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UNIDENTIFIED MALE VOICE STATED " I AM OBSESSED WITH KILLING BEN
BRADLEY BUT THIS IS NOT A THREAT." THE TWO PRIOR TAPES HAD NO
THREATENING COMMENTS BUT INSTEAD RAMBLED ABOUT THE DISCRIMINATION
THAT "BLOND HAIR MEN ARE EXPERIENCING IN THE UNITED STATES . " DUE
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piece, i.e., discrimination against blondes, has not been made in to a feature
article when the Washington Post has been asked about it numerous times? Why is it
the Post feels it has an obligation to print discrimination charges if they are from
a minority perspective but has no circle of empathy from many other perspectives?
Several writers at the Post spend their present careers covering only "minority
issues" but my issue never gets addressed — why?
When I was in college I sometimes felt so sexually frustrated that when I saw a
provocatively dressed coed I would wish I could cut my neck — it was a defense
mechanism because I had already learned how frustrated and neurotic (because of the
conflicting messages from women) one could become trying to satify one's desires.
(**Notice**This Is Not Written With the Intention of Shock Effect of Breaking Norms
for the Sake of Deviancy But To Tell the Truth However Sociopathic a Tellin of Truths
May Seem — Liars Are Considered Normal in a World in Which Truth Seems Psychopathic or
Terrifyingly Abnormal). Somewhere during my Junior year in college I decided that
the ultimate act of defiance was to go hiking in a hot desert, stop and take off my
clothes, masturbate into the wind, cut my neck, and bleed to death while I and my
seed dried into nothingness, and stopping my personal phylogenetic evolution in it's
tracks. I was not happy and I grew up in an emotionally volatile home. Plus you see
when I was in high school I did not have a satisfying social and sexual life. I was
nobody special. I had an inferiority complex. I wasn't smart and I didn't like to
read. I wasn't particularly good in any sport so I wasn't a jock. I wasn't an
achiever in any sense. My family was poor. I worked after school so I didn't join
extra-curricular activies like clubs. I started smoking cigarettes in tenth grades.
I smoked pot before and after classes during eleventh grade. I got drunk on weekends
that I was allowed to party. I hung around with some juvenile delinquents friends
who were from my neighborhood. I grew my hair as long as my father would allow after
the battles. I went to Catholic Church on Sundays. I was generally afraid to get
into fights cause I wasn't particularly a good fighter. I rebelled against my
parents, over-protective restrictiveness. Never-the-less I was considered amiable,
was accepted by most of my class mates, and got my degree.
|) the only women who would talk to
1 I were prostitutes in downtown San Diego, despite surrounding beaches,
and they were out to exploit lonely and horny sailors for all they could get — and
the illegality of • a prophylactic blow job was all the more expensive. This of course
took place within the context of first seeing several striptease acts, when you were
really horny, id.est., vulnerable and desperate so that you were willing to pay for a
massage, which you would later learn would stimulate your whole body except you hard
penis — until you pleaded for mercy and found out that it was illegal but for twenty
to fourty mpre dollars and your word you weren't a cop you could get a rubberized
head job — which for me lasted about twenty seconds because I was so horny for so long
the slighted stimulation would have set me off. Hollywood movies and the real Navy
were not the same thing. I had my share of lonely nights. A normal person can
handle lonely drunks for a couple of years and I was looking forward to college where
collegian liberalness seemed so inviting and where women existed in equal numbers. I
was desperate for some touch. But some how I didn't feel like I fit into the dorm
with loud stereos, jockeying adolescents, and achieving suburbanites who never had to
go through the military to earn the GI bill. And there was a certain cautiousness
about me, like I was already alienated but I. didn't know what the word meant; but I
already knew what it meant to me socially and sexually deprived; and I couldn't quite
shake knowing what the fear of authoritarianism could do in regards to lowering one's
self respect (my main lesson from bootcamp). Then I ended up in a male dorm after
living on all male ships. I couldn't afford a fraternity. I could never picked
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women up in bars — I didn't have the magic touch. It turned out living and going to
school on a large midwestem campus sucked. What made it worst was these damn
feminists going off all the time. Like witch hunters they were out to destroy every
lecherous professor. Male lust was the ultimate evil. You didn't dare act or think
out loud sexually — but how could a healthy male not? Black men you don't know what
you missed. I was getting my get my first lessons in journalistic cowering to
feminists. Constant letters to the editor about sexist this and how sexist that was/
and they got the last word like they were always right/ rape this and sexual
harrassment of women (it was always harrassment of women)/ women's issues this and
women's issues that/ etc. And then there was the Take Back the Night Marches in
which all pornography (anything than depicted women an a sexual way) was condemned.
Christian sentiment and feminist dogma/ however conflicting/ were subjectively
becoming interwined so that male lust was clearly unethical — to put it mildly. But
my sexuality didn't understand morals/ appropriateness/ dogma/ right and wrong — and I
didn't ask to be horny any more than I asked to be bom. This was happening while I
was getting A's in my sexuality classes and looking forward to some sexual
enlightenment and some fun — but I wasn't getting any — in fact I was reading how all
these blue collar dudes were getting it. Feminists demanded their sexual rights but
condemned men if men's sexuality happened to be different from womens. Bum your bra -
and walk around like a cock tease because if a man's dick so much as gets hard she'll
pull out here knife and cut if off. Many college women weren't into promiscuity the
way college boys dreamed about it. So I sat in the library checking out sexually
provocative women but it .was the context of understanding male equals pig who lusts
while women dressed as exhibitionistically as they wanted knowing the climate was
lecher equals death (because who cares if men are sexually more sensitive to visual
clues and more easily arroused — that's your problem buddy!). So here I was horny as
hell/ sexually tormented/ and because I actively sought voyeuristic opportunities I
didn't realize I was being sexually harrassed (it's the same way at the University of
Maryland now but I don't study there — this spring women will be wearing hot pants
with their legs splayed up on the table and every male will have a copy of the Sexual
Harrassment program). These women were like frat sisters and stuff — women interested
in jocks/ and geeky brains/ and men with cars and bikes and money. I must have had
"LOOSER" spelled across my face because I don’t think anybody had the hots for me
save one social work type my last year of .college (and everybody I had a crush on was
not interested). There was something inexplicably- wrong about me. I was stood up
for lunch dates/ etc. It was like these damn feminists and pop sociologists had
instilled any attitude of no respect for the poor male whose motivation was shallow
and who was -the enemy — how could I compete against all this psychology. Needless to
say I had sex with sex magazines/ my right hand/ and fantasies. Then I’ had to live
off campus because the dorms were too expensive — so there went any semblance of
social life — how I envied private school kids.
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less stridency and male hatred. A pyschiatrist told me why I hated feminists so
much — because as a child I didn't get some of my needs met and the message I was
getting from feminists was they weren't interested in meeting any of my needs. You
know like maybe women understood men out here better. But I was not prepared for the
social discrimination/ alienation and loneliness that was to become my existence.
Who cared if you were from Minnesota? I I
I Whose fault was it you couldn't afford to join a health club? Whose
fault was it you were interested in political activism? Whose fault was it you
picked your career path the way you did? Whose fault was it you didn't own a car to
go out and to the beach in the summer, or live in a nice apartment building? Mine. .
It was my fault. Besides I was opinionated, iconoclastic and became to despise the
"symbolism" of Washingtonians — no matter how philosophically I understood its
reality. A city of yuppies from private schools. I was to start graduate school at
_ hi wanted a medical
-LiDrary 3 OD ancJ tnis all I could get. I won't bother elaborating the subsistence of
a soup and Black Label beer salary because it's old Hat. I could not afford to hang
out.. This is a hell of a town to move to with all these restaurants if your'e not a
yuppie. I reestablished by old bar hopping ways to meet people (I abstained drinking
as an undergraduate to lesson my highschool/navy propensities) since people without
the social background of club joiners have to resort to something. Women did not
want to dance or socialize with me. I don't know: I didn't have the right job/ the
right clothes/ the right conversation/ the right approach/ the right ethos/ the right
friends ( I was by myself ) , maybe I drank a bit too much before I got to the bar so I
didn't have to pay | three do! 1 aips a drink so much/ whatever — more rejection. This
town was a bore in
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People sitting around tables sipping their drinks
looking pretty — didn't know how to dance — boring. I got tired of asking two or three
to dance to a song I wanted to dance to and not getting to dance the song I wanted to
dance. It made me angry to see how ho w jerky some of these white women were. So I
hung around | i'd ask a white woman (most of the women were
white or oriental) to dance and she'd say no and a couple of minutes later she'd be
dancing. with a black dude (you knew who the dominant race in the heart of the city
was socially). Or a blonde woman would notice a black man she recognized/ make a big
production out of it and shout his name/ hug him so everyone around was aware of how
intimate they once were/ and then she'd look at me standing by myself and see what my
reaction was. for a second before she again ignored me (the conceit was that white men
had inferiority complexes and 'they' were the racists). Sexual social politics baby.
The blonde women were always on the dance floor and they never had to ask anybody to
dance and yet you never saw blonde women and blonde women dating or dancing back
before herpes/ and when more promiscuous music was allowed on the radio. The black
man's music was seductive and white's was cacophonous and destructive (liberals see
this as a higher awareness of political events — which is bullshit — these kids wanted
their social. and sexual needs met despite feminist rhetoric but no journalist saw the
connection instead they were politically alienated). So I would continue to drink
and eventually I started dancing by myself — everyone thought I was nuts — I refused to
let this breed of Washingtonian women ruin my right to dance (even if if meant
looking like a looser who could not get a date/ acting like a deviant/ idiot/ and /or
desperate). I refused to play what was implicitly a white women's game. These women
were and are spoiled and I was not interested in their veto power of when I could
dance- besides I was a better dancer than the lot' of them anyway. I was use to the
loneliness and aloneness — this was my fourth big city — and you Easterns don't have
nothing on me except more affluent backgrounds. Music was the only thing I as a
white male had. So I went to my hole in the wall home boozed and sweated up/ took a
bath and cried until I relaxed and fell a sleep. And I'd see all these white women
dating minorities around Dupont Circle and thinking about how women never went out of
their way to get to no me. I could make myself available/ I could dance by myself
all. night/ and I would continue to be alone cause white women knew that men were
motivated to. seek them out if they just s at long enough. The power of being passive
until his hormone levels changed. I even | l and it seemed
like I was considered an outside gentrification symbol with my blonde hair compared
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to some of these other "cultural" white women coming into the |
Only one married psychologist really talked to me/ and I was too aiientated inside to
feel good about being social (the chip on my shoulder was kind of assumed anyway — but
as a white male I didn't get to talk about my chip and get it off my back in the
local newspapers)/ besides my dancing was not good considering I was really a
beginner which most of the class was not/ my body was not in tune like a dancers
rendering me less attractive in th<=> pva of a dancer, and i felt disliked because I
I . I which slowed down the class.
