Conversations with the Crow Part 32
TBR News Ė September 19, 2008
Date: Tuesday, January 7, 1997
Commenced: 9:34 AM CST
Concluded: 10:07 AM CST
RTC: Good morning, Gregory. I take it you have survived the holidays intact?
GD: Yes. Christmas is a non-event and as far as New Years Eve is concerned, all I can say about that is that I could hear the fireworks and the guns going off for about an hour. It sounded like the battle of Bull Run for awhile. And the next day I heard on the news that people were indeed shooting guns up into the air and the spent shells were pattering down on their neighbors and strangers. What they should do, is to stick the muzzle in their mouths and then pull the triggers. Make work for the ambulance people, the medical examiners and, of course, the unfortunate ones who have to clean the brains off the ceilings.
RTC: So graphic. Reminds me of Frank Wisnerís end. Polly complained that the ceiling was a mess and it took two weeks and much paint to cover up the evidence of Frankís end. He used a shotgun.
GD: That will do it. How did his black boyfriend take it?
RTC: Thatís a closed chapter.
GD: Well, I wonder how Costelloís equally black boyfriend took the news of his loverís sudden demise in the lonely sky over the Atlantic?
RTC: I was not privy to that. I do understand his brother, who was in the RN, refused to accept the body.
GD: Infection. If they cremated him, perhaps his boyfriend could come over and claim him. At least John would get his ashes hauled for the last time.
RTC: (Laughter)You are not very nice, Gregory.
GD: God, I would hope not.
RTC: How is the second MŁller book coming along?
GD: Quite well. Now that I have Kronthalís name and more input, it will be a worthwhile venture.
RTC: I have been asked, repeatedly, if you have mentioned a second volume but I always pretend not to hear the question. Being an old man has its advantages sometimes. No, you have stirred up a very vicious hornetís nest, Gregory, and they wonít give up until they have either run you into the ground or bought off your publisher.
GD: They wouldnít have any luck trashing me because I trash right back and while they are conventional in their character assassinations, I am very unorthodox. They donít have the intelligence to deviate from the usual badmouthing and I donít have the patience to put up with their crap. You now, about a week ago, I rang up Raul Hilberg, the historian. Heís teaching up in Vermont and writes about the Holocaust. Still, heís a competent and relatively honest historian. He told me a funny story about Bob Wolfe. Seems Wolfe sent him a copy of the MŁller book with a enclosed note hoping Hilberg would trash the work in print. Hilberg told me he read it through and while he found parts of it very disturbing, he couldnít oblige Wolfe because, from a historical point at least, it was very accurate. He said Wolfe said I was threatening national security with my writings. Hilberg said that the fact that your organization hired carloads of Gestapo and SS men who were wanted for anti-Jewish activities was not national security.
RTC: They are absolutely terrified that if this thesis gains popular belief, they will be unable to cope with the uproar. Critchfield has been pushing them to have you shot and from my occasional, unpleasant, meetings with Wolfe, he is desperate to ruin your reputation. But I donít think national security has any part of this.
GD: What do you think?
RTC; Wolfe is a typical Beltway boy. He has carved out a niche for himself as an outstanding expert on the Third Reich.
GD: Nonsense. Wolfe is most certainly not a real expert. He pretends to be but he is not. Imagine what more I could learn if I were in his place.
RTC: Heís afraid you will start talking and show him up as a fraud.
GD: Arenít they all?
RTC: Tell me, does Kimmel know Wolfe?
GD: Oh yes he does. Weíve all had dinner together at the Cosmos Club.
RTC: Well, that explains much. I should tell you that you are viewed here in the FBI and CIA nests as a real loose cannon. No one knows what youíll come out with next and the idea is to get your confidence and then try to find something on you to discredit you. Kimmel is part and parcel of this game and they are using Wolfe as the resident expert, hoping he can trip you up.
GD: Robert, that wonít happen. If Wolfe is their front man, theyíre all in bad company. Hilberg said Wolfe was an envious phony who was jealous of everyone and the only reason he had occasional dealings with him was because Wolfe was an outrageous suckass who had very good access to the official records. Tell me about that. Wolfe got into the prohibited files and sent me an Army General Staff document listing all the top Nazis brought into this country in 1948 and to include MŁller and far more. This had been sealed by Presidential order but Wolfe made a copy of it and sent it off to me, hoping frantically that I would trust him and finally tell him what persona Heini MŁller used while he was living here.
