EEOC: The Real Deal - Do They Really Support Title VII of the 1964 Civil Rights Act?

EEOC: THE REAL DEAL

(Equal Employment Opportunity Commission)

Do They Really Support Title VII of the 1964 Civil Rights Act?

BY PHILLIP M. DUSE SR.

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Source of information: The author compiled the information in this book from video and audio information in his possession and records on three EEO, Equal Employment Opportunity, complaints referred to the EEOC, Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, under Title VII of the 1964 Civil Rights Act. The issues addressed by the EEOC involve agencies under the Department of Defense, DOD, such as—Defense Contract Management Command (DCMC). The Department of Justice, DOJ, and the Central Intelligence Agency, CIA, is alleged to be involved too. The involvement of these entities is currently only alleged and not yet proven fact. Therefore, the matter of their involvement, i.e., as perpetrators, is only an expressed opinion and firm belief of the author. Regarding the three EEO cases, the EEOC findings were appealed to the Federal and Appellate courts of the U.S. Fourth District, and then to the U.S. Supreme Court by WRIT of CERTIORARI—request for review by the Supreme Court. The WRIT is presented in its entirety at chapter 6.

Disclaimer: The real names of private individuals mentioned in the EEO cases and other public records have been changed. Names of individuals are mentioned if they are considered to be public officials exercising some portion of authority inherent in the power of the sovereign U.S. Government: such as Military Officers, Judges/Magistrates and Governmental Secretary and Department heads of the U.S.

Definitions: Reference is made in this book to the terms Brain Washing & Mental Masturbation for which the legal definition may/is not sufficiently clear as to be undeniable. The definition of Brain Washing, though, includes: any method of controlled systematic indoctrination—the intent of the author. A close relative conveying this meaning is the term brain wash as a verb it means to teach to accept a system of thought uncritically and is also of relevance to the intent of the author. Mental Masturbation, unfortunately, has no exact legal or dictionary definition that the author could find. The closest definition conveying essentially the intent of the author can be found under the term Mentalism the doctrine that objects of knowledge have no existence except in the mind of the perceiver—essentially the intent of the author—and applies to perpetrators (Government?) operating under a false color of authority while attempting to entrap the author to defame his character and outstanding work history.

Hold your nose and discover:

1. The author has found them to be players of low integrity who permitted an agency to unilaterally alter complaints and misrepresent issues to appear as the folly of fools.

2. He also believes they assisted others, Department of Justice, DOJ, for example, and the District Federal/Appellate Courts in avoiding agency liability for proven violations of Title VII, 1964 Civil Rights Act—how? The complete story in exquisite detail is shared for your edification.

3. Another conclusion of the author holds: They appear to have assisted the U.S. Supreme Court to not rule on the merits of issues, thus denying justice by trial under Title VII!

4. It would appear that they are among the entities who took no action, looked the other way, on a griping report involving actions of hit men attempting to terminate the author’s life—was the Government involved? See chapter 3—Why? Who else?

FOREWORD

This book is the follow-up to the book published in 1998: Phil Duse Versus the Tyranny of DOD (Intelligence and Investigative Agencies). It includes the promised Final Chapter on results of the Civil Suit, CA No. 99-1400-A, $10 million in compensatory and punitive damages, for pain, suffering, and unwarranted sleuthing activity allegedly perpetrated by government entities depicted in the book. The civil suit was filed in the Fourth District Federal Court, Alexandria, VA, and litigated, pro se, through the Fourth District Appellate Court to the U.S. Supreme Court.

As a result of litigating the Civil Suit pro se, the author’s knowledge of the suit process increased substantially, particularly as it regards quasi-legalistic sleights of hand available to government defendants in this process brokered by the EEOC. The sleights of hands in the process are exposed under the bright light of the 1st amendment for the public’s edification on perceptions of sleuthing by witting and unwitting government entities. The public will learn the Real Deal on EEOC tricks and maneuvers in its application of (supposed) remedial remedies under Title VII of the 1964 Civil Rights Act. The author notes that the vast majority of Title VII citizen complaints reflect a reality that complaints referred to the EEOC seldom receive the justice presumed to be available under the act, as proven by statistical results alone. This book explains why this is so.

Readers will be shocked by startling examples of unrealized justice attributable to pure administrative reasoning unrelated to the issues but employed by the EEOC and the courts, whereby defendants exploit loopholes in the rules—apparently put in place for that very purpose. One of the more outrageous examples discussed deals with offending agencies and court fact finders witting acceptance of statements proven to have been false. The offending agency need only to qualify its false statements as permissible under an oxymoron term called agency articulation available only to the offending agency. Once the term is applied to a falsity, it becomes the supporting rationale for the court’s so called fact finders to exonerate the offending agency, thus eliminating liability for unsupportable or misleading sworn statements. It is but one of several unsavory tactics available to governmental departments and agencies attributed to the Wink/Wink application of Title VII guidance.

The miss application of Title VII guidance, you will discover through the replay of events, is apparently routinely accepted by the courts, too, to the unmitigated disadvantage of thousands of complainants. Further rendering use of the Title VII Civil Rights guidance to be of questionable value at best, probably a crafted legalistic scam.

Title VII of the 1964 Civil rights act is the basis under which Civil Action No. 99-1400-A was filed, but crafted loop-holes renders the supposed protections to be a scam comparable to an Indian Treaty. Whoever relies on the protections may discover, as the author did, and by results multiple thousands of other, too, that they were being played as fools by the injustice in the very system touted as the protector of their interest. This book shows how it is done.

