Wednesday, October 22, 2014

What Did the C.I.A. Do to His Father?, by Michael Ignatieff,

April 1, 2001, New York Times, C.I.A.; What Did the C.I.A. Do to His Father?, by Michael Ignatieff,

For a quarter of a century, a close friend of mine, a Harvard classmate, has believed that the Central Intelligence Agency murdered his father, a United States government scientist. Believing this means, in my friend's words, "leaving the known universe," the one in which it is innocently accepted that an agency of the American government would never do such a thing. My friend has left this known universe, even raising his father's body from the grave where it had lain for 40 years to test the story the C.I.A. told him about his death. The evidence on the body says that the agency may have lied. But knowing this has not healed my friend. When I ask him what he has learned from his ordeal, he says, "Never dig up your father." Then he laughs, and the look on his face is wild, bitter and full of pain.

On Nov. 28, 1953, around 2 a.m., Armand Pastore, night manager at the Statler Hotel opposite Penn Station in New York, rushed out the front door on Seventh Avenue to find a middle-aged man lying on the sidewalk in his undershirt and shorts. "He was broken up something awful," Pastore told reporters many years later, flat on his back with his legs smashed and bent at a terrible angle. Looking up, Pastore could see a blind pushed through an empty window frame high up in the Statler. The man had fallen from the 10th floor -- apparently after crashing through a closed window -- but he was alive. "He was trying to mumble something, but I couldn't make it out. It was all garbled, and I was trying to get his name." By the time the priest and the ambulance came, the stranger on the sidewalk was dead.

When Pastore went up to the stranger's room -- 1018A -- with the police, they found a man who gave his name as Robert Lashbrook sitting on the toilet with his head in his hands. Down at reception, Pastore asked the hotel telephone operator whether she had overheard any calls from 1018A. Two, she said. In one, a voice had said, "He's gone." The voice on the other end replied, "That's too bad." Lashbrook admitted making two calls but has denied saying anything of the sort.

The high trees over the family house in Frederick, Md., were still in darkness when Eric Olson was woken by his mother, Alice, and taken into the living room. Upstairs, his younger sister, Lisa, and brother, Nils, slept undisturbed. Lt. Col. Vincent Ruwet, his father's boss at the Army research establishment at Fort Detrick, told Eric something bad had happened. "Fallen or jumped" and "accident" were the words he heard as he looked across the room at his mother, frozen and empty-eyed, on the sofa opposite. "In that moment when I learned that my father had gone out a window and died," Eric later wrote, "it was as if the plug were pulled from some central basin of my mind and a vital portion of my consciousness drained out." He was 9 years old.

When I first met Eric Olson in 1974, both of us were working on doctorates at Harvard. Mine was in history, his in clinical psychology. What I liked about him was his maniacal cackle. One minute he would be laboring some abstruse point in his Southern drawl, the next his face would be alight with a snaggle-toothed grin, and his body would be electrified by the joke he had just slipped by me, deadpan. The laugh was an attractive and alarming trait, because sometimes he would laugh about things that weren't funny at all.

His Harvard research was about how to help people recover from trauma. With the psychiatrist Robert Jay Lifton, he had been to Man, W.Va., to interview survivors of a disaster in which 125 people had been killed and 4,000 people made homeless when a dam burst and a wall of black water containing coal waste swept down Buffalo Creek. He and Lifton wrote a paper that spoke of the way sudden, violent loss left people imprinted with death anxiety and long-term psychic numbing.

I remember Eric talking for hours in his Cambridge apartment about a technique he had been using to help the people of Buffalo Creek. It was called the "collage method," and it involved getting survivors to paste together pictures, using anything they felt like clipping out of newspapers and magazines. It seemed childish to me at first, but Eric said that for people whose lives were in pieces anyway, collage was mysteriously satisfying. They would work for hours in silence, he said, moving about the floor, sticking things down, and sometimes when they had finished, they would contemplate what they had done and start to cry.

After 75 years of psychoanalysis -- the talking cure -- here was a therapy, Eric believed, that didn't start from words but from images. It seemed to unfurl the winding processes of a person's unconscious and lay them out flat on paper. Eric had been playing around with his father's camera and making photomontages since childhood. But he didn't stumble on the power of collage until he was in his 20's. One stoned night, he and a girlfriend got down on their knees in her apartment and began cutting pictures out of magazines and gluing them down. When Eric finished, the central image of his collage was a grainy picture of a man falling head first out of a window.

On June 11, 1975, The Washington Post revealed that a commission led by Vice President Nelson Rockefeller had discovered that "a civilian employee of the Department of the Army unwittingly took LSD as part of a Central Intelligence Agency test" and "developed serious side effects." After being sent to New York with a C.I.A. escort for psychiatric treatment, the employee jumped from a hotel window and died as a result. The Rockefeller report added a footnote: "There are indications in the few remaining agency records that this individual may have had a history of emotional instability."

Back in Frederick, Lisa Olson confronted Vincent Ruwet, her father's old boss at Detrick. He had regularly visited Alice Olson, shared a drink with her, become a trusted friend of the children. Ruwet stalled at first but eventually confirmed that the man in the story was Frank Olson and that he had known the details in The Post story all along.

If Ruwet had known all along, then the family had lived for 22 years in a community of lies: families of government scientists who had kept the truth away from a family dying from the lack of it. This culture of secrecy had also contaminated the family from within. Alice Olson covered the whole subject of Frank's death with a silence that was both baffling and intimidating. Her mantra, whenever Eric would ask what really happened in Room 1018A, was, "You are never going to know what happened in that room."

Maintaining stoic silence took its toll. By the 1960's, Alice Olson was routinely drinking on the quiet, locking herself in the bathroom and then coming out mean and confused. One time, when Eric returned from a year away in India, he walked right past her in the airport. The drinking had left her so thin and wasted that he didn't recognize her. All the time, Ruwet had been there for her, keeping her company. It later turned out that he had received orders from the C.I.A.'s director, Allen Dulles, to keep in touch with her.

With their mother locked in silence, the children were left alone with their own sense of shame about their father's death. Eric told other children that his father had suffered "a fatal nervous breakdown," without knowing what that could possibly mean. Thanks to The Post's revelations, the summer of 1975 was the family's "Copernican Revolution." They gave the exclusive on their personal story to Seymour Hersh of The New York Times, and when he came through the door of the house in Frederick, his first words were: "This must be the most uncurious family in the United States. I can't believe you fell for that story for 22 years." Later, at a news conference in the backyard at Frederick, under the big trees, the family announced that they were going to sue the government for wrongful death. Their ultimate purpose, they said, was to imprint what had happened to their father in "American memory."

The news conference had immediate results. On July 21, 1975, Alice, Eric, Nils, Lisa and Lisa's husband, Greg Hayward, were invited to the White House. In the Oval Office, according to newspaper accounts, President Gerald Ford expressed ''the sympathy of the American people and apologized on behalf of the U.S. government.'' There is a photograph of Alice shaking the president's hand. Her face is glowing. Even so, catharsis was brief. The meeting with the president lasted 17 minutes.

A week or so later, Eric, Lisa, Nils and two lawyers met the C.I.A.'s director, William Colby, at the agency's headquarters in Langley, Va. In his memoirs, Colby remembered the lunch as "one of the most difficult assignments I have ever had." At the end of the lunch, Colby handed the family an inch-thick sheaf of declassified documents relating to Frank Olson's death. What Colby did not tell them -- did not reveal until he published his memoirs just three years later -- was that Frank Olson had not been a civilian employee of the Department of the Army. He had been a C.I.A. employee working at Fort Detrick.

The Colby documents were photocopies of the agency's own in-house investigation of Olson's death and like Eric's collages: a redacted jumble of fragments, full of unexplained terms like the "Artichoke" and "Bluebird" projects. These turned out to be the precursors of what became known as MK-ULTRA, a C.I.A. project, beginning in the Korean War, to explore the use of drugs like LSD as truth serums, as well as botulism and anthrax, for use in covert assassination.

