PJ 93
CHAPTER 13
REC #2 HATONN
WED., APR. 27, 1994 12:42 P.M. YEAR 7, DAY 254
WED., APR. 27, 1994
RUSSBACHER
There is a great misperception which has arisen that somehow Commander Hatonn and/or his people in the immediate circle are no longer interested in Gunther or Rayelan Russbacher. How could such perception become presented? There is great concern and attention to the circumstances and we are most happy to ask that CONTACT run the information and petitions of Rayelan regarding Gunther. However, not always are things as they "appear to be". Am I going to have my people panic and frantically get involved in something that can only HURT the person involved, in Austria? Gunther was taken into custody by his own doing--he announced on debarking his flight into Austria that he was a "Federal Agent". That immediately set into motion a lot of things among which were that the parties traveling with him were HELD IN THE INTERNATIONAL STAGING AREA UNTIL THEY WERE ESCORTED BACK ON A RETURN FLIGHT TO THE U.S. AFTER HAVING DIPLOMATIC PASSPORTS DESTROYED!
Gunther was in need of medical attention and was immediately taken into custody and then transferred to a hospital setting--still in custody.
I believe the problem stems, at the immediate time, from the inability of our people to assist, in a financial manner, the family left in the U.S., i.e., Rayelan specifically. The lack of forwarding to her Gunther's "active" status Navy pay and support is unthinkable and annoying but not terribly unexpected under current circumstances. I am not going to divulge information which will be harmful to the persons in point in various locations. Further, we hope that within a couple of weeks or so there will be some assistance for her in order that she can maintain self for a bit longer and/or travel, at the least, to Austria to visit--even if it be only for fifteen minutes twice weekly.
So, why am I concerning myself with this? Because Gunther was "reactivated" and "promoted to the rank of Vice Admiral" and it is difficult to believe that Naval Intelligence would not be somehow overseeing his status. He needed a lot of help physically and for his own protection he needed to obtain such--in a custodial and protected environment.
Does this mean that he has no other problems? No, he DOES, in fact, have other "political" problems and, in that arena, you caring writers can AGAIN MAKE A MAJOR IMPACT! WRITE, WRITE AND WRITE SOME MORE.
You can send the cards to him and requests regarding him through (in care of): Social Worker, Mrs. Kirschlag, at Justizanstaltv Josafstadt, Wiccanburgwassa, 1082 Wien, Austria. Also, readers, you may well wish to contact and petition others as has Mrs. Russbacher, i.e.:
Herr Dr. Kurt Waldheim
In Care of:
President Thomas Klestil
The Federal President of the
Republic of Austria
A-1014 Wien, Austria
Postfach 10
President Thomas Klestil
The Federal President of the
Republic of Austria
A-1014 Wien, Austria
Fax: 011-43-1-53-56-512 [This would also suffice for Herr Waldheim.]
Mrs. Dr. Oltnar
Justizanstaltv
Josafstadt
Wiccanburgwassa
1082 Wien, Austria
[This apparently is the "Judge" in point.]
If you also wish to follow-up with Rayelan's contact with Amnesty International and the Red Cross--we only have FAX information:
American Red Cross
202-783-3432
Amnesty International, London office
c/o Mr. Butler: 011-44-956-1157
Any mailing needs to go by AIR MAIL or it will not get to Austria for WEEKS. Check with the Post Office for postage will be somewhere between 49 cents and 50 cents per 1/2 oz. for air mail service.
It would be thoughtful and supportive to also remind Rayelan that you remember:
Rayelan Russbacher
6016 Soquel Dr.
Aptos, CA 95003
Tel. and FAX: 408-475-7336
Gunther is a citizen of BOTH Austria AND THE UNITED STATES. We must not let it be "out of sight--out of mind". He has his greater work before him and it will be in behalf of yourselves so let us let him know that he is loved and remembered EVERY MINUTE and that nothing has changed in our support. Thank you.
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[Ed: Following are the latest faxes we have received from Rayelan Russbacher.]
RAYELAN RUSSBACHER 408-475-7336 Telephone and Fax
March 28, 1994
President Thomas Klestil
The Federal President
of the Republic of Austria
A-1014 Wien
Fax 011-43-1-53-56-512
URGENT
YOUR IMMEDIATE INTERVENTION
IS REQUIRED TO SAVE MY HUSBAND'S LIFE
President Klestil,
My husband, Gunther Russbacher v. Esterhaszy, was just arrested at the airport in Wien. I don't know the reasons, other than traveling without documents. If he is detained without medical care, I fear he will DIE. He fled the United States to Austria to GET medical care!!! It is our belief that if he stayed in the United States he would be killed.
Two weeks ago, the Mossad dispatched six agents from Tel Aviv to kill him. I watched them burn to death in front of me. They were killed by agents within the CIA. One week ago, Tel Aviv dispatched seven more agents. My husband, my mother and I went into hiding. On Friday, the 25th of March, we were told by friends within U.S. government agencies that it was safe for my mother and I to return home, but that Gunther was still in danger. He went into hiding with several friends.
I received a call from my husband several hours ago. He told me that he was in Austria. I sighed with relief because I felt that he would be safe there. Now I find out that he has been arrested.
President Klestil, for the last four-and-a-half years, my husband and I both have fought to stay alive. The Kissinger/Rockefeller branch of the United States Government have tried numerous times to kill us. Their last attempt on Gunther was in November of last year when he was forced to undergo emergency open heart surgery...surgery that wasn't needed. It is a miracle that he survived the surgery.
At the moment he is suffering from a kidney infection, possible pneumonia or bronchitis, liver disease, heart disease and unfortunately...he is dependent on alcohol. He became dependent on alcohol because he has been using it as a pain reliever. He was forced to do this because he is violently allergic to the pain pills that have been prescribed for him.
We have tried to "wean" him away from alcohol, but the strain on his heart was so great that his cardiologist recommended not doing anything until we could get him into a treatment center.
And here lies the reason for his entry into Austria. Gunther and the men that were advising him, felt that he would be killed if he entered a treatment center in the United States. And we all felt that he would die if he didn't get help immediately.
