Saturday, December 29, 2018

Pax Deorum

This is what it sounds like inside my head.


Pax Deorum

... domine o venite o sacramentum  [disces m]eo deo
    domine o venite o sacramentum  [disces m]eo deo
    domine o venite o sacramentum  [disces m]eo deo..

    Athair ar neamh dialinn
…Athair ar neamh dialiom

   Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum.
   Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum.

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Peace of the Gods

Latin: Lord, come and promise us, O God
Lord, come and promise us, O God

Irish: Father in heaven, heavenly father

Latin: Believe that every day that shines upon you is your last
Believe that every day that shines upon you is your last

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The last 2 lines are from Horace:

Inter spem curamque, timores inter et iras,
Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremum:
Grata superveniet quae non sperabitur hora.

Amid hopes and anxieties,  amid fears and wild rages,
Believe that every day that shines upon you is your last:
A welcome, unexpected hour.

- Epistles (20-14 BC)  Book I, epistle iv, line 12 

Wednesday, December 19, 2018

At the Mercy of Inspiration

Leroy Anderson: Child of immigrants, Harvard Grad, Swedish Scholar, Speaker of 8 languages, a Swede in Catholic Boston, Intelligence Agent in World War II.  Composer of Bugler's Holiday.  Fevered nights he would lie awake remembering the war.  Swedish conjugation.  Taunting by Irish and Italian kids about his colorless hair.  Tossing and turning, sweat pouring from his brow, he would rise, go to the piano and sit and let the notes come to him.

Baaa-rrrrut dut dut dut
deedleedleet deet deeditt deeditt
Brup brup brup brup
deedleedleet deet dee...


It is good, he would think. His mind would drift to his service in the war.  Sure his northern looks gave him an advantage in the cat and mouse game of penetrating the echelons of the Third Reich, but he paid the price for it stateside.  The sideways looks he'd get before boarding trains.  "Mr Anderson, could we please talk to you, over here?"  The interviews in windowless rooms, where he would sit waiting for the proper official to arrive to peruse the papers.  Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours.   As his memories of it made him bob once again like a cork in the sea of time -- like Einstein, a passenger through cosmic dimensions,  a time traveller-- his mind would whorl in a maelstrom of memory and recrimination. From peaks to troughs, past drunken revelries, the lows, the highs, the lovers.  Through the haze he would find himself once again in the now, on his piano bench in the dark, suddenly aware of a steady beat, like a metronome.  The ticking of the clock on the wall.  Tick, tock, tick tock... And just like that it was happening again.  Back to the piano he would turn and let his fingers speak for him:


A glimpse of his hands poised on the keys put him back at HQ, back from a mission behind enemy lines, typing reports on the old Underwood.  Hands on keys, keys unlocking the mind and organizing thought.  Nothing important at stake. Only the future of Western Civilization.  Western Civ, like that class he took at Harvard.  The all-nighters cramming Scandinavian grammar into his brain.  Post-positive definite articles. Supine forms of verbs. The sing songy tonality on the language tapes that tortured him in his sleep. Jag längtar, du längtar, han / hon / det längtar.  Many a night there was no sleep.  Reading, thinking, digesting, synthesizing.  The void of white paper filling up with black ink from the ribbon, words coming like a trail of ants pouring out of the Id, out of his fingers in search of a signal, some morsel of cake to claim for the colony.  Ribbon after ribbon, word after word, letter after letter. Like a perverse piece of art from Dali.  Or a music.  Tack tack tack... Ding!


Ding!  Time for school in North Boston.  His 10 year old self races toward the entrance trying not to be spotted by his usual antagonists.  Too late!  O'Reilly and Fonzini come bearing down on him.  Sure he brought meatballs, herring and bullar in his lunch.  Even Swedes had to eat.  Did that excuse the kids who tried to shove his face in it?  Why couldn't there be Peace and Brotherhood?  This was the season of it, was it not?  And as he lay on the cold Boston street, his face still moist from snow and from the herring that had been rubbed into it, sweet music rescued him.   As it would all his life.  Music from Grieg, Bartók, Stravinski. Was anything more spiritual than a Bach cantata?  He could never equal it but someday, he could try.




Saturday, December 15, 2018

On Language


One of my aspirations in life has been to come to an understanding about what language is and how it came to be.  Errant career trajectories and tangents (to say nothing of intellectual deficiencies and personal tendencies toward sloth) have prevented me from contributing to human understanding of the questions myself, but the curiosity has remained with me and led me to indulge in readings on the subject throughout my literate lifetime.  Forthwith I present an understanding I have come to, thanks to the writings of principally Noam Chomsky, with contributions from Robert Berwick, Stephen Pinker*, Douglas Hofstadter and Daniel Dennett.  The ideas are adapted from my limited, unguided and to some extent, chance readings of these writers. My contribution has been the application of my understanding to them which if wrong nevertheless informed what I've come to think of as a wholly integrated view which is convincing to myself.  The beauty is that if I'm wrong or my understanding is incomprehensible, then I can just say "Oops!" and be done with it.  If I'm right, the implications are nearly as inconsequential.  So take this for what it's worth.

My interest in language was originally particularly in the variety of spoken forms of it. Surely only a comparative study of languages living and extinct would reveal the nature of language. But in the course of reading about it, I've become convinced that the nut of the question is more properly what were the biological pathways that made language itself a universal feature of human populations.  The differences in expression are a fascinating and worthwhile icing on the topic but the cake itself is the phenomenon of language, which can be considered essentially a unique biological adaptation that permitted the revolution in human cognition that underlies human society, technology and history-- and indeed the only hope of getting us out of the mess it's gotten us into.

Language is a tool for thought-- perhaps best thought of as a module for translating mental computation into comprehensible structures to be consumed by one's conscious cognition.  The building blocks of language are not the words and sentences we feed into Google Translate, but rather pre-verbal operations of cognition.  One of these operations, called MERGE by linguists of the minimalist program school of thought, merely carries out the rules for combining two elements into a third which can then further combine with other elements.  That there are rules for how merge operations are carried out is the basis for what could be considered universal grammar.  To whatever extent one buys into this notion, it seems evident that a grammar of some kind comes with birth.  Anyone who has observed a human child acquiring language has to have been struck by the speed with which it all comes together-- speech, comprehension, vocabulary, grammar, syntax, creativity and innovation.  Clearly we come equipped with tools in place for applying language to thought which have only to be activated through the interaction of a developing human mind with the world.

About thought, it might best be understood as a co-functioning within the human organism of modules of cognition.  The modules presumably evolved biologically; in this way humans are innately capable of availing themselves of them, and there is no need for each human to "devise" them from scratch within his or her lifetime.  As some extremely oversimplified examples, there might be a math module-- or a system of them-- that at a basic level handles one's understanding of numerical relationships of external objects. Another module might relate objects to each other as a way of forming analogies. One or more might be concerned with recognizing and maintaining relationships of the humans one sees regularly, including kin structures, authority and judgments of character-- who can be trusted and who cannot.  Still another might filter the operations of modules that float to consciousness under an umbrella of identity-- this would be the module that convinces me that I'm me and that it is I who am having these thoughts.  Through this module one might engage modules of compassion, style, music, humor, emotion or aesthetic appreciation.  The model is broadly outlined-- macro-modules may call micromodules the way an application calls a library of dlls.  The challenge (and fun) is in trying to understand how the micromodules function.