The information presented in this book is of monumental interest to anyone contemplating pursuit of justice presumed available under Title VII of the 1964 Civil Rights Act. By way of example, the civil litigation is presented here as presented to the EEO/EEOC and the courts in the civil suit. The issues are followed from their inception in a DOD agency—to the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission to the fourth district federal court, to the appellate court, and then to the U.S. Supreme Court. The results of the process exposes the Real Deal of the system and why it is actually a scam inimical of a modern day Indian treaty.

As stated in the 1998 book, this story is drawn from personal experiences of the author, an ongoing victim of alleged sleuthing by presumed governmental perpetrators. The author’s work experiences, in and of them selves, were unique. He was the first Black male in the DOD’s Defense Contract Management Command, DCMC, to have had broad ranging access to top-secret weapons related program information, under developmental and production contracts monitored by the Defense Logistics Agency. The issues presented are so extraordinarily aggrieved and profoundly disturbing that they had to be presented for the public’s edification in addition to litigated in the civil courts to bring about resolution through a let-the-chips-fall-where-they-may manner.

The alleged perpetrators claim immunity from civil consequence for devious, unwarranted actions that, amongst other outrageous actions, contributed to an attempt by hit men to terminate the author’s life—they failed, fortunately, but if they had been successful, no one would have known of the government’s involvement or why.

Readers will discover astounding unsavory continual ruses: sexual entrapment schemes by meretricious acting [primarily White] females. And other potentially violent incidents directed at the author by alleged governmental parties assisted by witting locals; the logic supporting their actions appears to have been developed under a silly southern line of reasoning derived from Mental Masturbation. Which is stereotypical preconceptions followed to the exclusion of facts—the logic of dolts.

The author, a retired Army Chief Warrant Officer—Logistician—was hired by the Defense Contract Management command, DCMC, to perform property management oversight on government contracts negotiated by DCMC’s Black Box Office. This position involved exercising contractual oversight on Government Black Box programs, such as the once top-secret B-2 Stealth Bomber and its predecessor the F-117A Stealth Fighter, now in the U.S. inventory. The noted aircraft are examples of Black Box programs involving the cutting edge of technology in weaponry. Knowledge of specific Black Box programs is compartmentalized and tightly controlled, the existence of the programs is limited to those in possession of a prerequisite top-secret clearance and a need-to-know directly related to the top-secret program.

The veracity of the author is available for verification by Polygraph examination or the new Brain Fingerprinting technology, to thwart denials from disbeliever or unwittingly miss-led perpetrators interested in the truth on the issues that resulted in his/her support of perpetrator activities. An unqualified verbal request for examination has been tendered to presumed competent testing parties, e.g., Society of Retired FBI agents, Maryland Institute of Criminal Justice and the Virginia Criminal Investigators. They, so far, have refused to schedule or otherwise agree to conduct an examination. Probably because such examination would force admission of specific acts of perfidy, thus an acknowledgement of guilt by the involved sleuthing party.

Others, such as talk show or news media host or congress, are encouraged to intervene and accept the author’s invitation to participate in a brain fingerprinting truth-testing examination and thereby expose unwarranted perfidy of Government. The offer for the examination should also be extended to any private party who comes forward and claims they have been damaged by an allegation in this book that they believe to be untruthful. The author recognizes, though, that it is highly likely that perpetrators may be reluctant or restricted by their employers from giving consent to an examination that may expose questionable activities of their current or former employers. Such examination would provide conclusive proof backing the veracity of the author. The author does not otherwise claim to have proof beyond the video and audio information currently in his possession or the documents presented to the EEO/EEOC and the 4th District Courts and the Writ of Certiorari requesting review by the U.S. Supreme Court.

Also, this book provides the author’s updated insights on deceptions and sleuthing techniques that, as the target, he became intimately familiar with. The sleuthing techniques continued unabated (2002) by a host of perpetrators, allegedly, the FBI and local sleuthing entities operating under a false cloak and color of authority. The apparent goal, since the actions are not justified, is to intimidate the author for not having tap danced on command, like southern minorities were once expected to do.

As mentioned at the outset, the perpetrating entities and whomever they work for (government?) appear to pursue non-sensible reasoning developed under the patently ridiculous logic of Mental Masturbation further influenced by local stereotypical beliefs. Such beliefs may be appropriate to engage or deal with non law-abiders or criminally minded individuals, but yet ultimately raises the question of why are these ruses being continually applied against this law-abiding American citizen?

Chapter 1: Background

In the old days, life in the south for northern Blacks was a terrifying emotional event. In August of 1960 a group of my White friends and I enlisted in the U.S. Army. We departed Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania on 3 Aug. 1960 for basic training in the army culture—I was 17 they were 18. We were ready to take on the world but we were quickly confronted with formidable social differences between the Pittsburgh culture and the south. We encountered normal army culture events on-post: Fort Knox, KY; Fort Benning, GA; Fort Jackson SC; and Fort Lee VA, but the civilian cultures in near by communities exhibited extreme hostility to our mere existence. While on post, we enjoyed the same basic rights as other trainees—race was no barrier. But off post, we were in a different world where we had no right to enter presumed public places of accommodations together, restaurants, movies etc. The army recruiter in Pittsburgh forgot to mention this fact of southern life, I was devastated.