And also everybody split and took their showers at home.
I stopped asking women for dates the first year I was here — I got tired of putting
myself up to be knocked down (not that I asked very many people). Plus I had a lot
of school work and I worked fourty hours a week. I lived by myself after being asked
to move out of a couple of group arrangements that I could afford to live in — our
lifestyles clashed. I danced in my TV less apartment. I typed letters to the
editor. I talked to myself. I smoked pot to help alleviate the pain of loneliness
and then I would babble incoherent speech so I didn't have to listen to myself
complain to myself — I was tired of my life and tired of being aware of it. I read
plenty — I wasn't high all the time. I got paranoid and stopped smoking — thank God
for paranoia. Suicide was becoming a real option. In 1986 I was hoping it was my
last year. I was disappointed when the new year was rung in. In the spring and
summer of 87 it was suicide time again. I hoped I could fi nd a way to do it. What I
thinking about it but not doing it. I I b6
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family failed but that I was not happy and that it was my
right. I cried a lot because of my alienation/ frustration/ loneliness and no one at
the newspapers particularly cared about my views (they were probably put off by my
criticalness). No it wasn't a wimp's wimper or a baby'.s bawling for attention — I was
alone a lot and emotions and thoughts about past frustration would swell in me and I
could feel the tension piquing until tears started running down my face and I
controlled the hyperventilation of sobs with regulated contractions as if in a petite
and flexible epileptic fit. I was emotionally disturbed at certain times of the day/
two to four times a week. Alcohol was my analgesiac — so I thought. I could cry
tears without making a sound sometimes — it was amazing how much I could cry — and how
I could cry without loud histrionics and in a seemingly dignified way — not that I
really cared. I was equally impressed on how I would eventually talk to a
psychiatrist and explain my past so articulately and honestly — like a movie version
of A Psychiatric Dinner With Andre — it was very moving. I couldn't figure it
out — was I overly sensitive/ a baby who never grew up/ was I unfortunate enough to be
in- touch which my emotions when I would rather not have been/ wasn't my brain
androgenized / why were my angry thoughts so recurring/ was this the price I had to
pay to grow/ why were my problems never solved/ why was I so emotional/ am I a
masochist/ where's my norepinephine . I't hurt me physically to cry. The hardness in
the throat. The burning eyes. The heaving abdomen. The red eyes when I looked into
the mirrors. The pathos of it all. The pathetic extent ions of my face. My blurry
eyes feeling warm tender tears as I wept. ‘‘The murruring suppression of a sob. The
stream would open again usually after a couple of beers. Then I would feel better.
Was there a connection between sexiness and the capacity to cry? Or sometimes the
alcohol and my ruminations would' take me through another tension fit and I'd cry more
once/ twice/ but eventually I would feel at peace./ as if the neuroehemistry in my
brain changed into something very tranquilizing. Was there a connection between
crying capacity and a person's intelligence?.- I felt at ease. Actually/ it was
simply a healthy response to my predicament — it was nature's way of reducing my
tension levels. Was I doing this to change the neurochemistry in my brain — was there
a release of chemicals like joggers get natural opioids when jogging — there had to
be? I would take a bath. I wonder ed if people in insane asylums cried like I
did — although) |— they were on drugs. I wished I wasn't so
frustrated .
No I wasn't like that all the time. At work I was nice/ usually in a good mood if I
didn't come to work in a bad one. Most people found me helpful/ cheerful/ exciting/
and assumed things were OK. People knew I was tempermental and not particularly
happy and that I was lonely and poor. They also knew I was sanely insane/ wrote the
best dirty poetry and lived to my own standards and loved me for it. I got on well
at work but my private social life was miserable. When going home at night I started
feeling angry the closer the train would get to Dupont Circle. I still live in a
kitchenless one bedroom/bathroom trap I can't afford to move out of. Most of the
people are Spanish speaking in my apartment so I say high and that's about it. I
hated was pathetically
that it didn't mean my
haven't slept with a women for four years — this use to embarrass me but now I've read
more on alienation, and I understand a lot more things. My pride, however self
destructive, is not willing to give Washington's women a chance to make up because
many of Washington's beautiful white women and blondes will never know what it means
to be socially or sexually deprived. I was ignored for four years — so why should
they get the opportunity to make up without going without? They can not understand
that even in the Midwest I was past over. That even on Hennipin Avenue of
Minneapolis (in Minnesota in the Land of 10,000 blondes) that "Blondes have more fun"
was meant strictly about women and that in any metropolitan city blacks could get a
blonde woman easier than I could. I mean I refuse to kiss their pedestal higher than
it already is — why can't a white woman get off her sexist pedestal and ask me for a
date or hustle me? I'm sorry if I sound bitter but every time I go to a movie or a
nightclub in this town there will be some white women with minorities, and never if
I I of living in D.C. has a women asked me out — save my psychologist friend.
No amount of sexual and social access deserves this kind of alienation and
loneliness I have suffered. And buying it on 14th street was too expensive even if I
would have succumbed to paying for it. What I particularly hated were these damn
feminists and journalists who could implicitly see how women, for the. most part,
controlled how much sex men got (despite the rhetoric) and yet they condemned those
men who paid for it. But who would pay for good sex they could get free? Paying for
it was the equivalent of not being able to have relationships with women, it
suggested that you were not healthy/ normal or desirable — it was being exploited, it
was desperate, and usually it was a ripoff. So I had sex vicariously with pictures
because I could take my time and it was convenient — how pathetic — and of course there
is all kinds of glib pop psychology and pyschiatrict reasons why my life is like this
(he's afraid of women — bullshit — women are afraid of me). Fuck paying for drinks and
dinner so just maybe I "might" get some play. I get arroused easily and I want sex
when I want it — not when some date feels like having it if she does — I'm not playing
games with women. Eddy Murphy was wrong — it's white women who use to fuck their
husbands for their job — not black women. I'm sorry if you don't like what I say but
the truth is damn few women have ever done anything for me — save my family, teachers
and coworkers — because I was not Mr. Right, because I was tempermental , because I
didn't fit into a stereotype mold people wanted me to fit into, because I'm too
intelligent without applying it to a big salary, independent, and because there was a
slew of labels that you could- replace me with. I recently read an article in the
Washington Times on Greta Garbo's disappointement that Hollywood's men didn't court
her — that said it all to me — be a phony — don't criticize too much or too loudly — and
you'll fit in with all the little people and sycophants. Yes you'll fit into
Washington D.C. Be a political asset — not a liability.
What was the price I paid: I have never been- made to feel like I was important or
desirable except from some gay men who have tried to pick me up. I don't know what
it is like to feel wanted, sexy (except within myself), lusted after, cared for,
loved, etc. .My adult heterosexual life (no I have not had a homosexual life) for the
most part has been sexual desperation, inferiority, rejection, alienation,
loneliness, and later neurosis. I've wanted to kill myself for a couple of years but
I couldn't will myself to buy a gun or find the right poison. Deciding resolutely to
do it and actively willing the act are two different things — and this too is
humiliating — to want death but not having the guts to put your disturbed and angry
self to sleep. Oh yes you would meet me and say "I don't believe it, your handsome,
didn't I see you jogging the other day, why you're healthy, people love you, what are
you talking about." Yes it was a matter of being taken for granted.
I deliberately avoided seeing a specialist last year hoping my epinephrine and
serotonin levels would change until I did something drastic. Instead I wept more and
did nothing except I kept writing letters to the Post trying to get then to notice my
complaints, calling them even, they didn't care. I knew it wasn't me genetically but
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when I wanted society confronted. So I festered. I put my anger into poetry. I
wrote stanza after stanza of complaint. Nothing happened. | |
-I didn't care because before the month was up I would be gone. But I was
still alive. I hounded the Post some more. I was continuously ignored. And I don't
care either Washingon Post. I wanted my blood and brain pulp on the marble statues
of Dupont Circle dripping down as my body lay headless and dead on the ground — I
wanted you to get the message — but I was still alive with nothing more than a sense
of powerless about getting my message through and raging revengeful thinking. I hate
you Washington Post. And even if I was heard I had to pay the price and do the
suffering. I would never get my younger years back that prooved to be unhappy to do
it differently. I was one of life's discontents paying the price for other people's
happiness. I was a walking wound hoping someone would take a shot gun and shoot me
through my heart. I was a neurotically in touch with reality and thought life
sucked. I was tragedy. I deserved something better. Maybe next time.
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The movie 'Broadcast News' is a lie. It is not the 'story' per se, of this
wonderfully acted and directed fictional screenplay, but one of, if not,
the main message of this movie that seems like another stereotypic piece of
sociological propaganda — whether it is intentional or not. The message I
am referring to — and if I am wrong so are alot of movie critics — is that
intelligent and attractive women should be more amorously in tune to men
who may not be very good looking but are superior in intelligence, personal
charm, morality and common sense; or, as the movie suggests, if people don't
feel this way they too may have a not so happy ending. Considered by
itself no critisism of this message or movie can or should be made, but
many movies coming out of Hollywood and New York are saying the same
thing — that 'women' should be choosing mates by their sense of humor, good
character and intelligence, while using prejudicial stereoptypes to promote
certain men.
Is it women, however, who should be getting this 'choosiness' message? Is
it women who almost uni-dimensionally chase after the opposite sex just
because they are good looking? No. Is it women who have prolonged and
ardent erectility of tissue, if you will, for blondes? No. The complaint
was more than adequately summed up in Susan Brownmiller ' s "Hair" chapter in
her book Femininity (copyright 1983 — so Hollywood writers and producers
have had plenty of time to get the message);
Of all the wonders Hollywood has created, nothing can match the
pantheon of . celebrated blondes who have fed the fantasies of men
and fueled the aspirations of women ever since the flickering image
began.... or did it merely magnify the collective dreams of a
melting pot that despite democratic intentions placed the highest
value in femininine beauty on Nordic fairness and flaxen hair?
Surely the dark-haired immigrant entrepreneurs from Eastern Europe
and their first-generation sons who abandoned the steamy garment
center of New York to pioneer a motion picture empire in the
sunshine of the West were fully aware that the visions of blonde ■
. loveliness they projected onto the screen bore no resemblance to
their mothers and sisters, or to the women they might have expected
to marry . Those who handcranked ' the dream machine spun their own
fantasies of California gold, angel-haired virgins and peroxide
sirens who had never seen the inside of a ghetto.
No Holly Hunter is not blonde (nor is she Jewish) but Mr. Wrong (William
Hurt) is — in an ever increasing cliche movie world where fair-haired WASPs
are made to .look shallow when compared to darker haired brunettes and
minorities , that is to say, along with the discriminating promotion of
blonde women there has equally been a discriminating promotion of brunette
men; and, why did Paula Span in another 'We Washington Medialytes Love
Broadcast News' article conclude with the 'character' statement about Aaron
Altman as being "brilliant, hilarious, honorable, friendly — and cute — man,
a man even Cheryl Gould's Jewish mother mould love...?