It’s all mysterious to what extent say beauty is culturally defined and to what extent it’s biological, but I admit I’m more inclined to think that our experience of beauty is itself a biological module.  Then again I believe culture is a biological module.  Do I know what that means exactly?  No I do not, but it seems to me that as Chomsky says is true with language, it’s implausible that this stuff  (say, a drive to adorn oneself in a certain fashion) can be constructed out of whole cloth within an individual in a lifetime, let alone in every individual within each of their lifetimes.  It would be a more typical scenario if, just as with the development of a limb, an individual develops a tendency to adorn herself in a certain way due to evolutionarily adaptive biological pathways.  In other words, we come with the beauty software and the culture software pre-installed and the software gets configured for each individual as the computer gets use. 

As I understand it, language development in humans probably occurred originally as a result of a mutation (or a chain of mutations) that was sustained in a small segment of the population not through natural selection but through something more like chance.  Chomsky for instance believes when a population evincing a mutation is small, the trait doesn’t have to be adaptive to be spread through sheer dumb luck; and in fact it is dumb luck—not natural selection-- that prevails at the stage at which a trait has not had a chance to be adaptive.   New traits are almost never adaptive because they’re almost by definition freaky.    The point is not that natural selection doesn’t have a place in evolution of an established and adaptive trait, but that it almost certainly has no part in the origin of a brand new trait and is therefore an inadequate explicator of the beginnings of human language which were certainly unique in terrestrial natural history.

A counterpart to human language that evolved independently per Chomsky and Berwick in their 2016 book, Why Only Us: Language and Evolution (MIT Press) is birdsong.  It’s another example of a complex communication system that emerged autapomorphically (i.e., by itself at the end of a branch.  You can still see the birds on the branch too,  just singing away!)  Birdsong is not a language though it entails very similar degrees of development of many brain areas that overlap with language proficiency in humans, but like language it’s unique.  The equipment used for it existed in pre-birds, but it took a mutation in a proto-songster bird to put the equipment to use as song.  Similarly pre-speechifying humanoids had the equipment but it took a mutation in proto-speechifying humans to put the equipment to use as language.  And according to Chomsky and Berwick, stochastic evolution – i.e., pure mathematical probability—accounts for the propagation of the traits to enough progeny for it to become adaptive.

I’m inclined to agree with Chomsky that language is essentially an organ or a system (akin to the circulatory system). How does any organ evolve?  This is the question.  Consider mutations of existing apparatus that operate on the equipment.  The equipment evolves.  It tends to be multipurpose (tongues taste and lick in addition to forming consonants and vowels) but it’s not infinite in purpose (tongues can’t fly you to the top of a tree—there’s a kind of natural logic to what equipment can be used for and the kind of mutations we’re talking about would tend to expand these uses along a “predictable” frontier.).  Let’s pretend language is just the ability of the tongue to make sounds.  In this view, pre-language-capable humans just taste and lick with their tongues, but due to a mutation a pre-human has an innate ability to control sounds with it. At first this is just a freaky thing but the mutation (which is in her DNA) gets passed by chance to some of her offspring who by chance pass it to some of theirs and so forth.  With the increase in tongue sounders, this freaky thing grows in importance and perhaps the humans equipped with this ability find themselves making complex sounds at each other just because they can.  Clearly it takes a lot more than an agile tongue to speak a language, but humans have been evolving for a million years.

Chomsky does not speculate all that much that I’ve ever seen.  He talks about “well-understood” principles and observations and combines them with qualified principles and obligations to make other observations.  He doesn’t do thought experiments per se and wouldn’t flounder around in that wilderness I was getting lost in in my last paragraph.  But I can’t help but try to paint a picture that if not accurate at least has verisimilitude.  The point is trying to grok a likeness to reality, not necessarily ascribing to my story the mantle of reality.  I’m also keenly aware that my ability to understand reality is not a prerequisite for the truth of reality.  I think Chomsky is comfortable with reality not being comprehensible, let alone pretty and entertaining.  I admire that in a fella.

To summarize, language evolved as an internal tool of thought first, so humans originally had an abstract method of computation and cognition evolve in them, part of which involved the potentiality of externalizing that thought through sounds and visual symbolism, and that potentiality was exploited independently in several places to become the multitude of languages that exist today.  So the capacity for language is what evolved; languages themselves are historical and cultural artifacts of human exploitation of the externalizability of this capacity.
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* Far better on language and cognition than on social and cultural criticism.  In fact, forget his other stuff.

Sunday, December 2, 2018

December

December doesn't start until you've heard this bracing haiku by Regina Spektor:



December starts on Sunday, next Sunday
Won't you feel happier then?
Turn your room upside down
Turn your down upside -

Rumors have started that you are in love again.
Rumors that are completely unsubstantiated . . .

Come on and say you're sorry,
Real sorry for the trouble that you caused.
Can't you see all this love?
Can't you see all this love?

Come on and say you're sorry,
Real sorry for the trouble that you caused.
Can't you see all this love?
Can't you see all this love?

We are not evacuating this house
We don't believe in you and your wrecking crew

We are not evacuating this house
We don't believe in you and your wrecking crew

We don't believe in you and your wrecking crew

We don't believe in you, we don't believe in you

We don't believe in you, we don't believe in you

We don't believe in you.

We don't believe in you . . .
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In further keeping with the December spirit, we offer this carol (The Devil Come to Bethlehem):


Bonus: A little bit of liquid humanity from Dance de Lis:


Saturday, November 24, 2018

Umbrella Man - Epilogue & Selected Bibliography

When François Duvalier heard the news from Dallas, he naturally took credit for it.  Months later, the American Marine advisor to the Haitian Army heard about an excursion several Macoutes had made to Washington in the Spring of 1964, to the site of Kennedy's grave in Arlington National Cemetery, where they reportedly collected dirt and air samples to bring back to Papa Doc for use in vodou rites.  Following Kennedy's death, Duvalier had an easier time of things with Lyndon Johnson.  Duvalier, now openly referring to himself as President for Life of Haiti, never mellowed. Yvonne Hakime-Rimpel who had lived to tell about a gang rape involving Duvalier in 1957 and managed to keep a low-profile in intervening years was recognized by a Macoute one day in the mid 60's and brought in to headquarters for torture and questioning. She was sure she could see Duvalier watching through a small window designed for spectating.  Once a scholar and doctor, he now spent his time exclusively among the torturers of his secret police.  There were reports that he had begun attending the tortures he ordered in person, and if he did not like the way things were going, he had on occasion taken the nearest pistol and killed the victim himself.  Yet he died at 64, still in office, of poor health on April 21, 1971.  The cause was diabetes and heart disease.  His 19 year old son Jean-Claude, known popularly as Baby Doc, succeeded him and continued in his father's footsteps until he was chased out of the country (with $120 million in tow) by a military coup directed by General Henri Namphy in 1986.

