I remember one evening being in the fancy Manhattan apartment of one of my
boyfriend's father's back in about 1978-79 and he was held up somewhere and I
was waiting for him. I was introduced to another man who was visiting my
boyfriend's father and I remember we were looking at some art on the walls and
speaking about this and that, the friend of the father generally asking about
me and my father and chatting away while I waited. And I remember having a very
visceral and very real feeling of unease and, in fact, having a sense of
foreboding as these two men (one on each side of me) continued to talk and pass
the time. As each minute ticked by I had the distinct impression that this
friend of the father was not a good person and was, in fact, the closest thing
to a monster in human form that I had ever encountered. I had experiences of
strange entities in my life but they were never in human form. This was
different. This was an experience of a man, standing right next to me, that
exuded pure creepy, slimy tangible evil. His name at the time didn't mean
anything to me nor did his profession as a lawyer strike me as anything but
mundane. But I later found out much more about this person, this man who was
Roy Cohn.
http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/apr/20/roy-cohn-donald-trump-joseph-mccarthy-rosenberg-trial
http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2016/apr/20/roy-cohn-donald-trump-joseph-mccarthy-rosenberg-trial