Anybody who knows anything about the psychodynamics of the genders (even
Washingtonians — if for no other reason than not be thought like a Western
hick) knows it's not very many women who fall in love with the opposite sex
simply because a man is physically attractive — the way some men pay money,
or make money, to be with sexy women. Not only do most movie producers
refuse to address their own male propensities they project them onto women
and ask that women live up to ideals that these men seldon ask of
themselves. The movie Roxanne is a perfect example. Steve Martin plays a
freakish/ long nosed fire chief who falls for beautiful Daryl Hannah
playing an astronomer/ supposedly to pass for a modern day intelligent sort
of women. But if Martin really wanted an intelligent sort of woman he
could have selected someone who already had that kind of believable
reputation with the American public/ and the character Hannah played would
have had more intelligent lines than her brief explanations of naming some
"heady" cosmological entity. Clearly/ Daryl Hannah was selected to play
the part because she looked like a fanstasy from the cosmological heavens
even when she stood naked behind a mundane bush. However/ the message of
this movie is that nice, attractive and intelligent women should pick men
as partners on account of their resoursef ulness / sense of humor/ wit/ size
of the personal library and intelligence/ while it is OK for movie
producers to select and treat actresses like sex objects in the same
movie — and make lots of money while getting away with this double standard
because it is highly entertaining/ supposedly well meaning/ and because
more impressionable beauties (assume for a moment women are more
susceptible to social conditioning) will now be more open to less handsome
princes/ especially if they are not like empty headed hunks.
A whole slew of movies give us this same message within the context that on
average/ beautiful people/ especially WASPS of European decent/ are shallow
and do not deserve the attention they get. How many movies ever suggest
that blond people are "intelligent and sensitive" and are sometimes
discriminated against or scapegoated because of their looks? I have never
seen a movie that suggests that people should re-evaluate their stereotyped
prejudices about "dumb blondes/" or "privileged but shallow and callow
WASPS." Instead we have all these movies that suggest that fair haired men
or teenagers don't deserve beautiful women. Take the movie The Outsiders.
A poor boy (brunette of course) is in love with an rich class teenager but
the rich boys (fair haired of course) try to stop the affair. A movie that
is about who is good enough for the "blonde female." Or how about Rodney
Dangerf ield ' s Back to School? A self-made millionare from New York's
garment industry has a son who is not liked in a WASP college? This blonde
jerk- jock treats him like he's minority-scum. And because the outsider is
sensitive and doesn't have much confidence in himself Rodney tries helping
him adjust — despite this very handsome/ but ever so jerky/ Aryan guy who is
the swim team's star (brute) that appoints minority-dregs cleanup boy — when
Rodney is not busily dating or fantasizing about a certain blonde English
professor or bathing with a couple other blonde beauties at a swinging
college party (how flattering that blonde women are so unprejudice and
amiable). ••
While it is true that blond women get a lot of major parts in Hollywood
movies this., is not true for blond men. A major percentage of leading male
parts go to brunettes. And too often the parts blond men get are to play
the "looser" to brunettes who get the 'heartthrob' women. The Right Stuff
(brunette of course) gets hot blond leading lady (Barbara Hershey).
Sylvester Stallone beats blond Russian spy and gets a blond in real life.
Prince and Jerome/ two womanizing studs outclass the European blandies and
get the white women. The new James Bond (another Bond brunette) beats
blond communist bad guy and get the blond woman (nice Playboy shot). Peggy
Sue Got Married to a blond jerk but everybody know who she should have
marrried — another Coppola movie in which we are to realize that curly
haired/ sensitive and intelligent teenagers should get the beautiful blond
homecoming queen rather than some crass WASP.
Not to say that there has never been a blonde male star in a movie with a
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desirable woman. We've had our token blonde male sex object/ Robert
Redford/ sometimes blandly playing roles more vivacious blondes could have
played/ and our Rebel Without a Articulated Cause’/ namely/ James Dean/ but
there hasn't been anything close to the number of romantic brunettes (the
tall/ dark and handsomes) that have highlighted the golden screen over the
decades. Exotic birds like an Australian crocodile wrestler of foreign
import/ yes / and a fantasy about a "beautiful" Nazi intelligence officer of
a jailed homosexual whose, fantasy of a blond beauty signifies his ultimate
evil and repulsiveness.
Attractive and intelligent Washingtonian woman don't throw themselves at
men the way the movie Broadcast News suggests/ and if they do/ it's not
towards 'dumb' blondes. Too many woman already think that good looking
males are equivalent to mannequins and these women take pride that they are
more humane/ individual or "sophisticated" than getting excited about Ken
barby dolls. Between feminism's attack on the white male chauvinism,
blacks attack on the soulessness of the white race, and sociological and
movie stereotypes of men in general, the best you can say about the way
blonde men are treated in Washington D.C. is that they are "nobody special"
compared to the way blonde women are treated in Washington. In fact, the
jealous animosity that other women have toward blonde women because they
seem to get all the- attention , yet are suppose to be dumb, coupled with a
Eastern brunette sense of superiority, carries over sometimes to dislike
and cynicism for blonde in general .
Pew non-dramatic things turn off women faster than stupidity (assume for a
moment that a male's intelligence and manners are more significant
variables in attractiveness and women are more sexually attractive because
of their looks — if this is true than establishing a prejudice that some men
are not so bright could be more devastating to these men's social life)
however, in the Broadcast News story, in our sexually liberated era — Ms.
Hots Hunter, despite her fickle sensitivity, intuition and demandingness
about everything else, has an incredible and unwavering horniness for Mr.
Blond — who is midwestern (Eastern ethnic heritage seems no small conceit
in the Eastern media business) and opportunistic.
We blondes are not stereotyped as 'passionate' like some minorities
conceitly think of themselves ('passionate' evolved from the meaning 'to
suffer'); we can't dance (according to Eddy Murphy and other blacks writers
who go out of their way to promulgate positive stereotypic ideas about
blacks but scream racism if you stereotype anything negative about ■ blacks ) ;
we ain't got profound soul feelings (supposedly because certain" threatening
ideas in our left brains dominate our right brain — but anybody with any
brains know’s that repression of ideas includes those emotions associated
with them from the limbic brain below both half brains, and, the problems
with getting in "touch with your feelings," that so many minorities are
expert in, has to do with certain animalistic 'feelings' and 'attitudes'
being condemned by cultural 'attitudes' and 'mores' — and not 'logic' — id
est, it's not a question of being too intellectual, like so many hip
sociologists have suggested, but not being intellectual enough — but if you .
don't have the brains to out-think pseudo-intellectual moralists and
sociologists who condemn other pseudo-intellectuals you may feel a need to
grab hold of some intellectualized notion that you're emotionally
superior); we blondes are not associated with the fecund mysteries of
blackness — rather just the shallow or superficial color white (oscillating
from icy coldness to sunny heat with no shades of. grey) like heaven where
nothing exciting or dramatic happens — but because we are white we don't
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have the right to complain of being discriminated against# particularly
since the Nazis declared us the supreme race (yet most top Nazis weren't
particularly Nordic or blonde# for example# Kurt Walheim's nose is not a
Nordic classic anymore than was Hitler's). Nor are we blondes known as
especially profound# artistic or brainy — like say a stereotype of Jews. In
fact Gordon Allport# in his classic# the Nature of Prejudice # when
discussing "Jews as Scapegoats" aggrandizes the stereotype of the
intellectual Jew with such statements as:
"Anti-Semitism arises because people are irritated by their own
consciences. Jews are symbolically their superego. . .Jewish
intellectualism calls to mind ones's own defects of ignorance and
laziness. The Jews once more symbolize our conscience, against
whose pricks we protest. "All of us" (my emphasis) feel relatively
inferior in our intellectual attaintment. . . .when Jews on average
make us conscious of our inferiority we feel a certain jealousy...
Speak for yourself Gordon Allport. So what is it that makes all these
supposedly hot Washingtonian women come after us walking surfboards like
this movies suggest? 'Blonde* is a feminine ideal. It certainly can't be
the middle class and homogenous consumer mentality we have by default of
not being a specific racial or ethnic group with some special culture# set
of values or ethos conceit to protect from being acculturated and
attenuated by the American mainstream — for example, exemplified by that
shallow little suburbian dream house dream that sweet dumb blond wanted in
the Little Shop of Horrors movie where she eventually learned that the
handsome# black-leathered sadist was not her type of nerdian wonderbread
man. The conceit# of this satire of course# is that real "urbane" women
need more than a sheltered suburbian lifestyle to keep their amygdala
stimulated. Incidently# most inner-city blondes eventually learn if they
want to "fit in" the mean streets of a city# they should dress in black,
like a Dupont Circle punker# to exude a pessimistic sophistication of city
life# where evil is just as# if not more# viable as good, and to avoid the
rejection of being a preppy pastel of pretty yet petty privilege. Id est#
you need to wear a symbol of getting your "hands dirty" with a little soul
and/or deviancy and leave good looking GQ men to those, women who are
satisfied with meat and potatoes — in another words nobody comes to
Washington D.C., to find a blonde mate or goes out of their way to make a
WASP male feel like he belongs.
So if Jewish men are already stereotyped as more intelligent than the
average male why do we need these movies that stereotype fair— haired WASP
males as loosers? I mean you got your whole Jewish lobby connection here
in Washington, and according to Tom Shales 's "A Hollywood Director Who
Loves Washington" article in the Washington Post Magazine Jim Brooks is
impressed with how many bright people are here (notice he didn't say
anything about beautiful people). If you want to know what turns media
uppies and Washington yuppies on read the "Demise of the Washington
Hostess" in the same Washington Post Magazine issue as the one on Jim
Brook's new movie. Sally Quinn informs laidback Washington about the
glamorous past of our local 'cognoscenti' (whatever that means). Grand
parties with people who had power# intelligence, social graces# breathe,
width (no doubt), wit# and "people who could talk" (she didn't say anything
about physical beauty). However# those whirlwind womanly wizards in the
Washington world of Broadcast News were having more than a passing and
passive fantasy about "bronze blondes." Give me a break.