The documents claimed that during a meeting between the C.I.A. and Fort Detrick scientists at Deep Creek Lodge in rural Maryland on Nov. 19,1953, Sidney Gottlieb of the C.I.A. slipped LSD into Olson's glass of Cointreau. After 20 minutes, Olson developed mild symptoms of disorientation. He was then told the drink had been spiked. The next day, Olson returned home early and spent the weekend in a mood that Alice remembered as withdrawn but not remotely psychotic. He kept saying he had made a terrible mistake, but she couldn't get him to say what it was.
Is the point of the narrative to suggest that only Olson was dosed with LSD by Gottlieb that particular evening, and not his confederates? Given Gottlieb's reputation for play, without any signs of an active "experiment" being underway (unless Olson drank Cointreau at lunch in the laboratory) I can picture a dinner scene at Deep Creek Lodge, with the stress being on the word deep. None of this would ever have come to light since no one else had the same reaction to the drug. Conversely, Gottlieb may have previously targeted Olson as a backslider. A Baltimore Sun article from 2012,1 differs significantly from Ignatieff's storytelling, by saying it was at "the secret British military research center at Porton Down," where "Olson witnessed 'extreme interrogations' in which 'the CIA committed murder' using biological agents Olson had developed." If Olson had been dismayed by his experience in the summer of 1953, it would have been pretty stupid for him to have confided to the in-house psychiatrist William Sargant, who immediately advised British intelligence (see below) to ban Olson from Porton Down. Olson would have then been between a rock and a hard place, if he was sufficient informed as to the company's secrets to be a threat, yet had failed in some crucial step of "being read in." He may then have been a potential whistleblower whose disenfranchisement from the company predated any "spiritual awakening" occasioned by LSD
On Sunday night, they went to see a film about Martin Luther. It followed the young Luther to the moment of spiritual crisis -- Here I stand, I can do no other" -- when he decided to take on the might of the Catholic Church. The next day, Olson went straight to Ruwet's office and said he wanted to resign. Ruwet told him to calm down. The next morning, he returned to Ruwet's office and insisted that his resignation be accepted. While Alice's memory was of Frank being in the grip of an ethical dilemma, Ruwet told C.I.A. investigators that Olson "appeared to be greatly agitated and in his own words, 'all mixed up.'"

Ruwet and Robert Lashbrook, a C.I.A. liaison at Fort Detrick, took Olson to New York -- ostensibly to seek psychiatric advice. But the doctor Olson saw, an allergist named Harold Abramson, was receiving C.I.A. financing to experiment with LSD, and his sole exercise of therapeutic attention was to prescribe Nembutal and bourbon to help Olson sleep.

Olson was also taken to see John Mulholland, a New York magician on the C.I.A. payroll, who may have tried to hypnotize him. Ruwet told C.I.A. investigators that in Mulholland's presence, Olson became highly agitated. "What's behind this?" he kept asking his friend Ruwet. "Give me the lowdown. What are they trying to do with me? Are they checking me for security?" "Everyone was in a plot to 'get' him," he told Lashbrook. He begged them to "just let me disappear."
Where is James Randi when you need him?
According to the documents Colby had given the family, Olson spent an agonized night wandering the streets of New York, discarding his wallet and identification cards. He said he was too ashamed to go home to his wife and children, so he and Lashbrook ate a cheerless Thanksgiving dinner at a Horn & Hardart automat in Midtown.

Late the next day, according to the C.I.A. story, it was decided that Olson needed to be institutionalized. Yet when Olson phoned Alice that night, he said that he felt "much better" and "looked forward to seeing her the next day." That night, in Room 1018A, with Lashbrook in the bed by the door, Olson was calm: he washed out his socks and underwear and went to sleep. Four hours later, Armand Pastore found him lying on his back on Seventh Avenue.

The C.I.A.'s general counsel, called in immediately in 1953 to investigate Olson's death, noted that the official story -- that LSD "triggered" the suicide -- was "completely inconsistent" with the facts in the case. Disciplinary action was recommended against Gottlieb and Lashbrook, but the agency's director, Allen Dulles, delivered only a mild reprimand. Lashbrook left the agency, but Gottlieb remained in senior positions for 20 more years. He told the internal inquiry that Olson's death was "just one of the risks running with scientific experimentation." Far from ending with Olson's death, the LSD experiments continued for two decades.

The Colby documents left the family marooned, no longer believing that Frank's death was a simple suicide but not knowing what to believe instead. A photograph in People magazine in July 1975 shows each of them in the living room in Frederick, unsmiling and not looking at one another. In 1976, after negotiations in which they traded away their right to further civil or criminal proceedings against the government, the family received a total of $750,000, half a million less than originally recommended by the White House and even the C.I.A. itself.

If this was "closure," it was of an especially cursed kind. Shortly after receiving her portion of the money, Eric's sister, together with her husband and their 2-year-old son, Jonathan, set off by small plane from Frederick to a destination in the Adirondacks, where they were going to invest the money in a lumber mill. The plane crashed, and everyone on board was killed.
I would check into the circumstances of this plane crash. In the Hobbesian world of secret intelligence, plane crashes are a favored method of dispatching problem people. Had Lisa been the difficult family member to deal with? Or may this be just a coincidence?
In the aftermath of Lisa's death, Eric took his portion of the money and went to Sweden to escape the accursed story. In Stockholm, he read intensively, exploring the connection between his spatial, collage-based theory of the mind and linguistic accounts of mental processes. He also had a son, Stephan, by a woman he never married. If distance was supposed to heal him, however, the cure didn't work. He "smoldered" in Stockholm and in 1984 returned to the States determined, he said, to find out the truth "once and for all."

"Once and for all" meant returning to the hotel and checking into Room 1018A. He recalls this strange night now as a revelation. "It just hit you," he says. The room was simply too small for his father to have gained the speed to take a running plunge through the window. The sill was too high and too wide -- there was a radiator in front of it -- for him to have dived through a closed window and a lowered blind in the dark.

Eric, Nils and Alice, now recovered from alcoholism, tracked down Sidney Gottlieb in his ecologically correct home in Culpeper, Va., where the retired spymaster was raising goats, eating yogurt and preaching the values of peace and environmentalism. He received them pleasantly but conceded nothing. "I was outclassed," Eric remembers. "This was a world-class intelligence." They also found Lashbrook, at his vine-covered stucco house in Ojai, Calif., where they watched him twitch in his seat as he told his version of what happened in room 1018A -- that he was awakened by a crash, saw a broken window and an empty bed and concluded that Frank Olson had jumped to his death.

From these encounters, Eric realized that he was up against a brotherhood of silence and that his father had once belonged to it. It was, as one former Detrick employee called it, "a community of saints" dedicated to using the most fearful and secret science to defend the republic.

Frank Olson's specialty, it turned out, had been the development of aerosols for the delivery of anthrax. With the discovery in the 1950's that the North Koreans were brainwashing American prisoners, the Special Operations Division at Detrick became the center for the development of drugs for use in brainwashing and interrogation. LSD emerged as one of the interrogation drugs of choice. Alice Olson never knew exactly what her husband was doing -- he was, in fact, working for the C.I.A. by this time -- but she did know that whenever his lab tested chemical or biological compounds on monkeys and the monkeys died, her husband would bring a testy silence home.

One mystery -- entry and exit stamps in Frank Olson's passport, indicating that he had been to Sweden, Germany and Britain in the summer of 1953 -- seemed to offer a crucial clue to his state of mind in the months before his death. Through Gordon Thomas, a British journalist and author of numerous books on intelligence matters, Eric learned that during a trip to London his father had apparently confided in William Sargant, a consultant psychiatrist who advised British intelligence on brainwashing techniques.