I still feel he will die if YOU don't intercede and dispatch someone to the airport and take him to a hospital. He requires alcohol every two hours or he will go into withdrawals. The withdrawals are so destructive to his heart that I fear they will trigger another heart attack. With one third of his heart "dead" from the "botched" surgery, I feel that rapid withdrawal of alcohol from his system would kill him.
Two-and-a-half years ago, when I made an urgent plea to President Kurt Waldheim to intervene and save his life, President Waldheim. dispatched the Consul General from Chicago down to Missouri to talk with the Governor. That action saved my husband's life. He was in prison in Missouri and had just been beaten, with nightsticks, by three guards. My husband is a hero in the eyes of many Americans. He was brave enough to try to tell the American people the truth about their government...and our government has tried repeatedly to kill him and me. Austria, and President Waldheim, are heroes in the eyes of these people because they stood up to the corrupt part of our government and saved Gunther's life.
Please...if you don't intervene IMMEDIATELY, I fear my husband will die while in custody in Austria. After four years of fighting the evil United States government to free him and keep him alive, it would be a tragedy if he died while trying to come home IN ORDER TO STAY ALIVE!
Please...please help him. The United States Government arrested him two days after we married and for four-and-a-half years I have worked to free him. He was freed in December and sent home to die.
We have only been together for three months of our five year marriage. If you send him back to the United States, I know we will be killed or thrown back into prison and then killed. He is an Austrian citizen; please give him protection, and please get him into a hospital before he dies. His life is in your hands. The eyes of the world are on you. Don't let him die. After all he has endured trying to get home to Austria, please don't let him die in the hands of Vienna security police.
My husband has not been well since his surgery in November, this combined with the alcohol has caused him to say and do things of which he is not aware. He is Very ill, please remember that.
May God bless you for coming to our aid once again.
Sincerely,
Rayelan Russbacher
408-475-7336
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RAYELAN RUSSBACHER
6016 Soquel Drive, Aptos, Ca 95003
408-475-7336 Telephone and Fax
April 18, 1994
Mrs. Dr. Oltnar
Justizanstaltv
Josafstadt
Wiccanburgwassa
1082 Wien, Austria
Mrs. Dr. Oltnar,
My husband, Gunther Karl Russbacher, is currently in a prison hospital in Vienna. I have been told by his social worker, Mrs. Kirschlag, that you are his judge, and if I wanted any information regarding him or his case that I would have to speak with you.
I have tried many times to reach you at the telephone number Mrs. Kirschlag gave me, but I have not been successful. Mrs. Kirschlag informed me that my husband's ex-wife, Peggy Neel, was successful in getting through to her, and that Ms. Neel represented herself to be his present wife. If you think that you have spoken with me, the present wife, let me assure you, that you have not. Ms. Neel is an FBI agent who is quite successful in getting people to talk to her and reveal things about my husband that an ex-wife has no business knowing.
Several years ago she pretended to be Gunther's current wife and obtained an Austrian passport at the Chicago Consulate. She has also emptied Gunther's bank accounts and lied about it to authorities, causing him to be arrested for passing bad checks. This occurred on the day Gunther and I married and he was arrested two days later. For four-and-a-half years I have fought the United States Government, and his ex-wife, trying to prove that the charges were "manufactured" (a government term for phony charges which were created to incarcerate and thereby silence him).
She has also beaten his children so severely that she was arrested for child abuse, but because of her status with the FBI, the charges were never pressed in court. The physical and mental abuse that Gunther's sons have suffered at her hands is enormous. If she were not an FBI agent, she would be in jail. The abuse goes far beyond physical beatings and mental abuse. I don't know if the boys will ever recover fully from what she has done to them. I tell you this, because I believe the only hope the boys have is to leave the United States and live in Austria with their father. Both boys are Austrian citizens and both want to be with their father.
Gunther and I were successful in getting his 21-year sentence overturned on appeal, but only after he had spent four-and-a-half years in prison. During that time, he suffered horribly at the hands of his jailers. Once he was beaten with night sticks while he was showering. This occurred barely six hours after getting out of the hospital. He was in the hospital because he had suffered a heart attack. During the beating, his leg was broken in three places, and he received a concussion. It was at this time that I first called President Kurt Waldheim and begged him to intervene with the state government in Missouri to save Gunther's life. President Waldheim sent the Consul General from Chicago to Missouri to see the Governor. At the time, Gunther was being held in the oldest prison in the country, just two blocks from the Governor's mansion. As a result of President Waldheim's intervention, Gunther was moved to a secure section of the prison.
It still took another three years to get him released and during this time there were so many attempts to murder him that I lost count. During that same time, my own government tried to murder me seven different times. They tried to kidnap me twice. At one point, the same group who surrounded and burned the compound in Waco, surrounded the house where I was staying. I was warned that I was about to be attacked, and I was able to escape. I have seen cars riddled with bullets and then exploded in front of me. I have seen assassins beaten, shot, run off cliffs and burned to death in front of me. I am not, nor ever have been, an employee of the United States Government. Unlike his first wife, I am not used to seeing people murdered. For most of my adult life I was a wife, married to a senior government official. My former husband, the late Dr. John Dyer, was the nuclear physicist who designed the nuclear warfare program for the United States Navy. As his wife, I lived a very protected and sheltered life.
After the first attempts on our lives, Gunther and I were advised by friends who had been in the same position, that the only way we could hope to stay alive was to begin releasing information on government crimes and corruption. Even after we went public with our story, the attempts continued, but they became more sophisticated. Instead of trying to kill my husband in obvious ways, government officials or their lackeys, tried to cause him to have a heart attack by withholding his heart medicine. God only knows how he survived.
The last attempt to murder him occurred on November 15th, 1993 when he was forced to undergo "emergency" open heart surgery...This surgery was not needed!!!. After the surgery, the doctors drained five pints of blood and sent him back to the jail to die. He was placed, just days after open heart surgery, in a cell covered with feces and urine, and forced to clean the cell himself!!! You have no idea what he has endured at the hands of this government.
The only reason that he was released was because our personal horror story had grown so large, and so many people around the world knew about us, that the government of the State of Missouri was being embarrassed. They wanted him out of their state, so they released him from the county jail where he had been sent after his 21-year sentence was revoked. But they still wanted to control him, so they held new charges over his head.