Animal ethologists know that if you put an attractive female in the
presence of a male of many species the male's hormone levels change. If
this is true for the male of our species (stretch your imagination)
imagine what the average male reaction would be for males who have spent a
fair amount of time and intensity studying nude anatomy in girly magazines/
where blonds are preponderant/ compared with the more reticent hormonal
motivation of women. I as one fairly attractive blonde male who has lived
in Washington D.C. for | | can vouch the sparsity of overt
attention played to blonde men (but then again I don't have the money to
socially hangout in swanky D.C.). "Too many" Washingtonian women/ it
seems, need to be impressed with status. The first question you're asked
is "What do you do?" like it's just some kind of conversation question
(cause men like to talk about themselves of course)/ but what piece of
information implies more about a person's financial status/ ambition/
intelligence/ and psychological makeup than career choice — assuming there
was your choice? Certainly you have a right to this type of information/
because it provides, a reference point to understand someone/ but how
presuming to make it question number one — nothing like quick elimination
procedures. Or get an a Metro line in a pair of jeans on a working day and
watch noses turn attention elsewhere. In New York City you wear a pair of
jeans and you're not automatically looked down on but in this yuppy status
and power city of Washington D.C./ you might as well go converse with a bag
lady. Many Washingtonian women like men who have learned how to be a smart
laboratory rat — who have learned to wear the same colored power suit and
coat as the next guy — with some nicely colored noose around the neck that
says "I'm a team player willing to subordinate myself to the organization
for financial rewards (OH he looks so handsome in that suit!)." No offense
to the human condition of having to survive in a complex world: men should
wear what they feel comfortable in (even if it's redundant and doesn't
reflect an artistist delicacy) especially since we have so many wonderful
shopping centers in GS 12 town.
Why doesn't some big movie producer make a real movie about social
relations in Washington D.C.? Like how many attractive white women seem to
enjoy so much attention is our multi-racial city? Like how woman want
financial and political equality (in this so self-rightously vocal media
city) but when it comes time to show a little social equality like asking a
man to dance at a D.C. disco nothing happens. In the Dakota Night Club
blonde women are always on the dance floor — but they don't have to ask
anybody to dance. When the Oasis- Dance Club was Numbers it was not
uncommon to see white women and black m.en make a big production out of
stealing the show/ but a couple of years ago you never saw blonde women
dating blonde men anywhere in the city — why bother when your long golden
silky hair shines so much more brightely with a dark and glamorous fur — and
besides the'view is so much more breath-taking when on a pedestal. Once a
black man wanted to get into a fight because I inadvertantly stepped
between him and an attractive blond woman when I was trying to get a drink
at a bar — of course I was the red neck. Attractive inner-city white women
don’t have to go out there way to meet men in Washington D.C. ; in fact/
more than a few of Washington's white women act spoiled.
If we did a poll on the percentage of blonde homecoming queens compared to
kings do you think it would be symmetrical? Or if we did a study on the
number of blond male romance heros (women's soft porn) compared to the
percentage of blond Playboy pin-ups do you think it would be equal? Then
why all these movies about jerk WASPS (all WASPs), like in Broadcast News
where poor little nerdy valedictorians get beat up (yet if the movie showed
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blacks doing the beating it would have been labeled racist) while growing
up in the Ivy League playground of Boston — knowing that they'll make money
when they get older?. And where was this boy's anxiety while giving his
farewell speech forgiving his classmates for the discrimination he endured?
In fact when Albert Brooks does manifest anxiety talking into the camera/
it's not in the usual form of speech incoherence like stammering/
stuttering or the like ' 1 that one would expect/ because that would to suggest
inferiority in our word dominating 'where you're suppose to know how to
talk' society — in which fluency and stanima of speech and mind is so
powerful (as anyone whose conversation has been cut short because of mental
confusion knows). Instead we have this midwestern bumpkin who can
pronounce foreign names and places so beautifully but doesn't have the
foggiest idea what he's talking about — how believable I The press ate it
up. All James Brooks did was change the "dumb blond" woman into a
man — apparently he didn't read Brownmiller — or he doesn't think many other
people did — so I quote her again:
America's cult of blondeness reached its zenith in the Forties and
Fifties/ ironically at the moment in history when Nazi Germany and
the cult of Aryan supremacy went down to defeat. The differences
between the two sets of values are important to examine. Aryan
supremacy had equated pale hair in both sexes with strength/
intelligence and superior racial stock/ whereas blondeness American
style is a glittering prize that men seek in women but don't give
two hoots about for themselves/ except of a small group within the
homosexual community who trade on blonde hair as a way of appealing
to other men. In the American tradition/ blondeness is not
associated with strength or intelligence. On the contrary/ "dumb
blonde" is practically one word on the lips of some people/ and her
innocent vapidity and daffy humor is counterposed to the loud/
emotional intensity of know-it-all dark-haired women. (Even if the
blonde is obviously smart and knowledgeable/ she is perceived as
less threatening or over-bearing/ and therefore more acceptably
feminine/ than her brunette sisters. There is no othe way to
explain the disproportionate number of blondes who hold coveted
jobs as correspondents and newscasters on network television.)
So why wasn't there a movie about a 'dumb blonde' female newscaster?
Because it's too cliche. Because it doesn't play to brunette women who
feel alienated. Because the brunette man lusting after her would have
appeared like a "stupet brunette.". Because they didn't want to do a movie
that suggested that blonde men are ignored. Because it reinforces
stereotypes in a more subtle an effective way. Because they knew they
could get a way with it. And because Washington has a lot of brunettes
that Jim Brooks wants to love.
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FANTASY'S FLIGHT
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"Don't talk about religion
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of moderation and temperance."
or politics or sex;
let women be superior
"Darryl you're really a friend
I told a friend I have the blues
nature will take care of the rest."
thanks for your excellent advice
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and my aloneness has to end
— the sublimeness of civility
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I have no lover that soothes me
"Be positive and romantic
can free reptilian vice."
no salubrious girl friend.
polite and debonair/
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act like you’re superior stuff
But I have never been easy
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My buddy says I come on too strong
but don't put on the air."
in my alienated seclusion
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and need a new conversation piece
from know-it-all feminists
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my honest lasciviousness is wrong
"Calculate your conversations
or their scapegoating intrusion."
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I'm to talk about an innocent caprice.
to insinuate a life style
that hints of exotic pleasures
"Their gynocentric politics
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He says: "Don't show your desires
many o.“.]y dreamt of erstwhile."
of always blaming the male
or you've got a one track mind
with 'his* labeling tactics
talk about something innocent/
"But be true to yourself
and 'her' sexiness to quell."
trivial and light or refined."
so as not to play the fool
and talk only about the things
Of course I needn't feel deviant
"Like how feminism has helped you
that you really would like to do."
in our 'sexist* society
be the new man you are today
since 'pervert' refers to women
rather than a chauvinist pig
I said: "Yes Darryl you're right.
to oppress 'their* sexuality."
that wants everything his way."
I'll tell you what I'll do
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I'll change something about myself:
"But yes I'm elevating myself
"Project you're loving and caring
a new interest besides school."
* from a*-, cynic and libertine
nurturing and quite sensitive
by starting this endeavor
so as to allay common suspicions
"I'll start a new hobby
that is therapeutic and clean."
that lust is your singular motive."
that I can share with others
something to entice a woman
I'm becoming more mature
"Don't talk about yourself
I know! I'll collect feathers! 1"
not to see only physically
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or intellectualize to death
— not just an exquisite rump
step beyond egotism
"Then I can tell ladies
to incite my curiosity."
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and abstractions that wearieth."
about my feather collection;
a topic light and gay enough
"No more worshipping legs
"Don't complain or argue
— merely a fancy of confection."
that I crave to adore
you know how. angry you can be
by licking the very spots
talk about delightful things
* "It would be excitingly cheerful
I would have kissed just before."
and don't criticize so heavily."
to collect rapturous feathers
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to learn the ornithology
"No more lolling my lips
"Talk about 'safe' things
of all climates and weathers."
at pretty ladies' front mounds
not 'iconoclastic' opinion
no more priapic outbursts
nice^and servile things
"It is much a gentleman's goal:
hallucinating night gowns."
just a tad of toadyism."
rather noble enlightenment/
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to share one's enthusiasm
"No more overt remarks
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"Show more civility
and appreciative refinement."
like a lecherous kind of wish
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not a wild one man show
I'll tease only with feathers
you know intimacy takes time
"I'll inhibit conversation
those fantasies I'll swish."
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keep your emotions in control."
of sexual seedy sensation
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and cultivate tactfulness
"Adolescent day dreams
"You sometimes act too disturbed
within the norms of convention."
should be kept to oneself
for those of upward mobility
around ladies of good breeding
sure they .honor individualism
"No crude .crass masculinity
I'll be me: an elf."
they're afraid of instability."
or induendos of prurient interests
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I'll convert over to the elegance
No discussions' of warm car oil
or sensual engine grease
I'll intercourse proper ladies
ray pleasure to .please*"
"Not the action of a pumping piston
or a vector in hyper direction:
just blissfully sipping tea
with subtle delectation."
"Tea on a hot afternoon
fanning a breeze for a chill.
'Did you hear about my coverts
just to graze them can thrill?' "
"Well come on over here
don't they all look marvelous?
Just lounge out right there
and relax from all stress."
"Variety of wonders
beauties all mine to keep
my bedroom so ravishing
oh how can I sleep?"
"Feathers of all textures!
Colors in every splay!
How delicious nature is
delighting in such array!"
"This one is particularly soft
see how pleasant it can feel
it comes from Mozambique
that one comes from Brazil?"
"I'm looking for a tender friend
to partake in my interest
who's excited by lingerings
and flirting the frivolous."
"Or if you access to a pinion
to augment my collection
.I'd appreciate very much
any donation's sensation."
"I'm writing friends of the zoo
to search both far and wide
I want my collection to appeal
thus to stimulate wide-eyed."
"I hope my veterinary friends
will keep their eyes to the ground
maybe they'll find a treasure
to make a curator's heart pound."
"This is the best therapy
to have this life time goal!
Birds of every feather
and promiscuity to extol!"
"No it's not a fetish
and Liberace it may seem
but he wore his dainty stuff
and lived his quean dream."
"Yes I may seem more fastidious
with tingling feathers about
to tickle a lady's fancies
and tongue in cheek throughout."
"My feather tips are a means
to arrouse or create
a feeling of awe:
an emotional lubricate."
"There's liquidity of softness
in the tendrils of a plume
that tantalizes one's soul
and will burn to consume."
i'By teasing I can sense
you're drenching in heat
lift your tail up a bit
we'll deplume from your seat."
"And to appreciate nature anew
I'll court my feathers gently
like the delicacy of a new friend
I'll brush her deferentially."
"Electric conductivity
your body to carress
elaborate sensitivity
such beauty lG possess."
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"Like a symphonic concerto
or songbird warbling away
with frenulum distended
makes sweetest chords to play."
"I'm glad you're so desirous
to share these passions with me
like birds of a feather we'll fly
to new heights effortlessly."
"Now imagine us young fledglings
and spread your bare limbs wide
we'll lose our fear of flight
as we ease in throttle glide."
"Like ice skating enraptures
stroking in smooth fluent flow
feeling gone with the wind
and swept out of control."
"We'll venture as high a kite
and never leave the ground
we'll 3wim in seas of sibilants
and sail the sweetest sound."
"We'll rise and dive in waves
through oceanic sky
and shimmer to a glistening glow
like frenzied sun so high."
"We'll fly fantasies' flights
and flourish in our love
that feathers have such faculty
from providence above."
