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With their power, they want to control the whole world. But
we will not let them.
Who are they? They are the Jews. Who has been accused of trying
to “control the whole world?” Put “Jewish world control” in quotes and run a
search in Google and you get 31,000 hits. For centuries, anti-Semitic
propaganda has demonized the Jew as a conspiratorial, manipulative
outsider with powers and designs of world domination. The Protocols of
the Elders of Zion was a forgery that supposedly laid out the blueprint for a
Jewish world government. Yoko’s “Peace” ad is no different.
They also use fear tactics, saying the world will be in a great
mess if we don’t do it their way. Well, the world is already in a
mess. Why? Because we followed them.
I knew John and Yoko quite well in the early 1970’s. It was
many an hour I spent with them on Bank Street. When
John left Yoko she would call me for consolation and
advice. What caused Yoko Ono to adopt this left/right Jew
hatred? Could it have been her ex-husband Sam Havadtoy,
the son of Jewish Holocaust refugees who were forced to
move to England from Hungary? I first heard of Sam
Havadtoy from a sleazy druggie and floor-tiller named
Bruce Kirsh whose motto was “I never met a drug I didn’t like.” Long before
Yoko hooked up with Sam Havadtoy Bruce told me that he had worked for
him on a job that entailed renovating and decorating a town house owned
by the King of Morocco. Sam would form a dummy company wherein
everyone would have phony social security numbers then fold the company
at tax time then start anew with another bogus company. When Albert
Goldman told me Yoko was going out with this bi-sexual interior decorator I
could not freaking believe it. Yoko got into this Jew-hating bag after Sam
divorced her and Yoko had to make a huge divorce settlement payment to
him. Another possibility is that fascism runs in her blood.
Yoko had a rather naïve way of looking at World War II and in the early
1970’s was quoted as saying: “If I was a Jewish girl in Hitler’s day, I would
approach him and become his girlfriend. After 10 days in bed,
he would come to my way of thinking. This world needs
communication. And making love is a great way of
communicating.” Yoko Ono is the daughter of a Japanese war
criminal who worked with the Nazis during World War II. It
seems to me that Yoko has not escaped her fascist heredity.
Yoko was born into power and wealth on February 18, 1933 to
her parents, Eisuke Ono and Isoko Yasuda Ono at her great-grandmother's
palatial estate overlooking Tokyo, with the emperor's compound located
nearby. A staff of thirty servants attended to the family's every need. Yoko's
paternal great-grandfather, Atsushi Saisho, was the descendant of a 9th
Century emperor and a member of a powerful family which played a role in
overthrowing the shogunate system in Japan. Yoko's mother came from a
very wealthy family. Isoko Yasuda Ono's grandfather was Zenjiro Yasuda,
the founder of the Yasuda Bank and head of one of Japan's richest
business cartels. Zenjiro Yasuda had amassed a fortune of more than one-
billion dollars before his death by assassination in 1921. It was this cartel
that profited from the Rape of Nanking as it was his industries that used the
slave labor from Nanking. Following World War II, the Yasuda Bank was
dissolved by the Supreme Commander of the Allied Powers, Douglas
McArthur due to its complicity in Japanese war crimes. Downtown Tokyo
contains an entire block seized from Ono’s family after the war as
reparations and given to the Philippines. Ono went to the exclusive
Gakushuin school, for the Japanese aristocracy. One of her classmates
was the Crown Prince Akihito, now the Emperor of Japan. She was in
Japan when the bombs fell on Hiroshima and Nagasaki and told this author
that she had to eat grass to survive. Her father Eisuke Ono was working in
America prior to Pearl Harbor and left the country possibly fearing that his
role as a Japanese spy might be unearthed or that he might have been
placed in an internment camp along with his family. During the war he had
been working in occupied Hanoi, Vietnam and was imprisoned as a
Japanese war criminal after Japan surrendered. The fascist’s wife and
children were in Tokyo when it was razed by American firebombs in 1945,
killing more than 100,000 people many of whom had taken part in the war
effort. Afterwards Ono and her younger brother were evacuated to the
countryside.
I first met John Lennon and Yoko Ono after the group I headed, the Rock
Liberation Front, started a mini-riot in the offices of their manager, Allen
Klein. "Klein come clean / Where's the buck fourteen?" "You'll wonder
where the money went / When Klein runs a charity event" shouted 20 sign-
carrying members of the Rock Liberation Front as they marched in front of
"Klein the Swines" plush offices at 1700
Broadway. Some RLFers were carrying
bushel baskets of rotten apples, tomatoes
and lettuce in order to implement their
organization's FREE FOOD FOR
STARVING MUSIC EXECS PROGRAM
which was based on the assumption that if
Klein and Co. had to rip-off the starving
people of Bangla Desh for bread, they must be a bunch of hungry mothers.
