learned where she had been shipped and was able to find her, she said she wanted to go home. Clearly this was her right as she was the legal owner of the home her and her husband had purchased. However, when we went totake her home, we were met by Roland Goux who stated he was holding her and she could not leave. He said he needed her government checks to pay his bills and he had a right to that money which he would not get if sheleft. I went to the legal aid office in New Orleans to seek help. They confirmed that her state of false imprisonment was illegal. The next time I talked to Goux, he was not happy saying, "Some legal guy called me. Let me tellyou somethin': I am personal friends with every judge in this area and there is nothing you are anyone else can do to me." I returned to legal aid. They said they were sorry, but they could not help any more because they wereonly allowed to operate in Orleans Parish [county] and the nursing home was in a different parish. They also volunteered that the legal aid for her parish would not help me because I was not a resident of their parish. Gouxcontinued to hold my mother in a state of false imprisonment. She eventually died from gross neglect, suffering from bed sores that reached all the way to the bone.

GRANDMOTHER

My mother's mother lived with us. She was a member of an upscale church located on St. Charles avenue known as Rayne Memorial United Methodist Church. One day she called the church asking for "help". The churchresponded by picking her up and placing her in a nursing home behind the church. Possibly, she believed these "retirement type homes" were places of comfort, love and fellowship. It was not long before I received a call fromher saying she was not happy. The food was always cold when she got it. The staff were impolite to her. She wanted to leave. It had not dawned on her yet that these places are extermination camps and the only way out is ina pine box. Anyway, the church had registered itself as the "responsible party" which meant only they could help her with any problem.

She called again to say that the staff had warned her to shut up and stop complaining if she wanted to live. The next call was from the church advising that grandmother had died. The church arranged for her funeral. Thefuneral parlor's make up artist was unable to conceal a large blue mark on her forehead. I complained to the church people and told them she had been threatened by the staff and suggested they might want to investigate thepossibility that her sudden death was not natural. All I managed to get from these stuck up uptown characters was, "Don't worry, Jesus knows all". I'm thinking, "you worthless pussies with all your bible babble - you don'teven care that this woman may have been murdered".

I went to the nursing home to try to find some answers. They sent out a Tulane University social work graduate who advised that all their records were confidential and I could not see them and she wanted to let me know I wastrespassing on private property and needed to leave. Still operating under the delusion that some level of justice might still exist in Louisiana, I decided to call the coroner. Theoretically, they investigate deaths - especiallysuspicious deaths. It was then I learned why the nursing home had been so belligerent. The coroner's office said they could not assist me because the New Orleans coroner's office had made an agreement with all of the nursinghomes that they would not investigate nursing home deaths for any reason. Of course, the nursing home knew this. They knew they had a license to kill. And, they used it.

Years later, I ended up in a conversation with one of the neighborhood kids. He mentioned that his mother, a nurse, had been on duty at the hospital where the nursing home had dumped my grandmother after they killed her.He said his mother explained she had found her "dumped in a corner and was covered with bruises" and, in her professional opinion, "had clearly been beaten to death". Next time I saw his mom, I directly asked her but shedenied any knowledge of the incident. As a member of the medical cult, it was clear that she would lie and cover up for the "profession". Although this woman is guilty of misprision of a felony and the nursing home is guiltyof murder, because this is Louisiana, there is little chance that either will be brought to justice. Business as usual will continue.

COLLEGE DAYS

Because both my mother and father were Tulane University graduates, admission to Tulane was virtually guaranteed. These types of institutions give preference to bloodlines. The future looked bright. The admissions peoplehad commented, off the record, that the confidential statement they had received from my high school principal contained one of the highest recommendations they had ever seen.

As innocent freshman, we had no idea that we had just entered perhaps the most evil organization on the face of the planet. Like the classic Orwell quote, "Ignorance is Strength", our ignorance protected us from the certaindeath which would have been our fate if we had known then what we know today about Tulane University.

Tulane in the 60's

The Tulane campus was essentially a separate country. The New Orleans police were forbidden to enter. Tulane had its own police and they enforced "Tulane law", which was not exactly the same as "the law". For example,if two kids were sharing a joint and one was a Tulane student but the other was not, the Tulane student would be released but the other kid would be arrested - an unfortunate fate because, at that time, possession of even smallamounts of pot could get you a twenty year prison sentence. Not to worry if you had a Tulane ID card - the kids grew plants in their dorm room closets. Breakfast, for many, was just a glass of orange juice with LSD.Chemistry graduate students made the LSD in the campus lab. Warm nights found naked students having sex on the lawns. Quaalude parties were common. Even off campus, your Tulane ID gave you immunity from arrest.If arrested, the police could only return you to the Tulane campus. They could not take you to jail if you had a Tulane ID card. You had, essentially, a sort of diplomatic immunity.

The SDS [Students for a Democratic Society] had a chapter on campus. As a campus organization, it had a faculty advisor which, in this case, was a full professor of mathematics. They would say stuff like, "The United Statessupports dictatorships all over the world". This seemed strange to kids fresh out of high school where they were indoctrinated with, "Land of the Free - Liberty and Justice" propaganda. Today, we know that everything these"crazy radicals" were saying was true. Anyway, Longenecker, the university president, ordered SDS chased off campus and its faculty advisor fired. Remember, now, the advisor is a full professor who theoretically cannot befired under the principles of academic freedom. The professor not only left Tulane, he left the United States because, it was rumored, Longenecker, using his authority as a government "spook" [which we will get into shortly]had ordered the man killed.

One day all the male students were rounded up and told they must take a special test to be administered by the government. If their score was too low, they would be pulled out of college and sent to Vietnam to be killed.

College students, at that time, had a different legal status than they enjoy today. Since the age of majority at that time was 21, undergraduate college students were technically children and had no rights. The university was,essentially, a surrogate parent and could order students around much as a parent would. Since the age of majority is now 18, college students today are full citizens and cannot be manipulated as one would a child.