Clémard Joseph Charles, the former banker and ally of Duvalier who with the aid of George de Mohrenschildt secretly pursued ambitions to replace him, eventually aroused the suspicions of the justifiably paranoid Duvalier. Preparing to fly to Washington to meet with President Johnson's people to make his case again in 1967, he was challenged about the purpose of the travel by Duvalier himself.  Charles said he was having a medical procedure done there.  Duvalier asked what the  procedure was.  Charles said he was having his tonsils removed.  Duvalier asked what was wrong with having Haitian doctors perform the procedure.  Before long Charles was on a table in a dirty operating room in Port-au-Prince having an operation he did not need.  Soon he found himself in Fort Dimanche prison, which put an end to his plotting for the rest of Papa Doc's days.  Released from prison after 10 years he surfaced again in 1981 as the author of an op-ed piece in the New York Times writing as chairman of the Federation for the Liberation of Haiti on behalf of the "Boat People"  trying to flee to the US by sea from the Haiti of Duvalier's son, Baby Doc and being imprisoned for the attempt to score political points for another celebrity American president.  Nearly a decade later, he was back in the news in 1989, having had his name removed from candidacy for president of Haiti on the basis that he was wanted in New York on charges of bank fraud.   Charles died in Haiti sometime after, never having achieved his ambition to be president.

For a time following Kennedy's death in Dallas, George de Mohrenschildt, now residing permanently in Port-au-Prince as director of the Haitian Holding Company he'd started with Clémard Charles, this putative employee of François Duvalier amused himself on social occasions by dropping into conversations his connections to both Jacqueline Kennedy and Lee Harvey Oswald.  But almost from the start, his association with Oswald caused him problems.  He and his wife Jeanne were by his own account, among the first to sign the book of condolences for Kennedy at the US Embassy in Port-au-Prince, but were subsequently "ostracized" by the Ambassador, and  de Mohrenschildt learned through back channels that someone with authority in Washington had warned Haitian officials against him and urged them to fire and deport him-- vainly as it turned out.  Originally, de Mohrenschildt disavowed a close relationship with Oswald, and, proffered the opinion that due to his mental state Oswald had acted in ways that pitiably might never be understood.  By Joan Mellen's account he would publicly deliberately misspell or mispronounce Oswald's name as "Osval" in a show of indifference.  In April 1964, de Mohrenschildt came to Washington to testify before the Warren Commission, and reportedly met several times with former CIA director Allan Dulles while in town.

In 1966, he and his wife Jeanne left Haiti and returned to the Dallas area to live.  In 1967, he was interviewed by New Orleans District Attorney Jim Garrison who was prosecuting Clay Shaw as a conspirator in Kennedy's death.  Garrison came to believe that de Mohrenschildt's role was an unwitting one, and that de Mohrenschildt felt Oswald had been framed.  In 1976, de Mohrenschildt and his fourth wife Jeanne divorced, though they continued to function as a married couple. That same year, de Mohrenschildt completed his memoir of the de Mohrenschildts' friendship with Lee and Marina in Dallas from the summer of 1962 until April 1963.  The narrative makes a passionate case for Oswald's innocence, primarily on the basis of his character, which de Mohrenschildt paints as sincere, principled, highly unconventional, but intelligent and consistent.  The Oswald of de Mohrenschildt's memoir, bitter though he is about the American political system, has no motive to kill a president he considers flawed but decent. In the memoir, de Mohrenschildt also describes the difficulties the notoriety has engendered, causing him to lose business and reputation.  He even offers an explanation for the storied 14 month Latin American walking tour taken with his wife at the end of 1960 through 1961: it was a way of handling grief over the death from cystic fibrosis of his infant son with third wife Wynne Sharples.  The title of the memoir was taken from what were reportedly Oswald's last words, a sentiment that de Mohrenschildt the memoirist endorses: "I am a Patsy!  I am a Patsy!"

 In 1976, the slow motion fraying that had marked de Mohrenschildt's life since the assassination  had become an unravelling.  He complained of visions and voices and became paranoid about being pursued by the CIA and "the Jewish Mafia."  His now ex-wife had him admitted to a psychiatric hospital.  He was out by the end of the year.  By 1977, he was employed as an adjunct professor of French at small historically black Bishop College in Dallas.  Gaeton Fonzi, an investigator for the House Select Committee on Assassinations made inquiries.  de Mohrenschildt had given indications on several recent occasions to various journalists and interviewers that he wanted to tell everything he knew.  Money could not be ruled out as motivation, but the committee was interested in his story.  At the time, de Mohrenschildt was in Manalapan, Florida,  visiting his step-daughter form an earlier marriage.  de Mohrenschildt indicated to Fonzi his eagerness to meet and ultimately to testify.  He was dead the next day of what the coroner said was a self-inflicted gunshot wound.  Jeanne de Mohrenschildt remained skeptical that her gun-phobic ex-husband could have killed himself in that way.  (Don't ask Bill O'Reilly.  He wasn't there.)  It was March 29, 1977.  George de Mohrenschildt was 65 years old.

The Umbrella Man, Louie Steven Witt, died in Dallas on November 17, 2014, at the age of 90.

In March 2016, President Barack Obama made the first visit to Cuba by a sitting US president since Calvin Coolidge in 1928.  During the 3 days, Obama met with Raul Castro (President of Cuba since 2008 when his brother Fidel bequeathed the office to him)  to reestablish relations between the two countries, arrange to exchange prisoners, and relax restrictions of travel and business.  Former president Fidel Castro, who had openly expressed skepticism about the move on the basis that he did not trust the US, did not meet the American president but he did send a message that Cuba "has no need of gifts from the empire." (Did Trump subsequently undo some of the agreement? Of course.)   Castro died November 25, 2016. He was 90.

In the Dominican Republic, Ciudad Trujillo was restored to its original name, Santo Domingo, following the dictator Rafael Trujillo's assassination in 1961.

In December 1990, Jean-Bertrand Aristide, a Roman Catholic priest who had directed a major protest movement against Jean-Claude "Baby Doc" Duvalier before the younger Duvalier was driven into exile in 1986, won what is considered the first truly democratic election in Haiti's history on a reformist platform.  His attempts to put restraints on the military were met with a coup in September of 1991.  In an effort to pressure the coup leaders to step aside, the international community imposed an embargo on Haitian goods.  President George H.W. Bush negotiated an exemption for American corporations doing business in Haiti, ensuring that the embargo mostly hurt Haitians.  Only when Bush's successor, Bill Clinton had pressured Aristide in 1994 into accepting a US occupation of Haiti and abandoning economic reforms, requiring him instead to sign onto International Monetary Fund programs of loans granted on condition that Aristide impose austerity measures in order to repay them, did he make good on a campaign promise to restore Aristide to office.  It was not the last coup, occupation, revolt, policy imposition or contested election in Haiti.