According to Thomas, who was a lifelong friend of Sargant's, Olson told Sargant that he had visited secret joint American-British testing and research installations near Frankfurt. Thomas's hypothesis is that the C.I.A. was testing interrogation and truth serums there -- not on monkeys but on human subjects, "expendables," captured Russian agents and ex-Nazis. Thomas says that Olson confessed to Sargant that he had witnessed something terrible, possibly "a terminal experiment" on one or more of the expendables. Sargant heard Olson out and then reported to British intelligence that the young American scientist's misgivings were making him a security risk. He recommended that Olson be denied further access to Porton Down, the British chemical-weapons research establishment.
There is a certain naivete at work here, or else Ignatieff is deliberately misdirecting analysis of the facts. Yes, it is chilling that American and British authorities were doing human testing at secret sites on "expendables," i.e. persons outside the protection of law, but it is not surprising. This is what happens when somebody loses a war and must depend on the mercy of the victor. But it is no different than the C.I.A. "black sites" and Guantanamo prison in the present 21st century warscape. What is illogical is to think that research into truth serums would lead to "possibly ''a terminal experiment' on one or more of the expendables," when the chief protagonist in this story is a scientist who works on the aerosol delivery of anthrax---i.e. its weaponizing.) I'm sure Sidney Gottlieb tried to weaponize LSD too, but it wasn't in the nature of the compound. The drug was useful, as perhaps with Olson, to get beneath a person's veneer of conformity, even below "the lies one tells oneself," which are imperceptible as deceits told to others because they exist as truths, except at some unconscious level of the soul.
Frank Olson would never have achieved his position as a C.I.A. researcher at Fort Detrick had he ever displayed any scruples as to the nature of his work previously, which, let's face it---was the development of weapons of mass destruction. I'm sure those who exist inside this little paradigm have their stories which they use as justifications---something akin to "peacekeeping missile" that rhymes with "life-giving anthrax," maybe even a Bible verse or two. People like myself, outside this closed construct, can view anyone working with poisonous biological agents as insane, but then, it is hinted, we don't know what we don't know. The military-intelligence maw has grown so structurally self-generating that even the wives and children of those so employed are caught up within a field of disease. Their children all attend private company schools and are raised only with one another. I saw an ad recently in the Washington Post for a lifecare community in the suburbs somewhere outside the district---with retirement homes, assisted living facilities, and a nursing home ---which was only open to military and agency retirees and their families. After decades working toward enfranchising blacks, women and others into a more  level American society, most of us now find ourselves back at cracker and nigger, with Massa Homeland Security in the big house with the rich folk.
A document Eric later saw from his father's personnel file confirmed that doubts had been raised about Olson's security clearance before his death, possibly because of Sargant's warning. Alice Olson, who knew nothing about the nature of his visit, did recall that when he returned from Europe that summer, Frank was unusually withdrawn.

Olson, a scientist by training, would have known that he was working for a government that had put Nazi scientists on trial at Nuremberg for immoral experiments on human beings. Now, in the late summer of 1953, his son says he believes, a naïve American patriot faced up to the possibility that his own government was doing the same thing. If the C.I.A. was in fact experimenting with ''expendables'' in Germany, and if Olson knew about it, Eric reasoned, then it would not be enough to hospitalize him, discredit him with lies about his mental condition and allow him to slip back into civilian life. It would be better to get rid of him altogether but make it look like suicide. This was the truth, Eric came to believe, that lay hidden in the collage of the Colby documents.
"Olson, a scientist by training, would have known that he was working for a government that had put Nazi scientists on trial at Nuremberg for immoral experiments on human beings."
Here Ignatieff is feeding us Jewish rhetoric and pablum. Before there was "Artichoke" and "Bluebird," let alone MK-ULTRA, there was Operation Paperclip, the C.I.A. sponsored mass migration of the secret scientific and intelligence apparatus of Nazi Germany into the United States. Do you think they vetted the innocent from the guilty, or the useful from the expendable? The Nuremberg Tribunal (not "trial," which has a higher standard for proving fact) was the minimum necessary to construct a synthetic reality (Although the movie was terrific, Judy Garland and .Marlene Dietrich especially, which is all the public really cares about anyway.)
Eric Olson is spot on about a motive for an agency decision to eliminate his father, but even the head of the C.I.A. can be involuntarily terminated with finality if it were in the interests of the company---for instance, when facing a Congressional subpoena during some especially dicey period. Scientists at Fort Detrick have one of the highest premature death rates of any occupation in the world, but the hazard isn't biological---it's political.
If Eric is right, slipping LSD into Olson's Cointreau was not an experiment that went wrong: it was designed to get him to talk while hallucinating. The trip to New York was not to manage and contain his incipient psychosis. It was intended to assess what kind of risk he posed and then eliminate him if necessary. Housing a possibly deranged and desperate man in a hotel room high above Seventh Avenue was not a regrettable error of judgment. It was the prelude to murder. If Frank Olson had realized this, his son could now read his father's last words ("Just let me disappear") as a cry for help.
No. "Just let me disappear," is the cry of, "let me go ghost," or "let me go to castaway island with the thousands of others." (I'm convinced Michael Jackson has been living under a full burka in an upscale neighborhood of Dubai these past few years.)
In 1997, after the C.I.A. inadvertently declassified an assassination manual dating from late 1953, Eric Olson was able to read the following: ''The most efficient accident, in simple assassination, is a fall of 75 feet or more onto a hard surface. Elevator shafts, stairwells, unscreened windows and bridges will serve. . . . The act may be executed by sudden, vigorous [excised] of the ankles, tipping the subject over the edge." The manual went on to recommend a blow to the temple to stun the subject first: "In chase cases it will usually be necessary to stun or drug the subject before dropping him."
The designation "simple assassination" presupposes other, more complex kinds---like the ritualistic, occult, or those fraught with a message, or meaning to those able to decode it. Any first-degree murder, where the time has been established in advanced, takes on occult power.
Reading this passage at the kitchen table in Frederick, Eric realized that the word he had been looking for all his life was not "fallen" or "jumped" but "dropped." It was, he recalled, one of the few moments when, after nearly 50 years, he actually experienced his father's death, when the truth he had been seeking finally took hold of him.

In allowing the Olson family to receive the ultimate sacrament of American healing -- a formal apology from the president in the Oval Office -- the C.I.A. tacitly acknowledged that it had committed a sin against the order that holds citizens in allegiance to their government. Now, it seemed to Eric Olson, that apology had been a cynical lie. It enabled the C.I.A. to hide, forever, a perfect murder.
No one forced the Olson family to accept a sum of money in lieu of filing a civil case, where they might take a financial gamble, but where they also could be responsible for uncovering, at least partially, the systemic abuses inherent in a sunless region that grows darker every decade. But like the King and the Kennedy murders, nobody ever goes to trial. The CIA and the executive branch originally did award $1.25 million to the Olsons, but criticism of the award  as excessive by Congressmen had it lowered to $750,000.
It is one thing to believe in a truth as painful as this. It is another to prove it. In 1994, Eric had his father's casket raised from the ground. At the funeral in 1953, the coffin was shut because the family had been told that the body was broken up and that there were extensive cuts and lacerations to the face caused by the fall through the glass. In fact, the body had been embalmed, and it was in nearly perfect condition.

Eric stared down at a face he had last seen 41 years before. There were no lacerations consistent with damage by glass. On further examination, the forensic team, led by James Starrs of George Washington University, discovered a blow to Olson's temple, on the left side, which caused a fist-size bleed under the otherwise unbroken skin. It could not have occurred, the pathologists agreed, after he went out the window because the velocity of his descent would have caused more extensive trauma. While one team member thought it could have occurred as the head hit the window frame on the way out, Starrs and the others were certain it had been inflicted before that. The conclusion that both Starrs and Eric drew was that someone had knocked Olson out, either while he slept or after a struggle, and then thrown him out the window.

Since the autopsy, Eric has pursued leads to find out who actually carried out "the wet work" on his father. H.P. Albarelli, a writer-researcher with contacts among retired C.I.A. agents in Florida, has found agents who say they know the identity of the men who went into Room 1018A that night in November 1953, supposedly to tip Olson through the window. They were not C.I.A. men, they say, but contract killers associated with the Trafficante mob family hired by the C.I.A. But none of the retired C.I.A. agents, men now in their 70's and 80's, are about to come forward unless they are released from their confidentiality agreements with the agency.
The term "wet work" is used exclusively as insider slang within the intelligence community; while the mob, I believe, generally uses the term "whacked" [but also clip, hit, pop, burn, or "put a contract out."] I think it is much less damaging to innocent American sensibilities for plebeians to imagine the C.I.A. has had, on occasion, been forced to eliminate or dispose of one of their own members---a rogue agent who goes over to the other side, for instance, or even those retired agents in Florida who dare not break their vow of omerta--excuse me, make that "confidentiality agreements" on pain of---what? Is an eighty-year-old afraid of losing his pension?
In the case of an agent whose mental, spiritual, or psychic allegiance to the hierarchy of secrets becomes an organizational threat, it also makes perfect sense to whack the s.o.b. What is not acceptable to American thought or moral pretension, however, is that the C.I.A. or the F.B.I. would "contract" out their dirty work to the Trafficante mob family. The incestuousness this implies is startling in the extreme. By extension, it would mean that the C.I.A. and the F.B.I. really function as the enforcers of old John D. Rockefeller's maxim, "to hell with competition," as it applies to enormously profitable crimes such as the illicit drug market and gambling. I suspect this is the case, and has been since Prohibition
In 1996, Olson approached Manhattan's district attorney, Robert Morgenthau, to see if his office would open a new investigation into the Olson case. Stephen Saracco and Daniel Bibb of Morgenthau's "cold case" unit have deposed Lashbrook in Ojai; they have followed up a few of the hundreds of leads that Eric Olson besieges them with almost daily. But the Manhattan D.A., while probably agreeable to immunity for Albarelli's sources in Florida, has not pursued the confidentiality releases. If you talk to Saracco and Bibb in the Italian restaurant in lower Manhattan where they hang out after-hours, you get the impression that they don't think there's a case to send to a grand jury. If you ask them why they don't go down to Florida to talk to Albarelli's jealously guarded sources, they look at you as if to say, "How do you know these people exist?"

