Malcolm’s heart raced. In the pocket of his suit’s jacket was official notification that he’d just passed the State of New York’s bar exam. At the reading of his father’s will five years ago he’d been instructed to pass the bar and bring official notification back with the will’s executor, Ryan Owens.
Malcolm’s father, Dexter, had used that same will to place controlling interest of the Fortune 100 company Santiago & Douglas with a unique board “for an extended period” of unspecified length.
Malcolm was immediately recognized by the receptionist who smiled & said “Mr. Owens is expecting you.”
The shook hands, heartily. Malcolm had spent more time with Ryan as a youth than he had with his father.
“My friends at the board called me this morning. Well done!” said Ryan.
“Well, I think most Harvard Law grads do pretty well on the exam, but I’ll admit I’ve been looking forward to this day for these many years.” Said Malcolm, as he handed the letter to Ryan.
Ryan pointed to a book and said “I have a letter from your father, please sign to show you’ve received it.”
Malcolm noticed Mrs. Adams had come in, presumably summoned to witness the event. As he signed Malcolm said “Dad always was so very formal.”
The letter was presumably inside the large manilla envelope that bore his fathers wax seal. Malcolm paused for a couple seconds, noting the formality certainly did add to the sense of significance. He broke the seal and removed the letter from within.
Mrs. Adams also signed as a witness and said “good Luck Malcolm” as she left the room.
Malcolm opened the letter. It was one page. All it said was:
“You’ve learned nothing; your real education begins today. Dexter Santiago”
CHAPTER TWO: September 9th, continued
“What the hell?” asked Malcolm, who then read the sentence to Ryan.
“Shocking, I know. I received another item for you this morning from Madison along with the letter. I’m in the dark, your father knew how close we’ve always been. I have instructions to give you, along with the folder.” said Ryan as he handed the folder to Malcolm.
“Go ahead, then.” said Malcolm.
You are to spend three months looking into the questions in that folder, and then visit a man named Franklin at the address so listed.
Malcolm opened the folder. He read the first question out loud: “Explain the causes of inflation and the affect on corporations and stock holders.”
“Dad knew I was double-majoring in Law & Business at Harvard. This is more strange than insulting. Well, both actually. I could have answered this at his funeral.” said Malcolm.
“This is where my instructions come in. Your father & I shared a different world view. This part is better said than read. You see, what you’ve been taught are mainly lies. You will need to do your own research. Reading the works of other Ivy League experts won’t do.” said Ryan.
“Then why have I wasted six years at Harvard, per my father’s wishes?” asked Malcolm.
“The entire Western world subscribes to the myths taught at Harvard. Your initial perceptions must be steeped in an intimate knowledge of how others will react. Competitors, customers, share holders… they all think like you have been trained to think. But while this conditions them to act in ways that give power to others, we want you to be one of the others.” Answered Ryan.
“You aren’t about to welcome me into the Illuminati, are you?” joked Malcolm.
“No, nothing like that. Instead there are those with enough wealth and power and knowledge to take advantage of how the world really works. You father intends for you to have the full package. And there is no grand conspiracy of any kind… just people with the vision & opportunity to thrive” said Ryan.
“So then, inflation. And everything I know about inflation is wrong?” asked Malcolm.
“It’s been a mix of facts and distortions, presented to have people trust the governments and international banks. Your job is to find what’s been hidden & to reorganize all the facts into a different model than the “these guys sure are nice to be looking out for us little people.”
“Okay, when you say it like that, I already feel pretty foolish for having been a subscriber.” said Malcolm.
“Don’t feel too bad, the power of having nearly everyone supporting even an obvious lie is powerful. On the other hand, you need to expect these deceptions and challenge them, challenge everything you think you know.” said Ryan.
Malcolm sat, lost in thought.
“Well then,” said Ryan, “You have your folder and your date. Don’t bother with information from inside the game until you learn how to peal away the distortions. Three months should be enough, but you have a lot to learn, and to unlearn. Good luck Malcolm, I’m sure you won’t underestimate the importance of digging into all this.
