Labor Day Lawyers and Landlords September 7, 2015

Labor Day 2015 arrived with no expectations from me that it would be any different than any other day of the year. I was right. Except it was worse. For the past 45 years various crime families, police agencies, FBI informants, Communists and assorted psychopaths, including but not limited to Harvard University campus police, and building superintendents, took turns conducting a brutal relentless campaign of harassment, insults, provocations, druggings (poisoning under state felony statute), ridicule, humiliation and character assassination. During the past 20 years much of it took place on property owned and operated by the President and Fellows of Harvard College.

My hundreds, if not thousands of complaints to police, the FBI, the District Attorney, the Attorney General, the US Attorney, Harvard University administrators, and numerous human services agencies were ignored. All the previous Labor Days were the same. One of the many psychopaths who currently harass me is a black homosexual police employee and a Boston FBI informant. What makes Boston FBI informants special is that office is notorious for employing murderers, drug dealers, rapists, and child molesters as informants. One was the crime boss of Massachusetts. The crime boss's brother was President of the Massachusetts State Senate, and later president of the University of Massachusetts. He retired with a state pension of almost $200,000 per year. Many state employees try to imitate this retiree.

The black homosexual police employee and FBI informant was a landlord of mine for a few weeks. When I saw him talking with the crime boss of Massachusetts I immediately moved out. I learned later that the landlord was working for not only the police and the FBI but also for a gang of lawyers who are behind the many years of harassment I experienced. Who is better situated than lawyers to hire police, FBI informants, psychiatrists, police informants and assorted court employees to thwart my efforts to obtain relief from the harassment. Most lawyers are high ranking members of the Favor Bank.

Every few weeks, maybe once a month the black homosexual police and FBI employee would appear where I lived and make threats "You can't talk." Originally I wondered why. Then I realized it was he who couldn't talk. He was a police employee abusing his power in state and US government on behalf of criminals. If I talked he would be in trouble. But I often mentioned him on my blog, and no one ever tried to stop his infrequent visits. Well he appeared on Labor Day 2015 and again made his usual threats. That indicates he is still worried.


Imprisoned Massachusetts crime boss, James "Whitey" Bulger, convicted of Eleven homicides.

The only Boston FBI agent, John Connolly, who was held accountable for his role as handler of the crime boss, was convicted of murder in a Florida state court. One other agent died awaiting trial for his role in a homicide. No other Boston agents were ever penalized for their gross intentional negligence and malfeasance. There is no will in the US government to clean up the FB I and the Department of Justice.

That supports my belief that just because the crime boss was jailed and three of his close advisors also went to jail, did not mean the crime family evaporated. In fact the first time I mentioned it in my blog, a few of them came by and gave me awful looks. It appears that they do have many people convinced that the organization disappeared when the boss went to jail. That is nonsense.



At a book reading of Black Mass, a book by Dick Lehr and Gerard K. O'Neill, February 21, 2013,

I asked them that question. The audience and they laughed knowing I was right. You can see me ask the question at this link.

http://www.c-span.org/video/?311176-1/book-discussion-whitey

My questions begin at about 26:35 into the video.



That was my special Labor Day 2015 treat. Being harassed by a repeating visitor making threats. As I continued being a target of 45 years of criminal abuses, thousands of refugees are swarming into European nations from the Middle East, and into the United States from Mexico, China and other countries. It is unknown how many of them are terrorists, or criminals masquerading as victims. It shows how misguided the government priorities of the United States is. They permit 45 years of abuse of a law abiding citizen and ignore violent crimes by illegal immigrants into the country. Can it get any more depraved than this? I guess it can. Let's watch.

And so it does. A charming and delightful young woman Harvard University campus police employee joined the abuse team the day after Labor Day. She joined some black police employees who ridicule and humiliate me because they say, “He’s crazy.” For them being crazy entitles harassing, provoking, insulting a person because, well because he’s vulnerable and who listens to people with legal disabilities anyway. Huh? And further only black people are victims and need the respect and love of everyone else.

