Ephesians 5:11
Foreword
Below, find an article titled, The Unquiet Death of Frank Olsen. This was originally published on Counterpunch, though I could not find a link for it. I had also posted the article on my former website (barbarahartwell.com), along with others addressing the topic.
The death of Frank Olsen has always haunted me, perhaps because I had similar experiences when I was repeatedly drugged (including with LSD) by the Agency -- and because I almost died on more than one occasion from these druggings and poisonings.
My life was saved each time by divine intervention.
Recently, I posted a letter by investigative journalist Janet Phelan to George Little, CIA Office of Public Affairs. In Janet's own words:
"I am contacting you with some questions concerning Seymour Hersh’s disclosure at the University of Minnesota last week referencing “executive assassination teams” operating domestically within the U.S."
As far as I know, Janet Phelan received no answers to her questions. Nor do I believe she ever will.
Additionally, we addressed the issue of CIA assassinations on Janet's radio program, One If By Land, on Liberty News Radio, on her March 21 program, on which I was interviewed by Janet.
There were the usual "technical difficulties", which suddenly appear every time I do a live radio interview. My connection was so bad I could barely hear Janet (and probably lost about half of what she was saying, due to the echoes, static, and buzzing on my end of the line), and so I did the interview on a wing and a prayer...
Actually, most of the discussion was focused on political persecution of whistleblowers and journalists. But it is a fact that this persecution, in quite a number of cases, does result in the death of the target --eventually. But then, that's the whole point.
This can happen in any number of ways: arranged "accidents"; druggings, poisonings, chemical/biological warfare, assaults with directed energy weaponry, etc.
All "plausibly deniable", of course. The Agency mantra: deny everything, admit nothing. Just take out the target as quietly as possible, then cover up the evidence.
Naturally, CIA denies that they do assassinations. Here, find their official statement of this denial:
Source:
9. The CIA has been accused of conducting assassinations and engaging in drug trafficking. What are the facts?
"The CIA does neither. Executive Order 12333 of 1981 explicitly prohibits the CIA from engaging, either directly or indirectly, in assassinations. Internal safeguards and the congressional oversight process assure compliance.
Regarding past allegations of CIA involvement in drug trafficking, the CIA Inspector General* found no evidence to substantiate the charges that the CIA or its employees conspired with or assisted Contra-related organizations or individuals in drug trafficking to raise funds for the Contras or for any other purpose. In fact, the CIA plays a crucial role in combating drug trafficking by providing intelligence information to the Drug Enforcement Administration, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the State Department."
But those of us who have been targeted know the truth. A truth that even our families and friends are often unwilling to believe. And which many uninformed Americans, indoctrinated to believe the liars at CIA, refuse to even consider.
Ex-FBI agent Geral Sosbee also called in to Janet's radio show to add his comments, at my request. (He too experienced "technical difficulties"...what a coincidence...) As it happens, all of us, Barbara Hartwell, Janet Phelan and Geral Sosbee, have been targeted, not just for persecution, but we have all survived attempts on our lives.
Those of us who document and report these crimes against persons, by the FBI, CIA, police and other government personnel, are often scoffed at, targeted for derision, made the butt of idiotic jokes, called paranoid or even crazy.
It's way past time to put CIA lies about persecution and assassinations in the spotlight. Few individuals who have been targeted for persecution, torture, terror and death have been willing to come forward. Some have been intimidated by government goons; some have been threatened; others have been silenced, bribed with promises they are foolish enough to believe.
The truth is, CIA considers human life to be expendable. The rights, the liberties, the very sacredness of these gifts of God to the Individual, mean nothing at all. And it is the Individual who chooses to do the right thing, to become a Messenger of Truth, a Defender of Liberty, who tragically, always pays the price.
May God vindicate us all.
