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Saturday, October 28, 2006

Bruno Kirby Sighting!

By Nicholas Stix

On October 6, watching Between the Lions, an entertaining kids’ show that is one of the few (the only one?) that actually helps kids learn how to read with my son, I saw a familiar face under a lot of makeup and with a big mustache and a hammy, generic Eastern/Southern European accent. I’m sure it was a middle-aged, paunchy, Bruno Kirby, may he rest in peace.

The story was about a simpleton farmer and the Lucy-type (from Charles Schulz’ Peanuts comic strip) woman in the countryside who takes all of his money giving him obvious advice. The farmer’s house is overrun with livestock. The woman tells him to remove first this animal, then that, and ultimately all of the animals from the house, each time taking more of his money. In the end, the woman leaves for the big city in a luxurious, chauffeur-driven car, laughing at the (Charlie Brown-based?), farmer. His life is also immeasurably better without a house full of animals, though the (feminist?) writer seems to want us to look up to the scam artist and down upon the honest if dull farmer.

Unfortunately, the story was on the dumb side, certainly below Between the Lions’ usual standards, as was Kirby’s work, but all the same, it was nice to see him working during the long, dark night that Billy Crystal rang down on him, following City Slickers. (Speaking of Crystal, City Slickers II was on TV yesterday, with Jon Lovitz “replacing” Kirby. The pic was so bad that we changed the channel after about two minutes. No wonder critics panned it and audiences avoided it the plague.)

The usually reliable IMDB.com’s page for Between the Lions is worthless, and Kirby’s own IMDB.com page makes no mention of his guest gig, but I was able to find confirmation that Kirby had indeed been a guest star on the show, though without any particulars (episode name, initial broadcast date) at the show’s PBS Web page.

Sunday, October 22, 2006

Domestic Terrorism: The Nation of Islam and the Zebra Murders

By Nicholas Stix

The three men went out hunting that night. But their prey was human. White humans, to be exact. Only they didn’t consider whites human, but rather “grafted snakes,” “white devils,” and “blue-eyed devils.”

They grabbed three children, and tried to get them into their van, but the resourceful kids ran away.

The children were Michele Denise Carrasco, 11, Marie Stewart, 12, and Marie’s 15-year-old brother, Frank.

The angry, frustrated hunters went back to their van, and sought after new quarry. They found it in the form of a happy married couple, out for an after-dinner walk near their home on Telegraph Hill. The wife ran away, but when one of the hunters put a gun to her husband’s chest and said he’d kill him, she stopped and returned. Her devotion cost her her life.

In the van, the hunters brutally assaulted the husband and wife, and two of the hunters (Cooks and Green) robbed the husband and wife, and two (Cooks and Harris) sexually molested the wife. Parking near some deserted railroad tracks in the Potrero District, the hunters had at husband and wife alike, taking turns hacking their faces with a machete, and nearly decapitating the wife, before leaving them for dead.

The couple was named Quita and Richard Hague. The date was October 20, 1973.

Quita Hague was dead, but a hideously mutilated Richard Hague miraculously survived.

The hunters that night were Jesse Lee Cooks, Larry Green, and Anthony Cornelius Harris. Cooks, Green, and Harris were members of the Black Muslims (now known as the Nation of Islam), who had been recruited, along with dozens of other Black Muslims, to randomly murder whites.

That was the official beginning of the “Zebra” Killings, which would be carried out on the streets of San Francisco, and would hold the city by the bay – one of the most beautiful in the world – in a state of terrified siege for the next six months. Or rather, would hold white San Franciscans in a state of terror. As black residents told reporters, they felt just fine, thank you.

The Zebra Killings were so called because the San Francisco Police Department reserved radio frequency “Z” (“Zebra” in military and police parlance) for all dispatches that might be related to the serial killings.

It would be months before the SFPD would connect the Quita Hague killing to the Zebra case. That is because although the Hague case had in common with the San Francisco killings and attempted murders to come, that it was a random black-on-white murder by youngish black men who stood out for being conservatively dressed and groomed, the cases that formed the profile that stood out to the detectives in the SFPD Homicide Detail were all carried out with a .32 pistol, and did not involve robbery or sexual molestation. (Youngish black men who were conservatively dressed and groomed were and are hallmarks of the Nation of Islam (NOI).)


Killers and Suspects

Between October 20, 1973 and April 16, 1974, Jesse Lee Cooks, Larry Green, and Anthony Cornelius Harris, as well as J.C. (aka J.C.X.) Simon and Manuel Moore, murdered at least 15 whites and grievously wounded at least another nine whites in failed murder attempts. In at least one case (“John Doe #169”), the devils kidnapped a homeless white man, took him to Black Self-Help Moving and Storage, the NOI-owned business where all of the above-named killers but Cooks worked, bound and gagged their victim, and began chopping off his body parts while he was still alive. (Cooks worked at the NOI-owned Shabazz Bakery; according to Anthony Harris, the NOI assassins had butchered at least one other white victim at Black Self-Help.)

One of the detectives who worked the Zebra detail told me that one of the cases in which the dismembered white murder victim could not be identified was known as “the turkey case,” since the victim, who was found on Ocean Beach minus his feet and hands (and head?), was trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.

Jesse Lee Cooks also raped twice and sodomized (at least) one white woman, whom he had planned on murdering, as well, but who succeeded in maneuvering him, much to his consternation, into letting her live.