This was a social reality re enforced again on the first [and last] trip I made into a local Ft. Benning, GA town accompanied by a White fellow 17-year old soldier from Detroit. We were forced under threat of arrest accompanied by verbal insults from the locals to accept the then existing southern racial inequities—separation of the races off post. To my initial disbelief, my enlistment in the army resulted in this purgatory entrapment in this racist southern culture. The constitutional rights and normal associations enjoyed in my native Pittsburgh, PA didn’t exist outside of the Army installation’s gate. Moreover, southerners I encountered decided I didn’t have any rights that they had to respect. Plus I wasn’t entitled to the same rights that they had in any regard—because they were better people—really now!

I immediate requested a discharge or reassignment to leave the South and the social insanity demonstrated by the mindsets there. But was informed there were no issues flowing from my being in the South? The army culture I was now a part of existed inside the installation’s gate in a positive and socially cohesive environment with fellow soldiers and their families, that was all I needed to worry about—just stay on post they said. Outside the perimeter gates, they said, was a different social reality not under the control of the army. I was informed that it may be a hellish environment for Northern raised minorities and yes their constitutional rights were certainly denied by open racism typical of southern communities, but that would be a southern reality you’ll just have to live with. I was informed that this social situation had ruled the South since the Civil War reconstruction era—Circa 1880s—when Union troops were pulled out of the south under an agreement southerners had with the new president.

Off post, signs were posted at entrances to commercial establishments to include neon signs, i.e., train station at Fort Jackson [Columbia] South Carolina, indicating restricted access based on ethnicity, White only or no Colored or go to rear, an appalling situation ruthlessly enforced by local laws. Outside of the Army’s perimeter, my White friends and I couldn’t socialize together to do so would be criminal, according to local southerners. And I couldn’t return to Pittsburgh until I finished my three-year enlistment, if I went AWOL [Away without leave] the army would eventually catch me and put me in a stockade-jail or federal prison—and that would be the end of the issue—constitutional rights played no part.

Evidence of cultural brainwashing: During the 1961/62 time frame I became aware of a Rhythm and Blues versus Rock and Roll show, billed as The Battle of the Stars—Jackie Wilson versus Jerry Lee Lewis." The show was to be held in a theater located in Richmond VA, about 25 miles North of Fort Lee VA where I was stationed. I traveled to Richmond, located the theater and purchased a ticket. Upon entering the theater I was directed to sit on the left side of a rope strung down the center aisle of the theater. Unlike Pittsburgh, this special seating arrangement was in-place to ensure Colored (Blacks) sat on one side of the rope and Whites on the other.

The show started with the nationally renowned Rhythm and Blues singer Jackie Wilson who gave an awe inspiring performance, the audience on my side of the rope roared with enthusiasm, shouting, dancing in the aisles and singing along with the performer. I glanced at the White youths on the other side of the rope wondering why they weren’t making any noise. They sat stoically and gave no response or visual appreciation or other positive acknowledgement of Jackie Wilson, other than discuss. After he completed his performance, Jerry Lee Lewis took the stage and started his nationally renowned Rock and Roll antics, pounding the piano, gyrating his hands and legs while singing his hit songs. The Whites on the other side of the rope exploded with roars, hooting and hollering upon his arrival on the stage and continued to do so during his entire performance—obviously showing immense enthusiasm for his show. The Blacks (colored) on my side of the rope sat stoically, just as the Whites had done earlier, and gave no acknowledgement whatsoever of the music or the piano pounding antics of Jerry Lee Lewis. It was obvious to me he had gave a rousing performance on par with Jackie Wilson’s show. He was certainly entitled to at least a modicum of recognition from the Blacks (colored) too for his stellar performance—but received none.

What I had just observed was a sight that stunned my mental senses of reality to a point of utter disbelief that I still carry a vivid memory of till this day. This group of music fans—southern youth numbering in the thousands—Black and White, had been totally brainwashed by this apparent southern social logic on life to where it prevented an outward expression or other open appreciation for music performed by another race. They could not and did not demonstrate a requisite ability to provide a normal response to the visual and acoustical stimulation of the other race’s show and acted as if that was the natural order of things—I later learned it was. From my perspective it was obvious that it was not socially permissible for either group to act contrary to the group’s non-response preference, it was just not a part of their normal equation.

After the show all patrons headed for the exits, as I departed the theater I encountered a Black male dressed in a policeman’s uniform, the first time I had seen a southern Black male so dressed, he directed the crowd to the exists. But I noticed he was being totally ignored by the Whites, they seem to purposely go to the opposite of his beckoning direction. I ignored him, too, and went in the opposite direction—the first time I had ever ignored a supposed policeman authority figure.

During this period in the 1960s, though, I was just another soldier, a slick sleeve private at that. But if I believed I had been singled out for improper treatment or told to follow improper orders, I knew it was proper to later seek a corrective action [I had initiated such corrective action through a report to the Fort Lee Inspector General]. I still had to comply with the guidance as directed and do so without question, but at the first appropriate opportunity I spoke out to cause corrective action to southern logic that fostered a senseless riot in my barracks. And I was able to do so without retribution, I only had to show the fact finder—Commander, Inspector General—the army regulation or command policy that identified the logic or guidance to be improper, therefore counter productive to the supposed firm U.S. Army principles against racism.

For the record, the Army was the more progressive of the service cultures, as shown by responsive even keeled management reactions to the tumultuous social problems of the 60s. Neutral governance of soldiers and families living on Army installations was the norm. The majority of Northerners in the army, of course, readily understood why the Army’s even handedness was proper. They understood it would be inappropriate and even patiently ridiculous for on post residents to be governed, stunted if you will, by existing social limitations prevalent in near by southern communities. The on post soldiers and their families had roots grounded in all US areas and racial factions, but had to comply with Army rules period. This harmonious amalgamation of races could be considered remarkable, given the time period, because they were able to live on Army posts in relative social harmony, without the race or class based inequities mandated in southern but often Jim Crowed into northern communities too.