Barbara Hartwell Percival
March 22, 2009
The Unquiet Death of Frank Olson
Those who know of the case of Frank Olson, who died in 1953 after being given LSD in a series of mind control experiments run by the CIA, may be unaware of Olson's activities before he allowed the CIA to use him as a guinea pig. It now turns out that Olson's death --we believe it was murder-- is directly related to qualms he was having about the kind of experiments he observed at the CIA. These also have some bearing on the current Anthrax and West Nile nerve gas/pesticide mass-experiments, which makes it even more important that we understand what is going on, and take action to prevent it.
It turns out that Frank Olson was a CIA scientist at Fort Detrick, Maryland, the Army's biological weapons research center -- the same facility to which the 2001 Anthrax letters have been genetically traced. Fort Detrick also boasts of such biowarfare luminaries as Col. Thomas Monath and Jerome Hauer, who went on to head the NYC Office of Emergency Management which oversaw the entire spray operation in 1999, and who now is heading the federal Office of Public Health Preparedness, created last October to develop and coordinate federal bioterrorism preparedness efforts. [The Hauer / Monath / Giuliani story is quite a remarkable one, which I'll get to in a follow-up report over the next few days.]
In "The Secret Sharers: The CIA, the Bush Gang and the Killing of Frank Olson," (Counterpunch, August 28, 2002 <www.counterpunch.org/floyd0828.html>), Chris Floyd writes that Olson ostensibly was a civilian employee of the Army; his family didn't know his true employer.
The following account of Olson's activities is reprinted verbatim from the Counterpunch story:
Olson worked on methods of spreading anthrax and other toxins; some of his colleagues were involved in mind control drugs and torture techniques. But his life within the charmed circle of the American intelligence elite would unravel with dizzying speed in just a few months in 1953.
It began in the summer of that year, when Olson--increasingly troubled by his own and his colleague's work--made several trips to Europe, to investigate secret American-British research centers in Germany. There he found the CIA was testing "truth serums" and other torture drugs on "expendables," including captured Russian agents. He told a British colleague that he had witnessed "horrors" there. And it called into starkest question his own work on biochemical weapons. He came home a changed man, troubled, morose. He told his wife he wanted to leave government service.
But it was too late: the brutal machinery was already grinding. His British colleague told his own superiors about Olson's concerns; they in turn informed the CIA that Olson was now a "security risk." Not long after his return, Olson was given the LSD. Then he was flown to New York, ostensibly for psychiatric treatment, at the hands of a CIA doctor--who prescribed whiskey and pills. Then he was taken to a CIA magician--yes, a magician--who apparently tried to hypnotize him for interrogation.
Finally he checked into a cheap hotel--with a CIA handler, Robert Lashbrook, in tow. Olson called his wife, told her he was feeling better and would be home the next day. But that night, he was found dead on the street, 10 floors below. The handler said that Olson had apparently thrown himself through the closed window in a suicidal fit. The government told the family it was simply a tragic suicide. They didn't mention the LSD--or the fact that Olson worked for the CIA.
It would take Eric Olson 49 years to piece together as much of the truth as we are ever likely to know about what happened that night. But first would come a false dawn, a cruel trick played on the family by cynical operators in Ford Administration, who used a screen of half-truth and deliberate falsehood to divert the Olsons--and the nation--from the darkest tangles of the thread. Two of those operators would would work the thread--play upon it, thrive on it, hold hard to its damp crimson stain--to rise from the obscurity of White House functionaries to positions of colossal, world-shaking power:
Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld.
Keeping the Faith
Washington, 1975. It was a long hot summer of discontent in the White House. The unelected president, Gerald Ford--who'd taken office after the resignation of Richard Nixon--was raging. Every day seemed to bring fresh horrors from the Congressional committees investigating America's intelligence agencies. Assassination plots, terrorist acts, coups, secret armies, subversion of allied governments, Mafia connections, torture, press manipulation, domestic surveillance--the revelations were endless, a bottomless pit of corruption and criminality being dredged up by the House and Senate panels.