On January 12, 2010, a 7.0 Earthquake, the worst in Haiti in 200 years, killed more than 100,000 and left 1.6 million homeless.   An international relief effort headed of course by former US President Bill Clinton descended on the country to direct relief and reconstruction.  As could be expected, the Humanitarian Coalition privileged International Security forces and Corporations over non-profit medical and humanitarian relief organizations for the resources and services it controlled.  Later that year, as a cholera outbreak claimed the lives over 10,000 more, it was discovered that a UN Peacekeeping base had leached contaminated fecal waste into the Artibonite River, a major source of water for the Haitian people.  Although at the time, the UN denied it could have been the source of the epidemic, it has since apologized without acknowledging responsibility or liability for compensation purposes.

As regards the post-Duvalier years in Haiti, Joan Mellen has observed:
Not much, it seems from reports, has changed up to today. It seems so obvious ...  that the one alternative not yet pursued is a Haitian economy by and for Haitians. And yet…the problem may not be Haitian at all, but the absence of disinterested leadership in countries outside Haiti that involve themselves with Haiti.
In 2014, the Haitian government made an international demand for reparations for the misery of slavery, over which its forebears triumphed to make it the first black republic, and among the first independent nations in the history of the world, in 1804.   In contrast to the reparations Haiti was forced to pay to France for the loss of its plantations and slaves in 1824, Haiti's demands are not expected to be honored.

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Selected Bibliography

Abbott, Elizabeth. Haiti: The Duvaliers and Their Legacy. McGrawHill, 1989. (Later edition: Haiti: A Shattered Nation. McGrawHill, 2011.)

de Mohrenschildt, George.  I am a Patsy! I am a Patsy!  (unpublished work, later published in edited form (by Michael A. Rinella) as Lee Harvey Oswald as I Knew Him. University Press of Kansas, 2014)

Dunham, Katherine. Island Possessed. Doubleday, 1969.

Greene, Graham.  The Comedians.  The Bodley Head, 1966.

James, C. L. R.  The Black Jacobins: Toussaint L'Ouverture and the San Domingo Revolution. Vantage Books, 1963.

Marcelin Brothers (Philippe Thoby-Marcelin & Pierre Marcelin).  Canapé-Vert. Farrar & Rinehart, 1944.

Marrs, Jim. Crossfire: The Plot that Killed Kennedy.  Carrol & Graf, 1989.

Mellen, Joan. Our Man In Haiti: George De Mohrenschildt and the CIA in the Nightmare Republic. Trine Day LLC, 2012.

Pfeifer, Julia.  'The Loa as Ghosts in Haitian Vodou', from Ghosts - or the (Nearly) Invisible: Spectral Phenomena in Literature in the Media, Maria Fleischhack and Elmar Schenkel Editors, Peter Lang AG, 2016.

Rodman, Selden. Haiti: The Black Republic.  The Devin-Adair Company, 1954.

von Tunzelmann, Alex.  Red Heat: Conspiracy, Murder and the Cold War in the Caribbean .  Henry Holt and Company, 2011.
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Umbrella Man:
Part 1: Ayiti
Part 2: Bèl Gason
Part 3: The Émigré
Part 4: The Opening
Epilogue & Selected Bibliography


Thursday, November 22, 2018

Umbrella Man - Part 4: The Opening



A light rain was falling in Fort Worth that Friday morning, November 22, 1963.  Shortly after President John Kennedy rose at the Hotel Texas where he'd spent the previous night he descended with his wife to give a short speech at a breakfast hosted by the Chamber of Commerce.  Kennedy's entourage had flown in the night before from San Antonio, the second leg of a campaign trip to the state that had also included stops in Houston in advance of the coming year's election.  Next on the itinerary was a trip to the Dallas Trade Mart for a luncheon at 12:30 co-sponsored by three local civics groups, an occasion for another speech.  Kennedy and his running mate Vice President Lyndon Johnson had narrowly won Texas in 1960, thanks mostly to the Texan Johnson, and didn't intend to lose it in 1964. So against the advice of some advisors who were concerned about how it would look if his troubling poll numbers in the state and Dallas's reputation as a hotbed of some of the most regressively right wing politics on the spectrum were manifested in the crowds, Kennedy had proceeded with plans for an open limo motorcade through downtown via Main Street on the way to the Trade Mart on Stemmons Freeway.

The visit had been in the news for a week, and both Dallas papers had maps of the planned route in their morning editions.  In the Dallas Morning News, whose headline read "Storm of Political Controversy Swirls Around Kennedy on Visit", someone named Bernard Weissman of "The American Fact-Finding Committee" had placed a full page ad headed "Welcome Mr Kennedy to Dallas" which then verbosely proceeded to decry Kennedy's softness on communism and enumerate acts of treason in the form of why questions (sample bullet point: WHY have you scrapped the Monroe Doctrine in favor of the "Spirit of Moscow"?  Tag line: "MR KENNEDY, as citizens of these United States of America, we DEMAND answers to these questions, and we want them NOW.")  It was not an isolated sentiment.

The source of much agita around the administration was Cuba, the site of the embarrassing failure of the Bay of Pigs invasion two years before. The invasion had been planned by the Eisenhower administration, who had run out of time to implement it when outgoing Eisenhower's vice president Richard Nixon (an architect of the plan) unexpectedly lost to Kennedy in 1960; it was disowned by the Republican planners before it had had a chance to fail.  The invasion was largely responsible for driving the unaffiliated and not especially ideological Fidel Castro under the Soviet umbrella as a means of protection against future US aggressions against the country that Castro had only so recently wrested from the dictatorship of Fulgencio Batista-- a brute more to the US's liking, whose absence was also felt by big money interests that so much of US foreign policy served and by the intelligence apparatus that increasingly engaged in an ad hoc and rogue form of foreign policy itself.  Since the Bay of Pigs fiasco, repeated attempts to eliminate Castro had failed, and everything had come to a head with the Cuban missile crisis of the prior October when the US had discovered that the Soviet Union had installed nuclear missiles in Cuba, 90 miles from US shores, without the knowledge of the US.  The tensions had brought the world literally to the brink of nuclear war.

Kennedy's record with Cuba raised the ire of a number of groups.  Anti-Castro Cubans and the CIA operatives actively plotting with them for one.  For another, the military which partisans felt Kennedy has misused in both the Bay of Pigs and the missile crisis, and sold down the river by signing a non-proliferation agreement with Russia in the aftermath.  Big Business and the mob had reason to be frustrated with the way things had gone in Cuba-- the closing of casinos and brothels in Havana when Batista had been pushed out had cost them over $100 million a year. And of course the virulently Anti-Communist right wing ideologues of the John Birch Society (which was well represented by members of the Dallas Police - who had purposely been given limited security responsibilities for Kennedy's visit by the Secret Service)  hardly needed an excuse.  It wasn't the prospect of nuclear annihilation that vexed the right-- it was communism winning the day right beneath the nose of the US. And it was threatening to happen again in Southeast Asia.

