Wild Side Walk: Pt 11.

(Unexpurgated) 1982: Report from the astronaut

photo: Hollywood Affair (1982), Los Angeles
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Isaac had been hired to join a team of 35 investigators and 26 federal agents in Atlanta, Georgia, to hunt for clues to the murders of about 20 young black children, aged between 8 and 15 years old. The murders occurred between November 1979 and mid 1981, and the publicity had brought psychics, astrologers, photographers, visiting police experts, consultant psychologists and TV crews from all over the United States as well as the Georgia Bureau of Investigation, Atlanta Police, the Sherrif's departments from several counties, and the F.B.I. who headed the investigation. The reward for information leading to the arrest of the killer or killers was set at $100,000 and the situation turned into desperation. Young children were too scared to play in parks and on the street, some were carrying guns and knives as self defence.

Initially a rumour had drawn the Investigators to check out the possibility that a Ku Klux Klan hitman had been assigned by a national genocide squad to eliminate black males before they could father children, but the Klan had also hired investigators and were worried that they may be implicated in the murders. The outcome of Isaac's inquisition was the discovery of a phenomenon known as "Snuff Movies'. In what must be the most perverse form of pornography, these black youths had been kidnapped and then filmed while being tortured to death, for the purpose of providing sadistic pleasure to a select group of white businessmen. The films were then used as a show of strength within a Protection Racket, (a well organised blackmailing system which reaps profits from violent intimidation).

Having not read anything in papers or magazines about this sort of racket, I asked Isaac why it had not been reported. I gathered for much the same reasons as the Jack the Ripper coverup. Too many people holding positions of power were involved and the way they wielded their power like a weapon created a level of paranoia which guaranteed silence from the people who knew too much. Little wonder Isaac was feeling so bad about the whole experience, knowing that the truth was being covered up by an evil assembly of racist white middle-class slave hunters, torturers, and murderers.

Isaac turned the table and told me that if I wanted to experience a feeling of "Love Everywhere" that I should go to Salt Lake City. I asked him about the Mormons, and I got the impression that they were very astute businessmen, and had built a monumental religion praising the virtues of capatilism and polygamy. My impressions of the USA were quickly becoming a combination of ideas involving Religion, Sex, Money, Drugs and Death.

Downtown LA is some eight miles from Hollywood, although I didn't realise this when I first started walking off down Hollywood Blvd. I'd just bought a little FM/cassette Walkman tape machine, and was recording a tape of the journey from my hotel to downtown. The following is transcribed from that tape. Black woman at bus stop, Hollywood: " I hate that motherfuckin' God, I love the Devil, ...I hate that motherfuckin' God, ...I love the Devil... " over and over and over ...fade...

Standing on Hollywood Blvd. overpass, underneath me and behind a high barbed wire fence, four lanes of cars roar down Hollywood Freeway, the grey concrete walls of the freeway harbour some hardy shrubs, and piles of broken glass and cardboard shreds. Lying in one carton only metres from the cars is a sleeping man, breathing almost pure carbon monoxide and burnt rubber fumes. But at least he is safe from the muggers.

(To be continued).

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