Black Self-Help was managed by Tom Manney, an NOI member who, according to a different detectives from the case was a former St. Ignatius High School and City College football star. According to Clark Howard, the author of the definitive work on the Zebra killings, Zebra: The true account of the 179 days of terror in San Francisco (1979), Manney lent his black Cadillac to the murderers, who used it in several of the killings. According to Howard, an illegal .32 pistol that Manney owned was the murder weapon in several of the killings. Manney was arrested for the Zebra Killings, but released for – in the DA’s opinion – lack of evidence.

One of the detectives who worked the case told me that more recently, Manney was charged with insurance fraud. The detective recalled that in addition to serial murder, Black Self-Help was a burglary operation. So much for the NOI’s self-image as a clean-cut, racial supremacist religion preaching racial annihilation while refraining from common crimes such as robbery, burglary, and rape.

In addition to Manney, Clarence Jamerson, Dwight Stallings and a fourth man whose identity I could not determine, were also arrested in the Zebra Killings, but released for lack of evidence. The fourth man was inexplicably given the pseudonym “Jasper Childs” by Zebra author Clark Howard.

Stallings was arrested by Inspector Rotea Gilford, who was the first black promoted to the SFPD Homicide Bureau. Gilford, who had grown up with Stallings, was certain that the latter had blood on his hands, but was unable to prove it. Later, while working as a longshoreman, Stallings died in a work accident.

After Gilford retired from the SFPD, he became a close political advisor to his old friend, former California State Assembly speaker and then-San Francisco Mayor Willie Brown. Gilford has since unfortunately died from diabetes. Last year, Gus Coreris remembered Gilford as “a good policeman,” the highest praise one cop will give another.


Nation of Cut-Throats

As one of the inspectors from the SFPD Homicide Detail team that ran the case told me on Thursday, investigators at the California Department of Justice’s Bureau of CII and the FBI had been quietly compiling material on similar murders up and down the state of California and the East Coast, respectively, since 1970. (A detective from the Zebra case called CII “Criminal Intelligence and Investigation,” Clark Howard called it “Criminal Investigation and Identification,” and a timeline of the California Department of Justice identifies CII as “Criminal Identification and Information.”)

One such East Coast murder was the April 14, 1972 ambush murder of Patrolman Philip W. Cardillo in Harlem’s NOI Mosque #6, by mosque members, following a false “officer in need of assistance” call one member had made.

That was Min. Louis Farrakhan’s mosque at the time, and if historian Vincent J. Cannato’s recounting of the murder in The Ungovernable City: John Lindsay and the Struggle to Save New York (2001) holds up, Farrakhan was at least guilty of obstruction of justice, if not conspiracy to murder a police officer.

Retired NYPD Lt. Randy Jurgenson, who responded to the mosque ambush 34 years ago, has just finished a book on the case, Circle of Six. Two weeks ago, New York Police Commissioner Ray Kelly, who also responded to the mosque ambush that fateful day, announced that he is reopening the case. At the time, suspect Lewis 17X Dupree, was acquitted of murder charges.

Getting back to the West Coast, the retired SFPD inspector told me that the San Francisco operation was run through the NOI’s local Mosque #26.

The killers all sought membership in an elite NOI group called the “Death Angels,” which had recruiting meetings and pep rallies in the attic at Black Self-Help. In order to become a Death Angel, one had to murder four white children, five white women, or nine white men. In the NOI, cowardice is a virtue.

According to Clark Howard, the NOI had gangs of assassins up and down the state of California:

At that time, there were fifteen accredited Death Angels in California. To achieve their collective membership, they had already quietly killed throughout the state 135 white men, 75 white women, 60 white children – or enough of a combination thereof to give each of them his required four, five, or nine credits. This was October of 1973. The California attorney general’s office had already secretly compiled a list of forty-five of those killings which had taken place in the cities of San Francisco, Oakland, Berkeley, Long Beach, Signal Hill, Santa Barbara, Palo Alto, Pacifica, San Diego, and Los Angeles; and in the counties of San Mateo, Santa Clara, Los Angeles, Contra Costa, Ventura, and Alameda. All of the victims were white. All the known suspects in the killings had been associated with the Black Muslim movement. The killings were even then continuing throughout the state.


The operation came down from the highest reaches of the NOI, making the NOI the bloodiest domestic terrorist group in American history.

During the same period, murdering whites had become quite a sport for black San Francisco criminals, a sport that did not bother black San Francisco civilians at all, who were of little help to police in solving the Zebra killings. On the bloodiest night of the killings, January 28, 1974, the NOI murderers shot five whites within two hours, leaving four dead and one crippled. In one case that night, the killers shot to death a white woman, Jane Holly, in front of eight black women in a well-lighted laundromat. Yet none of the black women would give police a useful description of the killer.

Had blacks helped police, the NOI killers could have been caught months earlier, and several of their victims spared.

As retired SFPD assistant chief and historian Kevin J. Mullen, who at the time was a veteran of over 20 years on the force, recently wrote,

By the late 1970s, San Francisco’s homicide rate was 18.5 per 100,000 population, up from 5.9 in an equivalent period in the early 1960s. Much of the increase was driven by a rise in black on white killings. It was in this climate that the Zebra killings occurred.


Note that at 13.4 percent, blacks then comprised barely more than one-eighth of the city’s population.