On March 13, 1994 there was another attempt to murder him. We were told by friends within the United States Government that the Mossad had dispatched six agents to kill us. We were warned to get out of our apartment. We were also told that the CIA had sent its own assassins to kill the Mossad agents.
Within an hour of the telephone call, we were contacted and told to return home because the problem had been "neutralized". On the way home, we saw the cars containing the Mossad agents. The cars were on fire, with the agents still inside. The very day that Tel Aviv dispatched these agents, the controlled media in this country dragged up unfounded and totally unsubstantiated charges against Kurt Waldheim. For two days our newspapers and televisions ran lead stories about Herr Dr. Waldheim being a Nazi war criminal. It was not a mere coincidence that these two events happened on the same day!
After a second attempt by the Mossad to murder Gunther, three friends took him to Vienna to put him in a hospital. By that time, Gunther had been fed a government "enhancement drug" used in mind control and programming called trichtomine. I was told that this drug brought on "immediate" alcohol addiction, which in turn caused his liver to swell and his kidneys to become infected. I have no idea what else my government said and did to him while he was under the effect of this drug. I have no idea what he was led to believe or what he was told to do after this drug was administered to him. All I know now and knew then, was that he needed medical care, but he was afraid that if he went into a hospital in the United States, he would be murdered. I did not know that the three men who left with him were taking him to Austria. I had been told that he needed to go into hiding before the Mossad killed him. I had no idea that he was going to Vienna.
When he left me, he was so sick that I knew he would die if he didn't get immediate medical help. It has now been over three weeks since I have seen or talked with him. As you can imagine, I am very worried about him. I have been told that he is in the hospital, but I haven't been told how he is and what has been done to him. I know my government placed devices inside him when he had open heart surgery. I don't know if your doctors have found the "micro dots" which were placed inside of him to track him and to trigger heart attacks. Ordinary doctors would have no idea what to look for, because ordinary people have never even heard of the devices available to the United States Government. Only a doctor who is familiar with how the intelligence communities work would be able to help him. I pray that you have access to such a doctor.
My husband has tried to escape this country and return to Austria ever since he escaped from a prison camp in Laos in the early seventies. He was sent into Laos by our government to free American prisoners of war. His mission was betrayed by Henry Kissinger who was hoping to win a Nobel peace prize for negotiating an end to the Viet Nam war. Gunther's mission would have interfered with his negotiations.
During his confinement in Laos he was tortured so horribly that it was only by God's grace that he survived. His fingernails were pulled out repeatedly until they never grew back. (I have enclosed a color photograph of what his fingernails looked like when he was forced to work in the prison kitchen. After the heart surgery, Gunther was given a shot of interluken to speed up the healing of his rib cage and broken ribs; the interluken caused his fingernails to grow.) During his repeated eighteen months of continual torture in Laos, his abdomen was sliced open and bamboo shoots were planted in his intestines. After they had taken root, they were ripped out.
I give you this information so that you understand what Gunther has undergone at the hands of my government. He tried to leave the United States after he recovered from his torture. But he was immediately setup by the CIA and charged with securities fraud. He was actually involved in a CIA operation to destabilize the Yugoslavian government by introducing millions of dollars worth of counterfeit bearer bonds into the country. The operation went ahead without him, but he went to prison. It was at this time that he was ordered to marry Peggy and his controllers within the CIA arranged his escape and sent him to Vienna.
After his sons were born, our government used them to keep Gunther in line. During the years that we were trying to stay alive by releasing information about government crimes, his boys sometimes paid the price. They were setup, just like their father, and put in jail. We were told that they would be raped and murdered if we continued to tell the truth. We stopped until we could be assured that we could protect them. But we couldn't protect them all the time. They have been beaten, and kidnapped, bones have been broken, jaws and shoulders dislocated, and their wills all but broken.
Gunther is now in your prison. I do not know why. I do not know how he is being cared for. In the last four-and-a-half years, my own government has tried to murder me, commit me to a mental hospital, arrest me and put me in prison. They have accused me of trying to assassinate President George Bush, they have murdered my friend and lawyer, Paul Wilcher, they have bankrupted me and my mother, they have cut off all our funds until we had to rely on our Catholic charities for food. Even today, I don't know where the money is coming from to pay the rent which is due in ten days. I have lived like this for four years while I struggled to free my husband and keep all of us alive. And now that he and I have been successful in freeing him from an American prison, he ends up in an Austrian prison. I am close to losing all hope that he and I will ever be able to live together as husband and wife.
After giving you this background information, I am asking that you review my husband's history and discover how he came to work for my government. He had no choice!!! If he had not gone to work for my government, members of his family would have been turned over to the Jews to be tried as Nazi war criminals. Just look at what they tried to do to Dr. Waldheim! The members of my husband's family, who were used as the pawns to control him, were not as lucky as Dr. Waldheim. These people had been forced, by my government, to come to this country and go to work for various agencies. If they ever tried to leave, their loved ones were killed or incarcerated, or the threat of this was held over their heads. This was part of the price that Austria paid in 1955 in order to become one country again. Many of its leading citizens and their children were forced into exile. This is a part of history that Americans aren't told.
My husband has been controlled by threats, coercion, incarceration and blackmail for over thirty years.
I am sorry that this letter has been so lengthy. I hope you will respond to this letter by telling me what charges my husband is being held on, and what treatment he has been receiving. I would also hope that you can tell me what the length of his sentence will be if he is found guilty. I also pray that Austrian justice is swift and tempered with compassion. In the four-and-a-half years that we have been married, we have only been together since December of 1993...a short period of three-and-a-half months. During that time he was so ill that all my time was spent trying to keep him alive.
Will my husband live long enough for me to ever get to know him? How long will he have to stay in prison in Austria? I worry that I will be held hostage in this country to insure that Gunther never comes back and never tells the truth. Even now I worry that "so-called" friends, who I know are government employees, have set me up in order to have me thrown in prison.
I have been told by the Counsul General in Chicago that Austria will not extradite its own citizens. I pray that this is true. If Gunther comes back to this country he will be thrown back in prison, and in his present condition, he would not live one day in an American prison.
Thank you for your time. I hope you will take the time to answer the questions I have asked. Since it takes over a week to mail a letter, could you fax your reply to the Austrian Consul General and ask Consul General Kreishbaum to fax your letter to me? Their number is: 312-222-4113 fax; 312-222-1515 telephone.