If there isn't enough for the Manhattan D.A. to take to a jury, Eric and his lawyer, Harry Huge, will have to bring a civil suit of their own, claiming that the C.I.A. lied in 1976 when it secured the family's agreement to waive further legal proceedings. Eric says he knows the truth, but it is not the ''smoking gun'' kind of forensic truth that will force the agency to go to court and be put through the discovery process. And if you lack provable truth, you do not get justice. Without justice, there is no accountability, and without accountability there is no healing, no resolution.

Last autumn, after nearly 25 years of our lives going in different directions, I went to see Eric in Frederick. The family home, a ranch house, is in a decayed state of suspended animation -- seemingly the same carpets, same couches, same dusty jar of Vaseline in the bathroom cabinet that were there the night Frank Olson died. Living there is worst at Thanksgiving, the time of his death.

Eric has taken a break from his work on the collage method, and the huge books of patients' collages now lie shut up in storage nearby. The house is full of drafts of books on collage, as well as books about his father's story that remain unfinished because the story itself lacks an ending. Eric lives on foundation grants, book advances and some help from his brother and others. He spends his days hounding journalists, the Manhattan D.A., anyone who will listen, with a steady stream of calls and e-mail messages from an office just feet away from the same living room, the same chair, the very spot where he was told by Ruwet that his father had "fallen or jumped." That he is convinced that the word was neither "fallen" nor "jumped," but "dropped," does not heal. Indeed, his story makes you wonder about that noble phrase "The truth shall make you free." As it happens, that phrase is inscribed in the entry hall of the C.I.A.'s headquarters.
Well it's not meant to be taken literally Ignatieff! Do you think they'd give away agency secrets inlaid on the marble lobby floor? Victor Ostrovsky in his book 2 alleges the "former" motto of Israel's secret intelligence service, the Mossad was "be-tahbūlōt ta`aseh lekhā milkhamāh," or in Hebrew: בתחבולות תעשה לך מלחמה, which intends an English meaning of "By Way of Deception, Thou Shalt Do War." Michael Ignatieff could be reminded of the genesis of that saying, from Proverbs 24:6, which in the King James 2000 Bible translates as "For by wise counsel you shall wage your war: and in a multitude of counselors there is safety." 
Eric knows that to charge the most secretive agency of American government with murder is to incur the suspicion that you have become deranged by anger, grief, paranoia, greed or a combination of all four. "Eric is crazy, Eric is obsessed," he says, mimicking his accusers. "Fine. I agree." A maniacal cackle. "But it's not the point. The point is" -- and here his eyes go flat and cold and relentless -- what happened in the damned room."

This article was published in the New York Times Magazine five months and ten days before the epochal event of September 11th, 2001. Eric Olson's feeling isolated from the dominant American paradigm of law and order, with the fear he is judged as crazy for standing in opposition to a failure of justice, was appropriate to the fall of 2000, but that certainly isn't true today.

Just before I left, we went to the graves of his mother, sister and brother-in-law and their child, the place where he wants his father to be buried. When I asked him when the reburial will happen, he paused to think. "When we know what to say," he said finally, looking down at the spare piece of grass beside his mother's grave. "When it is over. When we can do it right."

It takes me a while after I leave Eric to grasp one salient fact that may make resolution difficult. For seven years, his father's bones have lain in a filing cabinet in James Starrs's office. Only the bones -- and not all of them -- remain intact. To get at the truth of what happened to Frank Olson, the pathologists had to rip the skin off his limbs and tear his body apart, macerate it and send it in chunks to various labs for analysis. In the search for truth, Eric had to tear his father's body limb from limb.

The fact is, it will never be possible to bury all of Frank Olson again. Now I understand why, when I asked Eric what he had learned from his 25-year ordeal, he told me that no one should ever dig up his father's body. Now I know why my friend's wild laugh is so full of pain.

Photos: Eric Olson still lives in the family's ranch house.; Far left: The hotel where Eric (above with his father) says his father had neither "jumped" nor "fallen" from a 10th-floor window but was "dropped." Left: The summer before his death in 1953, Frank Olson may have visited secret research and testing facilities in Germany.; Clockwise from top: In July 1975, Frank Olson's family received an apology for his death from President Ford. One of the children scribbled on their father's obituary from the local paper. A family photo (Eric is the Scout) taken not long before Olson's death. (Taryn Simon from left: U.P.I.-Bettmann/Corbis; Eric Olson (2).

I'll append a final comment down here at the end of Ignatieff's article, which I must say, moved me a great deal when I first read it, especially, since I had only glanced at the author's name and assumed I was reading a piece by Michael Isikoff, but he's a different kettle of fish.

From the June 26, 2006, Baltimore Sun, Making, fighting diseases of terror, by Douglas Birch:

Biologists at Fort Detrick's newest biodefense center may be asked to make some of the world's deadliest microbes even more dangerous than they already are. One of the biologists' jobs, according to chief scientist Bernard Courtney, will be to create pathogens to match strains that terrorists are clandestinely producing and then develop vaccines and drugs to combat them. But some arms control specialists worry that the National Biodefense Analysis and Countermeasures Center - now operating out of borrowed lab space at the Frederick base and elsewhere - might develop new vaccine-resistant or lethal microbes without solid evidence of a terrorist plot to unleash similar bugs.
The assertion that terrorists are clandestinely developing deadly strains of microbes puts me in mind of the scene in Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11, where the Taliban are exercising their terrorist skills by traversing an overhead monkey bar. We now have Ebola to deal with, and I'll take LSD over anthrax any day.

1 December 8, 2012, Baltimore Sun, Six decades later, sons seek answers on death of Detrick scientist, by Matthew Hay Brown, The Baltimore Sun,

Frank Olson had joined the Special Operations Division of the Army's Biological Laboratory at Fort Detrick at its inception in 1950. He was issued a Q clearance, the civilian equivalent of the military's top secret clearance, and worked with the CIA on MK-ULTRA.

As part of that work, he traveled in 1953 to Britain, France and West Germany. At the secret British military research center at Porton Down, the sons say, Olson witnessed "extreme interrogations" in which "the CIA committed murder" using biological agents Olson had developed.

They say a psychiatrist there, William Sargent, grew concerned that Olson "had serious misgivings related to those murders and might therefore pose a security risk," and so recommended to his superiors that Olson no longer be granted access to classified research facilities in Britain.

2By Way of Deception: The Making and Unmaking of a Mossad Officer, [1] by Victor Ostrovsky,

October 1, 1990, People Magazine, Vol. 34, No. 13, As Israel Tries to Smother His Book, a Former Mossad Spy Spills Some Dark Secrets of That Shadowy Service, by Ken Gross,

October 18, 1971, The Washington Post, The FBI Bungles Hijacking; Transcript's Tale: Pilot's Plea Ignored, 3 Die, by George Lardner Jr.,

September 30, 2006, Shelbyville Times-Gazette, Anniversary of a hijacking, by Clint Confehr, diigo,
October 11, 2014,, America's counter-terrorism lie: Waging war with secret rules, hypocrisy and worse,

The dead dogs of Jonestown, Guyana, South America, once home to Jim Jones' Peoples Temple and the scene of a horrific mass slaughter of American citizens on November 18, 1978, when reputedly, over 900 people, with their full knowledge and consent, drank a fatal mixture of cyanide and grape drink out of paper Dixie Cups, with mothers first feeding the poison to their babies and toddlers before downing it themselves. But what would account for the presence of the community's pet dogs lying dead among their master's corpses? Not in just one case, but in at least three that we see documented in these photographs. Did adults pour or inject the bitter brew into the animal's mouths as well their children's?

