-Caveat Lector-
Mae Brussell was your basic, ordinary, everyday heroine next door,
wife, mother, Nazi hunter, baker of cookies, bandager of knees and
natural born private detective. Better people never lived. We need
two, three, many Mae Brussells. Alas we have nary a one.
She was a housewife in Carmel, CA. She had a BA in philosophy. She
came from a privileged family, the Magnins, of department store fame.
Later she married a doctor. She had a lot of free time, not one minute
of which did she squander. She started out by cross referencing the
relatively rare Warren Commission Testimony by hand, with index cards.
She found that it directly contradicted the widely distributed Warren
Commission Report. She also found it had, as Dave Emory so succinctly
puts it, "more Nazi connections than the switchboard at
Berchtesgaden." As a Jew, Mae was incensed. As an American she was
repulsed. As a mother she was simply appalled.
Mae was first and foremost a mom. It was her prime motivating factor.
She had watched with her kids as Ruby shot Oswald. She felt that in
all good conscience she, as a mother, couldn't leave her children a
world like that. So she set out on her own to do something to change
it. In part, at least, she succeeded. She set out to uncover the
truth. She went on to become the premier historian of the event, and a
superb investigative broadcast journalist. Both as a historian and as
as a journalist she was essentially self taught. She turned her
talents on a number of related cases over the years, until she finally
reached the last straw and the powers that be put their foot down.
In the face of constant harassment, break-ins, and death threats
against herself and her family, Mae persevered on the California
central coast airwaves for seventeen years. Many believe she was
"protected" by a sympathetic individual placed very high up. Fletcher
Prouty is a popular guess. Donald Sutherland played the character
based on Prouty in Oliver Stone's movie version of the events of
11-22-63. Mae and Fletcher were friends; this is undeniable. He
attended both her funeral (which was a scene) and the wake (which was
a real scene, trust me).
Just as we gathered at the grave site a C-130 bristling with antennae
flew over at VERY low altitude. I figure they were just trying to
intimidate us. So were the weird guys in sunglasses who mingled at the
wake. It didn't work. They weren't any weirder or any the less
mysterious than Mae's genuine friends and followers, just not as nice
people. Hell, I wore sunglasses myself that day. It seemed fitting,
given the occasion. We all thought each other were agents. Most of us
were. Mae's agents are still known as the "Brussell Sprouts."
When Mae finally got her show syndicated and acquired a mass audience
in LA, her protection must have run out. Or else she out ran the
range of her protection. Even Fletcher Prouty can be outranked. He
tells a great little story about being outranked by Lansdale just
before Kennedy was shot. Somebody did or said something that actually
scared Mae, and she went off the air. Not much later she succumbed to
the "rapid cancer" she had so many times reported to her listeners as
having been the demise of some important witness in some national
security scandal or other.
We packed two moving vans with her library and clip files. She had 34
four drawer filing cabinets packed, and I mean packed, with clippings,
all cross referenced in her head, and most of them also indexed on
paper. Our two vans and a car caravan was escorted to the Carmel city
line by a marked police car. Presumably we were then picked up by the
unmarkeds. For three weeks my partner and I guarded her 8,0000 book
library and press clip files while her designated heir, John Judge,
moved out here from Baltimore to become curator of the Mae Brussell
Research Institute in Santa Cruz.
There was a very thick file on induced cancer. A rocket scientist in
Nevada was the first man actually convicted of the crime of murder by
induced cancer. Her hand scrawled notes of her research into induced
cancer as a murder was a totally eerie read in a silent house with an
unmarked van sitting across the street. It wasn't always the same
unmarked van, but it was always in the same place. The low flying
planes got on my nerves some, too. I spent a lot of time staring at
the dead bolt and fondling the Winchester.
While my partner covered the front door one night I took the dog out
to make in the back yard. I saw a UFO up close, REALLY close, like
seventy five feet over my head. Poor Max was totally terrified. She
cowered at my feet. It looked like the landing lights of a medium size
plane coming to land. Only there was nowhere that close to land and it
was dead silent, DEAD silent. It transversed the yard slowly,
skewering me for a moment in it's klieglike glare. I didn't shoot.
Discretion is the better part of why I'm still alive telling these
stories. I know when to shut up.
Whether it was an electrogravetic (Nipher Effect) craft or merely a
muffled helicopter I don't know. It doesn't matter. I seriously doubt
it was from off planet, though I suppose anything's possible. I
figured that like the unmarked van and the low flying planes, it was
only there to intimidate us. It didn't work. Like Mae always said, if
the "Secret Team" was so powerful, they wouldn't have to hide.