Soldiers who opted to reenlist to remain in this progressive army culture, like the author, were quickly assimilated into an arguably more stable and disciplined way of respectable living. They may not have been considered by their civilian counterparts to be living high on the hog but professional soldiers would certainly acknowledge they indeed enjoyed a more socially, if not materially, rich and safe environment. Because, if for no other reason, by comparison with civilian communities it was free from the physical entanglements that marked the 1960s. During the 60s scores of urban areas, California to New Jersey and stops in-between had to deal with riots and open rebellion against government due to perceptions of inequities in the then existing social and professional status quo. For example, Southerners tended to speak out against the Northern freedom riders and school integration acceptable to northerners. And a large percentage of citizens from both localities rebelled against the War in Vietnam, this kept the country steeped in civil turmoil throughout the 60s and early 70s.

Notwithstanding that lower ranking enlisted soldiers and perhaps some junior officers may disagree on net value of the army’s culture, its relative high value was consistently proven, though, by a healthy number of first term soldiers re-enlisting to remain in the culture. They accepted the cultures inherent strengths as their own and proudly demonstrated the easily recognizable attributes of soldiering to the U.S. community at large. This Army culture had scant resemblance if any to passé mindsets found in typical southern communities—in spite of the majority of Army soldiers being sons and daughters of the south, they were not under direct control of southern courts.

The military’s life style since at least the 1960s—as observed first hand by the author—had inclusive socialization norms reflective of an ideal multi racial society. Therefore, it can be correctly stated the army, by and large during the 60s 70s, and even the 80s, was one community with a healthy multi-racial social structure operating under an umbrella of professional integrity and social cohesiveness unequalled by most American communities during this period—White or Black. Each soldier’s performance expectations were consistent with his/her military rank. This conferred a firm social status and attendant job responsibilities. Failure to follow the rules, of course, opened one up to a swift but certain consequence under the Army’s Uniform Code of Military Justice, UCMJ. Issues under controversy were always resolvable under either the UCMJ or by edict from the installation’s Inspector General. Conversely, and thankfully so, issues were never resolved by nonsensical southern social position preferences supported by their Mental Masturbation theories of no real value to normal thinking people. As well as the other similar restrictive stereotypical logic the author encountered as a civilian-military retiree. Dolt logic he found to be still prevalent in at least two civilian communities in Virginia, Stafford and Sterling—as depicted in the 1998 published book: Phil Duse Versus the Tyranny of DOD.

Lets not forget, before the 1964 advent of civil rights legislation—that forced the U.S. in general, but southern communities in particular to more fairly deal with civil inequities, open accommodations, denial of jobs etc. Note that the army’s on-post facilities, e.g., bowling, restaurants, theaters etc., just like in Pittsburgh had always been open to all civilians to include solders and their families, race was not an issue. This openness was without regard to supposed social concerns, taboos, or preferences found in segregated southern communities—of which the two named above still appeared to be in a catch up mode in the early 80s. They now appear to have joined the rest of the country’s acceptable mindsets as it relates to social issues—observation of the author.

In any event, it must be noted that corrective actions for civil inequities in general included supposed remedies available under the 1964 Civil Rights Act, a part of the solution? But also note that the Act did not apply to soldiers, sailors and airmen until they left their respective service to return to civilian life. Thus regaining suspended constitutional and civil rights; they were no longer subject to military law. Minorities and Women in general, for example, who alleged denial of rights to civilian or government jobs or training opportunities were successfully protected by the act through application of its remedies—note that females now attend formerly all male institutions. But, unfortunately, in other areas covered by the act, where the EEOC is the gatekeeper for the DOD, citizens are unwittingly forced to pursue only a promise of remedies. The EEOC brokered process is highly suspect in its support of the Civil Rights Act—as shown by dismal statistics. There is no remedy on the horizon for this problem, complainants agree it needs correction—this issue is addressed in this book.

Since passage of the Civil Right’s Legislation, complainants had to depend on the courts to intervene and enforce the remedial justice promised under Civil Rights Legislation. The courts should intervene in merit EEOC cases too, but won’t, are they a part of the problem ? The issues are presented here for public edification! Do courts appear to routinely duck EEO issues? If so the process must be changed to ensure remedies under the act are applied to correct violations by defendant sleight of hand to duck the true issues—such slight of hand in the process are not permitted in the army.

In the army, for those who chose to remain, like the author, and serve the country with the goal of eventually retiring, note that they didn’t have to live in ghettoes or deal with drive by shootings or marauding street people or an inequitable judicial system. In general, the kinds of social anomalies and criminal issues viewed as more prevalent in or typical of larger urban communities on the other side of the army’s gate.

Distinct social and cultural differences exist between army and civilian workers that can be appropriately generalized if not assumed. For example, in the army anti social behavior among its professional soldiers and the kinds of criminality allegedly part and parcel to urban ghetto communities does not exist. And the army judicial system is unlike its civilian counterpart, it does not in any way foster or support unprofessional behavior by persons operating under a false color of authority. To the extent that there may have been analogous incidents in the army, it was at such a reduced level that the author never encountered such activity on army installations he visited or was stationed on. The army is not a panacea but it is a culture that mandates appropriate behavior, in a military context, as well as appropriate socialization behavior amongst its members. Southern social preferences and use of investigative resources to stage unwarranted ruses and trick stratagems to entrap the innocent, such as experienced by the author, are not acceptable and certainly could be successfully challenged if the activity were to occur.

