The Wise Men Snivel a Jest

A number of persons in recent days have charged me with attacking a public figure, Peter Gabriel, in conduct unbecoming which they say is evidence of schizophrenia. More than one has accused me of exhibiting characteristics which they say are similar to Mark David Chapman who shot John Lennon. They may as well go on to compare me to Charlie Manson.

It is disturbing to me as a private citizen that I am accused of being pathologically dangerous for doing nothing more than dissenting one of media’s sacred cows. I’m an unarmed man with no history of violence, yet the attacks have escalated with no remorse for how much fright or grief they may be causing me who also has a history of horrible beatings by armed men that left me deaf and potentially blinded. My vision problems have become awkward for me.

It’s important for me to defend myself honorably. Peter Gabriel is a coward who is forcing me to defend myself about our three years of correspondence without proof from hostile fans. My mother witnessed his obsession with me and testified to it. In her letter she neglected to say that the reason I cannot present letters, postcards, poems and adages mailed me by the maestro and his war party are that she threw them away. Most people take her word over mine but admit that he must have written to me because she says so, too.

Just because I question your sacred cow doesn’t mean I shot him. Yet there is something very perverse about my knifing the name of John Lennon because if has been used to justify torturing me and raping my deaf girlfriend. Indeed Peter Gabriel wants to have it both ways. He wants to blame an innocent person for something he denies ever happened. This allows him to punish a deaf victim of torture for reporting something that Gabriel covered up.

I was a reporter for the Bar Harbor Times during which term I covered a murder trial and interviewed a landfill operator. It was relatively easy work, but I had also been a Medical Library Clerk who discovered a gang operating out of Jackson Immunogenetic Labs before their catastrophic fire who were engineering an attempt to force mandatory AIDS testing from a time predating appearance of AIDS. Yet Peter Gabriel, who I had written about being tortured as a child while he was at Amnesty International, claimed the situation on Mt. Desert Island was an Experience Park or scared straight program. Hearing this, most people operate out of blind faith that I am wrong.

It is important to understand that I knew nothing about the way that John Lennon’s fate was mired in this tragic situation. I didn’t give it any thought, didn’t consider it, didn’t imagine it related or dream of its significance. People accuse me of being selfish and not moving on. Yet my sister Laura testified that she had seen me in tears of suffering and humiliation from beatings and rejection as a child, yet never once seen me angry, which she said is what amazed her when I came home from Mt. Desert Island, because I was shaking with fury.

Mother told me to forgive being deaf. We did move on. I let bygones be bygones. When I turned 18 I had just gotten home from the Governor’s School for my poetry. Pittsburgh Police framed me for armed robbery. They tried and failed. Mother repeated, let’s just let it go. I did try to forget it. Yet what changed for me after Mt. Desert Island is that all those years I had believed myself the only victim. I knew now that I was wrong and grew terribly afraid that I had neglected something which affected others.

Gabriel’s caustic, cruel and criminal angle was to jeer me for not recognizing the threat in letters about deafening me to John Lennon. He was unable and unwilling to make common cause and the entire time he was calling me his friend he was setting up a royal backstab, a constract prostitute named Rosa masquerading as my fiance who attacked me in a pre-existing neurotrauma to humiliate me, resulting in my being alone, worked like a slave, for the two decades of my 30’s and 40’s.

To prevent me from reporting the evidence of a pre-meditated AIDS testing war game on Mt. Desert Island, he accused me of exploiting the name of Lennon. To punish me for sleeping with Rosa, my best friend, a deaf girl, was attacked and raped for compense, while I was driven into homelessness for two years. I have been left by family, friends and school to fend for myself to an insane degree.

I found support for persons living with schizophrenia after NAVOS in Seattle detained me for threatening a gang who attacked me physically and frightened me psychologically, after they slasher murdered Shannon Harps outside the clubhouse where I had taken refuge. They included gay men who were defending Gabriel’s claim that Mt. Desert Island was meant to built empathy in tribal solidarity. They say that I am not a victim.

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Mac Crary’s father, Ryland Wesley Crary, was the author of the textbook: Humanizing the School