Or is it more likely that all of these deaths, both human and canine, resulted from a sudden, unanticipated, and indiscriminate gas attack using aerosolized cyanide or some other poison compound?

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

The Federal Bureau of Method Acting

October 13, 2014, New York Times, Some Captured Terrorists Talk Willingly and Proudly, Investigators Say, by Benjamin Weiser,

When Osama bin Laden's son-in-law, who encouraged jihad against the United States, was arrested and flown from Jordan to this country last year, it might have seemed unlikely that he would be willing to say much. But whatever reticence he might have had was quickly lost.

"I am willing to tell you anything, and will not hold back," he said. He soon waived his Miranda rights, according to an F.B.I. summary of his interrogation. He also said, "You will hear things of Al Qaeda that you never imagined."

The defendant, Sulaiman Abu Ghaith, who was sentenced to life in prison last month, offered a trove of information, some of which was later used against him in court.

And he was far from alone.

In the annals of crime, one time-honored tradition is the oath, spoken or not, of not cooperating with law enforcement. The Mafia has omerta; the slogan "Stop Snitchin' " has appeared on murals and T- shirts; and pop culture has its own references. In "Goodfellas," the character played by Robert De Niro advised that the two greatest lessons in life were to "never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut."

Those maxims can apply even in the lowest-level crimes. "The young kid on the street who's busted for snatching a chain knows enough not to talk to the cops," Ronald L. Kuby, a defense lawyer, said.

But time and time again, terrorists break that mold. Faisal Shahzad, the Pakistani immigrant who tried to detonate a car bomb in Times Square in 2010, spent two weeks being questioned about "sensitive national security and law enforcement matters," after waiving his right to a lawyer and a speedy court appearance, the government said. He later pleaded guilty and was sentenced to life in prison.

Some defendants in the civilian court system cite the specter of the government's methods of torture, like waterboarding, at secret C.I.A. sites, for the extraction of information.

Nazih Abdul-Hamed al-Ruqai, an alleged Libyan Qaeda operative who was captured last year in Tripoli, waived his rights and gave an incriminating statement while being questioned by the Federal Bureau of Investigation, prosecutors have said.

He has pleaded not guilty and moved to suppress his statement on the grounds that it followed "countless hours of abusive interrogation" by the C.I.A. that left him confused, afraid and vulnerable to being pressured into waiving his rights, his lawyer wrote in a court filing.

"I was convinced that I would end up in one of C.I.A.'s black site torture prisons," Mr. Ruqai, whose nom de guerre is Abu Anas al-Libi, said in a separate filing. By the time he spoke to the F.B.I., he said, his ability to make a voluntary decision about whether to speak "was long since gone."

Prosecutors say that Mr. Ruqai's statement was made only after he "knowingly and voluntarily waived his Miranda rights." A judge is holding a hearing on the matter on Wednesday.

Mansour J. Arbabsiar, an Iranian-American charged in 2011 in a plot to kill the Saudi ambassador in Washington, confessed and provided "extremely valuable intelligence" on Iran's role, prosecutors have said. He pleaded guilty before a judge could rule on his suppression motion, which argued that his statements had been the product of mental illness.

That illness, his lawyer, Sabrina Shroff, recalled, "led him to believe that he could convince the agents to see things his way and that would show his innocence." He is now serving a 25-year sentence.

Terrorism defendants speak willingly for a variety of reasons, according to defense lawyers and former prosecutors.

"They want to boast, particularly if they have ever done something to harm 'the infidel,' " said David Raskin, a former chief of the terrorism unit in the United States attorney's office in Manhattan. "But just being an enemy of the United States is something they're very proud of and anxious to talk about."

Linda Moreno, a terrorism defense lawyer, said: "I think it's cultural in part. They're not raised in this system, and they don't grow up with the holy notion that you have the right to remain silent ingrained in their psyche."

Mr. Abu Ghaith's case and some of the other terrorism cases appear to underscore what defenders of civilian courts have long argued: that traditional law enforcement techniques are effective at extracting information from suspects in international terrorism cases.

In the 1998 bombings of the United States Embassies in Kenya and Tanzania, which killed 224 people, three Qaeda operatives who were arrested gave lengthy statements; they identified people in photographs and discussed their associates with the F.B.I. and other authorities.

Not everything that they said was true, and many of their statements were self-serving, said Daniel J. Coleman, a retired F.B.I. agent who participated in the Bin Laden investigation. "But they did manage to say enough to get themselves into a great deal of trouble," he added. All three men are now serving life sentences.

In Mr. Abu Ghaith's case, an F.B.I. agent and a deputy United States marshal flying with him from Jordan on a Gulfstream V aircraft, first asked him through an interpreter whether he was aware of any plots against the United States or any other country. He said no.

He was then, according to the interrogation summary, advised of his rights and nodded as they were explained to him to indicate that he understood.

He then waived his rights and did not ask for a lawyer to be present, the summary said.

I have no problem with telling my story and answering your questions if you're an investigator," he is quoted as saying. He was offered food and water, and breaks to pray, use the bathroom and stretch his legs, the

document says. A judge found that Mr. Abu Ghaith had been treated humanely and his statements were ruled admissible.

The decision to prosecute Mr. Abu Ghaith in the civilian system drew criticism from Senator Lindsey Graham, Republican of South Carolina, who said he should have been held as an enemy combatant and interrogated for intelligence purposes.

Although the summary of Mr. Abu Ghaith's interrogation ran 21 pages, "it should have been a 200-page statement, taken over weeks or months,"

Senator Graham said in March after Mr. Abu Ghaith's conviction. "We lost an opportunity here with this guy."

Since the Sept. 11 terror attacks, the debate over how best to gain intelligence from hardened terrorists has intensified. Much has been made of the advantages of the military system, where Miranda warnings are not administered and coercive techniques have been used. Preet Bharara, the United States attorney for the Southern District of New York, whose office has successfully prosecuted a string of international terrorism cases, including Mr. Abu Ghaith's, said in an interview over the summer that law enforcement's success in obtaining information from suspects could not be discounted.

"It is counterintuitive - and I understand that," Mr. Bharara said, "that people one morning want to do everything they can to kill everyone who looks like an American, and destroy cities, and in some cases, prepare to engage in suicide missions or help others engage in suicide missions, and then the next afternoon, when caught, snitch on their plans, snitch on their colleagues, snitch on intelligence that otherwise would have been unavailable to the very same people that they were dedicated to killing."

"However, it is true; it happens all the time," he said, adding that a willingness to talk was "something that should be considered a little bit more by people who fight really hard in these debates."

The phenomenon of international terrorists' providing information goes back at least to 1995, when Ramzi Ahmed Yousef, who orchestrated the 1993 bombing of the World Trade Center, spent six hours answering questions as he was flown to the United States from Pakistan. On the last leg of his journey, as a helicopter carried him along the East River and an F.B.I. official pointed at the twin towers and observed that they were still standing, Mr. Yousef famously replied, "They wouldn't be, if I had had enough money and explosives."

Ali H. Soufan, another former F.B.I. agent, said that in his experience, the "higher the operatives are in the pyramid of the terrorist organization, the easier it is to talk to them."

Many terrorists "feel what they are doing is an extension of their jihad, is part of their cause," he said. "They are willing to die for it, so if given the right opportunity, they are not going to deny it."

Mr. Soufan said there was no "cookie cutter" approach to terrorism interrogations.

"What works on one subject does not necessarily work on the other," he said. "But if you know how to do it and you know what buttons to push, intellectually and mentally, these guys will talk."

