When my father was Professor Emeritus at Bethany College (having served the majority of his career at Pitt), he found himself in the strange honor of being asked to introduce Gerald Ford to a small gathering of professors. He said, it may seem odd him introducing Mr. Ford, who everyone knows, and maybe he should start by introducing himself.

Father was a humorist, born in Iowa, and the author of splendid books, both published and unpublished, noteably, "Humanizing the School", "Root 'n Oop, Here Come the Glozier" and "America's Stake in Human Rights". He and I were stamp collectors and I heard his war stories in childhood. Luckily so, because it was the only way I would have learned that George Bush, who my father never named, blamed daddy for the loss of his plane at sea. This is what makes finding letters from 1974, initialled GB, when Bush was with Central Intelligence, planted on my home, blaming me for the murder of John Lennon so chilling.

In 1978, I won the Pennsylvania Governor's School Scholarship for Poetry and travelled to Bucknell University for a Summer. It was the triumpal end of a rehabilitative process. In 1974, in childhood, I had been savagely, savagely attacked, tortured, left deaf and traumacose for life. The men who tortured me were named Ronnie and Kasper, just like Reagan and Weinberger.

In 1979, confused and horrified by encirclement by what appeared to be a police syndicate, who tried to frame me for armed robbery, I hitch-hiked from Pittsburgh to St. Louis to hear Robert Fripp play his electric guitar. This called attention to me and when Fripp and his Gurdjieff Cult learned of the letters planted on my home, they cut a deal with Bush and blamed me.

Meanwhile, as a Medical Library Clerk at Pitt I became suspicious, in 1984, about the time of my father's death, that AIDS is manmade. I pursued the men who earmarked me up to Mt. Desert Island where I was used in a pre-meditated mandatory AIDS testing war game. Fripp sided with these men and alibi'd them. I secured proof that this operation was pre-meditated, that coward Fripp was lying, and went back to Pittsburgh hoping to find out what on earth Fripp thought he was doing. As he continued attacking me, I unearthed the old letters and saw that he was helping those who released HIV blame me by framing me for the murder of John Lennon.

The lies of this coward Fripp defy description. He spread TERROR LIBELS about me, challenging me to prove I was not, of all things, a date rapist. Without a victim. And in his rampage over Lennon he lashed out at a deaf retarded woman, legally a child, who also has epilepsy, and his forces raped her. I happen to believe both Larry Flynt and Yoko Ono involved in this atrocity. They were doing things like pouring blood outside my home and Oliver Stone printed my name in Cineaste Film Quarterly and Asian Cult Cinema Magazines to brag of the agency behind the tactics. He tear gassed me in my home at age 41, tortured me into seizures and forcibly separated me from my loved one. After many cruel depradations by these horrifyingly disordered celebrity villians, we live under death threats in mounting trauma.

I had given information of child torture to Peter Gabriel because he claimed to be from Amnesty International. He responded by optioning the men who tortured me in gradeschool for Hollywood and inciting them in pitiless acts of stalking and other abominations of my rights. We had been forcibly driven from our home in childhood. You cannot imagine the suffering of seeing your mother in such tears, her only son deaf for life.

This case was heard in U.S. District Court, State of Washington, where it was ruled, "unable to establish jurisdiction". My father's book, "Humanizing the School" is dedicated openly to, among other men, Dr. Martin Luther King. I was virtually strangulated by the publishing industry, led by Lewis Lapham at Harpers' Magazine who vilified me as seeking victim "status".

This is an effort to plead for intervention and also a warning about these horrible criminals associated with Lennon.