CHAPTER 3 – January 14th
Malcolm drove to the address in upstate New York, and found an old Colonial mansion with smoke flowing from a central chimney. He was quickly shown to the library, and announced to Franklin.
Franklin stood from his high backed chair near the fireplace that was down to the left of a rather long room. An elderly man, with the round spectacles one might expect to see on a librarian, and with a well-worn red sweater. Malcolm was not sure if he smelled pipe tobacco, or if he just imagined the scent to complete the cliché.
“Thank you Emily. Malcolm, come in, let’s have a look at you,” said Franklin with a rustic charm.
Malcolm smiled and walked directly to Franklin and offered his hand. Franklin had a soft grip, but not mushy. He added his left hand on top of Malcolm’s right and a warm smile. “Please sit,” said Franklin, indicating the matching chair on the left. Franklin poured a cup of tea without asking, and added a log to the fire.
Malcolm nodded, and sat down. He took the cup & saucer, and a sip. “Thank you,” he said.
“So Malcolm, I want you to tell me a story. Tell me how you went about your research. By the way, I knew your father quite well. I can see his features in you. I hear you are also a serious and intelligent man, just like Dexter. So I have high hopes for your research. You were no doubt taken aback at the way the assignment was delivered. That was not an accident, of course. You’ll need to be able to handle shocks and disappointments and challenges on a regular basis. Hmm, where was I? Oh yes, outline for me how you went about your research.” said Franklin.
Malcolm nodded, and took a sip of tea as he organized his thoughts.
“I went straight to the Harvard Library, a safe place of no small comfort to me. I decided to start with a map, actually a web of connections of the main voices elucidating the official positions. I didn’t study them other than to note their interconnectedness, so that when I began my serious research I’d be able to quickly spot the things I wasn’t interested in, the orthodox perspective,” said Malcolm.
“Indirect, but quite logical. Getting your bearings in a safe and familiar place, a place where you’ve had success – quite sound,” said Franklin.
“From there I searched for the unorthodox. There were many books, many brimming with claims of conspiracies and even alien races. I saw how the orthodox authors would dismiss the entire collection based on the faults of a few examples. I recalled how the best way to lie is to use the truth deceptively. Those truly fringe items are so useful as caricatures, I now wonder how many of the flawed books were either created or propped up by the orthodox to discredit the others. But I didn’t have time to investigate that,” said Malcolm.
He continued: “However, I was aware of such devices, and so I collected the assertions of fact and ignored the rhetoric. Verifying assorted claims took considerable time. I cannot imagine how long it would have taken without the Internet. It took me about a month to develop a working theory.”
Franklin: “I can see you’ve completed the most difficult step: rejecting the premise. To rationally consider how your entire model for the world has been a deception, well, few can do that. You’ve had the epiphany, well done.”
Malcolm: “Hmm, well, skepticism was always part of my education – even before grade school. I cannot remember ever believing people with power were looking out for me. Nor were my emotions ever tied to a brand of politics. I was not taught to love or hate any group of men – not churches, not nations, not ideologies, and certainly not political parties. People always serve their own interests, and those who claim otherwise are the most suspect.”
He continued: “To address the first question regarding inflation: the answer I’d have given three months ago is woefully inadequate. It’s true that prices rise when demand outpaces supply, but that is not a key factor in the Western economy, and certainly not in the USA. That is just another deception-by-truth. The germane factor is the increase in the money supply itself, the dilution of the dollar. In the 100 years since 1910 the dollar had lost more than 90% of its purchasing power. But my use of the word “lost” belies the harshness or what’s happened. Everyone who holds or receives dollars has been robbed.“
Franklin: “Such a ridiculous claim, Malcolm. How could such a massive theft go unnoticed? Do you realize how crazy you sound?”