We still do not know how many whites the Nation of Islam murdered during the period of 1970-75, let alone how many it has since murdered, not to mention how many copycat black-on-white murders it may have inspired.

CII’s Richard Walley, who until his unfortunate death from cancer in 1974, ran the California Department of Justice’s Intelligence Analysis Unit (IAU), was convinced that during the 1970-early 1974 period alone, the NOI was responsible for 71 black-on-white racial murders in California. In Zebra, however, author Clark Howard estimated that the NOI was guilty of “just under 270” black-on-white murders in California during the same period.


Bending the Rules

What broke the seemingly hopeless case was an inspiration by Gus Coreris that went under the rubric of “bending the rules.”

Coreris sat down with SFPD sketch artist Hobart “Hoby” Nelson, and as Coreris told me last year, dictated generic sketches of two 20-something black males. Those sketches were then distributed to local newspapers, who published them on their front pages; to TV news operations, who led with them on the 6 O’Clock News; and to officers in the street, who pulled over every young black man who resembled one of the drawings.

In order to avoid constantly harassing the same innocent black men, the police gave out a special “Zebra Check” card to each black man who had already been stopped and questioned, with the time, date, and place of the stop, the driver’s license and social security numbers of the black civilian, and the name, badge number, and signature of the officer who had made the stop. If an innocent black man had already been stopped, he needed only to produce his Zebra Check card and valid ID showing that he was the card holder.

Note that a few years earlier, hundreds of young white men had been stopped and questioned in connection with the Nob Hill rapist, in which the suspect had been identified as white. Only in the Nob Hill case, no cards were issued to white men who had been stopped, and no one protested or went to court to get the practice stopped.

But this time, black San Franciscans were mad as hell! How dare the police inconvenience and “harass” them. What was the big deal, after all? And why the “Zebra” appellation? This was surely a racist dig at blacks! (You can’t make this stuff up.) Blacks of all social classes were particularly outraged that in a murder spree in which all of the suspects were black, police were stopping and questioning only black potential suspects. The term “racial profiling” had yet to be coined, but the mentality of shielding black criminals was already prevalent among blacks.

As Howard wrote, “The black organizations … were determined to interfere with the police effort in any way they could.” Some were definitely seeking, via political means, to aid and abet mass murderers. One activist preacher, the Reverend Cecil Williams, threatened a race war, if police didn’t back down. As if the race war were not already underway.

I know of only one black San Franciscan from the time, prominent or otherwise, who showed any support for the SFPD. Dr. Washington Garner, a prominent local physician and civic leader, called on the black community to cooperate with police, even emphasizing the tactics used in the Nob Hill rapist case. Unfortunately, Dr. Garner’s alternate pleading and scolding fell on deaf ears.


Jesse Byrd

The NAACP went to court to handcuff the police, and won. It was supported by, among other groups, a racist, black-dominated, counter-police organization called Officers for Justice, whose president was an SFPD officer named Jesse Byrd (spelled “Bird” in some accounts). Jesse Byrd was a Black Muslim.

(A counter-police organization is one which seeks to handcuff and destroy a police agency from within. Contemporary American counter-police organizations are typically formed by blacks or Hispanics, which, while demanding jobs, promotions, and power for unqualified and morally unfit members of their groups, often seek at the same time to aid and abet minority criminals. In addition to Officers for Justice, prominent counter-police organizations include The Black Sentinels in Cincinnati, and The Guardians, 100 Blacks in Law Enforcement Who Care, and the Latino Officers Association in New York. When such groups succeed at getting unfit officer candidates from their respective groups hired, they follow up with frivolous lawsuits, charging that the incompetent minority hires suffer discrimination in promotions, no matter how rapidly those members were promoted, in order to gain them millions of dollars in extortion money.)

Gus Coreris’ bluff saved the day, in spite of Jesse Byrd and the NAACP.

One of the NOI killers was an ex-con named Anthony Harris who, as Gus Coreris told me last year, had wild imagination. Although neither of the police sketches resembled Harris in the slightest, Harris projected himself onto one of them, and convinced himself that he had been identified.

Harris came forward to gain $30,000 in reward money, immunity from prosecution, and new identities for himself, his girlfriend Debra, and her baby.

The SFPD initially secreted the family in either a Holiday Inn motel (according to Howard) or the Del Webb Hotel (as one of the detectives told me). The family was with Inspectors Gus Coreris and John Fotinos, the partners who were the SFPD’s top homicide inspectors, and who were the lead detectives in the case. However, one day while Anthony Harris was taking a shower, Debra called Sister Sarah, the wife of an NOI minister, and told her where the family was hiding.

Within minutes, an NOI assassin had appeared in the lobby, spoken with Harris on the house telephone, and called from a pay phone for reinforcements. Insp. Coreris called his partner, Insp. John Fotinos, from the house phone, to warn him of the impending arrival of the killers, and to get him to prepare Harris, his family, and attorney to escape.

Shortly thereafter, a car pulled up with four more NOI assassins. (Howard’s description of the five suggested they were from the Fruit of Islam, the NOI’s palace guard, as the FOI were much more disciplined than the Zebra killers.)

Feigning indifference to the assassins and to his witness, Inspector Coreris left the motel. The assassins then proceeded to undertake a floor-by-floor search for their prey. Presumably, they would have killed everyone present – including family, inspectors, and attorney.