"Sometimes, the problem is in shutting them up," he added.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Who Killed Karen Silkwood? Books & Magazine Articles

Karen Silkwood - Who Killed Karen Silkwood Union Activist for Environmental Safety, eBay, $7.50

April 9, 1949, Saturday Evening Post, The Big Boom from Oklahoma, by Marquis W. Childs,

July 30, 1956, Time Magazine, Uranium: Boom with a Bang, [In Time's archive as: Uranium: Bloom with a Bang, ]

March 1959, Fortune, Senator Bob Kerr: The Oklahoma Gusher, by Daniel Seligman,

March 18, 1968, BusinessWeek, Kerr-McGee: Lock on Uranium Future,

March 27 1975, Issue 183, Rolling Stone, The Nuclear Industry's Terrible Power and How It Silenced Karen Silkwood, by Howard Kohn,

April 1975, Ms. Magazine, Case of Karen Silkwood, by B. J. Philips,

January 13, 1977, Issue 230,  Rolling Stone Magazine,  Karen Silkwood Case, by Howard Kohn

May 1975, Texas Monthly, This Man Loves Car Wrecks More Than Anyone in the World, by Gregory Curtis,

September 5, 1975, New York Magazine, The Capital Letter: Why Rockefeller Tried To Cover Up the CIA Probe, by Tad Szulc,

October 14, 1975, N.O.W.; C.C.I., Letter to Hon. Richard S. Schweiker, from Amos E. Heacock, 64 pages,

October 1976, Nashville!, Why Was Srouji Fired?, by Ken Brannon,

November 1976, Nashville!, Was Jacque Srouji Really a Spy for the FBI?, by Ken Brannon,

January 13 1977, Issue 230, Rolling Stone Magazine, Karen Silkwood,

October 20, 1977, Issue 250, Rolling Stone, Cover: The Sex Pistols Karen Silkwood Part 4; CIA and the Press, by Carl Bernstein,

October 20, 1977, Issue 250, Rolling Stone, The CIA and the Media, by Carl Bernstein,
How Americas Most Powerful News Media Worked Hand in Glove with the Central Intelligence Agency and Why the Church Committee Covered It Up,

October 26, 1977, JTA, Article Claiming Israel Stole Uranium Described As Baseless,

December 1, 1977, Issue 253, Rolling Stone Magazine, How Israel got the nuclear bomb, by Howard Kohn and Barbara Newman,

June 1978, Mother Jones Magazine, page 25, What So-Called Music Magazine Blew the Lid Off Israel's Stolen Atomic Bomb?

Wheeling and Dealing, by Bobby Baker, [New York: W.W. Norton and Company, 1978]

March 1979, Environmental Policy Institute, Plutonium and the Workplace, by Kitty Tucker and Eleanor Walters,

March 8, 1979, Issue 286, Rolling Stone, Ted Nugent Cover, Karen Silkwood,

May 17, 1979, Issue 291, Rolling Stone, Cover; The Bee Gees,, Karen Silkwood & Three Mile Island,

May 26, 1979, Economist, page 57, Nuclear Safety: The Cost of Karen Silkwood,

July 26, 1979, Issue 296, Rolling Stone, Cover; Carly Simon, Karen Silkwood,

November 1979, Vol. 251, No. 8, Saturday Evening Post, pages 14-35, 119. Truth about Karen Silkwood, [Title taken from cover]

[alternate title: Karen Silkwood Without Tears, Part I, by Nick Thimmesch, as indexed in Myths and Mysteries of Oklahoma: True Stories of the Unsolved and Unexplained, by Robert L. Dorman]

December 1979, Vol. 251, No. 9. Saturday Evening Post, pages 26-35, 83, Karen Silkwood Without Tears, Part II, by Nick Thimmesch,

November 1980, The Washingtonian, Who Killed JFK?

The Age of Surveillance: The Aims and Methods of America's Political Intelligence System, by Frank Conner, [New York: Vintage Books, 1981]
December 1983, Penthouse, No One Killed Karen Silkwood, by William Tucker,

February 20 1984, People Magazine, Cover John's Last Songs; Karen Silkwood,

Spring 1984, Vol. V, No. 2, D.O.J., F.O.I.A. Update, 16 pages,

June 1986, Coverups!, No. 26, 8 pages, by Gary Mack,

October 1986, Coverups!, No. 27, 8 pages, by Gary Mack,

December 12, 1986, Affidavit of Daniel P. Sheehan,

1992, Issue 632, Rolling Stone, Malignant Giant, by Howard Kohn,
Spring, 1992, Back Channels, Vol. 1, No. 3, 28 pages, edited by Peter Kross,

April 6, 1992, The Nation, pages 453-455, Books & the Arts, The Tie That Binds, by Nora Ephron,

n.d. [ca. 1995?] Premier Issue, Prevailing Winds Magazine,

Sept.-Oct., 1998, Probe Magazine, Vol. 5, No. 6, 32 pages, Journalism's 'Valley of Death', by Lisa Pease,

The Killing of Karen Silkwood, 2nd ed., by Richard Rashke, [Ithaca, N.Y.: Cornell University Press, 2000]

Fall, 2002, Clinical Law Review, Making the Narrative Move; Observations Based Upon Reading Gerry Spence's Closing Argument in The Estate of Karen Silkwood v. Kerr-McGee, Inc.

October 5, 2011, Killing Our Own: The Disaster of America's Experience with Atomic Radiation, by Harvey Wasserman & Norman Solomon [New York: A Delta Book 1982]

December 15, 2011, American Communist History, 10:3, 205-227, DOI:, Goldberg and Hoover: How Two Disparate Washington Insiders Resolved a McCarthy-Era Problem to Mutual (and the Nation's) Advantage, by Robert M. Lichtman,

January 15, 2014, BusinessWeek, Anadarko Petroleum Corp. Claims $14.5 Billion Judgment Against Kerr-McGee Corp,

April 3, 2014, BusinessWeek, United States Announces $5.15 Billion Settlement of Litigation against Kerr-McGee Corporation and Anadarko Petroleum Corp. to Remedy Fraudulent Conveyance Designed to Evade Environmental Liabilities,

May 29 2014, BusinessWeek, Kerr-McGee Unit to Pay $5.2 Billion,

[n.d.] "Original" press photo from 2013, [family handout?] featuring Karen G. Silkwood, who died in a car crash Nov. 13 in Oklahoma, is for use with news stories concerning the circumstances of her death and related material. On Nov. 18, a high-ranking union official said that the death of Miss Silkwood, who had raised safety questions about a commercial plutonium factory in the U.S., might not have been an accident. The official called on the A.E.C. and Justice Department for an investigation. . Photo is 10 ½ x 8 ½ in size.

Who Killed Karen Silkwood, by Howard Kohn, 1981,
Publication Details: Summit Books , New York (1981)
ISBN 10: 0671436546
ISBN 13: 9780671436544
Edition: First Edition
Binding: Trade Paperback
Pages: 462

YEAR that the movie was released:----1983
YEAR of this ORIGINAL theatre poster:----1983
This poster is one-sheet 27x41 inches.
This is the original 31 year old poster for this movie and it is NOT a video poster or a reprint.----This theatre used poster is in very good condition because of a slight paper loss at the tip of each of the 4 corners... and it is folded as most were in that era.----(NOTE: see the poster conditon bar below for more help on the condition)

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Nixon, industry metals deal told,

Remarkably, the Bakersfield Californian is the sole source online for this important UPI article:

April 15, 1976, UPI - The Bakersfield Californian, page 48, Nixon, industry metals deal told,

WASHINGTON (UPI) -- Columnist Jack Anderson reported today that during 1973 President Richard Nixon pressured the General Services Administration to sell off strategic metals to industrial allies of the Nixon White House.

In his syndicated column, Anderson said the official Nixon administration explanation was that the strategic stockpile was no longer needed for the nation's security. But Anderson said his investigation shows the real motive was to reward friends in the metals industry.

Acting on Nixon's orders, the GSA sold more than $3 billion worth of the metals to industrial giants such as Alcoa, Bethlehem Steel, Englehardt Industries, General Electric, Kaiser, Reynolds Metals, U.S.Steel and Westinghouse, Anderson reported.

He said the National Security Council has studied the situation to see if the stockpile needs to be replenished in light of the sales, Anderson said that, though incomplete, the NSC study recommends that stockpile levels be increased for certain critical materials.

Anderson said some of the metals were sold at "bargain basement" prices, and must now be purchased back by the government at "premium" prices.

Anderson said "witnesses" have told him that Nixon aides called former GSA chief Arthur Sampson and pressured him to sell the stockpiled metals to White House friends. But he said Sampson has denied receiving any pressure from the Nixon White House on this matter.