The gripes were numerous.  The Kennedy administration had sided with Martin Luther King Jr on issues of Civil Rights that would not be deterred, whether the American South was ready for it or not, and some thought Kennedy had taken an especially heavy hand in the integration of the University of Alabama.  Anti-Catholic bigots feared the influence of the pope.  Even monetary policy zealots were outraged over a Kennedy proposal to have the government withhold interest payments from Federal Reserve Bank lenders when paying back loans.  It was nothing out of the ordinary to have bitter hatred engendered in every corner of the woodwork by a fledgling Administration.  But it might have been unusual to have landed on the wrong side of vodou.  Yet President François Duvalier of Haiti whose insistence on flouting the Haitian constitution to remain in office in that country just this past May had caused Kennedy to respond with warships in Port-au-Prince harbor--  and whose brutality and unwillingness to just go along with US foreign policy in the hemisphere in the effort to restore Cuba to the fold of US influence had inspired Kennedy to turn off  the tap of vital aid to the country for more than a year by November 1963-- had invoked a curse, officially pronounced in a ceremony only last month.  The story went that a vodou doll of Kennedy had even been stabbed 2,200 plus 22 times, as an invocation of Duvalier's most powerful number.  Dolls not really being a part of Haitian vodou, there may have been nothing to the story, but Duvalier had so cultivated an association with his loa (spirit), the vodou lord of death-- the dapper, cigar smoking, cane or umbrella toting rogue, Papa Gede-- that he may have been channeling him when he confidently predicted, "The big man in the White House isn't going to be there much longer."  And today was the 22nd.

The rain stopped by 10:00 am.  The ground dried.  It had turned into a warm, clear Indian Summer day.

The flight from Carswell Air Force Base in Fort Worth to Dallas Love Field on Air Force One was short.  The president's jet landed at 11:30 AM. At Love Field, Kennedy was greeted by a large and enthusiastic crowd. He and first lady Jacqueline Kennedy spent several minutes shaking hands with the crowd before climbing into the back seat of the dark Blue Lincoln Limousine behind Texas Governor John Connally and his wife Nellie.  In the suddenly warm and clear weather the bubble top with which the limousine was normally fitted had been removed.  Lyndon Johnson and his wife Lady Bird were one car back in the lineup. At 11:45 the procession of autos left for the Trade Mart via downtown Dallas.  The motorcade had been scheduled for noon to maximize attendance from those on their lunch breaks.  The weather assured a huge crowd lining the route-- it was estimated at 150,000.  On the way, the motorcade stopped twice, once so Kennedy could shake hands with a group of Catholic nuns and again for a group of school children.  As it approached downtown via Main Street, the motorcade took a right turn on Houston Street and then a very sharp left turn a block later onto Elm Street.  At 12:29, the motorcade reached Dealey Plaza (named for the founder of the Dallas Morning News whose namesake was the current mayor and no fan of the President).  Lining the plaza were tall buildings that made the Secret Service on detail nervous, among them the Texas Schoolbook Depository, current employer, since October 15th, of the ex-marine Lee Oswald who had returned from a "defection" to the Soviet Union a little more than a year ago with a Russian wife and a baby on the way, and who, after a separation had been renting a room in the city by himself (under an assumed name by some accounts) since September, following a summer in New Orleans.

Meanwhile, the crowds on the route were enthusiastically cheering the president.  Secret Service contacted the detail at the Trade Mart to let them know the motorcade was 5 minutes away.  The noonday sun was becoming hot, but just ahead, the Triple Underpass with the ramp leading to the Stemmons Freeway was visible.  Jacqueline Kennedy later remembered thinking the underpass would provide some relief from the heat.  Nellie Connally turned to the president and said, "You can't say that Dallas doesn't love you."  The last words Jacqueline Kennedy later remembered her husband speaking was his reply to Mrs Connally's comment: "No, you certainly can't."

As Kennedy's motorcade approached Dealey Plaza, a man dressed in black suddenly opened a black umbrella over his head.  By some accounts he twirled the umbrella or swung it in an arc from left to right.  Others have said he pumped it up and down several times. In the home movie that Abraham Zapruder happened to be taking which captured events as they occurred, Kennedy's limousine drives from the left of the frame to the right down Elm Street.  It is momentarily hidden behind a sign for the Stemmons Freeway.  When it emerges at frame 206, an open umbrella is captured and is recognizable at the bottom of each frame until frame 233.  In the same length of time, close analysis of Kennedy reveals that he was hit while the limousine was obscured by the highway sign.  A look of distress is on his face and his arms raise to his throat. The time was 12:30.  A few seconds later, at least one more shot hits the President in the head causing the head to jerk back and a burst of blood and tissue to erupt from the back of the skull.   Jacqueline Kennedy stands up and climbs onto the back of the limousine where she is met by Secret Service Agent Clint Hill (in Dallas at Mrs Kennedy's request) who has climbed onto the trunk from behind.  He sprawls over the trunk in an apparent effort to protect the President and First Lady from further shots and Mrs Kennedy turns back to her seat.

Within moments of the shooting a motorcycle in front of the president's car began to lead it at high speed to Parkland Hospital nearby.  The president was in the operating room by 1:00 pm.  Doctors later described Kennedy as moribund on arrival.  Priests were called; last rites were administered.  At 1:33 PM Dallas Time, an hour and 3 minutes after the shots rang out in Dealey Plaza, President Kennedy was officially pronounced dead.

In the noise and confusion of Dealey Plaza, and of America in 1963, the accounts of what had transpired began to differ.

 First reports indicated smoke and shots came from a grassy area that was forward and to the right of the president's car as it approached the Triple Underpass, which UPI reporter Merriman Smith apparently was the first to describe as a "grassy knoll" in reports issued within 25 minutes of the shooting. (Walter Cronkite conveyed the UPI reports of shots from a "grassy knoll" less than 20 minutes into CBS's coverage of the assassination, which interrupted the soap opera As the World Turns at 1:40 PM in New York.).  Before long, a story began to emerge (attributed to a small "colored" boy in Cronkite's first description of it) that the shots came from a second floor window of the Texas Schoolbook Depository to the rear of the caravan.  Officially, as determined by the Warren Commission and the 1978 US House Select Committee on Assassinations that took it up again 10 years later, the shots came from a single gun, from the 6th floor window of the Texas Schoolbook Depository, from one lone gunman, Lee Harvey Oswald. 

