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Re: Alfred's Odd Ode #298

From: Michael Christol <mchristo@mindspring.com>
Date: Sun, 11 Apr 1999 15:21:52 -0700
Fwd Date: Sun, 11 Apr 1999 17:33:34 -0400
Subject: Re: Alfred's Odd Ode #298

>Date: Sat, 10 Apr 1999 07:09:23 -0500
>From: Alfred Lehmberg <Lehmberg@snowhill.com>
>To: UFO UpDates - Toronto <updates@globalserve.net>
>Subject: Alfred's Odd Ode #298

I would not cut or snip nor paste this message.  Not one word
would I dare to remove.
I too share alfred's questioning.
Where can we contact John by Phone?
Is he totally locked away from outside
contact with any of us?

I have been laxed in asking this question.
The fault is mine.
John and I shared many a day in conversaton
on the phone and exchanged many many emails and

I feel that they are attempting to break John's
spirit so that when he is finally set free, he
will fade quietly into the woodwork and not be
heard from again.

Will this work?  I cannot say for sure, but
knowing John like I do, I think after a time
of healing, John will rise from the ashes of
this "crime against humanity" as the Pheonix
from the ashes of it's own destruction.

I support John and the work he was doing.
One of his co-workers in the UFO uncoverup
on Long Island, Brian Levins, has totally
disappeared and I have been unable to find
him in the past two years.
Unfortuantely, I am left with but one
conclusion:  "Brian is probably dead!"
If anyone has any information to the
contrary, please advise me.

If Brian is dead, then not only John has
been removed from the UFO scene, but his
Right Hand, Brian also...

This gets worse and worse as it goes.
Any help in resolving this dilemma would
be welcomed by Myself, and probably by
Alfred also.

REgards, Mike


>Apology to MW #298 (For April 10, 1999)
>What's new with John Ford?  Is he closer to trial?  So, when's
>he allowed to express his denial? What are his chances; does he
>pretend (?) that freedom can happen for him, once again? Is he
>despondent? Is he depressed? What does he miss as his freedom's
>oppressed? Is he despairing? Is he tormented -- writhing and
>chafing his unearned internment?  What does he think of while
>buried in prison? How does he manage this hell of derision? How
>does he govern the feelings he has for folks that betrayed him,
>or treated him bad? What are his thoughts on the lack of concern
>of his own damned community that's shunned him in turn? What are
>his options? What's his prerogative? His _right_ to a TRIAL is a
>sad interrogative!
>Walking the _streets_ are those far worse than him! Released,
>and at large, they are MONSTERS, my friend! But John is locked
>up like a serial fiend, when, in TRUTH, he's done _nothing_ but
>question and dream! He's scorned for his courage of strident
>conviction! He's jailed for reasons concocted from fiction! He
>lives a perdition of slow rot to please all the ones that make
>out if he's brought to his knees!  He lives his debasement to
>further the ends of the demons that profit from what _they_
>pretend.  He's tied up and muffled to further the cause of
>political ambitions that should give us _all_ pause.  Forgotten
>and lonely he sits in his cell, thinking (quite rightly) he's
>gone straight to hell.
>What's the damn hold up? What was his crime? Who was it
>_injured_ for John doing time? What are the reasons he's
>suffered these years? Why don't they try him?
>Isn't it _queer_?
>How do they figure to hold him in jail, or NOT have a trial, and
>NOT hear his tale?  What of John's lawyer? What was his take?
>How much of John's property paid bills that were faked? _Where_
>are John's assets, what of his pension, how long should he
>suffer the man's foul detention?  _Where_ is the justice?
>_Where's_ the fair play; where has the *fairness* departed I
>say? Why can't he speak; why can't he talk -- why can't he tell
>us his crime is a crock? What is so secret they lock him away
>with the key gone misplaced as is done every day? When will he
>get all the rights that he *has* for being _American_, I hasten
>to add!
><recovering from righteous sneer>
>I'm thinking of you, John; I'm in my back yard. I'm looking at
>Venus, and stars that shine, hard. The wind's in my face, but my
>freedom's a fake; with you in your jail, my freedom's at stake.
>It's all washed away by the whim of a man who handles our lives
>with the heaviest hands. Step on his toes in a search for some
>equity, and suffer the slings and his arrow's inequity. Make a
>demand for respect you be shown, and be thrown to the foot of
>the man's jealous throne! Ask for just treatment -- to be kept
>well informed, and be found _surely_ outcast, shunned, and then
>When is your trial? Shall you be heard? Or will they just mock
>you, and keep you interred? May you, fates willing, secure a
>release, and slip from their bonds -- free at last, and at
>How much longer, people. Remember -- it's _you_ in there...
>Without a trial? I thought this was America? <sneering out the
>Restore John Ford!
>Ponder the Wit & Wisdom of Ching Chow!
>View "Unstill Life" -- Animation . . . and more.
>Consider Matter, Mind & Movement.
>See the current HTML "Apology to MW" with illustration.
>Take a ride in the Teleporter.
>Explore "Alfred Lehmberg's Alien View" at his Fortunecity URL.

><Updated 2 April>

>John Ford Restoration Fund -- Send your checks and
>money orders to _me_, Alfred Lehmberg
>(cut out the lawyers, they got their's) at:
>304 Melbourne Drive, Enterprise AL, 36330. Strict records kept.
>$350.00 pledged -- $150.00 collected!

>"I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from
>afar, I leave far behind me." - Giordano Bruno, burned at the
>fundamentalist's stake.

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