Besides, better to die on our feet than to live on our knees. On the
other hand, if they're seventy five feet over my head, looking down,
for the moment at least I'm out classed and I know it. I went back in
the house and fondled the Winchester some more. The UFO never
returned.
Mae's ring bindered final version of the Warren Testimony concordance
filled shelves covering a wall of the master bedroom in the house we
moved them to. The house was going to be opened to the public as the
Mae Brussell Research Center, but jealousy, professional and
otherwise, between two rival broadcast journalists put the kibosh on
that.
In addition to the books and clip files, there was an 12x14x7.5 ft.
room packed solid with neat rows of boxes of clippings that hadn't
been filed and cross referenced yet. The books alone filled one whole
van and then some. A great treasure was lost to historians when John
Judge and Dave Emory fell out and the Mae Brussell Research Center
ceased to be.
FWIW, when Mae was in college she and Henry Miller became very close
friends. He had fled Paris one step ahead of the Nazis and settled in
the central coast area where they met. I don't know if they were ever
lovers; none of my business anyway. She was certainly his type though,
young, rich and good looking. Mae's home was covered with dozens of
his paintings and drawings. I never even knew Henry Miller was a
competent visual artist till I saw his work in Mae's house. Frankly, I
think he should have pursued that muse instead of the one that made
him famous. The guy could really draw.
Some people think Barbara Honnegger, "ex" Reagan-Bush aide and author
of <The October Surprise> was the one to actually slip her the poison.
She certainly had the opportunity while she stayed at Mae's house
"helping her with her files." She was also sleeping with a "retired"
SAVAK agent. But that don't prove she's a murderer, at least not to my
satisfaction. Others disagree. Speculation is a close kin to rumor, as
"Torbett" said. Some people insist on speculating anyway. Me? I just
don't know.
Mae herself believed she was given cancer by microwaves broadcast from
the house across the street. When the house was first built Mae baked
some cookies and went to meet her new neighbors. They didn't let her
in. She could see past the partially open door, though. There was no
furniture, but a great deal of electronics of one sort or another sat
on the mantelpiece. Years later he house burned to the ground. It
happened on the day after Mae died. Coincidence? Perhaps. Like I said,
anything's possible.
When Mae died, she was covering two cases, neither of which could have
failed to attract the attention of Army Intelligence. One was the
Fritz Kramer case, about a Nazi war criminal at work under a
semi-assumed identity very high up in the Pentagon. The other was the
Michael Aquino case, about a Lt. Col. in Army Intelligence who runs a
Satanist church "on the side," and has demonstrated an uncanny ability
to squirm out of trouble in, for example, a kiddie porn bust which
only one day prior had looked pretty cut and dried to us here in San
Francisco where it happened. Both cases are still open. Reading
Mae's files on these two stood my neck hairs up like stiff little
fingers. There is little doubt in my mind that it was Army
Intelligence who finally did her in. But of course, anything is
possible. It may even have been natural causes, though all things
considered, it's highly unlikely at best.
Mae also did considerable work on the Otto von Bolschwing case. In her
files, I found evidence that in addition to his other crimes (which
include being Eichmann's immediate superior for a while) von
Bolschwing also swindled Mae's own grandfather as part of what turned
out to be the largest single stock fraud in California history.
I Xeroxed for my own collection about half a drawer's worth of
assorted clippings and the entire Aquino file which was a half drawer
thick all on its own. One of the most interesting files was about
Mengele. Mae pursued Mengele relentlessly. Page after page of FOIA
documents about Mengele were partially or completely blanked out. One
particularly chilling page showed field titles like <height>,
<weight>, <hair color>, and <address> not blacked out, but the actual
field contents themselves blacked out. To me this indicated that the
US government new exactly where Mengele was and what he looked like
and wouldn't tell. They were rubbing Mae's nose in it. Ultimatly they
were rubbing the world's nose in it. Later on my place, a burglar
proof bunker if ever one was, was burglarized by persons unknown.
Only the Mengele and Aquino files were taken. My cash, electronics and
weapons were untouched. Thus, I am loathe to blame junkies. It was a
while before I discovered the loss, but when I did it sure did make my
skin crawl.
What happened to the Mae Brussell Research Center was a great tragedy.
Sabotaging the work of resistance groups from within is a well studied
science. COINTELPRO ain't the half of it. Mae herself had drawers
full of clippings and shelves full of books on the subject. Sometimes
resistance groups sabotage themselves on their own just fine with no
help at all from outside. Self sabotage is a bogus strategy, no
matter who thinks it up.
If anyone knew the bogus from the bone fide, it was Mae Brussell. I
believe her version of history. You should too, but not because I say
so and not because Mae said so, but because it is the simple truth of
the matter. If you have any doubts, do what Mae did; find out for
yourself.
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