Malcolm smiled. “Of course I realize how the optics play out. The scale and sheer brazenness of the crime are literally stunning to the mind. And it would be nearly impossible to steal 90% of anything without the loss being noticed. But only “nearly” because in this case the theft is drawn out over decades, and perpetual – meaning there is no single moment where the victims find their safe is suddenly empty. The scale is possible because of the general increase in wealth created by technology over those 100 years. All of us living in the US are living better just because of technologies such as air conditioning, vaccines, and a plethora of entertainment gadgets.”
Franklin: “And so why protest?”
Malcolm: “In a nutshell: A person who’s saved dollars and who earns dollars has not agreed to have those dollars weakened by an arrangement of convenience between their government and the Western banking cartel.”
Franklin: “So there it is, said as succinctly as I’ve ever heard. Were you surprised?”
Malcolm: “I was not surprised by the thievery, but by the audacity and by the degree of success in obscuring the details. I am no fool, nor enslaved by dogma. I’ve been well-educated, and I read and study independent of any proscribed curriculum. And yet, the biggest crime in history was committed in plain sight, and I didn’t even realize a crime had been committed.”
Franklin: “Indeed. And I see you’ve connected the dots, just as we’d hoped you would. Let’s now set aside the conclusions and review the details. Please lay out for me a time-line of how this was accomplished, and by whom.
Malcolm: “Yes, well….”
CHAPTER 04 – January 14th, continued
“In 1910 there was a meeting of seven men that led to the creation of the Federal Reserve System. I call it a secret meeting because that’s how they described it in interviews years later. Six were large bankers, and the seventh was the ranking Senator of the Banking Committee. The public then was much concerned about the New York banks having far too much power. These men met to create something to pacify those concerns, while protecting their power.”
“The resulting law was a lie on multiple levels. In public, the group opposed their own scheme, fooling the public. The word “Federal” was a sham because the 12 regions were mere shills, they had no power over the central organization. There were no “Reserves” at all. The “System” empowered this group of bankers, with the governments blessing, to create new dollars and thus diminish the value of all other dollars. Note the bankers went into the meeting as competitors, but left as a Banking Cartel: they worked together to set prices and maximize profits. Their creation was much like a monopoly.”
“The Government gave them this right so that the Government would be allowed to spend the new dollars. These dollars passed through the FRS and allowed the participant banks to loan nine times the amount created because the new dollars, while based on nothing but “the full faith and credit of the US government,” became paper assets for the banks – even while on loan. Thus the bank could charge nine times the interest one would expect if only the original number of fictional dollars were considered.”
“100 years later we can see how the New York banks were successful in retaining their dominance. They have been “too big too fail” for many decades. They have no risk on their loans, as all losses will be covered by future “monitization” if needed. While it makes perfect sense to charge interest on real wealth, they make interest on nothing, nothing but faith.”
Franklin: “I see. But all this is public knowledge. True, you won’t find the details in the public eye, but they are available to anyone who wants to do a bit of research. So how do they keep these truths in the dim light?”
“They’ve used this money to control the public education system, lower schools, prep schools, and universities. Over the decades, they place their people, people of high ambition and often dubious morals, in leadership positions. Where their views thrive, money flows in. Where other views are held, those places are frozen out. They similarly control most media: the papers, networks, publishing, and even the arts. Those who follow the Cartel’s Narrative enjoy the fruits of the wealth, others are ignored.”
“And the Government has benefited from the money and the Narrative. People now look to the Government for solutions, for a safety net, to control corporations, and even – ironically, to watch the Banks. The Government, the Banks, the Media, and the Universities – it’s hard to tell them apart. Some call it “the main stream” and others “the brotherhood” but none of this requires a conspiracy. Mere self-interest serves to entrench and promote the system that keeps the money flowing.”
“People who stumble onto these details are mocked. Many appear to be legitimately unbalanced, although I wonder if some counter-narrative items were deliberately placed so as to discredit the others. But look, even as I think like this, I’m starting to sound deranged. Conspiracy, the hallmark we’ve been trained to reject without even considering the details. And most theories are incredible. How… convenient for the Banking Cartel and their many friends. But again, it’s not really a conspiracy, it is people with mutual interests hiring friends with the same interests.”