My telephone and fax number are the same, 408-475-7336. I will not have a telephone for many more weeks, because I cannot pay the bill. Gunther made many calls to Vienna while he was here with me. The bill is very high, and since I cannot pay it, it will be disconnected around the first of May. I tell you this because I am hoping you will fax a reply before it is disconnected.
Respectfully,
Rayelan Russbacher
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RAYELAN RUSSBACHER
6016 Soquel Drive, Aptos, Ca 95003
408-475-7336 Telephone and Fax
April 26, 1994
Herr Dr. Kurt Waldheim
In Care of
President Thomas Klestil
The Federal President of the
Republic of Austria
A-1014 Wien, Austria
Postfach 10
Dear Dr. Waldheim,
Once more I find that I must write to you and request your help.
It was February of 1992 when I first contacted you. At that time my husband had just been beaten by prison guards and thrown in the "hole", otherwise known as solitary confinement. In American prisons it is well known that men in the "hole" sometimes commit "suicide", and when I contacted you I was afraid that if someone of your stature did not intervene my husband would be found "suicided", a new term in the American language for a political murder victim.
I am sure that you know that my husband has been in the United States Navy for over 30 years, and that his only crime was knowing too much about the illegal activities of the United States Government, specifically the Iran/Contra scandal.
Shortly after I called you at home and asked for your help, the Consul General from Chicago paid a visit to my husband and to the Governor of Missouri. I know that it was his physical presence which saved my husband's life. You will always have my undying gratitude for what you have already done to save him.
Gunther and I were successful in getting his 21-year prison sentence in the State of Missouri overturned on appeal. He was released from incarceration December 15, 1993. While in custody he was forced to undergo open heart surgery (11-15-93). He never really recovered from the surgery; indeed, I am sure that was the purpose for the surgery. His condition continued to worsen, and no matter what we tried to do for him, it only succeeded in making him worse.
On March 13th of this year, we were warned by the CIA that Tel Aviv had dispatched six agents to kill Gunther. We were told to get out of the house while the CIA took care of the problem. About a half-hour later, while we were on the road, we were contacted and told it was safe to go home. On the way home, we passed the three cars which we were told belonged to the Mossad agents. They were on fire, with the agents still inside. The same day the Israelis attacked us, with intent to kill all of us, they also let loose a new attack on you, as I am sure you are aware. You understand, better than I, what the timing of the two events is about.
One week later another Mossad team was dispatched. Gunther, my mother and I were taken by U.S. Government agents and put under guard in hiding. The following Friday I was told that my mother and I could return home, but it wasn't safe for Gunther to go with us. I said good-bye to him thinking that I would see him in a few days, but in a few days the news I heard was very distressing.
I was told that the three men who left with him had decided to take him to Vienna to check him into a hospital.. However, Gunther was arrested at the airport and taken into custody.
For one week I heard nothing from anyone...no matter how hard I tried. Then a woman, identifying herself as Mrs. Kirschlag, a prison social worker, called to tell me that Gunther was in the prison hospital. She gave me the name of the prison: Justizanstaltv Josafstadt, Wiccanburgwassa. She also gave me her telephone number 222-40040 33601. She told me that the judge in the case is Mrs. Dr. Oltnar and her telephone number is: 222-40127 1593 or 1670.
I have tried to reach the Judge, but I do not speak German and no one in her office speaks English. I am afraid that in frustration, her staff has hung up on me. I cannot blame them.
It has now been five weeks since I have heard from my husband. All I know is that he is in the hospital recovering from an earlier surgery. He certainly needed medical help. Pm sure he would have died here in America.
I have heard nothing from my husband, from the Consul General in Chicago, or from the American Embassy in Vienna. All I want is to hear from my husband. I want to know how he is feeling and what his health prognosis is. I also want to know what charges he is being held on and how serious these charges are. I have discovered that the court should have appointed a lawyer for him, but I do not know who this person is.
I pray that you can do one more favor for me and find a way to have my husband contact me. After everything he and I have been through in our short marriage, I cannot bear the thought of him dying so far away, without me by his side. Please, can you help one more time?
Thank you for everything you have already done,
Rayelan Russbacher
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Letter received via Fax
Apirl 27, 1994
To: Mr. Butler 011-44-71-956-1157
Amnesty International, London office
From: Rayelan Russbacher
My friend Dominick, called you today and asked your advice about what can be done regarding my husband who is currently in a Vienna prison hospital.
I have received no word from my husband in over five weeks now. I am very worried.
While he was incarcerated and abused in the Missouri (USA) prison system, I kept your office and the Chicago office fully briefed. I know that the phone calls that were made by Amnesty International to the governor of Missouri helped us in obtaining his freedom.
His twenty-one-year prison sentence was reversed on appeal and he was released from incarceration December 15, 1993. In case you are not familiar with his case, I have enclosed the recent letters which were written to the Vienna Judge and to the President and former President of Austria.
I am trying to find out how he is and why he is in prison. I also wonder why I have received no letter from him.
I have also faxed you the letter which I sent to Dr. Hansak from the Vienna Red Cross. I do not believe that Dr. Hansak will ever receive this information because it first had to be approved by the American Red Cross. In other words, unless the American Red Cross allows the Vienna Red Cross to intervene in this matter, Dr. Hansak can do nothing. Is that really their policy? Is there any way you can fax the information to the Red Cross in Vienna?
Do you have an office in Vienna? If you do, can you fax this information to them? Thank you very much.
Rayelan Russbacher
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URGENT IMMEDIATE ATTENTION
April 27, 1994
To: American Red Cross
202-783-3432
From: Rayelan Russbacher 408-475-7336
Dr. Hansak, from the Vienna Red Cross advised me that I needed to go through you in order to obtain help from him for an Austrian problem.
He is awaiting the following information.
Please fax to Dr. Hansak as soon as possible. As you know they are six hours later than you. 9:00 AM EST is 3:00 PM in Vienna. I would very much appreciate it if Dr. Hansak received the documents today so that I can call him tomorrow.