Where was their sense of duty, the code of omerta that had for so long protected those who toil in the shadows, who do the dirty work to keep America fat and safe and happy? What right did these mere senators and representatives have to tell the people--the big dumb dazed mobocracy out there--the truth about what their leaders were doing in their name? They were like children, they could never understand the higher wisdom that guided the elites. Oh, it was a far cry from the old days, back on the Warren Commission, when a good soldier like Jerry Ford knew just what to do: you accepted whatever the agencies told you, and you steered investigations away from anything that might break the code and pierce
the shadows.
So Ford seethed. What the hell is wrong over there at the CIA, he complained to his chief of staff, Donald Rumsfeld. Why couldn't Bill Colby, the director, keep a lid on things? Colby had even come clean about Operation Phoenix, for Christ's sake. More than 20,000 Vietnamese murdered in the CIA-run program--did Joe Lunchbucket really need to know about that?
What next? Are they going to find about Reinhard Gehlen, too: the Nazi spy who joined the CIA and recruited thousands of Hitler's best and brightest--including Klaus Barbie and a cadre of SS veterans--to work for the Agency? Sure, it would look bad, but come on: Gehlen was championed by Allen Dulles himself--the founding father of the CIA, the hotshot lawyer who kept Prescott Bush's name out of the papers when Pres was caught trading with the Nazis in 1942. Dulles and those Yale boys knew what was best--but try explaining that to some poor schmuck whose father got killed at Normandy or Auschwitz or some other godforsaken hole, eh?
As it happened, the "Gehlen Organization" stayed secret for another 26 years. But in July 1975, Ford had still more worries. A top White House aide, Dick Cheney, sent a memo to Rumsfeld, warning him about an upcoming lawsuit. The family of Frank Olson had found out--through the Congressional investigations--that he had been secretly drugged by the CIA not long before he took that fall from the hotel window. Now they were suing the government for damages.
The lawsuit could be bad business, Cheney told Rumsfeld. "It might be necessary to disclose highly classified national security information" during the trial. That would include the truth about Olson: the CIA connection, biochemical weapons, the mind-control and torture experiments based on Nazi death-camp "research," and the Agency fingerprints all over Olson's last days in New York City.
The case might even reveal the existence of special "CIA Assassination Manuals," like the one issued in the year of Olson's death, 1953, stating: "The most efficient accident, in simple assassinations, is a fall of 75 feet or more onto a hard surface.
"Elevator shafts, stairwells, unscreened windows and bridges will serve. [In some cases], it will usually be necessary to stun or drug the subject before dropping him."
Those who know of the case of Frank Olson, who died in 1953 after being given LSD in a series of mind control experiments run by the CIA, may be unaware of Olson's activities before he allowed the CIA to use him as a guinea pig. It now turns out that Olson's death --we believe it was murder-- is directly related to qualms he was having about the kind of experiments he observed at the CIA. These also have some bearing on the current Anthrax and West Nile nerve gas/pesticide mass-experiments, which makes it even more important that we understand what is going on, and take action to prevent it.
It turns out that Frank Olson was a CIA scientist at Fort Detrick, Maryland, the Army's biological weapons research center -- the same facility to which the 2001 Anthrax letters have been genetically traced. Fort Detrick also boasts of such biowarfare luminaries as Col. Thomas Monath and Jerome Hauer, who went on to head the NYC Office of Emergency Management which oversaw the entire spray operation in 1999, and who now is heading the federal Office of Public Health Preparedness, created last October to develop and coordinate federal bioterrorism preparedness efforts. [The Hauer / Monath / Giuliani story is quite a remarkable one, which I'll get to in a follow-up report over the next few days.]
In "The Secret Sharers: The CIA, the Bush Gang and the Killing of Frank Olson," (Counterpunch, August 28, 2002 <www.counterpunch.org/floyd0828.html>), Chris Floyd writes that Olson ostensibly was a civilian employee of the Army; his family didn't know his true employer.