Although Oswald had left the depository by 12:31, it did not take long for the lone 6th floor window gunman version of what had happened to come together and a description of the person of interest to be broadcast to Dallas police.  Oswald, found by police at the Texas Theatre during a showing of the movie War Is Hell, was arrested at 1:45 PM for the death of Dallas Police Officer JD Tippitt who 30 minutes earlier had recognized the suspect from a description over his radio (although Oswald had taken a bus ride home after he'd left the depository to change clothes), and been shot to death as he got out of his car to arrest him.  After more than 10 hours of rough interrogation, Oswald was charged also with the murder of the president at 11:28 PM.  Oswald's shooting the morning of Sunday, November 24 by Jack Ruby, a Dallas nightclub operator with police, mob and (of course) Anti-Castro connections, in the parking garage of the Dallas Municipal building as he was being escorted from a court appearance to armored transport back to jail, ensured that there would be no due process.  Oswald was dead of his wounds barely 48 hours after Kennedy.

The events of the day in Dealey Plaza have been scoured ever since for truth, and for meaning regardless of the truth.   Details that might go unnoticed and that might have had no significance otherwise were amplified and magnified, frequently distorted to make them fit a narrative.  Mysteries invited conjecture.  Conjecture invited mysteries.  What was the long black object being held by the canine-like "black dog man" seen standing behind the pyracantha bush on the grassy knoll?  Who were the three hoboes walking calmly in a line along a fence at the edge of the knoll just after the shooting, one of whom bore a striking resemblance to E Howard Hunt of Bay of Pigs fame?  What happened to the film that a woman in a babushka was seen taking?  Why was a man on this beautiful day in November suddenly brandishing an umbrella?  Some of the questions answered themselves. Two theories evolved about Umbrella Man.  One was that the umbrella was actually a weapon which was designed upon being opened to shoot a flechette tipped with a paralyzing agent into Kennedy's throat, immobilizing him for the Dealey plaza shooter or shooters to finish him off.  Less thrilling but possibly at least somewhat more plausible, others surmised that the opening of the umbrella was a signal to the assassins to commence fire.

Years later, Louie Witt of Dallas was invited to speak before the US House Select Committee on Assassinations (HSCA) investigating the Kennedy Assassination for the second time in 1978.  He was an insurance salesman at the time of the assassination, a man "of conservative mind."  He was there at the chairman's request to confess that he was the infamous "Umbrella Man" in Dealey Plaza November 22, 1963.  The umbrella, he said, was still in his attic unused for the 15 years since the assassination.

Witt had brought the umbrella to Dealey Plaza that day to taunt Kennedy with it he said.  The protest could be understood as it related to the President's father, Joseph Kennedy's support of British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain's appeasement stance toward Adolph Hitler in the 1930's, taken as a means of keeping Britain out of the brewing World War in Europe.  Chamberlain had a habit of carrying an umbrella.  The attribute had been used in political cartoons critical of his stance, and by extension, per Witt, umbrellas had been used to taunt Joseph Kennedy.  It wasn't even Joseph Kennedy's stance that Witt was protesting, he said.  He had just understood that Kennedy's son John would see the umbrella and understand it as an insult, which was all he had intended to convey.  The umbrella as anyone would be able to see was not a weapon as fanciful conspiracy theorists had elaborately surmised.  It was no signal to assassins to commence firing on the president at the precise moment that the umbrella opened.  It was just a dumb protest of one very sorry man, a troll before his time.  For no one was more shocked and saddened by John Kennedy's assassination occurring at the very moment that the umbrella was opened than Louie Witt.  If anything could be learned from the incident it was that Louie Witt's opening of the umbrella was a case of the wrong man in the wrong place at precisely the wrong time.

Witt's story completed the official version of events in Dealey Plaza.  But one spiritual being had to laugh as he lit his cigar.  Papa Gede had foretold the day.  Invoked by François Duvalier, he saw the human chain that ran from Duvalier to his scheming banker Clémard Charles, from Charles to his amoral partner in business and in anti-Duvalier conspiracy, the Russian born Texan George de Mohrenschildt, from de Mohrenschildt to his CIA babysitting project in Dallas, the angry young cipher Lee Harvey Oswald.   What Louie Witt did not know was that he was just a horse that day, just a vehicle for one loa to mount.  All Papa Gede had needed that Indian Summer Friday in Dallas was an umbrella.  The serviteurs had done the rest.

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Umbrella Man:
Part 1: Ayiti
Part 2: Bèl Gason
Part 3: The Émigré
Part 4: The Opening


Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Umbrella Man - Part 3: The Émigré


George de Mohrenschildt with his fourth wife Jeanne
The American George de Mohrenschildt who introduced himself to Haiti Commerce Bank president and Duvalier crony, Clémard Charles in August 1961 to discuss some business opportunities in the desperate country,  was born Jerzy Sergius von Mohrenschildt in 1911 in Mozyr, Russia (now Belarus) to a family of privilege that was Swedish by heritage though Russian for generations.  The family business was oil, which was why the von Mohrenschildts were in oil-rich Belarus when George was born (and not in elegant St Petersburg where his parents had met), but when the Bolsheviks confiscated oil companies' holdings in 1920, his father Sergius attempted to find a place in the new order by developing an interest in land reform.  His aristocratic ways betrayed him, however, and he endured some arrests.  Escaping with the help of two Jewish doctors from Siberia where he had been sent for life in 1922, he moved his family to Poland.  Shortly after the family's arrival, de Mohrenschildt's mother died in an epidemic  of typhoid.  The details of George de Mohrenschildt's life from that point are shrouded in a cloud of shifting lies told by de Mohrenschildt himself, both to glamorize his past where glamor was called for and to obscure the details when secrecy suited the circumstances.  As de Mohrenschildt  chronicler Joan Mellen writes:
He was a tall, comely man over six feet tall with thick, wavy dark hair, (some remembered it as dark blond). His eyes were light blue – or, as he himself described them, green. He spoke with a pronounced accent that to some sounded German. There was nothing straightforward about him.
He was educated in turn at Polish Cavalry Academy, at the Institute of Higher Commercial Studies at University of Liège in Belgium and years later at the University of Texas at Austin.  But he had other interests than academics. While in school in Belgium he had been arrested in Antwerp for public drunkenness, giving a false name to police and resisting arrest-- an incident that both followed him and set the tone for the rest of his life.

He was preceded to the US by his brother Dmitri von Mohrenschildt who had success as a professor of foreign language at Dartmouth where he also edited an anti-Soviet journal and had a side career in military intelligence.  An early recruit of the CIA in 1950, Dmitri contributed to Reader's Digest -- the ubiquitous monthly that was the mass propaganda outlet of the organization--  and helped to start Radio Free Europe.  de Mohrenschildt's father, Sergius von Mohrenschildt, too had done some intelligence work in Russia for the Abwehr, Hitler's Intelligence Service, in the 1930's and was  briefly courted by the CIA in the 50's, though relocating the elderly man with the Nazi past proved too daunting for anything to come of it.