Thank you
Ten(10) pages follow this cover sheet
If you do not receive all ten pages
Please call: 408-475-7336
Thank-you
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RAYELAN RUSSBACHER
6016 Soquel Drive, Aptos, Ca 95003
408-475-7336 Telephone and Fax
April 27, 1994
To: Dr. Hansak, Vienna Red Cross
From: Rayelan Russbacher, Mrs. Gunther Karl Russbacher
On Monday, March 28, 1994 my husband Gunther Karl Russbacher was arrested at the Vienna International Airport. I was advised of this by the three men who accompanied him to Austria.
I called the President's office to verify that this was true. President Klestil's secretary informed me that my husband had been arrested and taken to a hospital.
I called the Consul General who told me that he believed the charges were passport related. He said he would get back to me when he knew more.
For one week I heard nothing. Then a social worker named Mrs. Kirschlag called to say that my husband was in a prison named, Justizanstaltz Josafstadt, Wiccanburgwassa. He was in the prison hospital and he was doing fine. Her telephone number is: 222-4040-33601.
Mrs. Kirschlag also told me that his judge is Mrs. Dr. Oltnar. Telephone number 222-40127-1593 or 1670.
I was told that prisoners at this jail cannot make telephone calls. I was told that my husband has written a letter to me, but I have not received it. I was also told that if I go to Austria to visit him I can only visit for fifteen minutes on Monday and Wednesday.
I wish to hear from my husband. I need to know how he is. He was near death when he entered Austria. He had just undergone open heart surgery and was suffering many complications.
I am asking the Red Cross to visit him and make sure that he is alive and well. I would also like to know if he is receiving my letters, if he has written, if he needs any money, and why he is in prison.
The pertinent facts from his United States records show that he was born:
07-01-1944 in Kirchen
Mother: Elizabeth Weissel
Father: Karl Russbacher
His Austrian birth certificate will show that he was born 07-01-1942.
Thank you for your help. It will ease my mind greatly to hear from him or to hear that someone has seen and talked with him.
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Received Via Fax from Ray Allan Russbacher
To: Contact
From: Rayelan Russbacher
April 28, 1994
Dear Contact,
Thank you for your message on the Contact Hotline. Your Readers have already started calling and their loving messages of understanding and support have lifted my spirits more than you can imagine.
I am afraid that my human emotions are getting in the way, and I find myself caught in a continuous loop of worry and fear. Your callers, who felt moved to reach out and "Contact" me this morning, were successful in short-circuiting the loop for today. Thank you, and thank your Readers.
I have also enclosed the reply from the American Red Cross. I am not surprised at their "diplomatic" refusal to get involved. The American Red Cross has consistently stated to me that my problems with Gunther's incarceration and abusive treatment at the hands of the Missouri prison authorities, did not fall under their "mission's directive".
I have often wondered if I would have gotten the same reply if someone other than Elizabeth Dole were the Director of the American Red Cross. Gunther has repeatedly told me of her involvement, through a "blind trust", in a series of real estate and Savings and Loan scams and failures, which, if exposed, could make Whitewater look as serious as "jaywalking."
Thank you,
Rayelan
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AMERICAN RED CROSS
NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS
WASHINGTON, D.C.
FAX: (202) 347-4486
IF YOU DO NOT RECEIVE ALL PAGES, PLEASE CONTACT EMERGENCY COMMUNICATION AT (202) 639-3428.
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TO: Mrs. Ray Allan Russbacher
ORGANIZATION: 6016 Soquel Drive, Aptos, CA 95003
TELEFAX: 1-408-475-7336
TELEPHONE:
DATE: April 28, 1994
Dear Mrs. Russbacher:
Your fax of April 27th was referred by Mrs. Dole's office to the Office of International Services for action.
I have consulted with my colleague at the International Committee of the Red Cross concerning your husband's arrest and hospitalization. Regrettably the protections of the Geneva Conventions do not apply to this situation as it is not involving a conflict; ICRC would conduct a visit if your husband was detained due to war. National Red Cross societies, such as the Austrian Red Cross do not conduct this type of visit.
My alternate suggestions to you to secure the information you want concerning your husband's medical condition and his legal status are the following:
1) You may want to consider contacting the Overseas Citizens Service, U.S. Department of State at 202-736-7430. This office is responsible for securing information on the arrests of American citizens as well as medical reports. You may want to contact the U.S. Consulate in Vienna directly by phone: 011-431-31339 or fax: 011-43-1-5134351. The consulate usually receives reports on arrested Americans but your husband may have been too ill to advise the Austrian authorities of his American citizenship.
2) If you do not wish to use this channel you may want to consider contacting Amnesty International at 212-807-8400.
I regret I cannot offer more.
Sincerely,
/s/ Ms. Mary-Lou McCutcheon
Director, International
Social Services
CHAPTER 14
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WED., APR. 27, 1994 1:37 P.M. YEAR 7, DAY 254
WED., APR. 27, 1994
THE DEATH OF CAMELOT, Part 11
by Ronn Jackson
[H: I believe the next "Author's Note" refers to Ronn Jackson's "Employers", that which he now refers to, with us, as "The Committee". He will later give you information as to who are these people on this Committee and in Vol. 2 I believe he will present a resume of each. We do not want him in greater danger but that information has already become public so to longer try for secrecy is "too late" at any rate. That revelation is, however, up to his timing and discretion.]
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
For years I wanted to see them. I didn't need to speak to them, but rather to, physically, in their environment, observe them. If I were to examine my motives about this I'm quite sure it is that I wanted them to know that I knew who they were. When I speak of these as "my employer" I am making reference to "A-5" on the chart at the beginning of the series. [H: Not yet presented to us.] He is the one person that I talk with and it is he who gives me my instructions. It is he who pays me and he who is the chair-person of the "Committee". Prior to what I am going to tell you, it is my belief that the Committee was not aware of my extensive, knowledge. Neither do I believe that it was thought that I was capable of obtaining such knowledge. As you read you will find that from nineteen-eighty-three (1983) to when I made the decision to sever our association, all was not easy with which to deal. I recognize that I am to blame for the strained relationship and the reason for my behavior was indeed simple: Receiving instructions and a large sum of money was not enough. I believe it can be summed up in one word, CONSCIENCE!
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Passing the Air Force Academy, I pulled off of highway twenty-five. It was late afternoon and the cadets were flying the gliders. I guess it was part of their flight training and I enjoyed watching. A Colorado highway patrolman stopped to see if I was having problems and he ended up watching them for a while with me. After several minutes I thanked him for stopping and continued on with my northward journey in progress.