The following account of Olson's activities is reprinted verbatim from the Counterpunch story:
Olson worked on methods of spreading anthrax and other toxins; some of his colleagues were involved in mind control drugs and torture techniques. But his life within the charmed circle of the American intelligence elite would unravel with dizzying speed in just a few months in 1953.
It began in the summer of that year, when Olson--increasingly troubled by his own and his colleague's work--made several trips to Europe, to investigate secret American-British research centers in Germany. There he found the CIA was testing "truth serums" and other torture drugs on "expendables," including captured Russian agents. He told a British colleague that he had witnessed "horrors" there. And it called into starkest question his own work on biochemical weapons. He came home a changed man, troubled, morose. He told his wife he wanted to leave government service.
But it was too late: the brutal machinery was already grinding. His British colleague told his own superiors about Olson's concerns; they in turn informed the CIA that Olson was now a "security risk." Not long after his return, Olson was given the LSD. Then he was flown to New York, ostensibly for psychiatric treatment, at the hands of a CIA doctor--who prescribed whiskey and pills. Then he was taken to a CIA magician--yes, a magician--who apparently tried to hypnotize him for interrogation.
Finally he checked into a cheap hotel--with a CIA handler, Robert Lashbrook, in tow. Olson called his wife, told her he was feeling better and would be home the next day. But that night, he was found dead on the street, 10 floors below. The handler said that Olson had apparently thrown himself through the closed window in a suicidal fit. The government told the family it was simply a tragic suicide. They didn't mention the LSD--or the fact that Olson worked for the CIA.
It would take Eric Olson 49 years to piece together as much of the truth as we are ever likely to know about what happened that night. But first would come a false dawn, a cruel trick played on the family by cynical operators in Ford Administration, who used a screen of half-truth and deliberate falsehood to divert the Olsons--and the nation--from the darkest tangles of the thread. Two of those operators would would work the thread--play upon it, thrive on it, hold hard to its damp crimson stain--to rise from the obscurity of White House functionaries to positions of colossal, world-shaking power:
Dick Cheney and Donald Rumsfeld.
Keeping the Faith
Washington, 1975. It was a long hot summer of discontent in the White House. The unelected president, Gerald Ford--who'd taken office after the resignation of Richard Nixon--was raging. Every day seemed to bring fresh horrors from the Congressional committees investigating America's intelligence agencies. Assassination plots, terrorist acts, coups, secret armies, subversion of allied governments, Mafia connections, torture, press manipulation, domestic surveillance--the revelations were endless, a bottomless pit of corruption and criminality being dredged up by the House and Senate panels.
Where was their sense of duty, the code of omerta that had for so long protected those who toil in the shadows, who do the dirty work to keep America fat and safe and happy? What right did these mere senators and representatives have to tell the people--the big dumb dazed mobocracy out there--the truth about what their leaders were doing in their name? They were like children, they could never understand the higher wisdom that guided the elites. Oh, it was a far cry from the old days, back on the Warren Commission, when a good soldier like Jerry Ford knew just what to do: you accepted whatever the agencies told you, and you steered investigations away from anything that might break the code and pierce
the shadows.
So Ford seethed. What the hell is wrong over there at the CIA, he complained to his chief of staff, Donald Rumsfeld. Why couldn't Bill Colby, the director, keep a lid on things? Colby had even come clean about Operation Phoenix, for Christ's sake. More than 20,000 Vietnamese murdered in the CIA-run program--did Joe Lunchbucket really need to know about that?
What next? Are they going to find about Reinhard Gehlen, too: the Nazi spy who joined the CIA and recruited thousands of Hitler's best and brightest--including Klaus Barbie and a cadre of SS veterans--to work for the Agency? Sure, it would look bad, but come on: Gehlen was championed by Allen Dulles himself--the founding father of the CIA, the hotshot lawyer who kept Prescott Bush's name out of the papers when Pres was caught trading with the Nazis in 1942. Dulles and those Yale boys knew what was best--but try explaining that to some poor schmuck whose father got killed at Normandy or Auschwitz or some other godforsaken hole, eh?