Once on the street, Insp. Coreris hurried to his SFPD car, and peeling rubber, drove it up to the motel’s rooftop parking lot, where Fotinos, Harris’ lawyer, Laurence Kaufman, and Harris and family were waiting. Once everybody was in, Coreris again peeled rubber, only seconds ahead of the NOI assassins. (This story was told by Clark Howard in Zebra; Gus Coreris corroborated it to me during his telephone interview last year.)

As Howard recounts, when a San Francisco Examiner team of reporter Dexter Waugh and photographer Walt Lynott, and a later Examiner team that included reporter Hollis Wagstaff scoured the city, talking to people how they felt about the killings, not only were blacks not at all fearful – after all, they weren’t being targeted by the killers – not a single black the respective teams interviewed expressed any sympathy for the white victims.

The tenacious, brilliant, and resourceful team of Gus Coreris and John Fotinos are the heroes of the Zebra saga. They had two able younger detectives – Jeff Brosch and Carl Klotz from Robbery Detail – assisting them full-time, with every other member of the Homicide Detail working on the case on a rotating basis.

In Zebra, Clark Howard recounts an incident from a few hours after the assassination attempt at the motel. Gus Coreris returned to his office, where a message from a young black SFPD patrolman awaited him. When Coreris returned the man’s call, the latter did not want to discuss the matter over the phone. In person, the patrolman asked Coreris point blank where he was hiding Anthony Harris. Coreris asked the officer if he was acting on behalf of the NOI. As reported in Zebra, when the young officer answered in the affirmative, Coreris responded that the SFPD would protect Harris and the information he had “at any risk,” that Coreris was going to report the officer to SFPD Chief Donald Scott, Chief of Inspectors Charles Barca, and the Intelligence Division, and that the patrol officer had better stop inquiring after Harris’ whereabouts. (363)

In a telephone interview last year, Gus Coreris confirmed for me that the foregoing incident had occurred just as Clark Howard reported it. When I asked Coreris what had happened to the black officer working for the NOI, he replied, “Nothing.”

We are talking here about a police officer who, based on Coreris’ story, was guilty of conspiring to murder a government witness, conspiring to obstruct justice, and who was an accomplice after the fact in at least 15 murders, at least nine attempted murders, and various and sundry other felonies.

Last year, one of my SFPD sources who had been on the job at the time of the Zebra murders told me that the black officer who had tried to get Anthony Harris’ location for the NOI was none other than Jesse Byrd. Although one SFPD source would have been more than enough for a New York Times reporter, I wanted a source from the inner circle of detectives who ran the case.

I spoke to everyone from the Zebra team, save one, but no one could remember the identity of the black patrolman.


John Fotinos

The one inspector I didn’t reach was John Fotinos. He was the guy that got away.

The other day, Fotinos’ widow told me of the massive stroke her eighty-year-old husband had suffered on April 16 of this year, and which took him eleven days later.

John Fotinos was born on November 1, 1925. He served his nation honorably in World War II (as did his friend and partner, Gus Coreris). John Fotinos was an old-school cop who never took the job home with him. He and his wife had four children, five grandchildren, and three great-grandchildren. One of their sons, one son-in-law, and two of their grandsons proudly wear the uniform of the San Francisco Police Department.

I never had any contact with John Fotinos, and never so much as saw his photograph. And yet, when I first read Zebra four years ago, he and Gus Coreris immediately became heroes of mine. John Fotinos will be missed anywhere people care about upholding the thin blue line that separates civilization from anarchy.

In the Zebra case, Inspectors Coreris and Fotinos were ably assisted by Inspectors Jeff Brosch and Carl Klotz, whom Coreris and Fotinos had brought over from the Robbery Detail.


Public Corroboration

So, where would I get my secondary corroboration? Hiding in plain sight, as it turned out. Hollywood screenwriter Bennett Cohen, with the assistance of retired SFPD Chief Earl Sanders, who gave Cohen’s researchers boxes and boxes of the old SFPD Zebra paper work Sanders had taken with him, wrote a just-released book on the case, The Zebra Murders: A Season of Killing, Racial Madness, and Civil Rights. Cohen, who must have found Gus Coreris’ old report complaining about Jesse Byrd’s yeoman efforts on behalf of the NOI assassins, writes that Byrd was, indeed, the NOI mole in the SFPD. Oddly enough, however, Chief Sanders argues that “all they wanted to do was ‘talk’ to [Anthony Harris].”

As crime historian and retired SFPD deputy chief Kevin J. Mullen, a peer of Gus Coreris and John Fotinos, quipped in his review of Bennett Cohen’s book, “Yes. And John Gotti had someone ask the FBI for Sammy ‘The Bull’ Gravano’s address in the Federal Witness Protection Program so that he could update his Christmas card list.”

It is impossible to overstate Jesse Byrd’s significance. We have many instances over the years of black activists and groups seeking indirectly to aid and abet black criminals and terrorists, through say, handcuffing police (e.g., prohibiting them from surveilling mosques that are known terrorist meeting places, such as San Francisco’s NOI Mosque #26). However, in all the other cases, there was always at least one degree of separation between the terrorists or criminals and their public supporters. Jesse Byrd is the only case I know of, in which there were zero degrees of separation.


Zebra Memorial Service

The 10th Annual Zebra Victims Memorial Services was held Friday at 12 noon on the steps of San Francisco City Hall. Organizers had announced that SFPD Commissioner Petra DeJesus had agreed to attend.