"Or race along the beach
while burning fuel to beat
passion's compulsive acts
or threshold lost to heat."
"And sea gulls on the shore
will gaze or gawk at us
as we glut into a flooding tide
resurging waves that thrust."
"We're riding rushing waves
in a cataclysmic sea
we're crying ecstatic calls
like creatures wild and free."
"Jonathon Livingstone Seagull
like gracility was meant to be
with wings so lightly potent
as miracles from the sea."
"And so algae may* have its slime
and lust may have its dirt
but there's everything natural about
the need to seduce»-and flirt."
"And you feel so wonderful
and lijce feathers we are free .
deriving pleasure from simple things
makes the child in all healthy." 1 ' ‘
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FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION
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Date of transcription 5/31/90
Attached are transcripts of tape recordings received at
the Washington Post Newspaper in Washington, D . C . , which threaten
the life of Executive Editor l I The tapes were
received on May 23, 1990, by a reporter for the Washington Post .
Investigation on 5/23/90 at
by
Washington, D.C. pile# 9A-WF-168077-'>2s>
JMM: lrh Date dictated 5/30/90
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9A-WF-168077
Tape #1
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Unknown Subject (UNSUB)
The following is a transcript of a telephone call
threat on the life of the Executive Editor of the Washington Post
Newspaper by an unknown male subject.
UNSUB:
Pear l I May 6th, Sunday afternoon. I'm not
feeling very good today. I have no idea what you think
of me. Whether you listen to my tape cassettes.
Whether you get 'em, that you do with 'em, whether you
pass them on like I asked you to, I'm feeling very
discontent, helpless, powerless. Last weekend I was in
a (UI) County Psychiatric Ward for four days because
uh, on Thursday I was gonna rob a veterinary clinic for
some uh, euthanasis solution. So I went and hung around
a veterinary clinic. First I went into a McDonald's and
then I uh, had a hamburger, coke, and I took the uh,
coke paper cup, twisted it up so it was uh, like a
stick, tried to form it, form it to look like a gun,
not to look like a gun, but have the structure of a
gun, and I put it inside of a Burger King bag. I walked
into the uh, . veterinary clinic. I asked the
receptionist if I could speak to a, a veterinarian. She
told me they wasn't in. And since I didn't think she
had access to the pharmaceuticals, I said I'd come
back. And then as I was walking away, I started
thinking maybe she did have access or one of the aides
did, so I was gonna go back and rob her. But there was
too much traffic going in and out of the veterinary
clinic, people taking in their pets and picking up
their pets, too many people stopping off the bus,
waiting for the bus to get on. I hung around the Uh,
veterinary clinic for about an hour and a half, losing
my will, 'cause I'm not a common criminal, I don't hold
people up. Finally I gave up on the idea, because I
wasn't feeling very good, I went to leave off a bunch
of papers that I had originally passed out at your
place, I mean, the Washington Post. And I told, I put
a note on the, actually I gave it to set to the
Minneapolis Tribune, Star and Tribune telling 'em why I
killed myself, 'cause that's what I expected to do.
But then I annotated the end of the letter saying that
I went to the psychiatrist. I told the psychiatrist
what I was gonna do. He put me in the ward for the
weekend. I was let out on Monday, 'cause they didn't
think I belonged there. I'm supposed to see a
psychologist tomorrow, outpatient clinic. Last night I
didnjt feel well. I'm felt depressed and obsessed with
killing people. I keep thinking about killing Ben
Bradley. This is not a threat. I'm just telling you
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what I think about. I have fantasies of murdering
everybody that works at the Washington Post, 'cause I
hate you people, 'cause I think you people are cruel.
I don't wanta get well. And I hate being discontent. I
don't wanta give life another opportunity. I don't
know what you think. I wonder if you scoff at my
communications. I wonder if you take pleasure in
seeing me suffer, like aristocrats. I wonder if you
hate me, or hate my ideas. I was gonna call you up and
ask you what you did with the descent, but I was afraid
you were gonna hang up on me or say something nasty. So
I didn't. (long pause) I can't concentrate. Yesterday
I was reading a book on telecommunications for library
management and I couldn't concentrate on it, 'cause I
keep thinking about my own discontentment, my anger. I
started a book by uh, uh, old black (UI) Oscar Wilde. I
mean, the name of the book Dorian Gray, the picture
Dorian Gray and I didn't finish it, 'cause I couldn't,
I can't escape, I can't escape into a book. I smoked a
whole pack of cigarettes yesterday, and I've only been
smoking for two weeks. Makes me feel like shit. And I
do it, 'cause I'm so impulsive. Every day I tell myself
IJm not gonna smoke, I smoke. I have no money, or
little money and I spend it on alcohol. I don't get
drunk but I have enough to make me feel like I've had
some. I'm afraid to buy a pint because I'm afraid I'll
drink the whole thing at one time, (long pause) It's a
nice day outside today, except it's a little windy,
(pause) I was diagnosed as not being able to work
'cause I'm uh, I'm not adjusted, I'm depressed, I have
suicidal ideational psychosis, (pause) I called the
Washington Post yesterday and asked for the newsroom
last night, 'cause I wanted to leave a message for
Bradley, telling him that I thought your editorial
staff was composed of a bunch of cruel cowards.
(pause) I left the letter to the editor of the Star and
Tribune yesterday, telling him I wanted to deal with,
them to deal with three issues. White female social
supremacy, reverse racism and (UI) young men. I have no
faith whatsoever that they're gonna do anything about
it. I expect them to ignore, ignore me like they, like
you people ignored me. (pause) I envy blonde women,
because they get a lot of attention and I don't any
attention. All my life I've felt desperate, desperate,
(he's crying) But I know something, I know I can affect
you, I know you ; 're not immune, you're not immune to the
way I feel. You're sensitive, like everybody is. You
were created with a capacity to empa. . .empathize,
sympathize. That's one of uh, evolutions devices. I
hate being bothered, but thinking about the same (UI) ,
I hate people ignoring me. (very long pause) The
reason I uh, keep sending you cassettes is because I
don't know of a better way to have any influence and
what I might be doing is totally futile, because I
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don't know what you're doing. I feel like an outsider
that has no influence, (banging noise) I want you to
help me. My anger and frustration is hurting myself.
I'm hurting myself, I have so much anger and
frustration locked up inside of me. It bothers me when
I look at a People Magazine and it says uh, fifty,
fifty-one beautiful people in the world and I look
through it and like every goddamn magazine, it's about
people or about uh, movie stars. There's six times as
many blonde women in there as there are blond men. And
it's sexist, for our society make it so easy for blonde
women to become actresses and movie stars and whatever
and not give the same opportunity to blond men. For a
long time, Hollywood has promoted blonde women at an
enormously fate than they have blond men. Who do they
have in this magazine? Same old fucking Robert Redford
they've had in there for how many goddamn decades. And
some priest. And you can look, you can look at any uh,
photo album of Hollywood movie stars you wanta read it,
you know, in the past, there was a helluva lot more
blonde women in those, they were movie stars and they
blond men. Until recently there was only Redford. I
sent a lotta letters to uh, magazines that criticize
movies. Talking about (UI) they were more blonds in
movies. I don't know if I had any influence or not, but
most of the male movie stars are brunette. They had to
go to Crocodile Dundee, or whatever the hell his name
is, came along, but anyhow they didn't have very many
blond movie starts, then they started having Southern
women, I don*'t know who else, I don't keep track, but,
you know, it's not fair. Blond is a sexist issue to me.
(banging) And I've talked to other blonde women in
Minneapolis and they feel like there's a prejudice
against blondes. It's not just me. Why doesn't the
press deal with it? (pause) You know, I, I'll tell you
this issue. I'm tired of being bothered by him. I'm
tired of being angry. I don't like to be this way.
(pause) I don't wanta be somebody like Gloria Steiner,
angry at the world, angry at the opposite sex. (sounds
like an airplane going overhead) You know. I don't
wanta deal with these issues any more. At the same
time, I don't want 'em to be ignored. If I just let it
go then the newspaper wins. All the fucking trouble I
went through to try to win. The newspaper wins. I don't
just give you more motivation, they ignore somebody
else that comes along and takes up the same issued,
'cause you beat me. And if you can beat me, you can
beat a lotta people. I don't want you to have that
opportunity. I don't want your newspaper to have that
opportunity, you donjt deserve it. I don't want you to
win, not without paying a price. I want your newspaper
to pay some pri... price, (another airplane going
overhead) I'm stuck in a dilemma and I can't do
anything, (takes a deep breath) (pause) Uh, are you
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gonna ignore me? (pause) Are you gonna ignore me like
so many people have? It wouldn't surprise me. I don't
wanta be locked up in a psychiatric hospital, (pause)
It's no fun at all, 'cause people are bad off. Why has
it been so hard for me? (sighs) Why, why has Ben
Bradley continues, continued, why has Bradley
continually ignored me? Why hasn't he done anything to
give my points of view across. Doesn't he feel that
he's ultimately responsible for ethical behavior of
people underneath him? This is a nightmare to me. It
is. I have no idea what kinda politics is going on. I
have no idea who in your organization would step on me
if the y had the oppor tunity. . .I'm talking about my
ideas. | \ the reason I communicate with you
is because I know you're independent. Your soul's not
bought. I know you'll do what you wanta do. And I also
know you're one of the most influential females writers
in the Washington Post. I know you could be a powerful
ally if you wanted to. Why do you people keep him on
then? Now you coulda called me up any time you wanted
to. You coulda got my telephone number, you coulda
gotten my full address if you wanted it. Anybody,
anybody that- works in the (UI) they can cut out. But
you don't. But you knew I'd get on his ass. And I
wish I did mhke sense. I'm sick, I know I'm sick. I am
gonna go see the psychologist tomorrow. I'm gonna ask
for a prescription. I'm gonna ask for uh, drug
treatment, but my problems are not gonna go away, not
as long as the press ignores me. It'll always bother
me. (pause) I don't wanta keep trying to embarrass the
Washington Post. I don’t know what to do. I want
somebody to help me. (pause) It's not a funny joke.
It's a sad story. And I hate it. I hate being where I
am because there's nowhere I really wanta go. I feel
defeated. I know (UI) wanted to. You can damage me.
You can make me out to be notorious, if you people kept
my papers, you have a lot of information about me. I'm
a product of this society. That means something, that
means in some way how I feel, how I think has to do
with how I interact with society. Society at large, no
matter what is meant by that term, even if it's only an
abstraction, is somewhat responsible for who I am, how
I feel, how I behave. I'm not ah island, not to
myself, I did not create myself. I would think your
newspaper would feel somewhat responsible for analyzing
the situation and taking some kind of responsible
measure. Whafc the hell is going on? What the hell's
going on over there? I don't know how to end this
conversation because I never planned it. I don't have
any fantastic closing, (pause) I don't have a so long.