In 1938, George von Mohrenschildt set off by himself in a sailboat from Le Havre, France to New York, declaring his intentions to immigrate to the American officials who met him ashore at the North American end of his traverse.  It didn't take long for him to make a splash in some circles of New York society. With a cosmopolitan sense of humor, he amused himself by shocking Americans with the fascist point of view in conversations, even taking it as far on occasion as giving a Heil Hitler and Nazi salute for emphasis. His politics were as fluid as the details of his history: in other circles, he extolled the benefits of communism.  He was the kind of guest that would make you have to check your children afterward to make sure he hadn't said anything untoward or behaved inappropriately with them. At this stage of his time in America he replaced the 'von' in his surname with 'de' "to make it sound less German."  Among those he was closest to were the Bouviers.  Jacqueline recalled being bounced on his knee as a child and calling him Uncle George.  But it was the future first lady's aunt, Edith Bouvier Beale (to be immortalized in the 1975 documentary Grey Gardens) with whom he was closest, and whose relationship he would mention when he needed to make an impression.

Ensconced in America, he had a knack for getting high paying jobs that indulged his aversion to work.  For a time he was an insurance adjuster for a New York firm he was eventually asked to leave because he could not pass an insurance exam.  In Texas, he did petroleum geology for Humble Oil.  But his activities outside of work, sometimes got him in trouble.  In 1941, he was spotted in a small boat off the coast of Corpus Christi, suspiciously close to a military installation.  When the Coast Guard approached him, he greeted them warmly, told them he was fishing.  When they asked him about his camera and some drawings he had been doing of the buildings on the shore, he told them it was just a hobby that kept him entertained when the fish weren't biting.  The Coast Guard wasn't exactly biting either.  The FBI began a file on him that was dutifully added to on reports of each new outlandish incident.

When the US entered the Second World War, de Mohrenschildt secured a 4F status on the basis of having "a weak heart".  When asked, he made it clear he was not interested in helping out with the war effort.  Instead he desired a re-entry visa to permit him to visit a married older woman he was having a torrid affair with in Mexico City.  In light of the Corpus Christi incident, his request was denied.  When he complained, the board was obliged to remind him he was lucky to not be deported altogether.  In spite of his difficulties with the authorities, he carried on his affair until it stopped being to his benefit, at which point he entered his tumultuous first marriage to a teenage heiress. With de Mohrenschildt pursuing other women in front of his wife and perpetrating domestic abuse with a hammer in private, it ended in divorce in 1944, after two years.

In 1945, out of options in the east, he moved to Texas and entered the University at Austin to study petroleum geology. Scandal followed him there: womanizing, cheating on exams, publicly shaming his Czech born Russian professor over his poor Russian accent.  As Joan Mellen put it, he acted like a man who "had nothing to lose."  Nevertheless he earned his Master's Degree, and in 1946 began working as an officer for the Rangely Field Engineering Committee in Colorado, where he promptly returned to his pattern of shirking and bilking his employers, first of money in the form of a salary paid his second wife for a made-up job, and then in furniture which he had loaded up in a trailer and carted to his accommodations.  Caught in the act, he lost his job and his wife, but back in Texas, he soon rebounded with wife number three, Wynne Sharples, his wealthiest yet, an oilman's daughter studying to become an MD.  The usual volatility and physical abuse ensued. Of de Mohrenschildt's attitude in these years, Joan Mellen writes:
He resented the rich and successful, since he was neither, and periodically professed sympathy with Marxism. “Comes the revolution,” de Mohrenschildt told Sharples, “you and your family will be first to go.” Mannered, sly, he pretended to be sympathetic toward the poor and the marginalized. “The best people are the Negroes,” he said. “They are simple and good and not rich.” As if he were Levin in Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, he said, “All we need is nature and the peasants.” Yet on occasion he slapped the servants.
To get away from his wife's complaints during the day, he used her money to start a business in 1954 developing oil deals, but the business hemorrhaged money.  In 1956, Sharples filed for divorce.  de Mohrenschildt contested it until his wife threatened to expose him as a homosexual.  He settled for 100 shares of his father-in-law's oil company.

1956 was also notable as the year of his first visit to Haiti where he remained until his client Sinclair Oil gave up on the prospects for finding new sources.

In his capacity as a petroleum geologist in Texas in the 50s, de Mohrenschildt worked for several outfits with strong CIA connections: Brown & Root, Schlumberger, and Pantepec Oil for whom he did surveys in Venezuela. Moreover, even after his divorces he retained relationships with CIA-connected former in-laws.  His second wife's uncle was in Guatemala for the CIA-backed coup that deposed the popularly elected, land reforming president Jacobo Árbenz in 1954.  His former step-nephew who had been future CIA director George H.W. Bush's roommate at Andover Academy was a partner in several ventures.   de Mohrenschildt had powerful connections in George Brown of Brown & Root and his former boss, the independent oilman John Mecom.  According to the Los Angeles Times, Brown and Mecom were invested in a venture called the San Jacinto Fund, whose mission was to use business and government pretexts for CIA assets as a means of infiltration in foreign and domestic affairs, a program that was not subject to public approval or review.   As the article stated:
The Americans thus involved made it possible for the CIA to penetrate, financially, the structure of private institutions here and abroad without public knowledge of what was going on. And they made it possible for the beneficiaries of this secret money to accept it without suspicion of taint.
 The defects of de Mohrenschildt's personality -- recklessness, amorality, narcissism, facility with lying, tactlessness, objectionability, lack of ethics-- were assets in intelligence.  The fact that he had apparently no one who'd be willing to protect him gave him the special quality of disposability which made him perfectly suited for the kind of work the agency was up to.  He began his association in 1957.

That year, he was sent to Yugoslavia officially to advise the government on the management of oil resources, but was ejected after 8 months for making drawings of military fortifications.  (In the typically perverse way his life worked, he would be back in Yugoslavia within 2 years without protest or incident).  His next assignment was Ghana where he had more success, followed by several other trips to Europe, notably Hungary, yet another country under the purview of the Soviets, and the site of an unsuccessful insurrection in 1956.

By 1959, he had married his 4th wife, Jeanne Le Gon another aristocratic Russian national who had been born in Harbin, China, a fact that de Mohrenschildt jokingly acknowledged in one of his CIA noms de guerre, "Phillip Harbin."  In late 1960 through 1961, he and his new wife embarked on what they told friends in Dallas was a "walking tour" of Central and South America.  The funding for what was described as a lark remained mysterious, as do details of what transpired for the 14 months that de Mohrenschildt and his wife went off the grid.  Not much is known about the adventure, but at its conclusion, de Mohrenschildt entertained the idea of writing a book about it, and went as far as writing President John Kennedy to invite him to contribute an introduction to it, mentioning his friendship with the First Lady's mother, Janet Auchincloss and her aunt Edith Beale as enticement.  The offer was declined, and no book was produced.  What is known about the trip from CIA records is that along the way the couple encountered personnel in training by the CIA in Guatemala for the ill-fated top secret Bay of Pigs invasion intended to depose Fidel Castro in Cuba that the newly elected President Kennedy would green light in April 1961,  and immediately come to regret.  It's also known that the tour wound up in Haiti where de Mohrenschildt spent several weeks and met with Duvalier's banker Clémard Charles for the first time.

