NUBBLE LIGHT, CAPE NEDDICK, MAINE
(My favorite lighthouse in all the world)
This is another section of my 2006 report:
The Wreckers: False Lights and the Nature of Evil
https://barbarahartwellvscia.blogspot.com/2008/09/wreckers-false-lights-and-nature-of.html
NOTE:
I would never have learned of the wreckers if not for my love of lighthouses, and even more so, of the ocean.
One of the greatest sorrows of my life has been that I was uprooted and forced to leave my beloved Maine, where I had a house in the beach community of Ocean Park.
I walked the beach year round, almost every day. I knew the tides, and I liked it best in the early evening when most of the tourists had left, just as I preferred the spring, autumn and even winter, when the beaches were mostly empty, except for the dedicated beachcombers like me.
Walking the beach was the single most peaceful thing I could do, a source of solace for any number of ills. I collected shells, stones, sea glass and driftwood, from which I created art.
And, how could I forget, but I preached the gospel to the seagulls, some of whom got to know me (and I recognized them too); they would flock to me when they saw me coming, with a bag of bread for them.
In the years since I left Maine, I have hardly ever been able to get to any beach, anywhere (I can count the times on one hand), simply because of dire poverty. I can't afford hotels, and due to various disabilities, I can't drive on highways anymore, nor in heavy traffic.
I know, I know...compared to the subject matter of this report, it's not a tragedy. But I must admit, I hate being landlocked, and I miss the beach so much, it feels like one.
Barbara Hartwell
June 16, 2026
MY PATH TO BEACH AT OCEAN PARK, MAINE
FROM THE WRECKERS (2006)
For many years, I have called these evildoers the heartbreakers, for that is the most apt description of their utterly malicious intent and the atrocious results they achieve.
But there is another name for them: the wreckers. I wonder how many of the readers are familiar with the history of the wreckers. For those who are not, let me introduce them. The wreckers were gangs of criminals who operated for more than three centuries (1600s-1900s) mostly in the North Atlantic coastal regions of North America, but as far south as the Carolinas, as well as in Ireland and England.
FALSE LIGHTS
The
modus operandi of the wreckers was a simple but diabolical trap set
for ships approaching land. They would set various types of
controlled fires on the cliffs or high ground of a shoreline, or on a
rocky island which sat in the ship's path to a harbor, with malicious
intent of luring and misdirecting the cargo ships, laden with
treasure or goods destined for various ports.
The fires would serve as "false lights" which, mistaken for lighthouses, would cause the ships to crash on nearby treacherous shoals, cliffs or rocks. As the ships ran aground, began to break apart and sink, the wreckers, wielding grappling hooks and cudgels, would move in for the kill, plundering the crates of goods, including silver and gold; and murdering any survivors, who clung to the rocks for dear life, or tried to swim to shore; usually drowning them or beating them to death.
Killing the survivors eliminated the witnesses to their crimes. In such a way, the entire crew of a ship, as well as whole families of passengers, men, women and children, perished at the hands of the wreckers.
In
one infamous account of such an engineered shipwreck, a woman, part
of a wrecking crew, beat her own son to death as he clung to the
rocks, after his ship ran aground, lured by a false light. In an
attempt to save his own life, believing his mother did not know him,
in a last plea for mercy, he shouted, "Ma, it's me!"
Recognizing him as her son made no difference to this monster.
When asked later how she could have murdered her own son, the heartless wrecker replied: "A son is just a son. Wrecking is survival." This hideous tale of cold-blooded murder and betrayal is emblematic of the utter lack of conscience, decency and humanity which personified the wreckers.
The wreckers of the North Atlantic were finally (more or less) put out of business when adequate numbers of lighthouses were established at key locations along the coastlines, manned by full time keepers, whose lights were kept burning to guide the ships safely to a harbor. I have always thought that lighthouses, and those who keep them, symbolize truth, since they light the path to truth.
I have been a lover of the ocean since childhood. Over the course of my life I have lived (and spent much time, at the beach houses of friends and family; in the boatyards and yacht clubs; in excursions on the ocean in various craft) in beach communities, especially on the Atlantic coast. Florida, the Carolinas, Virginia, Maryland, Delaware (where an aunt and uncle once lived in an old lighthouse), Connecticut, Massachusetts, Long Island and Maine (always my favorite) where I now reside.
My fascination with all things connected to the sea, especially lighthouses, has led me to learn the lore and legends, encompassing everything from the beauty, mystery and romance, to the lighthouse hauntings, to the dark and sinister tales of the wreckers.
It appears that nothing much has changed in the past four hundred years. The murderous wreckers, albeit in a different form, are still plying their deadly trade, still wrecking lives, still breaking hearts. The thieving bastards are still stealing and destroying private property; still engaging in the lowest forms of trickery and deception; still killing witnesses who might expose their crimes.
Only now, they perpetrate their crimes with little risk of being apprehended, much less fear of retribution.
The
atrocities of the wreckers have become institutionalized.
WAR CRIMES, INSTITUTIONALIZED HUMAN RIGHTS VIOLATIONS
Now,
they have implemented treasonous legislation which allows them to
commit war crimes under the color of law; as well as to be
'exonerated' from past war crimes. Not Constitutional law, the
Supreme Law of the Land, to be sure, but who is going to stop them?
Now, the bastards can hold prisoners without formally charging them with any crime and with no access to legal counsel. The bastards can also torture their captives with impunity.
They can spy, violate privacy, engage in 'round-the-clock surveillance of American citizens, all the while waving the flag in their rabid, war-mongering frenzy: The War on Terror, don't you know?
Terrorists,
running a war on terror. Terrorists, terrorizing anyone who dares to
stand up and defy them, who dares to fight for Liberty, who dares to
call them what they are: TERRORISTS. And traitors to these United
States of America.
As for the wreckers who have destroyed my own life, their hideous handiwork has been wrought not by rogue gangs of thugs, but in a highly organized manner, at the behest and the expense of the U.S. Government. And their terror campaign against private citizens like myself started long, long ago, before their illegal covert operations morphed into the "war on terror" and reached the public perception as such.
I'd
been writing and speaking publicly about it for many years before
9-11, attempting to warn all and sundry. Mostly, I only encountered
resistance from people whose eyes glazed over at the mention of
domestic terrorism by the government; who just couldn't get their
minds around the fact that the U.S. government would persecute
American citizens.
Moral
considerations aside, not to worry, they can easily afford it.
They've got the resources – in spades – gleaned from their
extortion of "taxpayer dollars"; their sponsorship of
pervasive corporate debt-slavery; as well as black budget funding,
scavenged from drugs-for-arms deals and other criminal enterprises.
Nor are they at a loss for manpower (if you could call them "men".
) They operate under plausible deniability, their methods are
insidious as hell.
Cowards, liars, traitors. Terrorists R Us.
Those of us who seek justice, who defend our individual rights and liberties, bestowed by God, fight them with every fiber of our being. We expose their evil, bringing it into the light. But to fight them, to expose them truly and well, we must first understand the nature of evil. Unless and until evil is recognized for what it actually is, all efforts to expose it, to vanquish it, are in vain.
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This report will be continued, for the worst is yet to come...ON THE NATURE OF EVIL