I know it's getting old. So you have the capacity to
not care. So maybe by your capacity you haven't
mentioned. . .maybe that's the skill. Maybe it's
survival. I don't know. I don't know anymore. I don't
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know. I don't know how to shape my life. I don't know
how to shape my style. I don't know how to close myself
off. I don't know how to stop being who I am. But I
don't like what I am. I don't like being mal-adjusted.
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9A— WF-168077
Tape #2
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The following is a telephone call threat on the life of
the Executive Editor of the Washington Post Newspaper by an
unknown subject.
Unknown Subject (UNSUB)
UNSUB: Dear I I I'm sorry that I'm sending you
another tape. Uhm, I really meant to send only two, uh,
however, this morning, and Sunday morning as I sat
outside in front of the house, watching people go to
church, I had a, a sort of a uh, need, a need to amuse
myself, so I am, I thought about uh sending one more
message and I guess the reason I'm still using you as
an avenue is because you haven't given me a fuckoff
yet. Uhm, you know I don't like to abuse uh, people,
people's privacy and I don't like to uh, take advantage
of social avenues, but uh, I don't know, I'm just uh,
I'm doing it again. What can I say? So anyway, uh, we
finally got Spring here in Minnesota. It's been a nice
weekend and uh, uh, I thought it was kinda of
interesting how I uh, delineated that the uh, the
meaning of angel meant messenger. I often like to study
etamology and I like to tell people about it, 'cause
it, to me it's fun, and word study is fun. But uh,
musing on that I, I started thinking about uhm, not
just angels but archangels and I spent a little time at
the library this week (giggles) trying to get a little
bit more information about the archangels and the
mythology of uh, what went on as far as uh. Western
mythology in uh, a great war or whatever that happens
supposedly in heaven and I wanted to uh, amuse myself
my sharing with uh, Mr. Ben Bradley and his co-horts a
question of why uh, the Washington Post being the great
political newspaper that is to say, doing all the
political analysis of all the events uh, that affect
Washington, D.C., uh, why has not there been a
political analysis on, on the, the uh, events, the
mythological events that have taken place uh, that uh,
affect how people view reality in regards to the, the
dieties, or dieties that uh, diety that uh, uh, has
supposedly control over people and events. What I'm
asking is, according to the mythology, uh, religious
mythology of Christianity, which is the predominent
religion in this country, uhm, there's a a attitude
supposedly shared by the uh, scriptural verses that
uhm, God is powerful. Not only is he powerful, he's
the, he's the almighty creator, he has ultimate power.
He's what we would call omnipotent. This being a fact
as far as the statement and attitude of religion uh,
that power's been addressed and uh, realized certainly
there can be a political analysis done on such an
scenario because any time you talking about power,
you're talking about uh, you have the right to do a
political analysis. So uh, why isn't there any... ever
been done a political analysis on the events that took
place before Lucifer was kicked out of, out of heaven,
supposedly kicked out of heaven and what significance
does that have uh, to do with people's belief systems
uh, here on earth? I mean, why not a political analysis
of the events that took place in heaven with the arch-
angels? The archangels obviously were the principal or
arch angels, they were the commanders if you look at it
like a hierarchy, they were the uh, chief angels right
underneath the Master and uh, as I stated earlier
angels generally are messengers, which you can
interpret as the perfect organizational man, someone
that is the managers being the communicators up and
down the chain of command. But there were, there was
at least one archangels that uh, had a will of his own,
uh, as being known as Lucifer and uh, what we, what we
were told was uh, this archangel uh, committed a wrong
and was ostracized from the uh, the society up there.
And uh, but I think we need to take a little further
look at just what might else have happened. What other
explanation can we give, can we think about as a
possibility in a political sense of what might have
happened. I'm only doing this, Mr. Bradley, for two
reasons. Number one, I'm amusing myself, and secondly,
you're the guy looking for the holy shit story.
According to the Washingtonian Magazine a couple weeks
ago, or a couple years ago. And uh, so we have to ask
ourself what in fact, what in fact was Lucifer's crime?
He didn't kill anybody. He didn't commit a crime on
quote, unquote, a common criminal crime, rather a
political crime. . .insurrection or rebelliousness. Uh,
and then ostracized and as many of us think, put in a
prison system. Uhm, (UI) there's probably different
interpretations of what happened, but his crime was
more or less a political one, office politics if you
want, whatever you wanta call it. And if we do a
political analysis of the situation, what we're talking
about is a non-democratic situation, that is to say,
uh, you don't get to vote in your, your, your leader,
according to the Bible, you don't get to vote in your
leader. You're dealing with an autocracy, you either
take it or you suffer the consequences. Even if it's a
benign autocracy, it is still autocracy, it is not a
democracy, you don't get to vote in your God in heaven.
Secondly, according to what happened, what happens is
if you don't believe in that government, you're put in
a prison system, called Hell or Hades. Now I'm just
talking about it as in mythology. I don't really
believe it as reality. But I think somewhere along the
line, it might not be such a bad idea to do a political
analysis on what Americans mean, believe uh, as a form
of govern. . .governance they want in uh, in eter...for
eternity. Because if all you Washingtonians are uh,
criticizing Russia or the old Russia for uh,
imprisoning uh, uh, people that speak out against a
government here on earth, and we're always doing a... I
don't know how many upteen political analysis of Russia
on planet earth, then why, why there not be the real
equality and say hey, what about political analysis of
the mythology that people about heaven and their God?
Yeah, I know. I wouldn't do it either, Mr. Bradley. I
wouldn't, I wouldn't publish an article like that,
'cause you'd have all hell broke loose right here in,
right in USA. You know, 'cause I remember back not long
ago when that movie came out about Jesus Christ and
there was a lotta people set dead against it because it
portrays Jesus as being more of a man and less of a
diety than people wanted to believe in. And the
articles that came out in the Post, if I remember
correctly, were more or less uh, sort of uh, what we
call apologetic for the movie. In other words, you were
again uh, as so often is the case, uh, taking issue
with the rightist because there were no real leftists,
uh, intellectuals that had any counter arguments. I
mean, a lot of people unconsciously or consciously
believe and if you think about the characteristics,
even if it's delusional, if you think about the
characteristic _ (UI) pacificism, doesn't wanta fight
back uh, delusions of grandeur and uh, and persecution
which we would attribute to the schizophrenia or
something like that, uh, there more or less unmanly
characteristics often it seems that uh, in some ways it
seems that for the psychological portray in the
scriptures, whether they're true or not or whether my
interpretation is correct is not, Jesus was the
ultimate conformist, leading his sheep to the
slaughter, whatever you wanta call it, too often the,
the uh, symboly is one of being a sheep, following the
flock. And even Christians are consciously feel
uncomfortable about that type of psychological uh, uh,
hum, psychological health or unhealth, whatever you
wanta call it, so they wanta believe that he was a man,
that he was masculine, that he has manly thoughts, so
it isn't, it isn't that hard for a lotta Christians to
believe in the movie, 'cause they wanta believe that
Jesus was a fighter, he was a thinker, he was a rebel .
You know, you can interpret, you ; can interpret what
really happened, I mean, you, you know, there probably
was a Jesus., I don't know. I'm a naturalist, I believe
in evolution. But maybe Jesus was a lot different than
people portray him. Maybe he was a radical or rebel or
took on the political structure at the time, uh, and
uh, the psychological attributes were completely
changed as he became a diety through uh, religions. I
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mean, if you think about it, what were, what were the
characteristic of, the characteristics of uh, of uh,
Lucifer? Now if you look at the word Lucifer, the word
Luci, plus fera, which means carrying light, he was, he
was, he was a very, very bright angel or archangel or
whatever. You know. (UI) these characteristics of
Lucifer, the devil, whatever you wanta call him besides
deceitfulness which we all more or less define as one
of his attributes or pride, he was a, he had a lotta
pride, he was rebellious and he was independent. He was
an _ independent thinker. Well, we all... we in America in
this great democracy where we like to believe in uh,
conflicting paradoxical things also like to believe
that the American hero has uh, those characteristics,
uh, not deceitfulness, but rebelliousness, uh,
independence of thinking uh, uh, pride. In some ways
we believe in those attributes, not to the total
because uh, for the healthy personality to exist, you
have to have a combination of uniformity, plus
independence of thinking, and you have to have pride,
but you also have the defferance. You have to have,
you have to have moderation in all things or most
things. And also Lucifer, the devil or whatever, was
the great, he was often he's portrayed as uh, having
hoofs and uh, horns... comes across like the Greek
mythology Pah, the great saytr, sader, saytr, I don't
know how to say it. Urn, the uh, creature that enjoyed
sensual uh, experiences and often sexual orgies and uh,
events related to uh, sensualism and sexuality. And
uhm, (UI) the... a lotta of religious rigidies uh
condemn uhm, sexual and sensual delight. It was wrong
and alienates people from their own sense of enjoyment.
Uh, one of the very few times that I've watched TV in
the last couple of months, I happened to be in
somebody's room that was uh, listening to a debate
about whether drugs should be legalized. Uh, William
Buckley versus one of the great writers, what the
actual legal situation should be in regards to uh, drug
abuse today. And I found, I found it very amusing, Mr.
Bradley, because my personal believe is that people
have to get high in some way. They have to reach a
state of uh, mania, delirium, excitements. There's a
natural propensity to get high, in fact, uh, it was
about a year; ago, two years ago, « it was about a year
go, I remember reading in a Sunday paper of your, the
Washington Post, an article from the psychoformilogical
perspective Of the experiences that were done on
animals, more or less giving uh the conclusion that uh,
given the opportunity, animals of different species
will in fact indulge in getting high, whether in fact
it is eh, healthy for their uhm, their organism at the
time and there were experiments done on all kinds of
species, bees, elephants, whatever. And the conclusion
was that all animals have a tendency to get high. I
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tend to believe that. I tend to believe that people
need a way of getting high and there are different
avenues to take, but our culture often frustrates the
healthy ways of getting high, limiting the number of
getting of high to ways that are involved in taking
drugs. So what we really need in this culture is not a
fucking debate on uh, whether we should legalized
drugs, but whether we should allow people to feel good
about getting high in natural ways. For example, one
way of getting high is uh, by using your intelligence.
You toiow, I believe that intelligence, you know, the
ability to be intelligent, the ability to indulge in
studying, engaging one's brain, is in fact, a form of
uh, getting high. You know, it sorta, it's sorta like
the genius who does what he does because he has to,
rather than because he has a talent that people want
him to practice, you know. There are methodologies
reading methodologies if people can learn to increase
their capacity to engage in getting high on their
intelligence, getting high on study, this culture
doesnjt uh, it doesn't uh, it doesn't support this
activity, because there's too many wrong attitudes in
our culture that frustrates thinking, independent
thinking, rather than uh, supports it. The people are
afraid of independent thinking. Let me just, let me
just throw a couple attitudes at you. Today when people
think of uh, uh, discipline, you know, some attributed
that they need to study, they, they think of uh, it, it
being a syn. . .syn. . .synonym of will-power. Discipline
doesn't have jack shit to do with will-power. If you
look at the word discipline, it comes from the idea of
a disciple, it comes from the same meaning as
discernment. I assume you're looking at your
dictionary right now. The idea had to do with see
into, it had to do with enlightenment, being able to
discern and had jack shit to do with uh, will-power.