Charles was president of Haiti's first private financial institution, Banque Commercial D'Haïti or Haiti Commerce Bank.  An early supporter of François 'Papa Doc' Duvalier's 1957 presidential campaign, Charles had used bribes to ensure that the Army would not stand in the way of a Duvalier victory-- something not to be taken for granted.  As an unusually wealthy self-made man in Haiti and an unofficial officer of Duvalier's specially created volunteer secret police, the Tontons Macoute, he had Duvalier's ear.  Furthermore, Duvalier preferred to deposit the millions received in foreign aid into the Commerce Bank rather than the National Bank of Haiti.  (For his part, de Mohrenschildt used the services of the Haitian National Bank to procure no less than seven loans beginning in 1959.)

To Clémard Charles, George de Mohrenschildt was not merely a customer so much as a partner in the ventures he brought to him.  As a business contact stemming from de Mohrenschildt's first meetings with him, Charles vouched for de Mohrenschildt to Haitian officials in his plan to conduct a geological survey of Haiti for petroleum and mineral resources, with de Mohrenschildt to  provide the funding for explorations to minimize  any interested investors' risk. Subsequently de Mohrenschildt shared an ambitious idea for Charles' consideration, the development of a Haitian Holding Company which de Mohrenschildt conjectured would do nothing less than re-structure Haiti's economy.  According to Joan Mellen's description:
As outlined in a document generated in Dallas on de Mohrenschildt’s letterhead and dated August 1, 1962, the Haitian Holding Company would be incorporated in the state of Texas. It would provide the following to Haiti: increased tobacco planting; a new cigar factory; cheap housing; a new wharf; and a hydroelectric plant “in conjunction with the dam that had already been built in 1953 by Brown & Root.” It promised projects that included: canning lobster tails; marketing coconut candy; building a cotton wool plant; organizing a local insurance company (Papa Doc had already granted Charles a monopoly on automobile insurance on the island); operating a sisal plantation; hemp factories; several sugar plantations; a casino; a film production company – and more.
The prospectus for the company made mention of "Haiti's special geographical position" in a less than veiled reference to the strategic and economic counterpoint Duvalier's Haiti provided to Castro's Cuba.

But Clémard Charles had more in mind than the mere economic development of Haiti when he chose de Mohrenschildt's partnership over other prospects of the time.  It was de Mohrenschildt's Texas connections that gave him special cachet.  Texas itself was a powerful state that boasted petroleum money and outsize political influence in the US.  The free wheeling nature of Texas ambitions were suited to the challenges of economically underdeveloped Haiti. Both Lyndon Johnson and George H.W. Bush were Texans who had profited from corruption in Haiti -- Johnson with kickbacks from the Haitian meat industry in return for pro-Haiti votes, and Bush from dealings in Zapata Oil.  More importantly to Charles, Texas was the land of CIA, which everyone knew was capable of, and by all indications planning on, removing the erratic dictator Duvalier from such a geopolitically strategic vantage as Haiti.  It was in his capacity as CIA asset that de Mohrenschildt stood to be more useful to Clémard Charles.

If the CIA wanted to remove Duvalier, then Charles wanted to be the replacement.  He expressed the ambition to de Mohrenschildt who made it a project to see that Charles' proposition got a hearing in the right channels. Letters were exchanged between de Mohrenschildt, Charles and officials in Washington, and meetings were arranged.  In May 1963, Charles flew to the US under the pretext of government business and met with officials in New York and Washington to discuss his qualifications and his serious intentions.  In Washington, officials were dismayed when Charles was joined by de Mohrenschildt whose reputation preceded him, and who in typical overbearing fashion managed to alienate the Department of Defense personnel in attendance to the point that Charles' name was unceremoniously scuttled down the list of potential horses to back in anti-Duvalier schemes.  Charles and de Mohrenschildt didn't know that, however, and de Mohrenschildt continued to insinuate himself into Charles' campaign, at one point stealing stationery from the exclusive Tennis and Racquet club in New York in an effort to impress would-be investors in the Haitian Holding Company.

Charles' ambitions were not de Mohrenschildt's only preoccupation in the spring of 1963.  The previous summer he had returned to Fort Worth for one last order of business. de Mohrenschildt the snobbish cosmopolitan socialite was now with his wife squiring a recently arrived rough and unpleasant young American ex-marine who had recently reversed a defection to the Soviet Union, returning to the States with his Russian bride after nearly 3 years.  Lee and Marina Oswald were not the usual sort that de Mohrenschildt associated with but suddenly they were very much travelling in the same circles that fall.  The attentions de Mohrenschildt lavished on the couple included paying outstanding bills, providing a place for Marina to stay when Lee was in a violent mood, offering job counseling and sheparding the couple around town to one function or another.  In February 1963, the de Mohrenschildt's hosted a party for the Oswalds attended by among others the son of one of Voice of America's executives, and by Ruth Paine who would take Marina and the Oswald's newly born baby daughter June in later that spring while Lee went to New Orleans for the summer.  One spring night while de Mohrenschildt was sharing home movies of his Latin American walking tour with neighbors, Oswald showed up.  When asked about this unlikely friendship, de Mohrenschildt described it as charity toward an emigrée and her American husband.  In actuality his role was -- to use a CIA term-- to "babysit" Oswald; to groom and tend to an asset for whom someone had plans.  Oswald's time in Russia had been spent as part of a "false defector" program used as a cover by operatives expected to infiltrate Soviet society for intelligence.  Marina, whom Oswald married after only 6 weeks of courtship was the niece of an employee in the Ministry of Internal Affairs in Minsk -- the setting of de Mohrenschildt's early childhood-- where she and Oswald had met. Back in the states following his Soviet mission, Oswald's time was managed by de Mohrenschildt in Fort Worth and by Clay Shaw, immortalized in the movie JFK, in New Orleans.

A relic from the time was a souvenir photograph Oswald had given de Mohrenschildt and inscribed "To my friend George, from Lee Oswald".  Taken in Oswald's backyard it shows Oswald brandishing his soon-to-be infamous Mannlicher-Carcano rifle in one hand and holding copies of The Militant and The Worker rival communist newspapers in the other, with headlines referring to a recent  unsuccessful attempt by an unknown assailant to kill the staunch anti-communist conservative General Edwin Walker through a window of his East Texas home.  On receiving the photograph, de Mohrenschildt joked: too bad that Oswald had missed.  A second inscription on the back of the photograph, written in Russian, ostensibly by Marina, read: "Killer of fascists.  Ha-ha-ha!"


By June of 1963, de Mohrenschildt was ready to move to Haiti permanently.  He had already said goodbye to Lee and Marina in April, and would be gone when Oswald returned to Texas from New Orleans to rent an apartment by himself in Dallas.  It seemed that de Mohrenschildt's work with Oswald was done.  Back in Haiti, Papa Gede, the vodou loa of President François 'Papa Doc' Duvalier, the sworn enemy of President John F. Kennedy, had other ideas.
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Umbrella Man:
Part 1: Ayiti
Part 2: Bèl Gason
Part 3: The Émigré
Part 4: The Opening