletes live or on the Tube, actors in movies of war through the ages, or maitre d's in restaurants, not to mention waters and busboys, and she further believed that it could be passed on, as if some Cosmic Fascist had spliced in a DNA sequence requiring this form of seduction and initiation into the dark joys of social control.

:vollkommenauf:

[Phil Dragoo]

To Richard Fariña

Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me

It was thrust upon me by a friend in 1967, the year I cancelled my subscription to Time magazine.

The year Jim Morrison cancelled his subscription to the Resurrection.

But our kazoos accompanied, not the Hallelujah Chorus per Pynchon's intro--what a rush to read that after all this--but rather the late Frank Zappa:

Life is such a ball
I run the world from city hall
Brown shoes don't make it
Quit school why fake it

Pynchon's tapestry, Burrough's Benway
Dylan was good for a hundred songs

Joyce went down some solipsistic hollow
where only professors in collars would follow
A shortcut cross the sixties rifle range
Was a bad career move and a time to change
Burma Shave