Today when people think of discipline, they think of a,
a fucking straightjacket, gonna force themselves to do
something, it's a wrong attitr. . i attitude that people
have in our society. Let's inspect the work uh, study.
If you look at uh, the old Latin* meaning of the word,
study, stodera. . .what did it mean? Did he mean uh,
something you forced yourself to do? No, it meant
excitement, zealousness, getting .high, but people don't
think of the word study like that today. People don't
equate getting high on their fucking intelligence,
because there'stoo many frustrations (UI) that go on.
And one of 'em is speed reading. People are given too
much to read and not enough time to do it. It
frustrates the thinking processes. Also, I'm gonna,
I'm gonna give you a, a, a little uh, scenario here.
Imagine if teachers in our culture really uh, supported
intellectual endeavor in the sense of I could go into a
classroom and I could ask as many questions as I felt
necessary to really understand what I'm trying to
learn, and I, I, I learn this attribute of asking
questions and getting information that was viable so I
really understood things, and then you put me out in
the work situation, and I walk into a work situation,
and I start asking all these questions about my job,
and how it relates to all these other jobs and you
know, asking questions about decisions that are being
made above me, hey, you wanta talk about pandemonium,
you wanta talk about upsetting the fucking culture,
you'll be kicked outa that organization so goddamn
fast, you won't now what, which way your head's
turning, because most jobs in our culture don't want
people that ask a lotta questions. They don't really
want people that understand a lot. They just want
people to do their job, just shut their fucking mouth
and do their job, even if it's not explained well. I'm
sorry if you disagree with me, man, but it's true.
People want angels, they don't want archangels in our
culture. The job situation doesn't support that.
Imagine if we had kids that went around asking
questions, you know, you know the first organizations
you'd upset in this country, the institutions of
learning. There is so much dead. weight so much
conformity, so much uh, non-seripus thinking going on
and institutions of higher learning, you'd have major
havoc, particularly with the social sciences. Another
way of getting high is by getting homy, by feeling
lust and I've already brought this issue up, that lust
is supposed to be. . .supposedly a feeling, I mean, if
you ask any normal person whether in fact they have any
feelings when they get homy, I'm sure you'll get a
definitive of yes, most of the time, and yet the social
sciences don't discuss lust as a feeling. Try taking
on that issue. I mean, isn't that more or less a
querlary to the rebelliousness that you encountered
with that Jesus movie? See how much uh, how easily you
can upset people that don't wanta believe it's a
healthy feeling. I mean, there area ton of sexual
issues that are not addressed in this society. You
know. How can people feel good about themselves if
they're alienated from their own animalistic instincts
because many people in our society don't wanta admit to
themselves that they're animals. They don't wanta see
themselves of the. . .how much animality is involved in
their sense of well-being, that they, they feel the
need to uh, hum, deny that about themselves, and yet
leave a feeling that whether the feeling of wanting to
have sexual pleasure is always there, the animal
reality if always there. And yet they can't feel good
about it, because they haven't come t o terms with it.
You know, I mean, get any opportunity, ! I would you
like to drink, would you like to engage in sexuality? I
mean, there is no question what I would wanta do. I
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love sex. I worship sex. Women's bodies. I love
women's bodies. I do. I adore them. I get high when I
think about sex. It's a state of delirium, a state of
mania, and I never programmed myself to be like that.
Evolution did. And I have to deal with it. I have to
deal with that sociobiological programmer, you know,
the feeling of lust, and yet I live in a society that
doesn't appreciate it, that doesn't accept it. Oh, you
say uh, that uh, you just gotta deal with the right
people. Bullshit, man. It's still looked down upon.
And it's not a healthy act, there's not a healthy
feeling about the fact that man often are looking for
one thing to get laid, it's true, but why can't there
be a tolerance about it. I mean, the feminist
movement, as far as I'm concerned, has never taught
women to have a sense of tolerance about the way men
really are. Rather there's an intolerance, there's a,
there's a hatred of men, you know. I mean, so what if
that's what I like to, that's the way I am. Why can't I
be accepted on my animalistic, as an animal, as well as
a human. I don't like, you know, that, the humanism
that doesn't, that denies my animality, you know. Why
should I be treated like dirt because I happen to have
sexual needs that seem imminent to me, that I wanta
meet. I can't go out in society and talk about my
feelings, because society doesn't even recognize my
lust as a feeling. And why can't I talk about my
issues? You know, we've, we've talked about feminist
issues for a long time. I'm not just saying that men
are like that, but uh, men are more promiscuous than
women are. That I believe, whether it's a fact or not.
(clears throat) And why can't I feel good about walking
up to a brown and telling her what I really wanta do,
you know, tell her, God, I love you, I love the way you
look. I can't because there's no way you can predict
what women are gonna, how women are gonna react, they
have been give xn, they have been given the opportunity
to react in any fucking way they want. They could take
any _ arbitrary fucking way they want and they consider
their, their feelings right. But their, in fact, their
reaction to my needs of me pursuing to my needs, my, my
feelings are secondary. Theirs are primary. You know,
(pause) I mean, I hate just as much as anybody else
being a sexual creature, you know, in this society. I
mean, it's probably a lot fucking easier to be an
eunuch, you know. Just outa curiousity, I mean all of
the, all the f books about sexuality, you know, why isn't
anybody talking about sexual frustration? You know.
Uh, not getting their sexual needs in that, why isn't
anybody talking openly about that? Why isn't that an
issue? I think it's an issue, man. It's an issue for
me, man, I tell how much sexual frustration I've had in
my life, you know. I mean, sex is the essence of life.
In any, almost any way you wanta look at it, it is. I
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mean, you're ; bom because of sexual behavior. You're
bom into this world. You're programmed, whether, most
people are, whether they want it or not, to uh, pursue
sexual indulgence, so that procreation can take place.
It's not their choice. I never chose to have hormones.
You know. And yet I'm condemned for it. And I'm
supposed to be happy, you know, I mean, women aren't
honest. You know, all, I'm still playing fucking
games. I mean, to me that's what it is, it's like I
can't be honest, and what really, really pisses me off
is uh, white males are, are blamed for every, seemingly
every fucking uh, downfall, every bad thing about our
society, the white male gets blamed for it. I mean,
there's a book oh, I don't remember who it's by, I left
all my books down in Norfolk, 'cause I ran outa money,
except my dictionary collection, but there's a book
about uh, uh, whites versus blacks. I don't remember
who it's by, I think it's Kaufman, two different
cultures on conflict or something and this guy's, this
white socialistic is interviewing all these blacks
about their attitudes and it clearly states that black
males uh, they blame uh, the sexual rigidity in our
society on white males trying to control women, you
know, that in fact uh, the white, black males are the
good guys because they have less rigid attitudes about
sexual behavior, you know. And feminists did it. Blacks
did it, almost every minority, man, wants to have a
fucking a complaint, eyes the white males he blames.
Hey, I didn't fucking invent uh, sexual rigidity.
Condemning attitudes. White males as even if you think
of it as an institution then, males are just, are
promiscuous. I mean, when, when religions lost its grip
on uh, controlling sexual behavior, feminists took over
and they started condemning uh, sexual be...
promiscuity. Women did. And yet uh, the black males,
they go around like uh, they're the good guys and the
white, the white guys are the bad guys. I mean, you can
read so much bullshit in black studies books about how
fucking uh, uh, you know, how righteous the blacks'
attitudes are. You know, about uh, uh, their
psychological uh, differences and attitudes in uh, in
uh, our culture, you taiow. You know and what, and what
I find is so'’ interesting, you know, you know, being
white is a, you know, I'm supposed to have this
attitude about I wanta walk around heaven with a
fucking whits garments on, you know, like some blond
angel. You know, my attitude about heaven is... I mean,
nobody's ever, ever convinced there's anything
interesting, any reason to wanta go heaven. I mean, at
most it seems to be nothing more than an eternal uh,
old folks home. And what do they do, just sit around
and sing songs and meet God and Jesus over and over
again. What do they do? I mean, what, what kind of
excitement do they do? It's a bland place to me, you
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know. It doesn't turn me on. And then the bad, the
angel of darkness, you know, the stereo type of black,
at least, at .least uh, that, that uh, guy, deviant or
whatever gets to indulge fun, you know, anarchy, you
know. But I gotta play the fucking angel because I'm a
blond, you know, isn't that a joke. You know, there's
no, there's no uh, nobody sees me as, as uh, uh, the
devil. No, the uh, dark one. No, because I'm a blond,
you know. I'm predicable. I'm understood. You know.
Isn't that a fucking joke? I mean, man, you know, what
would it, what would it be like to have fucking blood,
man, you know. No, 'cause you, you don't fucking
understand, man, I'm a man, I'm just as much animal as
a black man is. But our fucking society don't see it
that way. And that pisses me off. Well, now you
understand, you understand about how I don't fit in and
why I don't fit in. You see, our society in the
conformity, and so I'm gonna be, ; I'm obviously deviant.
People say I think too much, you know. And the truth
is, I probably feel too much, you know. But I've been
very frustrated, you know, and it's like I'm still
alive. That- always, that's always weird, you know,
I'm, I'm thirty-five almost, you know, I don't, you
know, I feel; like what I should've accomplished I
shoulda done, already as far as my social life, and I
had a rotten social life. Oh, people like me. But uh,
you know, society hasn't acknowledged my needs, people
don't give a rat's ass about my needs, you know. I'm
smoking my first pack of cigarettes I had in about
twelve years. I've been under a at of. st; rpgg - * <=
sad, man. I'm. ..I got a degree ir
you believe that? I can't teach because I swear,
principal doesn't like that. I don't fit in the
librarian ship either. Oh, I do. I'd make a good
librarian, but I'm loud, 'cause I'm emphatic when I
(UI) thinking about it, you know, (UI)...fuck.
Temperamental. _ I hate wearing ties, man. I'm an
artist. An artist don't make any money, you know. I
can't even get a fucking interview as a writer because
I don ' t ( have j an English background. I don't have... or a
journalist background. . .1 don't have professional
experience as a writer and I'm a better writer than
most people are. You know. I can't plan my life
because I wanta take my life and yet I went through all
those analagies and I decided the only way I could do
it that was fair to my family was to do it (UI) was to
do it in a peaceful effective and non-messy way and
that means to do it with uh, prescribed drugs. Which
means I'm gonna have to rob a place or lie to a
psychiatrist. And I can't get, I can't get the will
to, to start the initial life. You know. To me, to me
doing that is an act of compassion. But it, you know,
the suicide virus comes and goes, you know, and I can't
plan my fucking life because uh, because I don't know
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what my goals are any more. And to me life is a
conspiracy, you know. It's a conspiracy against me.