Unfortunately, though, these facts are wasted on civilian ruse perpetrators who couldn’t incorporate them or properly interpreted them, if they were interpreted at all. You will note in the book how ruse perpetrators apparently assumed out of pure indifference or plain ignorance that the Army’s culture is comparable to a lower class ghetto community. In this regard, the sleuths demonstrated a mindset where they believed it to be appropriate to impose their narrow-stereotypical and mental masturbation conceptual beliefs on the author, a law abiding military-retirees. In all probability, the sleuthing may have occurred merely because on their civilian side of the fence there are more of them than there are military retirees? So they continued to engage in nonsensical and delusional behavior against the author. The inference suggests the legal approval process, in spite of constitutional prohibitions and supposed penalties for unwarranted activities, is flawed—like an Indian Treaty. The bottom line suggests their system empowered reckless, delusional, individuals to perpetrate the continuous slander of the author’s good name, and do so with immunity—thus far. So lets examine this dolt like southern-based brainwashed reasoning in grater detail, in a broader worldly context as opposed to the view from behind a magnolia bush!

OTHER CULTURES—soldier’s paradise

In the summer of 1962 the author finally left the south, Fort Lee VA, and was reassigned to the Republic of Korea. On leave in Pittsburgh, PA, he was finally among normal thinking people in terms of having access to commercial establishments and socializing with friends and neighbors. He was able to socialize without having to first consider the person’s ethnicity or engage in demeaning deferral behavior, out of fear of a police sanction for infraction of an unwritten racial prohibition, taboo, or stereotype fear. In route to Korea, he decided to travel to his California port of debarkation by Greyhound Bus, thinking he would get on the bus in Pittsburgh and be driven to California and get off fairly close to his final destination. In retrospect, this belief is the quintessence example of a faulty though process—here’s why. The trip took 5 days and a minimum of 10 different buses that he had to meet at a specific boarding ramp at the proper departure time, they seem to depart only at weird hours of the night. So for five days he could only take catnaps no longer than two or three hours at a time.

He went to Korea on a troop ship, The USS Breckenridge, it was a wooden decked 1940 era troop carrier that transported approximately 2000 troops at a time, densely packed in troop bays below the ship’s water line. The troops slept in three and four-tier bunk beds. The trip took 28 days with three intermediate overnight stops in route where troops could go ashore: Hawaii, Okinawa and Yokohama Japan. In Yokohama, the last stop before reaching Korea, he encountered a type of assembly line dating service featuring Japanese Bar Girls. The girls literally pulled you out of cabs that met the ship at dockside and offered disembarking soldiers a free ride to a bar area about a five-minute ride from the ship. At the bar area, the mama sans—bar owners /hostess met the cabs in the street in front of the bar’s entrance and directed you into their small glitzy bars with American names, Club New York or Happy Girls bar, etc.

Once in the bar, a young Japanese girl immediately sat on your lap and demanded with a sly smile in a kind of pigeon English you buy drink. With the young svelte long hair olive eye beauty sitting in your lap the natural response was sure, why not. We didn’t know that after our money ran out for overpriced drinks, the mama sans would quickly unceremoniously eject you, no money you go she shouted. We stood outside slightly embarrassed and inebriated laughing at how quickly we were ripped off with out receiving as much as a peck on the cheek. Standing outside of the bar, we observed the mama-sans grabbing the next cab load of ever-present soldiers, who appeared to have been waiting in line in the narrow street, and herded them into their respective bars. They ran them through the same rip off process, we could hear the girls you buy drink and when the money was gone, in about a half hour, you no money, you go. This was our initial introduction to Japan.

Okinawa, a separate island not yet receded back to Japan, was the stop before Yokohama. A group of us disembarked from the ship and were met by a slew of cab drivers offering to take us to a cat house where we could meet pretty girls and you can’t beat the price; equal to a mixed drink in the states. We had to be back on the ship before nightfall so a group of us took the driver up on his offer. We were driven to a near by location and met by a group of young Oriental girls flashing gleaming toothy smiles, they pulled us into an array of small one-room hooches for personal servicing. We all got serviced for the promised unbelievable low price, compared to the states, and were back on the street in less than fifteen minutes—our initial introduction to the Orient and we enjoyed it immensely.

When we got to Yokohama, the second stop bar event, our funds were low from the hooch service and bar hoping in Okinawa. Yes, we were fleeced, but on par we weren’t clipped for more than 20-25 bucks apiece. The point in explaining this here is I discovered early on in my military career that wherever U.S. soldiers were stationed overseas and in the states, too, local ladies were readily available to service you, on and off post. In the Orient it was at a price unequaled in the states, plus dating the girls wasn’t necessary. In Europe, it was mostly free for those who had game but some paid in one form or another out of habit anyway—yes, unlike in the states, it was legal. Also, I found European girls in general to be appreciative and very accommodating of Black males—a mutual admiration more unique to Europe but found in the U.S., too.

Therefore, given this background, it is obvious to world traveled soldiers that U.S. civilians’ in general, but especially brainwashed southern ruse perpetrators, in spite of their self-perceptions of brilliance on social issues, just aren’t aware of the typical situations military persons encounter in their social lives traveling the word. A unique social life that is part and parcel territory to being a career soldier—first term enlistees have some exposure to the different social realities too. Professional soldiers through experience quickly learn to socialize among diverse races and cultures here at home as well as overseas, southern preferences seldom rule. Civilians the author encountered socially overseas, obviously, were not reared in cultures inimical of the segregated South of years past—they readily saw through U.S. brainwashed logic to independently follow their own preference for socializing with soldiers—sans southernisms.