“New” Zebra Victims and the Zebra Project

The person who has helped me the most in studying the Zebra case is Lou Calabro, a retired SFPD lieutenant, who was a sergeant at the time of the NOI murders. Calabro encouraged me to undertake a Zebra Project, in order to determine and name all of the white victims of the NOI’s genocidal campaign. Calabro convincingly argued that the project must necessarily be a team effort, due to the massive workload, in seeking after official records and newspaper accounts from those pre-computer and pre-Internet days. Not to mention that with witnesses, survivors, and lawmen dying off, time is of the essence. I ask that anyone with information about any possible NOI racial attacks please write me at Add1dda@aol.com. All correspondence will be kept confidential.

In re-reading passages from Clark Howard’s book, I came up with one surviving non-San Francisco victim, Massachusetts native Thomas Bates, a hitchhiker who was shot three times near Emeryville. (Clark Howard cited several fatal and non-fatal non-San Francisco NOI attacks; however, Bates was the only such victim whom he named.) Howard has so far not responded to e-mails from me seeking information on his claim that “just under 270” California whites were murdered by the NOI at the time.

Since my Zebra article last year, two people have sent me information about other possible Zebra victims. In January, one reader wrote,


Richard Asbury was born on Nov. 11, 1940 and died sometime in the late summer early fall of 1970. He had brown hair and brown eyes, ht. 6'1", wt. 160 lbs. He was in Santa Rosa, CA and I believe he was found in the Russian River. I don't believe he had any tattoos or identifying marks. There is rumor of him having ties with the Hell's Angels, but it is all speculation. I will try to get more information.


And two months ago, I learned of Steve Conachy and yet another unidentified victim.


I found your article on the Zebra killings and wanted
to give you some inside info. The first killings took
place in Aug 3 1973. To young men were picked up (one
in Pacifica in the Fairmont dist. ). One was 18 yrs
the other was 21 yrs old. The 21 yrs old’s body was
dumped in SF and the other in the San Bruno mountains.
They are the very first 2 and forgotten victims of
those sick murders done by Black Muslims in SF in
1973.

Those 2 young men did not know each other. They may
have never seen each other until that night. They now
rest in Colma 20 ft from each other for all eternity.
How do I know this? One was my older brother….

These murders at the time were not put together, 2
different countys were investagting it. My
father was a retired SF plice officer and they thought
the killing was to get even with him. Which was not
the case. About 6 to 8 weeks later the other murders
began and my brother and the other poor soul murders
were finally connected, but by that time the press was
focus on the new killings and the first victims were
forgotten about. But that was the start of it in Aug 3
1973.

Thank you for you time in this matter. It is important
to me to get the record right and my brother not a
forgotten victim….


Four of the NOI murderers were tried and convicted for the San Francisco killings. They remain in prison today, but they come up periodically for parole:

Jesse Lee Cooks, J.C. Simon (aka J.C.X. Simon), Larry Green and Manuel Moore.

According to crime writer Julia Scheeres, Leroy Doctor was also an NOI assassin. Doctor’s intended victim, Robert Stoeckmann, turned the tables on him, and ended up shooting Doctor three times. Doctor, who lived, was ultimately imprisoned for assault with a deadly weapon. Scheeres is, to my knowledge, the only crime writer so far to list Doctor as an NOI assassin.


Known and Possible Zebra Victims

A partial list of the wounded follows, in Clark Howard’s words:

Richard Hague [Quita’s husband], his face butchered.
“Ellen Linder,” [a pseudonym Howard devised to protect her privacy], raped, ravaged, threatened with death.
Arthur Agnos [who would later be elected mayor], surviving after his insides were ripped up by bullets.
“Angela Roselli,” surviving with nerve damage in her back.
Roxanne McMillian, surviving but paralyzed from the waist down.
Linda Story, surviving with nerve damage in her back.
Ward Anderson, surviving but in serious condition after being shot down at a city bus stop.
Terry White, also surviving, also in serious condition, after being shot down at the same bus stop.

And courtesy of Julia Scheeres, at Court TV’s crimelibrary.com,
Robert Stoeckmann, grazed in the neck by a shot fired by Leroy Doctor.

A partial list of white NOI murder victims follows, as described by Clark Howard:

Quita Hague, hacked to death….
Frances Rose, her face blown apart by close-range gunshots.
Saleem Erakat, tied up and executed.
Paul Dancik, shot down at a public telephone….
Marietta DiGirolamo, thrown into a doorway and shot to death.
Ilario Bertuccio, killed while walking home from work….
Neal Moynihan, shot down while taking a teddy bear to his little sister.
Mildred Hosler, shot down while walking toward her bus stop.
John Doe #169, kidnapped, tortured, butchered, decapitated.
Tana Smith, murdered on her way to buy blouse material.
Vincent Wollin, murdered on his sixty-ninth birthday.
John Bambic, murdered while rummaging in a trash bin.
Jane Holly, murdered in a public Laundromat….
Thomas Rainwater, shot down on the street as he walked to a market….
And Nelson Shields IV, shot three times in the back as he was straightening out the cargo deck on his station wagon.

And …

Steve Conachy

John Doe (killed with Conachy)

Richard Asbury (?)