Franklin: “Your analysis is sound. There is no need for a leadership council who might be reasoned with or overthrown.”
Malcolm: “That is what I’m thinking now, there is no ‘head of the snake’ that could be severed & thus allow society to be rid of these parasites. Even so, I’m not inclined to merely go along with the system, and to profit by understanding the reality behind the charade. This is wrong. These power brokers are sucking the life from the population, and something must be done.”
Franklin: “I will give you the same advice I gave your father, tread carefully. These forces are not to be trifled with.”
Malcolm paused. His eye narrowed: “What are you saying?”
Franklin: “Your father said all these things to me, and more, years before he was assassinated.”
Malcolm: “My father was assassinated by a racist who hated a Hispanic having so much wealth.”
Franklin: “I know your father was killed by a racist, but racism is not why he was killed.”
Malcolm sat for a minute. He poured himself more tea, and leaned back. “I see. I think its time for you to talk now.”
Franklin: “Not yet. I’m sorry, but that won’t be my role. But I can tell you where you’ll go next.”
CHAPTER 5 – February 17th
A month later Malcolm drove to the address in the outskirts of Boston. The questions in the folder had been vague, but Malcolm was confident he understood. He pulled up to the old home, a modest colonial, well maintained. It was a small two-story with a detached garage. Malcolm knocked and waited. Soon the door opened, and a short, thin black women tilted her head and offered, perhaps, a feint smile and said “Hello Malcolm.”
“Aunt Aaliyah” Malcolm said with surprise and enthusiasm. He’d not seen his mother’s younger sister since before his father’s funeral.
With this her smile grew a bit, as she asked Malcolm to come in. “Put your coat on the hall-tree” she said as she turned on the stereo with something from a jazz club, led by Miles Davis.
Malcolm considered the smallish room, an easy chair and a small couch, separated by a coffee table. There were heavy cloth curtains drawn over every window. Where one would expect a TV was instead a large aquarium with dozens of colorful fish. Against every likely wall were bookcases. Malcolm said “I’ve often wondered what happened to to observe and interact with you. We won’t finish this today, well, not unless you’ve become just another self-serving and shallow pretense of a person. Have a seat and let’s discuss your assignment.”
Taken aback, Malcolm gave a small nod, and sat in the rather stiff chair. “Shall we start with the first question: Who are these people, these elites who control our media, arts, banks, and government?”
Aaliyah: “Yes, go ahead.”
Malcolm: “Elite graduates from elite universities. Talented, driven to pass their peers, they often have the same issues seen in star athletes. The rules for high performers are often suspended, with acclaim comes pride, the lack of failure breeds arrogance”
Malcolm paused to see if he was connecting, and Aaliyah nodded. The whites of her eyes looked huge in the dim light from the old lamp, surrounded by the very dark skin common in children of native Kenyans.
Malcolm: “For these academic stars, they believe their gifts also grant them the ability to run things. An athlete’s gifts are physical, so they expe you. I checked the address on the internet, but there was almost nothing available.”
Aaliyah said: “Well no, I’ve kept a low profile these many years. Here, sit close” she said in a hushed voice, and nodded to the easy chair.
Malcolm sat down.
Aaliyah: “But you are not here so we can catch up. I can see you’ve grown, of course, but not HOW you’ve grown. You grew up with all the advantages money can buy, but that can stunt personal growth. Have you learned to bounce back or muddle though the tough times? Are you a person of character and discipline? But words cannot answer these questions directly, so instead I’ll have ct special treatment, to be served, but not to be in charge. But the whiz-kids go further. They have ideas to make the world a better place. This leads to problems, though, because businesses and industries are not much like the University. Universities run by”consensus” but the real world by measurable results. If some great idea fails to help reduce the costs of manufacturing, then the idea was not great. The capitalistic world cares only for better products at lower prices. A million consumers shopping for bread or cell phones care not one whit about philosophy.” Malcolm paused.