To further highlight this huge difference in social logic, foreign to perpetrators, I need only to consider their doltish reliance on sexual ruses. Ruses staged by and large with unattractive White females who think they their race alone can easily entrap Black males—there need be no mutual attraction; an issue discussed with vivid examples in the 1998 published book. The females merely smile, perhaps expose a leg, then expend undue effort to get in front of you to bottom wiggle more than they ought—but never engage you in conversation—this is not a perplexing situation when a soldier is confronted with it? Most soldiers know that true ladies of the knight, if that’s what their entrapment ruse is attempting to portray, do a lot more than merely smile and show a leg to get your attention. Professional soldiers have learned the differences through first hand experience. So the multitude of ruse playing females wanting to entrap the author have been a nuisance at best, they don’t realize that’s how they appear to this retired soldier. I’ll suggest it’s another example of brainwashing at work but who really cares?

This mute and flash ruse might make sense if they target a brainwashed local yokel, someone whose perspective on life was shaped similar to the delusional brain(s) directing the ruses. This would, in all probability, be a person with significant experience in being sexually hard up, or perhaps one who has an abnormal mental concern for the alleged Black male sexual prowess with females—if the author is their example they can rest assured the prowess premise is true. From my perspective, Black males in general [especially soldiers] do not go bleary eyed in the presence of a smiling White female—such assumptions are plain ridiculous, especially in this new millennia modern era? Or perhaps the kind of perpetrator I’m alluding to drew wisdom from a prisoner or similar indigent individual who was not being serviced regularly or as easily as more worldly soldier types—there is a difference. So if one of these areas discussed serves as an example case, perpetrators, psychologist or whomever else is involved in the ruses have missed the proverbial boat and flunked the real life reality course. Perhaps they would be better served if they dropped their old stereotypical beliefs and started anew at square one using current logic—free advice from this author who has never lived in a perpetrator’s world steeped in or controlled by dated logic.

Korea, to an enlisted soldier, was the best-kept secret in the world. I found the Koreans to be among the hardest working people on the planet, and deserving of a better hand than the one fate dealt them at the time, early 1960s. I later learned they worked so hard because they didn’t have a welfare safety net where one could get something for nothing, no work no pay was the norm. Which meant those who didn’t have a job probably had to depend on the charity of family and friends for basic essentials and not the Korean government. This is an observation of the author that also appeared to be consistent with most U.S. soldiers living on American compounds located throughout the divided country of approximately 35 million South Koreans.

Outside of US compound gates were literally thousands of young pretty Korean girls, three or four times the number of soldiers on the compound, working for mama-sans, primarily, but entrepreneurs working on their own behalf existed in large numbers, too. You could rent the girls by the month or by the event, and a different girl was always available. I was a mere private but the monthly rental cost was not a problem, so I rented. I found the girls, in terms of satisfying your sexual desires, to be among the most accommodating girls that I ever encountered—you ask, they give a can do. I knew of no equivalent in the states—other than streetwalkers. So it is arguable that sexual ruse perpetrator schemes against retired soldiers are of low value in terms of probability of success. Soldiers have had sexual accommodation experiences that set them apart psychologically from similar age civilians—females at affordable prices.

A couple of years later during a tour at Fort Meade, Maryland, I was reassigned back to Fort Lee Virginia. Upon my return, I noticed that the formerly segregated USO club I frequented on my first tour had been closed, and the former White USO club was to suffice for both races, but dancing was banned—brainwash logic was still evident but a sliver of progress nevertheless. Then, eight months later, I was reassigned to another one-year tour in Korea—6th Medical Supply Depot. On this tour, a couple of weeks before my ship left port, I secured my girl friend’s hand in mirage, Cynthia Ann Rogers of Annapolis, MD. I traveled to Korea by troop ship again but skipped the Bus ride to California and flew, for the first time, from Annapolis, Maryland to Oakland, CA. In that I was now a married private E-2, I made firm plans to save as much money as I could during the tour. So I passed up the free cab rides in Okinawa and the Yokohama ladies and Hawaiian as well. Hawaii was too pricey anyway. I walked around by myself site-seeing when the ship docked for overnight stays. In Korea, I spent a lot of time lifting weights and in general lived a miser’s life—I saved a lot of money, though, and became a super soldier, too, got promoted twice. What’s the point? This is a normal life style for a married soldier—in a twenty-year career you experience several extended separations from your family, you are a somewhat free geographical bachelor.

I returned to the states after a year and flew back across the Pacific Ocean in 8 hours, as opposed to the three to four weeks I spent on troop ships during the previous two trips. I was assigned to the Walter Reed Army Hospital and interviewed by the Army’s Surgeon General for a unique student nurse protector position he created in the new Army Nursing College, Walter Reed Army Institute of Nursing, WRAIN. I mention highlights of events occurring in WRAIN in the 1998 published book, Phil Duse Versus the Tyranny of DOD. I apparently got along with the nurses pretty well because they promoted me two more times in a little more than a year. I was a 24 year old Staff Sergeant when I was reassigned, Germany, in 1967. One of the Senior Non Commission Officers, NCO, in the Walter Reed Personnel Office told me they had to reassign me because the nurses were promoting me to fast. Stating one of the nurses had inquired about when she could promote me again and I had just recently been promoted.