This RLF action was inspired by Rolling Stone ex-editor Peter McCabe,
who, about a week before the demo, had pointed the finger at Klein in an
article in New York Magazine. The piece concerned the rather obvious fact
that the cost of the Bangla Desh Concert Benefit Album was highly inflated
and implied that ABKCO (Klein's Co.) was pocketing $1.14 per album sold -
and considering the LP would probably sell 3 million copies, that wasn't
chicken feed. McCabe broke the costs down on the "non-profit" disc this
way: (roughly) $3 to produce and distribute it etc....$1.14 profit to Klein;
$2.54 to Columbia for Dylan's appearance and $5.00 to be split between
the writers and publishers. 3 million discs sold - 6 million bucks of non-
profit. A few days after McCabe's story hit the streets Klein called a press
conference in his office on Monday, Feb. 28, 1971. He made sure the
underground press was notified cause the McCabe article had accused him
of excluding the Underground Press from other conferences. Allen's big
mistake was sending a telegrammed invitation to the NY ACE, since they
tipped the RLF to what was happening. Five RLFers showed up on
Monday, including Ann Duncan, Minister of Art, Frank Rose, Minister of
Information, two photographers and myself.
After casing the place and finding that everything worth stealing had been
removed we began to listen to Klein do his thing; that is, lie like a
motherfucker. "I didn't make a cent; in fact we actually lost money on the
disc. We did it for the starving people of Bangla, Desh. I'm gonna sue New
York magazine for $1 to 6 million." He came up with some real winners -
$7.50 apiece for the box and booklet - although he produced a million units
of each and this price did not include color separation. Repayment of the
cost of the concert which he had originally claimed would come from the
profits he made on the movie - $1.00. The about $2.00 an LP to Phil
Spector for studio (it was recorded live) and mixing costs-multiply that by 3
million and you've got 3/4 of a million smackeroos going to Phil who
already is worth-twice that.
PHIL SPECTOR
In the middle of all this bullshit Spector wobbled in and began a super
indignant riff about how the press was trying to do a number on his
righteous employer. When a straight reporter dared to question Klein, he
was met with obscenities from Phil who soon challenged him to a fist fight,
but just as the guy was about to slug Spector, an ABKCO heavy moved in
and grabbed him. Then Ann began to cross examine Klein - "How are we
supposed to take your word on these figures - are we going to believe
capitalists?" Phil went over to her and began to harass her. Ann moved
somewhere and Phil followed her, then began to literally step all over her.
"YOU SWINE," Ann screamed and Spector couldn't believe his ears, "Did
you hear what she called me?" he demanded of everyone. Meanwhile I
began to grill Klein about what I believed to be the album's inordinately high
production costs - "You sure you ain't gettin a kickback from the printers,
Al? Maybe on the next deal with them they don't charge, eh?" "Stay in the
garbage can!" yelled Phil. "Go back to the 50's Spector," I retorted. "Why
don't I you sell some more hotdogs in front of Dylan's house, Weberman?"
he whined. That fool. Accusing me of selling hotdogs with Al Moronowitz in
the sameroom. [It was the Post's pop columnist who passed out the franks!
- Ed.] Finally Klein told me to shut up 'cause I know nothing about the
business.
Then a Capitol Records exec, who was there to deny some info given
"by mistake" by a Capitol VP to McCabe, pinned the press release
regarding the upcoming RLF action against ABKCO. This dude recognized
me from the time we picketed Capitol over their refusal to press the Bangla-
disc at cost. I had told him we were holding a tribunal for his company
downstairs and they'd better send their best attorney or else we'd have to
assign them a legal aid lawyer who would plead them guilty. He didn't dig
my humor. He showed the release to AK who said, "I think it's time to show
Mr. Weberman out." Suddenly 2 of his heavies came out of the woodwork
and grabbed me. I broke loose and shoved one toward the window. If not
for a ledge, in front of it, he would have gone thru it - then 20 flights down.
Meanwhile, Phil had grabbed Ann and was holding her up against a
wall by the throat yelling "Call your man off, those are feds he's fighting.
Call him off or else I'll karate chop you in the throat." And this is the man
that YOKO ONO, author of Sisters Oh Sisters, hires to produce her
records? Finding Ann intractable, Spector came over to me and announced
he was gonna do the job the heavies had failed at. I grabbed him by the
collar, then slapped his face - "The next time I hit you, capitalist scumbag,
it'll be a punch in the nose AND YOU’LL NEVER BE ABLE TO SNORT
COKE AGAIN!" Then I felt this tremendous hand clasp around my wrist and
a big dude pulled us apart. Four more "heavies" appeared and they
escorted me out peacefully ... up until Phil came from behind screaming
how he was gonna do me in. I tried to break loose again to "waste the
mother fucker" when the Capitol exec flipped. "We gave you the
opportunity to go quietly but you wouldn't take it," he screamed. Then he
turned red, unsuccessfully attempted to knee me in the groin and took a
karate chop on the neck. "We saw you hit him," yelled Klein's heavies as if
they were gonna take me to court and were getting their testimonies
together early. Eventually they shtupped me in the elevator and I waited
downstairs for Phil. After ten minutes of shadow-boxing the weasel
appeared - he tried to come at me but his bodyguard held him back. After
some half-hearted attempts to elude his employee/captor I went over to him
and called him a chicken. He answered, "You're nothing cause you can't
afford the luxury of hiring people to protect you." I told him Amerika also
hires mercenaries in Vietnam. Then he told me that I shouldn't go after
stars. "Are you kidding man, that's my specialty."