I wish to thank all of the retired SFPD officers who so generously helped me in the writing of this article, as well as Mrs. John Fotinos. The majority of my material came from Clark Howard’s 1979 work, Zebra: The true account of the 179 days of terror in San Francisco.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

A Letter to a Daughter of the American Revolution

By Nicholas Stix

On October 5, Andrea Clemons, who identified herself as a Los Angeles high school science teacher, published “A Daughter of the American Revolution Speaks Out Against Bush.”

Quoting from the Declaration of Independence, Clemons demanded that President George W. Bush be removed from office, and suggested that violent means be employed. My response follows.

* * *


At first, I thought: Oh, a patriot. And that was your intention. But when you started complaining of the few patriots from the Southern California Daughters of the American Revolution you had encountered via e-mail, that they were “racist,” “homophobic,” and “nationalist and militaristic,” and you held up illegal immigrants as greater patriots than those who support and defend America, it became clear that you are an anti-American. Did you really think anyone would read your screed through, and think you were a patriot who cared about America, rather than a communist and/or traitor?

You aren’t even a trenchant critic of President Bush and his “program.” (What that “program” consists of, you never tell us.) Your criticisms are variously contradictory, vague, exaggerated and dishonest.

[My] ancestors worked their entire lives – in factories, in offices, in fields, in homes, and even in the military – to create …. the wealth of this country and upheld the early ideals of this country and served this country in whatever ways they knew how….

I understand that this country's wealth has been created first on the backs of slaves from Africa and forever on the backs of those with the least monetary wealth and more recently on the backs of people in developing countries …


Well, which is it? Are you saying your ancestors were slaves? I don’t think so. After all, you are a daughter of the American Revolution on your father’s side, and of immigrant stock on your mother’s side, going back 100 years.

Are you saying, then, that your ancestors were slave masters? If so, that would make you part of the one percent or so of white Americans now alive who indirectly benefited from slavery. (The percentage of today’s black Americans that indirectly benefited from slavery is much higher, since most of them wouldn’t even be alive today, had their forefathers remained in bondage to their African slave masters, and those whose blood lines had lasted until their births in Africa, would likely know nothing but poverty and pestilence.) But you don’t say.

And you don’t follow up the logical implications of your bold statements.

Apparently, you think that you can make any statement in any context, as long as it makes you sound morally superior, logic be damned.

In any event, the claim about “slaves” is at best a gross exaggeration, and the one about “people in developing countries” is a lie.

but I also recognize that many Americans today and many Americans in the past didn't realize these scaled power structures, repeated from international dynamics to class dynamics and race dynamics, etc.


“Scaled power structures”? “International dynamics to class dynamics and race dynamics”?

Let me guess. You picked up the preceding dogmatic catch phrases in college. In the immortal words of the philosopher Sonny Corleone, “What do you go to college to learn to be stupid?”

You are only able to throw around dogmatic catch phrases, because your professors never provided any facts in support of them. They “addressed” skeptical students by variously flunking and expelling them, and seeing to it that they were whitelisted from ever becoming teachers, thus leaving the field increasingly to totalitarians like yourself.

You also falsely claim that America was founded as a democracy. Aside from the falsity of your claim, I’m at a loss as to how that would be something praiseworthy to you, seeing that as a Marxist, you are violently opposed to democracy, and in favor of dictatorship. (As the Founding Fathers were well aware, democracy is an undesirable form of government, which is why they founded the U.S.A. as a republic – “If you can keep it,” in Ben Franklin’s immortal warning – but Marxists like yourself have this thing about presenting themselves as “democrats.”)

And yet, before my very eyes, the Bush regime is bucking all of those protective devices against intolerance and despotism – the right to one's own religion, the separation of powers, the right to privacy and fair trial . . . the list doesn't end. It is time to throw off this government.

Evidence, please.

If anything, via an overly liberal application of the First Amendment’s Free Exercise Clause, George W. Bush is permitting Moslems to slowly impose Sharia. If I were president, your beef might have some substance. But then, had the Founding Fathers been confronted with the Religion of Terror, they would have expressly outlawed Islam, and Moslem immigrants.

As for the separation of powers, I’d like to see some proof that President Bush has
usurped either the legislative or the judicial branch; you failed to provide a single example. In fact, it is the judicial branch that continues to usurp power from the other branches, as in for example, the recent case of Hamdan v. Rumsfeld, in which the U.S. Supreme Court usurped the prerogative of the Commander-in-Chief in running a war, while inventing new, unjustifiable rights for unlawful combatants in the bargain. (But again, as a Marxist, you should be cheering the usurpation of branches.)

Your invocation of the Declaration of Independence, in order to rationalize as patriotic your call for a revolution, is a pathetic old communist trick. The Declaration was written to call into being a new nation, not to destroy that nation.
When you do get specific, it is to deride as a “violent homophobe” someone who mocked the manhood of Frenchmen, for their refusal to fight in the War in Iraq. But even then, you expect the reader to take your word that a joke that you can’t even remember was so offensive that we should hold an entire patriotic organization, and indeed, the very notion of American patriotism, in contempt.

Sophistry is not your strength, Ms. Clemons. Don’t give up your day job.

On the other hand, if your letter is any indication, you are doubtless propagandizing your students to death, and expecting the taxpayers whom you hate, to subsidize your revolution. So, I wish you would give up your day job … but I know you won’t.

Nicholas Stix, Uncensored is Open for Business

By Nicholas Stix

Grieving time is past; there's work to do! As the Germans say, "Packen wir es an!"