At Walter Reed Army Medical Center, WRAMC, for the first time in six years of soldiering, I finally had enough rank to join the prestigious Non Commissioned Officer’s Club. Army NCO Clubs are the center of after duty social activities for soldiers in enlisted grades E-5 through E-9, Buck Sergeant through Sergeant Major, their family and escorted guests. NCO clubs were lively places, hosting live music, go-go girls and the presence of young soldiers attracted significant numbers of female patrons from local communities—all races intermixed socially without consequence, unlike southern and civilian clubs in the Washington DC area during this time period.

In 1967, my reassignment was to an Army Hospital in Nuremberg Germany, the hospital provided medical services and material support to approximately 100,000 military personnel, their families and to 13 Nuremberg area dispensaries. I ran the medical supply-warehouse for 18 months, located about 10 miles from the hospital proper, later yet I became the senior medical supply NCO of the hospital’s Medical Supply Office. In January of 1970, I was promoted to Sergeant First Class—I was 27 years old.

During this tour, I enrolled in German language classes and after six months had acquired a fairly good ability to speak the language, at about level 3 on a 5 level scale. I became intimately familiar with German food and the culture, especially the robust and inviting German Frauleins [single ladies] to where I was appreciative of the rest three months later when my geographical bachelor-hood came to an abrupt end, my wife and two kids arrived. The point here is there was no shortage of affection from native European ladies, i.e., Germans, Swiss, Spanish, and Greek. And, in fact, there was an overabundance of affectionate ladies in general that openly fulfilled personal desires and preferences to socialize with Black American soldiers. Southern Americans, such as ruse perpetrators, or older American civilians in general would probably be hard pressed to relate to this European reality, but from a soldier’s perspective, other than vigilante types, who gives a care?

I was a bouncer in a NCO club located on a former SS [German army] compound. Interestingly enough I discovered with amazement during the summer months that significant numbers of American tourist came to Germany and wound up in Nuremberg requesting I admit them into the NCO club. What was most unusual about their request was the number of Southern ladies in the group who specifically sought to hook up with Black Soldiers in order to consummate over seas what was forbidden in their southern locality of the states! I admitted them and they actively made contact with the Black soldier of their choice, something my fellow soldiers and I often laughed about.

Another reality, a generous percent of European ladies specifically wanted Black Soldiers to understand that European ladies are not similar to racially insensitive Southern ladies in terms of likes and dislikes in men. They stated they are Europeans with their own unique cultural taboos, disliking Black Americans is not one of them. Young ladies who live near U.S. military bases by and large did not engage in the racial or social negatives they often viewed with sorrow in the German news media. Referring specifically to the 1960s and the then existing southern race separation laws and dating taboos, and on-going Vietnam protest further inflamed by urban race riots between White and Black. We are not like them we speak for ourselves they said.

I learned first hand of this European social and cultural reality and of other important material if not extreme differences, too, such as nudity and sex being openly shown on German TV. I noted that prostitution is legal in Germany and many other European countries; a reality that in its self defines a culture divide between America and Europe to a greater degree than is generally understood. There were no age restrictions on young teenage German girls socializing with American soldiers in European Guesthouses, the German equivalent of American bars, they are permitted to bring their dogs into the Guesthouses, too.

Over the years since the last world war, thousands of German ladies migrated to the U.S. as wives or under immigration quotas. I typically encountered many of them and Orientals, too, when I patronized NCO and Officer clubs during my military career and afterwards in retirement. In many instances I had a communication advantage by having basic knowledge of the language and customs to where a reciprocal rapport was easy to foster with individuals I met from countries I previously visited as a soldier. A normal situation for a world experienced professional soldier. But not for civilians raised under American historical culture restrictions and taboos in social thinking that may have stunted their ability to interface with or otherwise engage people from different cultures in a non hostile manner.

For example, by contrast I have had to reluctantly deal with the narrow focus of local US cultural race issues. And attendant [brainwashed] assumptions steeped in out dated and inappropriate traditions of stereotypical beliefs to the exclusion of a broader focus of judging people as people. Frankly, I have always found the pursuit of local narrow based racial assumptions to be a winless-wasteful use of ones wisdom and mental energy. Especially when the bottom line confronts you with logic of Mental Masturbators who appear to be too dumb or reckless to know better. Hard facts are always proven reliable, unlike local tales—regardless of their source.

In 1970, I departed Germany to attend the Vietnamese Language School at El Paso, Biggs Field, Texas. I had been reassigned to the Military Advisory Group Vietnam, MACV, and had to undergo language training to become a medical logistics advisor to the Vietnamese Army. This assignment is not typical of most soldiers sent to Vietnam, it entailed being force-fed the Vietnamese language eight hours a day over a four-month period. As a result, I had to endure a family separation of 18 months—a reality often faced by professional soldiers but experienced by few civilian families. Was there a consolation provided to assuage the emotional trauma of the war? Yes, I was able to take two Rest and Relaxation (R&R) leaves—a week in the states and one in Taiwan, China, one of the loveliest places in the Orient with the prettiest of ladies.

In 1971, after the tour in Vietnam, I was sent to a 12 week logistics training course held in, you guessed it, Fort Lee, VA. For openers, I noted for the first time that the social climate in the NCO club had taken on a flavor unheard of 10 years earlier. None of the previous social taboos were present or if they were they were under the surface and certainly not obvious from the perspective of a young Senior NCO, I was swamped with accommodation prospects from local southern ladies of both races.