Malcolm: “And so the business world scoffs at these Elites with their confidence and credentials. And in return these Elites reject capitalism & profits, meaning newer, better, and cheaper things that improve the lives of common men. This mutual scoffing and rejection embitters the Elites. Some realize that academics belong in a separate sphere, and are thus content. But for many, their egos cannot accept the reality that these dim-witted business people, the type folks who never posed a challenge or even triggered a thought while they mixed in schools — how could those people be better at any intellectual pursuit?
Malcolm: “And so, many of these ego-driven stars turn to a related pursuit: politics. Where their academic gifts were useless in business, well, they are perfect for creating propaganda. Their credentials meant little to profits and quality, but they impress the voters. Building castles of philosophies and schemes while crafting appealing messages — these Elites have world-class talents here. They are the best-of-the-best at, well, to be blunt, at “talking crap.” And when their plans fail… their talents are still useful in shifting the blame. To whom? Onto the business people. Onto capitalists. They say their plan would have worked if only they’d had more money. So they raises taxes, and print and borrow money… blaming continuing failures on the rich who will not fund these plans… grand Utopian schemes that have never worked.
Aaliyah: “Why aren’t there also Elites who advocate for limited government?”
Malcolm: “There are a few, but these Central Planners, arrogant, uncaring… they are fueled and by an immense stream government spending that came mainly from printing money. It started about 100 years ago; the 2012 dollar has the buying power of worth about four cents as compared to the 1912 dollar. The other 96 cents have been diluted by decades of created-currency. That 96 percent, along with the trillions in debt, have paid the way to promote their odd philosophies, becoming the things taught in schools & printed in the press. All this is just a kind of sport for these Elites. They buy political support because they can. If an Elites wants money, position, fame, or prestige, all the paths to these successes lead to Government spending and the ever expanding power of the Government.
Malcolm leaned forward, looking intently at Aaliyah’s expression. He was confident he’d connected with her, had said what she’d needed to hear. He continued. “How is she?”
Aaliyah paused, but didn’t blink: “I don’t talk about your mother.”
Malcolm held her gaze.
Aaliyah continued: “I’ve not heard that she’s died.”
Malcolm: “That’s something, I suppose.”
Aaliyah: “You cannot help her, none of us can.”
Malcolm: “I know so little.”
Aaliyah: “Trust me.”
Malcolm: “The way you trust me?”
Aaliyah: I have no choice. Speaking of which, you cannot come here again. You’ve done well enough today, as good as you could have – but I don’t know you. And you cannot come here again. They watch me, and they are certainly watching you. This one visit, after graduating & passing the bar, that will be noted but it won’t, on its own, raise any alarms. But we cannot meet again for a long time. No phone calls, and no email. Instead, I have a friend I want you to meet. A kid, he’s 17. Home-schooled, he graduated from high school two years ago and has earned countless online college credits. He is up to speed on the hidden truths of politics.”
Malcolm: “I knew many home-schoolers at Harvard. Whoolers, we called them. A tough crowd, they didn’t care what anyone thought of them. Not their peers, not their professors…. they didn’t really have a chip on their shoulder… they were just…. confident.”
Aaliyah passed Malcolm a folder slip of paper. Malcolm opened and read “Jason. Coffee house, Great Rd, NW of Main, Acton. March 23rd, Noon.”
Aaliyah: “I want you to explain the mechanics of their propaganda. How they do it, why it works. The history of Political Correctness and their Narrative. You must understand it before you can be truly safe from it. Before you can effectively counter it, and replace it with the truth.”
Malcolm opened his mouth to speak, but Aaliyah put her finger on his lips. “Enough,” she said: “It’s time for you to go now.” She opened her eyes wide, for emphasis.
Malcolm nodded slightly and rose. “It was good to see you.”
Aaliyah smiled thinly: “And you. It may be a while, but I will contact you, in one way or another.”
They hugged, briefly but warmly, and Malcolm walked out the door.
Chapter 6 – March 23rd
To be continued…