I have written extensively on this blog concerning my problems over the last fifteen years with the U.S. Secret Service (SS). In summary I contend they have attempted to make of me a slave by constant surveillance and active recruitment of my friends, neighbors and co-workers as informants. In addition they would have me to report by phone or in person to various SS agents my whereabouts and other personal matters. This is oppression and tyranny in its most pure form as SS is an agency of the federal government.
It is interesting to note the ominous parallels between the actions of the American SS and the former East German Stasi (Communist secret police) as portrayed in the move, “The Lives of Others” in which the Stasi send agents to spy on a writer and playwright they think is not loyal to the East German regime. I have no way of knowing if the American SS operation against me is as extensive as the one directed against the East German writer in the movie, but it appears to be impressive and involves a number of American SS agents and local/state policemen. I have protested this oppression many times to various legal authorities without result. It would appear I’m on my own just like the protagonist in “The Lives of Others” and our American SS can apparently do what they want to me short of cold blooded murder.
In my days as a career soldier in U.S. Army Military Intelligence I was stationed in the middle of East Germany, in West Berlin (1974-77). My landlord and his wife were former East German refugees who came West just before the Berlin Wall went up in 1961. I was a frequent guest at their dinner table and we had many conversations about life behind the Iron Curtain. I well remember one talk we had about the Stasi and I asked just how they conducted themselves. My landlord described the East German secret police as, “polite totalitarianism” He related an incident he was involved in at the factory where he worked at when he was critical of the Communist Party leadership during a lunch break with co-workers. The very night of the incident the Stasi knocked on his door. The agents were two polite young men who repeated word for word what he had said against the General Secretary of the East German Communist Party. They said such talk could only lead to prison, but since it was his first offense he was going to be let off with a warning. But there was a string attached. The Stasi would open a file on him and they would monitor him and on occasion agents would drop by his house and talk to him and his wife.
I remember thinking how lucky I was to be an American where we didn’t suffer under the jackboot secret police tyranny. Then came “The United of America v. Ronald Gene Barbour” in 1994 and I went to prison for four years for an alleged assassination plot against President Clinton, and the jackboot fell hard on me and stayed on me even though I served my prison sentence and probation. This year will mark the beginning of my eleventh years out of prison and nothing has changed. I think nothing will change in regards to this government witch hunt by agents of the SS as long as I live. It would appear like my former landlord when he lived in East Germany I’m a marked man to be hounded by a secret police force for his political beliefs.
What to do? Since the order of battle is so much against me, I think my only hope is to take the same type of action as did my former landlord in Berlin – move to freedom. I can do this several different ways. One way that appeals to me is using a dead man’s identity I purchased on the black market years ago which comes complete with birth certificate, Driver’s License and Social Security card. Another way and the most desperate way out of this mess is to commit suicide. In my talks with various East German refugees they noted the high suicide rate in their country and blamed it on harassment of innocent citizens by the Stasi. The third way would be to overthrow the federal government and shoot our American SS. This appeals to the romantic in me, but it seems highly unlikely that the government of the most powerful country in the world will disappear in my lifetime.
Thus I’m left with options one and two. I can see most merit in option number one. The downside is fingerprints. If for any reason I’m arrested the fingerprints lead to my true identity and I have much explaining to do. The final solution to my conundrum is suicide. Since I suffer from clinical depression I wage a constant battle against black thoughts of self murder. In my 60th year I must admit to see merit in a state of nonbeing where there are no thoughts. I recall that Clive of India waged a life long struggle against depression and in the end did commit suicide. Churchill on the other hand kept himself busy with politics, writing and painting and died a natural death.
Whatever of these options is my choice at the end of the day, the truth is that they all lead to victory over the American SS, since I refuse to play victim to their whims. In this action I’m like the Army of Northern Virginia at Appomattox. If you’ll recall it was only Robert E. Lee who surrendered and a few troops. The bulk of the Confederate Army simply drifted away and went back home. Of course, the principles they fought for were flawed, but there is great merit in the fact they were always true to their cause. I’m like an old undefeated Confederate Army that just sort of drifts away from a superior force with its principles intact and undefeated.