As it happened, the "Gehlen Organization" stayed secret for another 26 years. But in July 1975, Ford had still more worries. A top White House aide, Dick Cheney, sent a memo to Rumsfeld, warning him about an upcoming lawsuit. The family of Frank Olson had found out--through the Congressional investigations--that he had been secretly drugged by the CIA not long before he took that fall from the hotel window. Now they were suing the government for damages.
The lawsuit could be bad business, Cheney told Rumsfeld. "It might be necessary to disclose highly classified national security information" during the trial. That would include the truth about Olson: the CIA connection, biochemical weapons, the mind-control and torture experiments based on Nazi death-camp "research," and the Agency fingerprints all over Olson's last days in New York City.
The case might even reveal the existence of special "CIA Assassination Manuals," like the one issued in the year of Olson's death, 1953, stating: "The most efficient accident, in simple assassinations, is a fall of 75 feet or more onto a hard surface.
"Elevator shafts, stairwells, unscreened windows and bridges will serve. [In some cases], it will usually be necessary to stun or drug the subject before dropping him."
[Emphasis mine, BHP]
Such revelations had to be avoided at all costs. Rumsfeld and Cheney urged Ford to make a settlement before the trial started. To avoid the courts entirely, they would arrange a private bill in Congress to give the family some cash. The deal would be sweetened by private audiences with both Ford and Colby, apologizing for the CIA's past "mistakes," and promising "full disclosure" of all the facts, so the family could at last find peace.
And so it was done. And it was all a lie--beyond the bare fact, already unearthed by Congress, that Olson had been drugged by the CIA. The family got 17 minutes in the Oval Office with Ford--who apologized for the government's indirect involvement in Olson's death--that LSD test gone awry.
Rogue elements, you know; unauthorized activity. Shouldn't have happened; never happen again. This was followed by a meeting with Colby, who handed over a thick file: the CIA's "complete" investigation of the Olson affair--so complete that it forgot to mention that Olson was a CIA official. Or that his colleagues considered him a "security risk." Little things like that.
Thus began the second cover-up. It took Eric Olson another 27 years to piece together the story, from obscure archives, through lucky accidents, and strained meetings with old CIA hands, who let fall dribs and drabs of the truth. He was even forced to exhume his father's body: a gruesome process that revealed the original 1953 post-mortem had also been a lie.
That examination had simply confirmed the cover story: poor sap had flung himself through the glass and splattered on the sidewalk below. No autopsy needed. Close the coffin--the body is too busted-up for the family to see--and close the case. But the second examination, decades later, carried out by forensic experts, revealed the truth. There were no marks on the well-preserved cadaver consistent with a self-propelled flight through the window: no cuts on the face or arms. There was, however, a cranial injury entirely consistent with a blow to the head--delivered before the fall.
Earlier this year, the Cheney-Rumsfeld memos came to light, confirming that the Olsons had been deliberately lied to in 1975. It helped fill in some of the remaining pieces of the scattered jigsaw puzzle that was his father's death--and had become Eric's life. And although the centerpiece of the puzzle--the fateful moments in that hotel room, before Frank Olson went through the glass--remains forever absent, the picture was as complete as it would ever be, Eric decided. And so he buried his father, again, in the dark Maryland earth.
But Ford, Rumsfeld and Cheney had kept the faith back in those dangerous days of 1975. They had honored omerta. Colby was not so lucky. For his sins--his "weakness" in allowing a few spears of sunlight into the shadows--he was summarily dismissed a few months later.
He was replaced by a man who also lived by the code, who would keep the precious Agency--and all its Gehlens, its torturers, its dopers, its shooters--safe from the mobocracy, the ignorant rabble with their pathetic fairy-tale notions about democracy, justice, law and honor. He would guard the shadow world so well that one day the headquarters of the CIA would proudly bear his name:
George Herbert Walker Bush.
[End of Counterpunch Story]