Work is a Four-Letter Word

Work is a Four-Letter Word

This essay honoring Labor sounds like the phrase over the entrance to
Auschwitz concentration Camp, "Work makes you free." (James Carroll, "The joy of
working," Boston Globe, September 4, 2006) Carroll does use the qualifier "work
freely chosen."
But he leaves no room for dissent on the effects of one's labor. In whose
eyes is the work of Donald Rumsfeld his "small part in the human effort to make
things better?" Does the work of the suicide bombers in the Middle East have
that same inspiration?
What about the manufacturers of those gas guzzling SUVs made in Japan? What
contribution to making things better do the child and sex slave masters in
Eastern Europe and Africa contribute? Carroll's one-sided view of work is
lacking.

--
Roy Bercaw, Editor
ENOUGH ROOM
Cambridge MA USA

The joy of working
Boston Globe
By James Carroll
September 4, 2006

LABOR DAY is a marker in time, the end of a season and the beginning of one. As
agrarian societies defined their calendars by events of the farm, the school
gives shape to the year in contemporary America. Today's holiday originated as a
labor movement observance intended to honor the worker with a break from work,
yet it has evolved into the signal that the time of leisure, or simply the
slacking off of August, is over. Pencils sharp, shoes shined, show up: September
is here. Back-to-school is in the air, and everyone breathes it.

I am often struck by how hard everyone is working. Harder than before, it seems.
To be stuck in rush-hour traffic in the early morning is to be surrounded by
people who are dutifully making their ways to desks and benches and counters and
nursing stations and keyboards and cement mixers and cash registers and stools.
At the wheels of their vehicles, they may be blank-eyed or dazed; they may be
nodding to the music of the radio; they may be dreamily watching nothing but the
bumper of the car ahead. But what diligence they display! What patience! Workers
of all kinds -- pick up trucks and limos in the same daily snarl -- are exactly
alike in this. The whole population is driven by the discipline of work, with
everyone taking the clock's demand for granted.

To notice this most mundane fact of life is to be amazed by it. The morning
commute puts on full display what makes this nation so productive.

How did human beings come to this ingenious mode of organization? The myth is
that life ``by the sweat of the brow" was a consequence of the Fall, the wages
of sin, in which case work is defined by obligation and necessity. Work is
burdensome, a defiance of how we're meant to be. If we could just keep August
going forever, that's what we would do, no? But why, then, is September so
universally marked by the burst of energy with which tasks are resumed? The
thrill of the fresh start. Disclaimers aside, not even schoolchildren regret the
return to class.

Work is by definition arduous, and when working conditions are unfair, work can
be a kind of despised bondage. The labor movement, after all, was born in
resistance to conditions of work that were crippling, exploitative, demeaning.
Perhaps such misery is what the author of Genesis had in mind, and perhaps for
the vast majority of humans down through history, work has had exactly that
dehumanizing character. Perhaps for the majority alive today, it still does. Is
America different in this, as in so much else? A privileged meaning of work? In
honoring the American labor movement with a holiday, aren't we honoring the
liberation of labor from just such a past? Unions, after all, as the bumper
sticker says, invented the weekend. And August, too, for that matter.

The readiness with which Americans embrace September each year, and return to
the job each morning, suggests that work freely chosen, and freely accomplished,
is essential to the good life. The real meaning of the weekend, it turns out, is
in how it changes the experience of the weekday. Can it be that liberated work
is better than play? Is this what we mean by happiness? The poet Donald Hall
locates that sensation in ``absorbedness," the being taken up in -- or taken
over by -- the task at hand, whether a writer's task or a bank teller's. Hall
associates the experience with looking up from one's work and finding that the
hours have flown by. Why is there joy in that?

Everyone reads the newspaper over coffee and, confronted with evidence of
relentless misery in the world, wishes for a way to make things better. But the
wish is vague, and apparently pointless. Then we leave the house, plunging into
the morning traffic, never thinking that by going off to work, we are doing
exactly that -- our small part in the human effort to make things better.

The economy is organized to enable us each to live a decent life, while
simultaneously contributing to an overall creation of the common future.
Injustices continue to mar this picture, and the economy obviously sets winners
against losers -- which is why the task of the labor movement is not finished.
But work, considered individually (absorbedness) and socially (productivity), is
a marvel of adaptation to the contingent and, yes, dangerous condition of life
on the glorious earth.

Happy Labor Day.

James Carroll's column appears regularly in the Globe.