Friday, October 20, 2006

Nicholas Stix, Uncensored is Temporarily Closed

By Nicholas Stix


This blog is temporarily down, as the NSU family grieves over the tragedy of the previous evening. At this point we do not know if we will ever blog or watch a baseball game again, but we will inform you, should we have a change of heart.

We also request that the public join with us in a moratorium on the use of the terms “Guillermo Mota,” “Billy Wagner,” and “Aaron Heilman,” while we consider whether such terms should be permanently banned from the English language. We ask the public’s forbearance in this time of darkest despair. Thank you.

Thursday, October 19, 2006

Solid Gold: Endy Chavez Saves the Game

By Nicholas Stix

With the seventh game of the National League Championship Series tied 1-1, with one out in the top of the sixth inning, Cardinals third baseman Scott Rolen coming up to bat, and Cards centerfielder Jim Edmonds on first base, Mets skipper Willie Randolph went out to speak with his starter, Oliver Perez.

Randolph was debating removing Perez, but the 25-year-old lefty and catcher Paul Lo Duca talked him out of it.

Rolen had been largely worthless to the Cardinals this series. His surgically repaired left shoulder, which contains five screws, had quit on him with a month to go in the season. He couldn’t turn on a fastball out over the plate, and Cardinals manager Tony LaRussa, like millions of other people, had lost faith in Rolen’s hitting ability. The other day, LaRussa had benched Rolen, and the incensed third basemen stopped talking to his manager. The only good swing Rolen had had this series before tonight, was when Mets closer Billy Wagner threw him a two-strike gift slider, perhaps 83-mph, in the ninth inning last night, and Rolen smacked it into left field for a double. That double saved Rolen’s start for tonight.

Perez’ first pitch to Rolen was a fastball, and Rolen jacked it. As the ball sailed out of the park, Mets left fielder Endy Chavez made an apparently futile leap over the fence. Up, up, up he went, his glove rising 18 inches over the fence, as the ball came down … in his glove!

With the “snowcone” barely in the webbing, Chavez didn’t even know he had the ball, until he came down and looked in his glove. Seeing his good fortune, he grabbed the ball, and threw a strike to the cutoff man, who threw another strike to first baseman Carlos Delgado, to double off Jim Edmonds by a country mile.

Between innings, the crowd called Chavez out for not one, but two curtain calls.

While hitting .306 this year, Chavez was absolute perfection in the outfield, with 218 chances, including nine assists (in only 120 games), playing all three every positions. Recently, Mets manager Willie Randolph rightfully called him one of the best outfielders in the game. Mets fans had known that all season; now the rest of the baseball world knows it, too.

Meanwhile, the erratic Perez pitched the game of his life, giving up only one run in six innings. After seven innings, the game is still tied 1-1.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Yankee Pitcher Cory Lidle Believed Killed in New York Airplane Crash

By Nicholas Stix

Last updated at 7:15 p.m.

Recently acquired New York Yankee pitcher Cory Lidle is believed to have piloted the small propeller plane that crashed into an apartment bulding at East 72nd Street and York Avenue in Manhattan.

Lidle's passport was found in the street below.

New York Yankees owner George Steinbrenner confirmed to Fox News that Lidle was in the plane with an instructor, who also perished. It was not clear who was at the controls, when the plane crashed. Lidle, 34, left behind a wife and 6-year-old son.

Illegal Immigration Propaganda at the L.A. Times

By Nicholas Stix

I just sent the following letter to the L.A. Times (letters@latimes.com), regarding a piece of anti-American, pro-illegal immigrant propaganda it published on Saturday, by tenured alleged demographer, William Frey, of the University of Michigan and the Brookings Institution.

To the Editor:

Demographer William Frey opens his paean to unlimited illegal immigration (“A Country of Newcomers,” October 8) by claiming that “NEARLY 30 years ago, President Lyndon B. Johnson stood before the U.S. Census Bureau's Population Clock to proclaim the arrival of the 200-millionth American.”

“Nearly 30 years ago” (1977?), Pres. Johnson (1908-1973) had been out of office for eight years, and dead and buried for four. So much for history.

And in a veiled embrace of illegal immigrants and a transparently racist attack on white Americans, Frey misrepresents the costs and benefits of “immigration.” He dishonestly claims that the new immigrants want to learn English, and will support baby boomers via social security, neither of which is true, and dishonestly discounts well-founded opposition to illegal immigrants, who are already destroying entire regions’ health care systems, and taking jobs from working-class blacks and whites as the stuff of racist “white fright.” So much for demographics.

Lies are no basis for “a more rational discussion.”

Sincerely,

Nicholas Stix

Friday, October 06, 2006

Tigers Shut Out Yankees 6-0, Go Ahead 2-1

By Nicholas Stix

In Detroit tonight, Kenny Rogers, aka Mr. Walking-in-a-Run, pitched the game of his life for the Tigers, making the "Greatest Lineup Ever" look like a semipro team. Rogers hit the corners with 90-92 mph fastballs, and drove the Yankees to distraction with backdoor curveballs that broke late and dramatically into the strike zone, and with changeups that dipped into the dirt. In seven-and-two-thirds innings, Rogers struck out eight Yankee batters, scattering five hits.

