by Melinda Pillsbury-Foster
In
November, 2002 I was asked, “Is
Qusay something like E-Bay?”
The query came from my now estranged daughter, Morgan Pillsbury
Gell. That November, Morgan was in hiding with a sympathetic family
in Georgia, following an attempt on her life by John Fund, her former
boy friend.
Although
Fund was employed at the Wall Street Journal as a journalist, and
served on their Editorial Board, his real job was as a political
operative for the Bush Administration, work he had begun for the Koch
brothers in 1979, while claiming to be a registered Libertarian.
Lying to
the public, manufacturing evidence, and destroying lives, was
standard practice for the NeoCons in control of the Bush W. White
House. John came into his association with them already trained. As
an operative, John Fund inserted fabricated information into public
consciousness. Protecting him was important. Protecting their
constructed scenario for the War in Iraq being sold to the public,
was even more so.
In the
years leading up to the opening of the War in Iraq ordinary Americans
still believed those in control of their government understood their
obligation to act only on the facts and act justly. We were wrong.
This
narrative uses one story, a minor one, in the larger scheme of
things, to illustrate the ruthlessness and lack of conscience at the
core of the Bush Administration which continued with Obama.
Demanding
Proof
My demands
Morgan provide evidence for events too incredible to believe, began
with the Weasel Search Tape in 1999. She and I were estranged and no
longer speaking when she called me from her apartment in Jersey City
to tell me she was broke and starving. She told me she had been in a
relationship with John Fund for nearly a year.
Having
asked John Fund, who I had known politically since 1979, about the
relationship the March before I told her she was lying. John claimed
to know her only casually, having fed her cat for her once.
At that
moment, John called her. Putting me on hold, she took his call,
recording
it. Calling
me back she said, “Just listen.” What I heard was a stunning
indictment of any claim by John Fund to honesty. At the very time he
was lying to me Morgan, I later discovered, was in Los Angeles
aborting his child.
Although I
told Morgan, in the strongest possible terms, she should walk away
from the relationship and return to college, she refused the offer,
instead telling me with a little help she could find a job in New
York in public relations. I agreed to assist her.
During the
year I paid for an apartment in New York Morgan spent far more time
with Fund than looking for a job. She later told me he was living at
the apartment about half the time.
At the
beginning of 2001 it was clear Morgan had no interest in working for
a living and I ended my assistance to her. With the plane ticket I
provided she returned to New York from California. Occasionally I
heard from her but her focus continued to be her relationship with
Fund.
On May 2,
2001, Morgan called, telling me she had just heard from John, who had
phoned her, dead drunk, while celebrating the end of the Blumenthal
- Drudge suit. The end of Blumenthal's law suit, seemed to mark a
change in their relationship. Soon, he asked her to move in with
him.
Sex,
Lies, and the Tape
But there
were complications. Morgan had provided interviews about her
relationship with Fund to John Connolly of Vanity Fair. She had also
provided Connolly with what would become known as the Weasel Search
Tape, which Morgan had used to persuade me she was not lying in
September of 1999.
The
beatings started after Connolly's article,
“Sex, Lies, and the Tape,”
was published, September 4, 2001.
Morgan,
born July 5, 1967, was then 34 years old. Later I learned,
psychopaths court disaster because they enjoy living on the edge.
Although she was living at a more publicly visible level this
behavior was in evidence all of her life. There were many reasons I
started demanded proof when dealing with her.
While the
trauma of 9/11 was playing out, with its grief, anguish, and shock,
most Americans, being emotionally normal, began searching for an
explanation for the tragedy. The NeoCons in the White House saw
only opportunity for carrying out plans already made for war.
Instead of using the tragic events to enact peace, they invaded
Afghanistan, and continued their plan to invade Iraq.
In parallel
with these events, Morgan and John were spiraling down to violence.
John would batter Morgan multiple times. I heard this happening on
the phone, as did Eric Buchanan, the husband of the couple who later
hid her in Georgia.
Although
what Eric and I heard was offered as evidence many times, we were
ignored.
