There are a handful of stories that a parapolitics researcher never forgets, regardless of the efforts to do so. The deaths of Jane Greenhow, Stefan Bateman and Ruth Fleming---ten years ago this month---was the point of no return for me.
I'd been reading about JFK, Vietnam, Gehlen, MKULTRA, CIA cocaine, etc. for years. Even ECHELON was old news back then. It was all old news, if you went looking for it, that is. You had to make a point of seeking it out. You don't read about sh*t like this in the
Los Angeles Times on your lunch break... Right?
I knew it was rare to catch a glimpse of an operation being rolled up. But there it was in front of my eyes. I held the page of the newspaper in one hand and a chicken burito in the other.
There it was.
I mumbled it back then as I mumble it now, "What the f*ck was this?"
The story still haunts me. I pick over the bones on the Internet every few years; which results, thankfully, in nothing. I contacted the
LA Times reporter; nothing, case closed, trail isn't cold, there's no trail. That's about it, really. What else can one do? Start driving around the backwoods of Red Neck America asking about a few dead British Nazis?
Something tells me that such an investigation wouldn't have gone so well, if you know what I mean.
If you like, you may read more about this in a book called
Sh*t Magnet: One Man's Miraculous Ability to Absorb the World's Guilt by Jim Goad. Goad was in contact with Greenhow before the trio ventilated themselves. Do a, "Search inside this book" and enter
Greenhow as the query. You can't read it all at once, so when Amazon stops giving you free pages, make the stupid thing search for a semi unique word on the last page you have access to, click that page in the search results and you'll get a few more pages.
It's not much for a ten year anniversary, but when you set out to turn over the bones, you've got to take what you can get:
Just before Jane Greenhow died, she drove up a lonely road in remote Shasta County and wrote a note to the one she loved: her Glock 10-millimeter pistol.
"I am so sorry I have to leave you now, the only one I am reluctant to leave behind," the tattooed, 23-year-old neo-Nazi sympathizer wrote to her gun. "I guess you just functioned more reliably--I jammed."
Then Greenhow, clad in black fatigues and combat boots, put the pistol in her mouth and pulled the trigger, culminating a bizarre trio of suicides of neo-Nazi cult followers last week in California and Arizona.
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Stefan Bateman and Ruth Fleming, both 22, were wearing the same style of black garb when they rented pistols at the range and took a few dozen practice shots Wednesday afternoon.
Then they turned the pistols on themselves--apparently counting down together so the guns would go off at the same instant, Arizona authorities said.
"Witnesses said they both fell at the same time," said Mesa Police Sgt. Earle Lloyd. "It was ruled a double suicide."
posted by Kevin at 1:48 AM