I tried putting various sentences in quotation marks into Google and finally got one hit to return, which contains the first three paragraphs:

April 15, 1976, UPI - Corona Daily Independent, [Corona, California] Charge Nixon's friends got strategic supplies,

The following is how capitalism in a democracy really works:

May 1, 1976, San Antonio Express [TX] page 18, Editorial, Chrome ore goes political and part of a puzzling policy,

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Vieux Carré Commission Evaluation: 141 Chartres St. (604 Iberville)

141 Chartres St. (604 Iberville)
Square: 33 Lot Number: 11186-A

Vieux Carré Commission Evaluation:

[Pink. One in a row of three, 3-bay, 3-story brick commercial buildings, no later than 1848. A January, 1849 act of sale cites "A certain three-story brick building."] [N.B: Squares in the 100 block of the French Quarter (those that front Canal Street and back on Iberville Street) are not part of the original Vieux Carré and have never been evaluated by the Vieux Carré Commission. Rather, their historical status is the domain of another city agency, the Historic District Landmarks Commission (HDLC). The c. 1965, color-coded architectural evaluation square maps for these squares found in the VCS binders were most likely executed by architect Sam Wilson, but they are obviously not official, as the HDLC was not even in existence then. The official color ratings given here have been taken from the HDLC's current maps.]
Pink Portion of Building: Main Material: Masonry
• Note: HDLC: Red
Dimensions (Dimensions run CCW)
Frontage: 21' 10" 0'''
Side 2: 57' 2" 0'''
Side 3: 21' 10" 0'''
Side 4: 57' 2" 0'''

Title: Sanborn's Insurance Maps
Date: April 1876
Negative Number: N-1279
Courtesy of: Special Collections Division, Tulane University Libraries. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Sanborn
Provenance: Howard-Tilton Library (Tulane University)

Title: Sanborn's Insurance Maps
Date: April 1876
Negative Detail Number: N-1279D33
Courtesy of: Special Collections Division, Tulane University Libraries. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Sanborn
Provenance: Howard-Tilton Library (Tulane University)

Title: Sanborn's Insurance Maps
Date: 1896
Negative Number: N-2387
Courtesy of: Special Collections Division, Tulane University Libraries. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Sanborn
Provenance: Howard-Tilton Library (Tulane University)

Title: Squares 33 & 34 (survey)
Date: 04/03/1813
Negative Number: N-1408
Courtesy of: The Historic New Orleans Collection has been unable to identify or contact the current copyright owner. Publication may be restricted.
Provenance: Original map collection of Samuel Wilson, Jr.,

Title: Luisiana, 1792. Ciudad de N. Orleans (Squares 33 & 34)
Date: 1792
Negative Number: N-612
Courtesy of: Clerk of Civil District Court, Notarial Archives Division, New Orleans LA. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Carlos Trudeau - City Surveyor
Provenance: Annexed to Notarial Act of Theodore Seghers, N.P., June 3, 1826, Vol. 1/146,

Title: Squares 31, 32, 33, & 34 (survey)
Date: 11/23/1805
Negative Number: N-564
Courtesy of: Clerk of Civil District Court, Notarial Archives Division, New Orleans LA. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Barthelemy Lafon - Deputy Surveyor
Provenance: Annexed to Notarial Act of Michel de Armas, N.P., August 7, 1819, Vol. 18/6,

Title: Plan of the ground ceded to the city corporation for Exchange Place (Squares 33 & 34)
Date: 10/03/1831
Negative Number: N-769
Courtesy of: Clerk of Civil District Court, Notarial Archives Division, New Orleans LA. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Joseph Pilié - City Surveyor
Provenance: Annexed to Notarial Act of Felix de Armas, N.P., Nov. 3, 1831, Vol. 34/728,

Title: DPM Square 33 square map w/lot numbers
Negative Number: 2-033-001
Courtesy of: City of New Orleans. Publication may be restricted.
Provenance: City Hall Department of Property Management,

Title: VCS Square 33 architectural ratings color-coded square map
Date: 11/18/1965
Negative Number: 2-033-002
Courtesy of: The Historic New Orleans Collection. Publication may be restricted.
Provenance: Vieux Carré Survey,

Title: 'Plano figurativo de la posesion da da al Soguero Eilias Winters de un terreno de 100 pies de frente con 600 pies de profundidad' (Squares 31, 32 & 33)
Date: 07/23/1791
Negative Number: N-794
Courtesy of: The Historic New Orleans Collection has been unable to identify or contact the current copyright owner. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Carlos Trudeau - (original) surveyor
Provenance: Copy of July 23, 1791 plan by Carlos Trudeau; in collection Samuel Wilson, Jr. [original in Spanish Archives?]

Title: Map of New Orleans (Squares 33-41 & 62-66)
Date: [between 1859 and 1875?]
Negative Number: N-2264
Courtesy of: Louisiana Division/City Archives & Special Collections, New Orleans Public Library. Publication may be restricted.
Provenance: Original map (MaM 000-21) in NOPL,

Title: Map of New Orleans (Squares 33-41 & 62-66)
Date: [between 1859 and 1875?]
Negative Detail Number: N-2264D33_34
Courtesy of: Louisiana Division/City Archives & Special Collections, New Orleans Public Library. Publication may be restricted.
Provenance: Original map (MaM 000-21) in NOPL,

Title: Plano que Manifiesta la parte de la Ville de Nueva Orleans consumida en el incenudio de 8 de Diciembre de 1794
Date: 12/10/1794
Negative Number: N-1
Courtesy of: Archivo General de Indias (Seville, Spain). Publication may be restricted.
Provenance: Archivo General de Indias - Seville, Spain,


Chain of Title

141 Chartres St. (604 Iberville)
Square: 33 Lot Number: 11186-A

Last Update: Monday, October 19th 1981

Friday, January 11th 1974
Record Source: COB
Volume: 723
Page: 398
Record Type: [sale?]
Authority: B. E. Loup (Notary)
Authority Date: Not Given
From: Anthony Guarino To: Henry L. Granet
Brief Description: [Lot designation changed from 11186 to 11186-A to differentiate it from adjacent lots with the same designation.]

Thursday, July 13th 1944
Record Source: COB
Volume: 531
Page: 645
Record Type: [sale?]
Authority: J. H. Wiener (Notary)
Authority Date: Not Given
From: Cosmopolitan Realty Co., Inc. To: Anthony Guarino
Brief Description: Property with buildings and improvements on it.

Monday, January 4th 1932
Record Source: COB
Volume: 464
Page: 514
Record Type: [sale?]
Authority: J. H. Wiener (Notary)
Authority Date: Not Given
From: Abraham Hellman To: Cosmopolitan Realty Co., Inc.
Brief Description: Three lots of ground with buildings and improvements.

Thursday, May 10th 1923
Record Source: COB
Volume: 361
Page: 305
Record Type: [sale?]
Authority: F. J. Dreyfous (Notary)
Authority Date: Not Given
From: Max Miller To: Abraham Hellman
Brief Description: Three lots of ground with buildings and improvements.

Wednesday, May 3rd 1922
Record Source: COB
Volume: 351
Page: 58
Record Type: [sale?]
Authority: Edgar Grima (Notary)
Authority Date: Not Given
From: Thomas Hunt To: Max Miller
Thomas Hunt
Julia B. Hunt
Edward L. Hunt
Robert Hunt

Thursday, October 13th 1921
Record Source: COB
Volume: 338
Page: 547
CDC#: 138870
Record Type: succession
Authority: Civil District Court (Court)
Authority Date: Not Given
From: Carleton Hunt To: Thomas Hunt Robert Hunt E. L. Hunt
Brief Description: To his legal heirs.

Tuesday, January 12th 1915
Record Source: COB
Volume: 270
Page: 261
CDC#: 110669
Record Type: succession
Authority: Civil District Court (Court)
Authority Date: Not Given
From: Louise L. Hunt
succession of To: Julia B. Hunt Agent/Single Party Act/Other: Carleton Hunt
Brief Description: Julia B. Hunt is put in possession of estate on waiver of Carleton Hunt to qualify. A three-story brick building on Lot A and two three-story brick buildings on Lot C.