It is interesting to note the ominous parallels between the actions of the American SS and the former East German Stasi (Communist secret police) as portrayed in the move, “The Lives of Others” in which the Stasi send agents to spy on a writer and playwright they think is not loyal to the East German regime. I have no way of knowing if the American SS operation against me is as extensive as the one directed against the East German writer in the movie, but it appears to be impressive and involves a number of American SS agents and local/state policemen. I have protested this oppression many times to various legal authorities without result. It would appear I’m on my own just like the protagonist in “The Lives of Others” and our American SS can apparently do what they want to me short of cold blooded murder.
In my days as a career soldier in U.S. Army Military Intelligence I was stationed in the middle of East Germany, in West Berlin (1974-77). My landlord and his wife were former East German refugees who came West just before the Berlin Wall went up in 1961. I was a frequent guest at their dinner table and we had many conversations about life behind the Iron Curtain. I well remember one talk we had about the Stasi and I asked just how they conducted themselves. My landlord described the East German secret police as, “polite totalitarianism” He related an incident he was involved in at the factory where he worked at when he was critical of the Communist Party leadership during a lunch break with co-workers. The very night of the incident the Stasi knocked on his door. The agents were two polite young men who repeated word for word what he had said against the General Secretary of the East German Communist Party. They said such talk could only lead to prison, but since it was his first offense he was going to be let off with a warning. But there was a string attached. The Stasi would open a file on him and they would monitor him and on occasion agents would drop by his house and talk to him and his wife.
I remember thinking how lucky I was to be an American where we didn’t suffer under the jackboot secret police tyranny. Then came “The United of America v. Ronald Gene Barbour” in 1994 and I went to prison for four years for an alleged assassination plot against President Clinton, and the jackboot fell hard on me and stayed on me even though I served my prison sentence and probation. This year will mark the beginning of my eleventh years out of prison and nothing has changed. I think nothing will change in regards to this government witch hunt by agents of the SS as long as I live. It would appear like my former landlord when he lived in East Germany I’m a marked man to be hounded by a secret police force for his political beliefs.
What to do? Since the order of battle is so much against me, I think my only hope is to take the same type of action as did my former landlord in Berlin – move to freedom. I can do this several different ways. One way that appeals to me is using a dead man’s identity I purchased on the black market years ago which comes complete with birth certificate, Driver’s License and Social Security card. Another way and the most desperate way out of this mess is to commit suicide. In my talks with various East German refugees they noted the high suicide rate in their country and blamed it on harassment of innocent citizens by the Stasi. The third way would be to overthrow the federal government and shoot our American SS. This appeals to the romantic in me, but it seems highly unlikely that the government of the most powerful country in the world will disappear in my lifetime.
Thus I’m left with options one and two. I can see most merit in option number one. The downside is fingerprints. If for any reason I’m arrested the fingerprints lead to my true identity and I have much explaining to do. The final solution to my conundrum is suicide. Since I suffer from clinical depression I wage a constant battle against black thoughts of self murder. In my 60th year I must admit to see merit in a state of nonbeing where there are no thoughts. I recall that Clive of India waged a life long struggle against depression and in the end did commit suicide. Churchill on the other hand kept himself busy with politics, writing and painting and died a natural death.
Whatever of these options is my choice at the end of the day, the truth is that they all lead to victory over the American SS, since I refuse to play victim to their whims. In this action I’m like the Army of Northern Virginia at Appomattox. If you’ll recall it was only Robert E. Lee who surrendered and a few troops. The bulk of the Confederate Army simply drifted away and went back home. Of course, the principles they fought for were flawed, but there is great merit in the fact they were always true to their cause. I’m like an old undefeated Confederate Army that just sort of drifts away from a superior force with its principles intact and undefeated.
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