Yeah, I should go see a shrink, right? Sure. What good
is that gonna do? (UI) more files, people take more
notes, no. Therapists like me because I'm articulate,
I'm interesting, they wanta keep me on, it fills up
their day, gives them a paycheck. You know. What does
it do for me? You. know, fucking hundred files on me.
It's probably too late. You know. I don't even like
life. I don't like being a ledger, and that's what I
am, I'm a fucking ledger. I hate it. I hate it because
it's so sexually frustrating in this society. You
know. You know, people treat me like I'm a fucking
(UI) . (pause) I'm not asking for your sympathy. I don't
need that. You know. I just don't think you're being
honest. I don't think you're being honest to anybody, I
don't think you're being honest to yourself. People
say (UI) very important. Bullshit, they're not
important. Every goddamn issue I've brought up, Bradley
has to do with self-esteem. You know. All you fucking
minorities, you wanta condemn white males for the bunch
of bastards we are. But you don't give a jack shit
about our self-esteem, you know. <I...I find it so
goddamn interesting and I'll go in a bar, you know, and
uh, there'll be mostly white or something, and you
know, a black man'll go in the same fucking bar and
it's easier for a black man to get fucking laid by a
white woman than it is for me. That hurts my self-
esteem. It hurts it because blacks don't play fair. You
know, they make up all these bullshit reasons about how
they J re up and right about their attitudes and the
fucking issue, Bradley, whether you wanta fucking admit
it or not, it's competition for white women. Every time
blacks move into a group, organization, the first
goddamn that happens is that a black male starts
competing for white women. You know, and I'm the bad
guy 'cause I don't like it, Why, why should I like it,
man, maybe there's a, a biological impairity that says
I shouldn't like it 'cause racists are more interested
in whites. . .white women than they are in, in say black
women. I... I... I'm not saying that's a fact, I'm just
saying that's what I probably might be a fact. Why
should they get a moral point for that? Because they're
interested in black women and white women, and at the
same time, I'm being condemned because I'm a racist
because I'm not as interested in black women as black
men are interested in white women. So I'm the fucking
racist. And they can write in the fucking Washington
Post that they ' re the good guys. Come on, say it, you
know. Fuck you, Washington Post. I mean, there's no way
off stopping; reality, biological reality or whatever,
but you know, it really pisses me off, man, when a
black man laughs in my face because he's got a
beautiful chick and I'm single by myself. You know.
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It's a form of defiance. It's a form of hatred. And
don't tell me it doesn't happen. I mean uh, you people
that work for the newspaper, I don't care if it's the
Post or whatever, you people, man, you're the ones that
start these issues, you know, uh, reporting on such and
such. You're the people that uh, report on racism,
sexism, well, finish the goddamn J job. It's your
responsibility. You know, you wanta take one side of
the issue and you don't wanta deal with the other side.
I mean, you ]biow, (pause) ... stop being hypocrites about
it. I mean, ^uh, there was at one time a lie and
Federal Communications Commission as supposedly
written, that said you were supposed to air both sides
an issue if you wanted to report, you wanted to do one
issue on one side, don't you, don't you feel that
fucking responsibility? I mean, as far as I'm
concerned, you know, the, the, the fucking woman's
movement is not over with yet because you haven't heard
the other fucking side. Or you've given it late, uh,
you haven't give it serious consideration. You haven't
give me my fucking quality. You know, I don't know how
many word. . .uh, articles you did from the woman's
perspective, you know, and all the time, (UI) and you
kept cutting man down, cutting men down, treating us
like shit, belittling us, putting us down to put
yourselves up. Putting the white. male down. I mean,
even when I was_in Washington, D.C. , I could feel the
hostility in| J, just walking down the goddamn
street. The hostility that women 'taught women about
men. The hatted. The hatred that .was being taught
through attitudes about men. I could feel it in
Washington, D.C. And one of the fucking ways women
showed their’ hatred of men is they fucking dated
blacks, well, maybe only a few, but it was a form of
rejection of whites, because that's what the fucking
minority movements are about, rejection of white males.
And I was put into a fucking pigeon in pigeon hall
category, like I as a white male, was the same as every
other fucking white male, you know. I mean, how many
people have the attitude now, here is a unique
individual who has a unique mind. I'm not treated like
that most of the time. I certainly wasn't treated like
that when I moved to Washington, D.C. in 1983. I was
just another fucking white male and all you minorities
always complaining about you're not being treated as an
individual, you're being treated 'as a stereo type, a
racist stereo type. Well, fuck, I am tired of being
treated as a* racist stereo type myself. I would like
people to think that just fucking maybe I've got an
independent mind, an independent unique person, that
I'm, I'm at least worth the time to explore and find
out who I am and what I'm about. But no, that's not
the way it was, and it's not the way it is. Because
even if there isn't as much talk about uh, men as the
bad guys, there's still the unconscious and conscious
attitudes that women will write about their belittling
attitudes about males, their intolerance in males, that
we were, we were secondclass, that we were... I, I... I
felt like I was being treated like a secondclass
citizen in a social way, maybe not a political way,
maybe not an economical way, but I was talked about as
a secondclass citizen in a social way. No, I had to
live up to some stupid uh, stereo type that people had
about what the average white male was about, or the
nerd coat, or the nerd suit, the* nerd glasses, the nerd
haircut, and j what really pisses me off, yeah, I'm
angry. Obviously I'm fucking angry. ..is that the same
minorities wfio constantly complained about our economic
system, about the injustices of our economic system,
were the same goddamn minorities that wanted every
fucking advantage that it had to offer and yet they
condemned it at the same time. They didn't want to
build it, they wanted to cut it down, they wanted to
cut who they thought built it up down, white males. And
yet they wanted every fucking advantage it had to
offer. So you know, I was thinking, you know, if, if,
if, if, if, all you family-oriented people that the
Washington Post think it's only fair that uh, they have
uh, uh, support for taking care of children, you know,
the corporation should support a child-care so mother's
can work. Why I think it's a cruel area for a single
males. You know, make it fair all across the board. Why
don't you have a corporation, why don't you suggest to
'em, just suggest that corporations should pay for uh,
uh massage parlors, uh, you know) for people who uh,
need massages, sexual massages, that kind of thing, you
know, so they don't have to treat women like sex
subjects in the work place, because they don't have any
outlets, you! know, they can go to a corporation-paid
massage service and they can get their sexual needs met
and then they go back to work uh, after lunch and take
care of their job. And what do I get out of child-care
for uh, for corporations? You know, why, why should uh,
families have that? Why should corporations support
that for family? Why not my needs? You know. You know,
so, so that males, I mean, uh, single people feel like
there ' s ... there ' s a (UI) for them, that you know, it's
not gonna cost much more. . .taking care of kids all day
or giving a massage service for a half hour. (drinking
something) You know, just throw it out and see how it
goes. Give somebody something to laugh about, you
know, (sighs) (pause) Humm. As they say, Mr. Bradley,
jokers wild. |
[IT SOUNDS iicKE A TEACHER CONDUCTING A LESSON. DO YOU
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9A-WMFO-168077
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Agent (SA)
The following investi gation was conducted by Special
lat Minneapolis, Minnesota:
The Minnesota Divi sion of Motor Vehicl es (DMV)
date of birth
furnished recor ds indicating
Minnesota Driver 1 s License Number
indicate f
Local criminal checks concerning
By
letter dated Jun e 23, 1990, th e writing Agent received a packet
of materi al froml I Two letters are being retained.
One is to
FBI, M3
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June 22, 1990, which rambled on about|_
feelings towards the Washington Post , signedl
mi_ _ i n i i i • n J n -a _ -
neaoolis , Minnesota, dated
I beliefs and
The other letter being retained in the 1A section of this file is
to B ENJAMIN BRADLEY , Executive Editor, Washington Post , typed in
The letter rambles
threats, and stating he would
from[
dated June 15 , 1990.
however, apologized for
on,
not hurt anyone.
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FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION
Date of transcription
7/2/90
On June 15. 1990
information:
furnished the following
advised he sent four cass ette tapes i nto the
Washington Post newspaper to l I (phonetic) .
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a week.
him. [[
taoes
n about two months ago and was sending about one
asked the Washington Post to print some articles
conce rning tn e wav white women treat men and the Post ignored
]would not kill anyone, however, became frustrated
with no response and made the threatening statements to get
attention.
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was
obtained through observation and interview:
Investigation on 6/15/90
by SA
at Minneapolis, Minnesota F ile # 9A-WMFQ-168077 -^
pDin Date dictated 6/19/90
This document contains neither recommendations nor conclusions of the FBI. It is the property of the FBI and is loaned to your agency;
it and its contents are not to be distributed outside your agency.
FBI
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BENJAMIN BRADLEY - VICTIM
EXECUTIVE EDITOR OF THE WASHINGTON POST
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The captioned subject was interviewed by FBI
Minneapolis Division on 6/15/90 regarding threats made to the
advised he never
editor of "The Washington Post" .
intended to harm anyone but became frustrated when "The
Washington Post" would not respond to his let ters, I
stated he made the threats to get attenti on. I l is
currently | | and stated he would
not kill anyone and will write a letter of apology to "The
Washington Post".
On 8/24/90, AUSA
United States
Attorney's Office, Washington, D.C. declined prosecution on
the above captioned matter due to a lack of criminal intent
and prosecutive merit.
Due to the above and the lack of further
investigative steps, WMFO is closing the captioned case.
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FBI CASE STATUS FORM
Date: 8/27/90
To: JAY B . STEPHENS 7 555 4TH STREET , N>W> WASHINGTON, D.C.
(Name and Address of USA)
From: THOMAS E. DUHADWAY , SAC
(Name of Official in Charge and Field Division) (Signature of Official in Charge)
RE: I I
(Name of Subject)
You are hereby advised of action authorized by AUSA|
on information submitted by Special Agent
(Name)
Age
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8/24/90
(Date)
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Sex
(Check One)
H Request further investigation
IKl Immediate declination
H Riling of complaint
□ Presentation to Federal Grand Jury
□ Filing of information
n Other
For violation of Title 18 , USC, Section(s)
Synopsis of case: Captioned subject sent three audio cassettes to a
reporter for the " WASHINGTON POST " where he made a potential
threat on the life of BENJAMINE BRADELY who is the Executive
Editor of the newspaper.
Subject was interviewed by the FEDERAL BUREAU OF,
INVESTIGATION (FBI) regarding the threat on July 2, 1990. |
advised he was frustrated that the " Washington post " would not
print various articles he had written. stated he would
not harm anyone but became frustrated when he got no response and
made the threatening statements to get attention.
Searched -r
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interview that he would write a letter of
" WASHINGTON POST ". Due to this, the case was declined for
prosecution because of a lack of criminal intent.
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