Saturday, January 13th 1849
Record Source: COB
Volume: 47
Page: 297
Record Type: [sale?]
Authority: Louis T. Caire (Notary)
Authority Date: Not Given
From: Henry Carleton To:
Carleton Hunt
Dr. Thomas Hunt [Dr.]
Louise Hunt
Julia Hunt
Brief Description: To Dr. Thomas Hunt (his son-in-law) in behalf of his minor children, Louise Hunt, Carleton Hunt and Julia Hunt. A certain three story brick building at the corner of Chartres and Custom House, now occupied as a book store by Mr. Gaston Bruslé and standing in part of a lot of ground bought by Henry Carleton from Ferdinand Lioteaux (a colored man) on Aug. 6, 1821. ["Liotau" in many other records.]

Wednesday, December 20th 1848
Record Source: Unknown
Record Type: [sale?]
Authority: Louis T. Caire (Notary)
Authority Date: Not Given
From: Henry Carleton To: Julia B. Hunt
Brief Description: Julia B. Hunt acquired 1/3 property from Henry Carleton by act of "dation en paiement" and registered in COB 17/197. [COB Vo.l. 17/197 missing] No record could be found on Ferdinand Lioteaux. ["Liotau" in many other records.]


The website,, named for the long-running drinking establishment with quarters below the Up Stairs social club, has a page The History of the Building, with only the following paragraph to account for itself. Instead of half-heartedly getting into the memorialization business, they should stick to stacking beer:

The Earliest Sale of the Building that we could find was Dec 20 1848 when Julia B. Hunt acquired 1/3 of the property from Henry Carleton by act of "dation en paiement" (DATION EN PAIEMENT, civil law. This term is used in Louisiana; it signifies that, when instead of paying a sum of money due on a pre-existing debt, the debtor gives and the creditor agrees to receive a movable or immovable. 2. It is somewhat like the accord and satisfaction of the common law. 16 Toull. n. 45 Poth. Vente, U. 601. Dation en paiement resembles in some respects the contract of sale; dare in solutum, est quasi vendere. There is, however, a very marked difference between a sale and a dation en paiement. 1st. The contract of sale is complete by the mere agreement of the parties the dation en paiement requires a delivery of the thing given. 2d. When the debtor pays a certain sum which he supposed he was owing, and be discovers he did not owe so much, he may recover back the excess, not so when property other than money has been given in payment. 3d. He who has in good faith sold a thing of which he believed himself to be the owner, is not precisely required to transfer the property of it to the buyer and, while he is not troubled in the possession of the thing, he cannot pretend that the seller has not fulfilled his obligations. On the contrary, the dation en paiement is good only when the debtor transfers to the creditor the property in the thing which he has agreed to take in, payment and if the thing thus delivered be the property of another, it will not operate as a payment.)

The Vieux Carré Commission Evaluation Citations (Specific to this address) link has a sampling of early news articles from the States-Item and the Times Picayune, which include two photographer's names, Philip Ames and Robert T. Steiner, which hadn't surfaced in the flurry of media acknowledgments around the double-vigintennial anniversary of the disaster. Library holdings for the Times-Picayune and the ten-year run of the States-Item from 1970 to 1980, are quite extensive, so no need to worry there, but I can't wait to get my hands on, and then disseminate these neglected morsels of semi-authentic history. But even the titles are informative: "Bar Not Inspected in 2 Years," and "Fire Victims: 26 'Possibles'."


June 25, 1973, The Times-Picayune, page 1,

June 25, 1973, Times-Picayune, page 1, 29 Killed In Quarter Blaze; Arson Possibility Is Raised, by John LaPlace and Ed Anderson, [Continued page 3]
June 25, 1973, The Times–Picayune, page 1, Scene of French Quarter Fire Is Called Dante's 'Inferno, Hitler's Incinerators; Victims Reported Burnt to Death Fleeing Spreading Blaze, by John La Place, [Continued page 2]

June 25, 1973, Times-Picayune, N.O. Tragedies Go Rolling On,

June 25, 1973, States-Times, Fire at Up Stairs Lounge - 604 Iberville St., by Angus Lind, et al.
[(photo: G.E. Arnold) w/photo/caption "Scene of French Quarter fire which claimed 29 lives"]

June 25, 1973, States-Times, Fire Bares the Grisly Face of Death, by Angus Lind,
[w/photo/caption, photo: Philip Ames, "A rescue worker leans heavy against a window..."]

June 25, 1973, States-Times, Fun... Drinks... Song... with Death at the Piano, by Lanny Thomas,

June 25, 1973, AP- State-Item, page 1A, N.O. Lounge Fire Kills 29 Persons, [Continued Page 4-A]

June 25, 1973, AP - States-Item, page 1A, Quick Searing Blast; French Quarter Fire Is Probed,

[Sidewalk First Aid -- Firemen give first aid to survivors of a French Quarter fire that swept through a second story bar leaving 29 dead and 15 injured. Several persons leaped to safety before the entire bar was engulfed in flames in New Orleans. --AP wirephoto]

June 25, 1973, AP - The State-Times, page 1B, Brief Fire Fatal to 29 In Quarter, by Ed Tunstall,

June 25, 1973, AP - The State-Times, page 1B, Barred Windows Prevented Victims From Fleeing Fire,

June 25, 1973, The State-Times, page 1B, 13 of Dead Tentatively Identified,

June 25, 1973, The State-Times,  page 1B,

June 25, 1973, The State-Times (Advocate) [Baton Rouge, LA] page 1A,

June 26, 1973, Times-Picayune, Black, Empty Windows Stare, by Chris Segura,

June 26, 1973, Times-Picayune, Worst Fire in History of New Orleans, by Chris Segura,

June 26, 1973, Times-Picayune, Devastating French Quarter Fire Probed by 3 Agencies, by Chris Segura, [w/photo/caption (photo: Robert T. Steiner) "A spectator peers into the stairwell of the burned out Up Stairs Lounge..."]

June 26, 1973, AP - Times-Picayune, Fire Protection Needed -- Carter,

June 26, 1973, AP - Times-Picayune, Preventive Bill Failed in Legislature,

June 26, 1973, States-Item, Fire Victims: 26 'Possibles',

June 27, 1973, Times-Picayune, Gay Leaders Plan Aid for Victims of Bar Fire, by Vincent Lee,

June 28, 1973, Times-Picayune, Fatal Fire Probe Continues,

July 1, 1973, AP - Times-Picayune, Bar Not Inspected in 2 Years, by Eric Newhouse,

Where Are the Gay Activists in New Orleans?
E Martinez - New Orleans Vieux Carrê Star, 1977
Cited by 2 Related articles Cite Save Try again? More Fewer

New Orleans Times-Picayune,
29 Killed in Quarter Blaze
J LaPlace, E Anderson,

New Orleans States-Item
First the Horror—Then the Leap
W Philbin

Vieux Carré Courier X,
After the Fire Up Stairs, by Bill Rushton,



Title: 135-139, 141 Chartres
Date: 10/23/1963
Negative Number: N-1407
Courtesy of: The Historic New Orleans Collection. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Dan S. Leyrer
Provenance: Dan S. Leyrer - Photographer - 726 St. Peter St.
Full Property Record,

Title: 135-139, 141 Chartres
Date: 10/23/1963
Negative Detail Number: N-1407D
Courtesy of: The Historic New Orleans Collection. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Dan S. Leyrer
Provenance: Dan S. Leyrer - Photographer - 726 St. Peter St.
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Title: 135-139, 141 Chartres (Frame 10)
Date: 1977
Negative Number: 2-033-015
Courtesy of: The Historic New Orleans Collection. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Tulane School of Architecture
Provenance: Vieux Carré Survey
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Title: 135-139, 141 Chartres
Date: [after Aug. 1977]
Negative Number: 2-033-016
Courtesy of: The Historic New Orleans Collection has been unable to identify or contact the current copyright owner. Publication may be restricted.
Provenance: Un-credited
Full Property Record,

Title: View Down Chartres (Frame 23)
Date: August 1977
Negative Number: 2-033-004
Courtesy of: The Historic New Orleans Collection. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: Tulane School of Architecture
Provenance: Vieux Carré Survey -
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Title: 141 Chartres corner (604) Iberville
Date: 01/10/2011
Negative Number: 2_033_char_141
Courtesy of: The Historic New Orleans Collection. Publication may be restricted.
Creator: John Watson Riley
Provenance: © The Historic New Orleans Collection 2011
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Evelyn's Place

The 18th-century maps below were downloaded from Barry Lawrence Ruderman Antique Maps Inc., whose proprietor has been consistently generous over time in sharing high-quality images of his material online, which has been a great boon to my understanding unfamiliar topics.