A few miles ahead of me was a small town by the name of Monument. As I approached the town I noted the speed limit was reduced which indicated I would have to drive through a business section or that there was a stoplight ahead. I saw a fast food sign and decided I might as well pull in and have a sandwich as it was time to eat and I was hungry. At the intersection of the off-ramp I noticed, across the road facing me, a huge sign advertising a sale of some kind being held by the Resolution Trust Corporation. The sale involved some condos. After looking at my watch I realized the "resident agent" for the RTC would be on duty for another hour and, since I was curious and had several hundred thousands of dollars in my travel bag--I decided to have a stop-see. My curiosity was more for the part played by the President's son and his involvement. I had also heard you could get some really good buys. I wasn't into dealing in other people's misery and along those lines I noted the sign stated: "New and Unoccupied". I thought it wouldn't hurt to take a look.
The agent said the units had just been refurbished and were released for sale the past week. Several speculators had been by and she (the agent) said she didn't expect the properties to be available for very long. I questioned that pronouncement as the sign had indicated there were some fifteen hundred units of two and three bedrooms up for sale. She further explained that the units had sold for seventy-nine and eighty-four thousand--new.
I asked, "How much now?" She responded, "Fifteen or so..." I bought ten after seeing one.
I gave her a deposit and drove back to Colorado Springs and rented a room. I was going to close this deal as quickly as possible. She had told me that on a sale of this size that the government would pay the closing costs. No wonder the government was going broke, I thought.
The following day I signed my name at least a thousand times and the agent introduced me to her husband who "just happened" to have a management company which took care of renting out such places as mine. For twelve percent he would take care of everything and when he gave me a copy of his bond and I verified it, he had a new client.
I had just completed a project for my employers. It was not a job that I would normally do but then, I have never received a written job description. I am purposely being vague at this time because in order for you readers to understand the whole of the situation you need to know a great deal of information. Much of what was transpiring was leading up to an event which had not yet occurred.
My instructions for this task were to assist another person who was also employed by my people, the Committee, and to formulate a plan of escape. Once the plans were complete, only myself and the Principal involved were to have knowledge of those plans. Once all of the details and arrangements would be instituted I was to walk away with the knowledge and leaving the Principal on his own--in the event it was necessary to implement said plan.
The Principal was from another country and is known to you. He is a person who, when I met him, I did not like him. I met this person once prior to this time and my opinion of him had not changed from then until now and continues to be the same. He is a violent person and has shown that he has total disregard for life.
The plan was in the form of a safety valve. I designed it as follows: His location, the general vicinity, was known. I found a location for him for security in an adjacent country with escape routes, transportation and so on. If the heat at the second location was too great I made a third in Central America, a fourth in Southern Mexico, a fifth in Belize, a sixth in Northern Mexico, a seventh in Baja California. Because of the identity of this person I had to calculate all the resources that would surely be brought to bear in order to locate him. He would need to be totally hidden and yet he would need freedom to move about so that he could continue his business. His main employer was also mine and this was the important point.
The final part of the plan required a lot of thought for he had to have the ability to move freely and yet his pictured face had been plastered all over the damned world. I chose the most logical approach which was simply not to "try" to hide him at all and put him right in open view where he would least be expected. That would be right here in this country working as a field laborer. I had an eighth place in mind as well and that would be in the Imperial Valley, the ninth was on the Central California Coast, and the tenth would be somewhere around Salinas. In that way he would be able to maintain his output. I was not overly optimistic about the latter.
The last leg of the whole operation had just been completed some two days before. That part included a work area and home in a remote area where it would take an army to get him out because of its location. The place is only accessible by air and yet it is all but invisible from the air. My thoughts about an army could very well come to pass.
My stopping off in Central Colorado had been one of those "on the spur of the moment" things for my destination had been north of Denver. Therefore, when my personal business was completed I was again heading west to some skiing.
With that intent I was later on my way up a mountain where I stopped to eat and gas the car. While I was in the restaurant I picked up a copy of the Rocky Mountain News. As you will later learn, one of the methods of contact with me was through a series of "St. Jude" ads which would be placed in the "Personal" column in several newspapers. When I would have been out of contact for an extended period of time and yet not knowing in advance where my travels might lead, it was found that this was a very effective way to summon me.
Prior to going on my previous assignment I had quite a discussion with my Employer about the frequency of my assignments and he had agreed to space them out a bit better and on parting his words were that he would contact me "only in an emergency". However, it seemed to me that everything was an emergency. I was sitting now, drinking coffee and debating whether or not to call him or simply wait for a couple of days. I had some reservations at a resort in Vail but at that time of the year it wouldn't be too crowded. There had been a couple of snowfalls at higher elevations and a lot of people were starting to "think" like me but there would not yet be a big rush of skiers. So, maybe there might be an emergency.
I called in and the sanction was located north of Denver which was less than a hundred miles from my location. That job took two days and in the interim the Rockies had picked up twelve inches of new powder.
I was enjoying completion of my second full day of skiing and I saw the population of Vail increase by some ten thousand people. It appeared to be a very good starting of a good season. With pleasure I thought I would spend a great deal of my time there.
Wrong! It seems I next found myself on the way to France some three hours later. I ended up in England for nine days, also, while completing this particular sanction. I was really "steamed" when I finally went to the airport to return to the U.S. The only field I could get into was Dulles since there was such short notice. I thought to myself that I should go see my Employers and yell at them a little, letting them know how I really felt! I thought better about doing that but did consider stopping by and making an appearance. I wasn't sure what that would accomplish but somehow it seemed that it might make me feel better. I wasn't sure what, if anything, I was ready to tell them but I was soon going to find out.
I checked into a hotel which was three blocks from their location. All manners of thoughts passed through my mind such as whether or not they had separate offices, did they meet in one big office, did they have secretaries, who else knew of their existence, were there guards in the facility? I wondered how much resistance was going to be given to my unannounced entrance. I had no idea but I was going to find out and I was going to find out NOW. I started walking....
I had no weapons on me and after all I was in this country and going to meet, or see, those who employed me. I wasn't looking for problems and from my viewpoint they were my problem, or was it the other way around? Perhaps there wasn't any problem. Maybe this was all in my mind. When I reached the building I pushed open the double doors and entered.