One month away from his 42nd birthday, Rogers, a huge flop in separate New York stints with the Yankees and Mets, had a terrible postseason history, and a reputation for choking in big games and wilting late in the season. He also had had incidents of bizarre behavior in recent years, including attacking a cameraman. However, he has also had some of his finest seasons as he approached and then passed his 40th birthday. When Rogers pitched in New York, for instance, he rarely broke the 90-mph mark; tonight, the radar gun had his fastball consistently in the 91-92 mph range. This past season he went 17-8 for Detroit.

Several Yankees hitters got so frustrated with Rogers that they argued strike calls with plate umpire Alfonso Marquez -- even when the pitch in question had split the plate.

Detroit manager Jim Leyland has argued that the difference this year with Rogers is that the pitcher played much of his career with the Texas Rangers, where the lefthander would run out of gas in early August, as a result of the Texas heat. While coming north may well have helped the veteran, pitching in Detroit -- during the season and tonight -- also undoubtedly helped a player who could never handle the pressure of pitching in New York.

In a duel of over-40 lefthanders, each with over 200 lifetime victories, Rogers bested 42-year-old future Hall-of-Famer Randy Johnson. Johnson, who pitched in spite of a bulging disc and deteriorating skills, gave up five earned runs in five-and-two-thirds innings.

Johnson had suprising velocity, reaching as high as 98 mph, recalling his glory days, but was hampered by a botched throw during rundown with two out in the second inning by first baseman Jason Giambi, and by a questionable call at third base during the same inning, on a play in which rightfielder Bobby Abreu threw a strike to beat the runner, and third baseman Alex Rodriguez slapped down the tag, but the umpire ruled the runner safe. Both runners went on to score, in what became a three-run inning.

The Yankees now face elimination in the best-of-five series.

Monday, October 02, 2006

More Vote-Rigging at Amazon.com

By Nicholas Stix

See also: Banned at Amazon.

Had Amazon.com been in charge of the 2000 election, Al Gore would not only have emerged victorious, but with the sort of margins you typically see in communist dictatorships.

I just checked my reviewer vote totals for the first time in at least six months, and found that an Amazon apparatchik had once again – this wasn’t the first time – radically reduced them. If you go to Gilbert Highet’s The Art of Teaching, you’ll see only one positive vote tabulated for my June 27, 2003 review. But that’s not true.

I just dug up the file I saved of that set of my Amazon reviews on July 1, 2004. My June 27, 2003 review of The Art of Teaching had NINE positive votes (a perfect nine-for-nine).

How can I have eight fewer now than I had two years ago? That’s because Amazon staffers and/or supervisors have been rigging the vote totals since at least 2000, the first time they did it to me. Although some staffers were enamored of my reviews back then, and gave me a $50 gift certificate for a
book review, others apparently hated my politics and the fact that I was streaking up in the rankings.

While immediately posting the reviews of their favorites, such as Harriet Klausner, they would not post mine at all. And so I would keep resubmitting the same review – up to six times! When I would write to complain, some drone (I’d often hear from the same one) would lie to me, and say Amazon deals with every review as it comes in, without any favoritism. One time, I got a nice lady who admitted something wasn’t right with the suppression of a rave review I’d written of Sandra Stosky’s Losing Our Language. I never heard from her again. I hope her decency and honesty didn’t cost her her job.

Oh, yeah. Amazon’s apparatchiki would suppress glowing reviews of works whose politics they didn’t like, and at the same time, permit people whose politics they supported to post reviews that consisted of nothing but lies, attacking books they’d obviously never read.

Eventually, I started sending reviews directly to Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos ( think his e-mail was jeff@amazon.com). In 2000, after I don’t know how many resubmissions, someone finally posted my Stotsky review.

Ultimately, in October 2000, somebody exercised a veto, and the next thing you know, a supervisor ostracized a bunch of my reviews, placing them in a private section viewable only by Amazon staffers and myself. One month later, an Amazon supervisor purged all of the “private” reviews and their votes, pushing me down thousands of rankings.

When I complained, the supe lied, and said that I had quoted too much “outside” material in a review of Paul Johnson’s The Quest for God.

First of all, I didn’t quote ANY outside material; I quoted from the book at hand. And oddly enough, the (150-word) rule seemed to only apply to me. Other people quoted longer passages from books they were reviewing. And thirdly, even if the rule were true, it would have had no bearing on all of the other purged reviews of mine that didn’t quote at length (or at all, in most cases) from the books under consideration. Another review among the many purged, was my rave of Losing Our Language.

I stopped posting reviews at Amazon.com for a couple of years. Then I tried it again, from scratch, hoping I might not be noticed. Some of the reviews I posted were ones, like my “2003” review of Losing Our Language, that had been purged in November 2000.

But apparently, Amazon keeps some kind of watch list. And so, once I started climbing in the rankings, someone shut me down. My June 28, 2004 review of Lost Souls was posted under my name, but on a new reviewer page, so that I was back at zero votes, having lost the 400 or so votes I’d gotten on my previous reviewer pages, and having to start at scratch all over again. (As its censors well know, had Amazon never messed with me, I’d have continuously posted reviews since 2000, and would by now be a top 100 reviewer.)

When I wrote to amazon to complain, the apparatchik who responded lied through his teeth, insisting that I had submitted the new review from a different computer. I should be so lucky, as to have a new computer!

And so, I presently have three different Amazon reviewer pages with three different rankings.

So, if you’re ever at Amazon.com, and decide to check out a reviewer’s ranking, remember that the rankings are fictional, or what the law calls an exercise in “consumer fraud.”