Domestic
Violence is a Crime
Listening
to what was transpiring through the phone that day nauseated and
sickened me. That first time I still did not believe Morgan, who had
told me about the beatings a few days earlier. That changed after
this first incident.
It started
with Morgan's voice dropping and growing unsteady as the sound of the
door opening came through the phone. She left the phone on, probably
putting it down. Then John began talking. He accused her of
breaking 'the rules,' talking to other people and repeating a
bewildering list of requirements she was to follow to retain his
trust.
His voice
began rising. It sounded like he was beginning to snarl, like he was
an animal preparing to attack. Even more frightening, Morgan
sounded like a little girl, her voice growing shaky and rising in
pitch.
I heard
something crash, like it was knocked over. This was followed by the
sound of a hand hitting flesh. Morgan cried out but I could not
understand her words. John, however started laughing, a deep,
maniacal sound that made me shudder. I could not stop listening, but
my hands were shaking and I had to use both of them to hold on to the
phone.
It went on
for a long time. Blow following blow, each accompanied by her
little girl voice, begging him to stop. Finally, I heard him ask
what she had made for dinner. From Morgan, there was no sound.
I hung up
and called the Jersey City Police. It was not long before I had the
number memorized. This began an aspect of my education in how events
are manufactured and altered beyond recognition. John knew a lot of
people in politics.
The police
and the authorities in New York and New Jersey knew these incidents
had been heard both by myself and by Eric Buchanan. Neither of us
were ever called or mentioned in their reports. Although these were
offered, neither of us was allowed to make a statement in the months,
and years, which followed.
Criminal
Minds – Political Lies
I
vacillated between rage at how Morgan was being treated and wondering
if she was asking for it, as everyone else in the family believed.
But I could not turn my back on her. Those screams and the sound of
John's maniacal voice still haunt me today, even knowing she is not
emotionally normal. I had felt as if the blows were landing on my
own body.
In late
January Morgan finally listened to my pleas and agreed to move to an
apartment in New York, for which I paid.
A few days
later she called and told me John had found her and moved it. It
felt as if my stomach had dropped out. I was dizzy and nauseated.
To say it was surreal understates the case. I could not believe she
had permitted it.
But she
began sending me scans of his mail, which he would leave there on the
floor, for instance, the letter to him from Fidelity
Investments,
dated January 25, 2002. John, also, was lying. He was then claiming
he Morgan was out of his life.
In March I
flew in to see some plays with a friend, calling Morgan from the
taxicab a few blocks away. When Morgan answered the phone I could
hear John talking in the background. When I arrived Morgan was
bloody and he was gone.
I insisted
she file a police report, as any normal person would do. I hoped the
police in Manhattan would be different. Initially, they were. But
what I did not know, because she did not tell me, was that John had
been promised help by the men occupying spaces One and Two on his
speed dial, Dick Cheney and Karl Rove.
I had never
imagined that domestic violence would be viewed as a political issue
and handled accordingly. I was wrong.
An attempt
on her life took place in late April, 2002. Someone with a key
turned the first lock. Morgan, who was talking to me on the phone as
she stood in the tiny kitchen next to the entry door, threw the
deadbolt. I immediately told her to call security. The camera
showed a man's back leaving the building. The Manhattan police
refused to investigate.
The search
began for someplace where she would be safe. Morgan left New York
as if she was headed to spend a weekend in the Hamptons, her other
possessions shipped, one box at a time, ahead of her.
Desperately
Seeking Help
During the
time we were desperately looking for help Sidney Blumenthal had
ignored our pleas for assistance. The police and DA's office were
refusing to follow the law in the case of domestic violence filed by
Morgan against John Fund on February
19, 2002.
It was Fund
who had assisted Matt Drudge in libeling Blumenthal as a wife beater.
Instead of helping, Blumenthal tried to persuade Morgan to supply
material for his book, “Clinton's
War.“ The request was made
via this email,
dated June 22, 2002. Morgan refused and was very angry with his
dismissal of a real case of domestic violence and the attempt on her
life.
She was
even angrier a short time later. Blumenthal, she discovered, had
stolen the information he had requested from her computer, using a
keylogger. She had found the Keylogger and traced its origin.