There was no one in the entrance. There was no guard. There were a few potted trees and two large doors directly in front of me I walked to them and opened one and strolled in. In the center of the room was a table with several chairs spaced around it. Most of the chairs were occupied. There were two men who stood at a blackboard and until I walked in all the attention from the table had been directed towards them. I closed the door and the two men standing walked over and sat down. The room was large and along all the walls were charts and graphs. Several other blackboards were in various areas and some two or three deep. There was a desk in the right corner of the room and an older man sat at a computer terminal. He started to get up and I saw a motion from the corner of my eye. He sat back down. Not one word had been spoken by anyone present.
I walked to the end of the table while not taking my eyes off of the man at the opposite end. I started to say "A-5" but for some reason did not. My gaze followed around the table to the other members. I recognized ALL of them. This was the first time I had seen any of them other than in the newspapers or on television. I was, however, certain that every one of them knew me. Still, there was not a word spoken.
I moved around the table and walked around the room looking at what was written in the chalk boards and at the graphs. I kept the men in my vision at all times. No one had made any effort to move. After I had made a full circle I walked back to the table. I then started walking slowly around it until I came to the head. "A-5" had not moved and I don't think his gaze had ever left me. I stood looking at him for a few seconds and then I looked at each of the other members seated at the table. Still, not a word had been uttered by anyone. I turned, then, back to the man at the head of the table. I had not reported in on my last job. I said, "My last project is complete." He stared at me for a moment and then bent over to a satchel. He hesitated briefly and then very slowly reached inside of the bag and pulled out a package. As he did so I thought about how many of those I had seen. He handed it to me, saying nothing. I just stood looking at him. He then reached down and pulled out a manila envelope and handed it to me also. I hesitated for a minute and then took it. I turned and walked out through the same doors, closing them behind me and not looking back. Not one word had been spoken by any one in that room.
Back in the hotel I flopped down in a chair. I still had the two packages in my hands. I surely hadn't gotten much said, I thought, as I pitched the one containing the money onto the bed. I then opened the manila envelope, assuming it contained another assignment. WRONG! There was a deed to twenty more condos at the complex in Colorado. (060220-728943)
THE DEATH OF CAMELOT, Part 12
by Ronn Jackson
AUTHORS NOTE:
The following chapter contains portions of a letter that I wrote several weeks ago. [H: This segment was penned on 1-29-93 and labeled (3) #11.] Because of the contents I decided to incorporate it into the book. Since the original book was written over two years ago, not much has changed. The publisher was upset when I told him of my upcoming plans. However, after he had read it, responded with, "In the future please give us thirty days notice on any additions you are planning on making." [H: This is now obsolete information as it is evident that person no longer exists and the publishing is being handled through other resources.]
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A couple of weeks ago I sat down and wrote the Attorney General of the United States. I did it mostly out of frustration after watching the "nightly news". The two top stories were of the unemployment situation and the other about the drug King-Pin from Colombia. The latter I am most familiar with as I have more information on him than have all the combined law enforcement agencies on the earth. As I have stated before, I had contact with his products. As you may have noticed, I did my job well and I always had the current information that was supplied by my Employer and then, if needed, the rest of the background I researched on my own. The combination of the two was always adequate and on many occasions it had saved "Number One's" backside.
The context of the letter was for venting my outrage of the country's overall social and economic level and my beliefs of why it is in the shape in which it finds itself today. I summed up my beliefs in two words: WASHINGTON and DRUGS. I also supplied him with the major drug distribution network in this country and made him an offer that could go a long way in solving our country's problems.
Before I go into what I suggested I would like you to know that I didn't expect an answer to my letter. Washington's attitude in general is, and has been for years, that the common man means NOTHING except at the time of voting in elections. One can be on the campaign trail and talk with you and try to show interest in your problems and then when that one goes to the next potential voter he has already forgotten his promise of only a few seconds prior. When he gets into office he has made so many statements and promises that he tries to lump them all together and says that he is for the "common man". So often it is that he has never been in the position of a "common man" that he, himself, has to guess what it might be like to be such and every time he is a long way off course.
Most elected officials do not go into office with any idea of distancing themselves from the electorate but, when they are confronted with the physical limitations and the vast numbers involved, they quickly retreat to the position of self-preservation. They surround themselves with people who are experts and in the most part take the advisor's word on any given subject. That supposed "expert" is wrong in the majority of instances almost all of the time . (Look at Sununu who has an I.Q. of over a hundred and sixty and yet is dumber than an armload of cow-dung.) The officials also take the attitudes that someone who is not within their own circle cannot possibly have any knowledge such as is possessed by themselves. Therefore, anything that is offered "cannot have substance".
In short, the electorate is totally and absolutely disregarded. What I have said has been proven over and over again. The circle goes on and on. Perhaps it is time for more women to enter the political arena. Men seem to have tried to run things since the beginning of all time and history but what has been recorded historically is failure upon failure. [H: As Ronn would look at today's Binaries and Hillary's Hellcats, I wonder if he would repeat this observation?]
My offer to the Attorney General was quite simple. It would involve drugs and the distribution of them. I supplied him with an organizational chart in semi-detail and gave the upper three levels of the network--minus the names. I even went a step further with greater information. The principal country of manufacture is Colombia. Three separate families control the majority of it. The worldwide distribution is controlled by TWO men who are both heads of State. My offer, as I said, was simple. I would deliver all three to the United States for prosecution. Moreover, I would agree to TESTIFY. This would be after certain conditions would be met. If they wished, since this was cocaine to which I was referring, I would throw in a fourth party and include the chief heroin supplier as well. Since this one is in the Far East and I won't have a bunch of bumbling politicians looking over my shoulder, there is an excellent chance of success.