After the logistics course ended, I was assigned to the Madigan Army Medical Center, MAMC, in Fort Lewis Washington. The social environment there was by and large the same as my native Pittsburgh, PA; meaning southern overt racist logic was all but non-existent amongst native Washingtonians. In the book published in 1998, Phil Duse Versus the Tyranny of DOD, I comment on a couple of unsavory instances of southern logic clashing with local social practices in this northern environment where the populace had never been brainwashed. I made a slew of friends among my coworkers there, civilian and military, that I would still count as good friends today.

For sake of posterity, if nothing else, I’ll note here that in the states I often encountered compatriots, former medical service coworkers from D.C and Madigan and Army Officer Clubs patronized in Europe. And as a DOD civilian, after my military retirement I continued to socialize with old compatriots. None of them exhibited signs of having been brainwashed—also defined as a common trait of bonehead ruse perpetrators. This association with former compatriots is an example of comradeship or esprit de corps normal to soldiers but somewhat foreign to civilians—except perhaps those who have been members of a college fraternal or sorority organization.

It was during the 3 ½ year tour in the Pacific Northwest, that I was promoted to Warrant Officer, I held a Lieutenant Colonel’s Job, Medical Supply Officer—the first instance in which a Warrant Officer was assigned to such a position, albeit temporarily. I departed Fort Lewis in 1975 to attend a Supply and Maintenance Officer's course, SMO, held at Fort Lee, VA, yes back to Fort Lee again. There, young local ladies who typically socialized with soldiers now appeared to have joined the rest of the World. I encountered them openly socializing on post and they didn’t appear concerned for old social taboos against Blacks. That is, none I detected and vigilantes are not permitted.

Upon graduation from the SMO course, I was assigned to Germany again, but I was no longer in the medics. I was assigned to a Nuclear Capable 8" Artillery Battalion. I was the Supply Officer, S-4, and Property Book Officer, PBO; an unusual assignment in that most Warrants in my specialty were normally limited to PBO assignments; the S-4 function would be assigned to a Commissioned Officer in the grade of Lieutenant or Captain.

There is an added significance to this assignment, however, it appears to have had relevance to later vigilante sleuthing and ruses occurring fifteen-to-twenty years later. I was chasing 60 and had long ago ceased acceptance of amorous advances from agreeable ladies and, in fact, had not engaged in skirt chasing since the age of forty—the advent of the AIDS era. I had also learned when you’re dealing with brain washed individuals to expect ridiculous sexual ruses as the norm, they don’t know any better.

The ruses I’ll discus here involved American teenage sisters accompanied by a parent, but positioned in close proximity to me at an airport, a health clinic and a restaurant. The ruses proceeded under the illusion there would be a correlation in terms of socialization habits and sexuality with Black males between the positioned sisters and the more socially enlighten, unfettered-aggressive, German Frauleins I encountered on this second tour? The undercover goal, obviously, was to entrap me under an assumption I would attempt to engage White teenage American girls with some sexual conquest in mind—but the ruses always failed due to their wholly ridiculous nature if nothing else. So, I’ll cover relevant highlights of the possible reasoning for the ruses grounded in this second German tour. I’ll leave other specific examples of sleuthing entrapment attempts until later when I address the period 1981-2000.

On this 1975-78 assignment in West Germany, I lived in the German town of Herzogenaurach, located about 3 miles from the army post—Herzo-Base and about 25 miles from Nuremberg Germany. I had the first floor apartment in a three-story apartment building that faced a similar if not identical three-story apartment building twenty-to-thirty feet away. A matriarchal family occupied the three apartments in the facing building. There was the matriarchal Mother who had the top floor, her son, single forty or so had the second floor, and her daughter, fortish also, married with three daughters, two in their late teens, 17-19, and one pre-teen, had the first floor. The oldest of the three daughters had a son almost a year old, I was 32 when I met them.

I had been in Germany for only a week when the Commander of my new unit, 3/37th Field Artillery, informed me of the availability of his first floor apartment which I eventually occupied. He had lived there briefly and had just recently moved on post. I accepted his former apartment sight unseen; my family was scheduled to arrive in the next day or so. I got hold of the keys from my commander and went to inspect the apartment before finalizing a least arrangement with the German landlord. I parked in the courtyard in front of the entrance door and entered the apartment. I had just completed a quick walk through the rooms when I heard a couple of slight raps on the entrance door. The door opened and a young slim, attractive Fraulein came in without waiting for me to open the door; it was their custom and not considered to be a trust pass as it could be so labeled in the states.

She introduced herself as my next door neighbor and inquired if I was going to take the apartment, I said yes. She spoke pretty good English and said good and sat on the sofa with her legs and free flowing dress drawn up under her chin. In the brief chit/chat that followed I disclosed that this was my second tour in Germany, she smiled widely and her countenance took on a more serious posture. She let the dress drop from under her chin exposing a delectable derriere. She then cut to the chase by fixating her eyes on my crouch to indicate what she was after, a normal action for an aggressive Fraulein. I’d met scores of Fraulein’s previously and became intimately familiar with this non-verbal come on. But, not wanting to go any further so quickly after meeting her, because my wife would soon join me, I was apprehensive and made a quick excuse of not having any more time, but assuring her since I had just arrived I would certainly see her later. I immediately opened the entrance door and we exited the apartment—she went to her parent’s apartment twenty feet away and I drove back to the base. On numerous other occasions through out the next three years, though, she often acquired about us getting together, I always gratefully declined but remained on friendly terms with her. I still consider her to be a good friend today, but only a friend.

Our families became good friends and the wife