Morgan
returned the favor. Soon, she was reading the never ending revisions
of Sidney's book and his emails.
When Morgan
left New York I stopped having nightmares about flying in to view
her body. During this time, the ramp up to the invasion of Iraq was
mounting.
The Ramp
Up to War
In
September of 2002, along with the rest of Americans, I listened as
the claims for Weapons of Mass Destruction began, were debunked, and
then began again, reaching a level of hysteria. In October, the
National Intelligence Estimate became available. It was all remote,
horrible, but without immediate impact on us. I thought.
Morgan had
never keep up on unfolding events for anything but what immediately
interested her. However, what interested her had changed somewhat,
beginning in early summer, 2002 due to events in her own life. By
November she had been monitoring traffic to and from the computer
owned by Sidney Blumenthal, formerly a top adviser to Bill Clinton,
and close friend of the both Clintons, for six months.
Later, I
realized what must have been happening in the background, out of
sight.
Saddam
Considers His Options
Considering
his options, Saddam Hussein, whose career had started as an operative
for the CIA, offered to leave Iraq, if he was paid. He could have had
no illusions about what was to come. He probably believed the powers
set against him would be happy to lower their transaction costs for
getting access of Iraqi oil.
But the
Bush agenda had assigned a role for Saddam. He was to be the villein
in the drama, now launched. Therefore, his continued presence was
essential. Bush wanted him dead, and dead he was going to be, the
facts not withstanding. How much this would cost in money, lives and
suffering, was not an issue.
But someone
had to keep Saddam in place and this could not be anyone associated
with the Bush Administration. So in late 2002 Bill and Hillary
Clinton, aided by Sidney Blumenthal, were apparently asked to ensure
Saddam Hussein stayed in Iraq so the eagerly awaited invasion could
begin.
Morgan was
still reading Sidney's emails in between baking cookies in the middle
of the night and trips with Mrs. Buchanan to Walmart.
When Morgan
sent me the first email involving Saddam Hussein I had a friend,
expert in computers, ascertain where the email sent to Blumenthal
originated. The answer came back, the Emirates, likely Baghdad.
I knew
perfectly well it was illegal for the Clintons, now private citizens,
to manipulate policy. I still could not imagine a presidency based
on the kind of manipulation which would view reshaping events as they
take place so these would match pronouncements which were elaborately
constructed propaganda. I also could not imagine this kind of
cooperation between Bush and Clinton, given what the NeoCons had done
to Bill during the Monica Lewinsky Debacle.
I knew it
was my duty to inform authorities, which I did.
In the mean
time, Morgan and Eric had managed to get a keylogger on Qusay's
computer by using a subject line which read, “Women
without Veils.”
Morgan
was watching on March 20, 2003 at about 02:30 UTC, or about 90
minutes after the lapse of the U.S. 48-hour deadline for Iraqi
President Saddam Hussein and his sons to leave Iraq ended. According
to The Pentagon, 36 Tomahawk missiles and two F-117 launched GBU-27
bombs were used in this assault.
The
targets were high-level Iraqi governmental officials, including
Saddam Hussein himself, and were based on intelligence which led the
U.S. government to believe it knew his movements. Civilian buildings
were also hit.
On
May 29, 2003, it was claimed the Bunker never existed, but the
computer was definitely hit. Morgan told me about watching as the
ping moved to CIA headquarters in Virginia.
I
had told Morgan the Clintons and Blumenthal would be charged with
treason. When this did not happen I realized I had failed to
understand the real agenda followed by the NeoCons running the Bush
Administration. We would now become targets ourselves. This began
April 1, 2003. See our John
Fund site
/Time Line & Evidence. Scroll down to April Fool's Day, 2003.
We
knew too much. I realized all too well it was unlikely anyone would
believe me then.
But
now, the world has endured the trauma of endless war,
destroying nations, murdering millions of innocent people, all to
profit a small elite and carry out their plans for us. Those who
orchestrated these, controlled by both major political parties, are
following the same marching orders.
So,
what are we going to do about it?