The problem, as I view it, is that Government cannot be all things to all people. They are attempting to do something of which they have no knowledge. [H: Sorry Ronn--they are simply criminals and stupidity or knowledge has very little to do with anything. You may well be sophisticated in some arenas of action--but quite naive in perception of others.] In an effort to curtail drugs, with the media's assistance, we have made the top people in the drug business into folk heroes. They are the very worst kind of criminals and not only are they ruining the moral fiber of our country but they are killing our children while perpetuating their evil way by addicting our unborn as well. [H: But Ronn, the major players and dealers ARE IN YOUR GOVERNMENT! IT IS THE BIGGEST AND GREATEST "BUSINESS" AROUND!] They continually laugh at our efforts to circumvent what they do and charge off what minor inconvenience we cause as an expense of doing business. [H: The facts ARE that those of whom you speak are only PARTNERS of the very ones within the government for whom you worked.]
Another problem I see is in the distribution network within this country. Am I the only one to see that every day people are arrested and sent to prison only to have two more take their place? Does it not strike you as being odd that no matter how many people go out of circulation--the supply never dries up? That can only be because we are not seeking the source. Well, I am going to tell you the source. It is the system that prosecutes the drug people along with the support people with them. Primarily they are the civil servants of one kind or another. Several of these people work for the man to whom I wrote my letter, William Barr. [H: Now it is beloved sweety-pie, Janet Reno!] Well, there is a revolution of sorts in the works and there are many other people involved. This is not some early stages of revolution but rather the beginning of this country's being reverted BACK to how it was intended to be governed, by and for the people.
There won't be any lobbyists involved nor will there be "government" funds. The ones involved will have used their own time and have only asked each other for one thing--assistance. Not one single fact-finding committee was formed and about half are Democrats and a couple such as Perot and some remaining members are still quite faithful to the Republicans and this is in spite of what Bush and Reagan have done. All are heterosexual in orientation and have children, shop at Safeway and Penney's, and some even go to church on Sundays, not to impress voters but because they WANT to and you'll find them driving American cars and so forth... Each will have filed tax returns last year and each and every one paid their property taxes as expected. Of the men concerned, all served in the armed forces and the women are guilty of baking cookies occasionally. One of the things that all have in common is that none have participated in the burning of the American flag, all know the "Pledge of Allegiance" as well as the "Star Spangled Banner" and are sick and tired of the passing of the buck, rhetoric and pure and unmitigated B.S. [H: That of course means Balderdash Sasquatch.]
All of these people believe that a tax increase is probably going to be necessary and would be happy to share responsibility by contributing to our government that which is necessary and that is covered by sufficient funds to insure that help. Each would contribute time in the helping of others. No one with whom I would work is seeking any kind of recognition; enjoy most apple and cherry pie, baseball, football and a little golf perhaps and would drive Chevrolets if General Motors would raise the QUALITY up to Ford's level....
We are just people here--Grass Roots. Remember us, Washington? We are the ones that made it possible for you to vote yourselves a fifty percent pay raise. We are the ones that make it possible for you to maintain a high standard of living while you force people onto the streets with your inept, uncaring, and thoughtless policies. This reminds me of a saying my father used: "People who play with matches and bounce checks, get their fingers burned and broken."
I volunteered to do something for this country because it is doing that which I have been doing for years. If I am not successful then my life will go for something that, under the circumstances, is for the right reasons at the least. I have no special interests other than those of this, my country.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is the second part of three of a conversation I had in 1974. In part one of this particular conversation I made vague references as I relayed the story to you. The conversation was with Earl Warren. The second party will be discussed later as he was a sanction. This short piece is how it was told to me by Justice Warren, IN HIS WORDS.
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When I arrived at the lounge the time was nearing the hour of five. The establishment was just opening. There were no patrons present and the room was very bright. I stood by the entrance thinking that someone would seat me. After a few minutes a gentleman emerged from a rear entrance and lowered the lights. He saw me standing and told me to have seat anywhere I wished. I chose the bar. I ordered a cocktail and set in to wait for "the" Gentleman's appearance.
I drank my drink slowly and observed several people coming into the lounge area. Most of them were casually dressed and most appeared to be in the medium income category. I listened to a number of conversations and the topics covered the norm for the area traffic on the Bayshore Freeway, the Giants baseball team and the weather in the Bay Area. From my vantage point I could see the stadium. I believe it's called "Candlestick Park". While looking off in the direction of the stadium I noticed that the lights came on. I overheard one of the patrons mention a game. The traffic on the freeway below us was in five lines, bumper to bumper, and I remember thinking that it might delay "our man", if indeed a game were being played.
When the gentleman did arrive I didn't notice him at first. In fact, if I recall the circumstances of the moment accurately, there was a lull in the conversations and my feelings were that there was a "presence" near me. It is difficult to describe my reason and feelings of the moment. I looked to my right where a man stood, dressed in a suit and tie. He was of average height and weight and wore glasses. I remember the glasses very well as they were the type that you associate with older people. The half-lens style, yet he was a younger person. He spoke pleasantly and the person behind the bar seemed to know him. I listened to them speak and the subject laughed when the person behind the bar said that he had won a baseball pool which he had entered on his last visit. Soon the Bartender brought me a drink that I had not ordered. It was the custom of the winner of pools to purchase a drink "for the house" with his winnings.
I listened to the conversation for several minutes and even joined in a few times. I tried to visualize the subject's character by his voice and from the manner in which he spoke. I found him knowledgeable about a number of subjects and he dominated the conversation, although he did this in a manner which was not offensive.
My interest became more intense when I heard the stock-market mentioned and soon the subject was explaining "puts" and "calls". I marveled at his explanation and found it to be remarkably accurate. The conversation then moved to government and then to the State of California. I remember thinking that if anyone wanted to really know something about a subject that this would probably be the place to get it. The conversation was most substantive and I decided it was time to become involved. I motioned to the bartender to give the bar a "round". I thought that I would purchase a round in order to start a conversation as the subject would make acknowledgement of the offer.
He did so and I stood and walked the distance of the three intervening stools, put out my hand. "I remembered your comment about eye contact with the subject, Sir, have you ever looked into his eyes?"
I had interrupted his telling of a story and added, "What about my eyes, Mr. Justice. There is nothing strange about them."
"I know that, but they do have some sex appeal," he responded.
"Buffalo dung," I retorted.
This was the only occasion on which I spoke with Justice Warren. The balance of the conversation appears later. He died a few months after we spoke. The reason he gave me for having this conversation with me was that he knew, and told me so, that he was near death. He also said that by him telling me about this conversation, I might find it of value one day. Also, he said that I had a right to know. (060220)