RTC: Of course they donít know the name. He was under deep cover and I doubt if more than eight or nine people knew who he really was and what his former job had been.
GD: Truman knew, and Beetle Smith did for certain and of course Critchfield was the CIA man who hired him. Other than that, I donít know who here really knew his given name.
RTC: And you can my name to the short list. Can you imagine the frenzy to find out what name he used so they could purify their files? The burn bags would be piled up by the furnace doors, believe me. And then they could say very smugly that they had searched their files and never found anyone with that name.
GD: Thatís why Wolfe has been so friendly with me.
RTC: Oh yes, he has. But he hates you, Gregory, not because our leadership there hates you but because heís afraid you will show him up as a fraud and, more important, he will fail in his mission. He does so want to get in with the Naftali CIA crowd and he wants your head on a platter to please them.
GD: Heís too eager, too treacherous and too obvious to be of any use to them.
RTC: Donít forget, Gregory, this is the Beltway and theyíre all the same. They are a bunch of gross incompetents who are prepared to pay homage to another Beltway boys self-serving lies about their importance if you will, in turn for other Beltway boys paying attention to theirs. You know and they donít and they donít want someone outside their circle who is more intelligent than they are to rock their boats.
GD: They must be afraid the Jews will get after them for daring to hire their enemies.
RTC: Well, thatís true but only up to a point. The Jews know when to shut up and they can use this to pry more money out of the government to assuage their wounded spirits.
GD: Well, in the next book, I will have some interesting things to say. The loose cannon rolls around the deck of the warship in a storm, battering holes in the sides of the ship. If Iím lucky, maybe theyíll all sink in shark-infested waters. But thinking about this, Robert, Iím sure there are things that even a shark wouldnít eat. Yes, I do know more than they ever will. I know this sounds egocentric but it is true. I really enjoy encountering all the experts and observing them trying to find out what I know so they can pick my brains on the one hand, and trying to get me to turn my back so they can stab me in it on the other. Why are these despicable types attracted to government work?
RTC: Where else would they get a job?
GD: Mopping up after the elderly in a nursing home or doing vital work at the sewage treatment plants of America.
RTC: I have some interesting news for you. I have just had Greg ship you off a long list of Nazis who worked for us plus their new names and addresses here. Could you use that?
GD: Oh yes, how wonderful. What a wonderful Christmas present. Anyone I know?
RTC: Thatís for you to decide.
GD: If I have the original names, I have the files that will let me check on them. MŁller gave me a list of Gestapo agents, and more important, the V-Leute or German stool pigeons for the Gestapo. I wonder how many of them are working for Langley?
RTC: And donít forget the Army got its share.
GD: Not at all. MŁller gave me his old Army uniform, medals and all. Itís in my closet in a bag. The same uniform he was wearing in the Signal Corps picture of him in the White House with Truman and Smith.
RTC: Oh, do publish that.
GD: I will save that for the last. Iíll wait until Wolfe and the Inner Sanctum Hebrews are in full cry against me and then put out a number of things. It would be like throwing table salt on garden slugs and snails. Lots of yellow foam and a painful death.
RTC: Couldnít happen to nicer people. You remember that Roosevelt/Churchill intercept I gave you? Kimmel had it checked out and once they decided it was original, he suddenly forgot all about it. Of course it would go far to exonerate his grandfather but he will never, never use it because it came from you and you are the spawn of Satin.
GD: Isnít it funny. Robert? Instead of asking you, politely of course, to help them, they band together like frightened rats in a burning barn, shrieking how terrible you are. Besides their own stupidity, are they hiding anything?
RTC: I doubt it. My impression is that the intelligence community does not tolerate talent.
GD: The enshrinement of mindless mediocrity. Burial at Arlington and a star on the Langley wall.
RTC: And donít forget a tree planted in the Holy Land.
GD: Their Holy Land, Robert, not mine.
(Concluded at10:07 AM CST)
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