© Keeley 1992 Auckland, New Zealand
© Keeley 1992 Auckland, New Zealand
© Keeley 2005 Sifnos Island
© Keeley 2005 Sifnos Island
© Keeley 1991 Auckland, New Zealand
The Great Revulsion
I’m not feeling giddy as much as greatly relieved. O.K., maybe a little giddy. Give ’em hell, Harry and Nancy!
Here’s what I wrote more than three years ago, in the introduction to my column collection “The Great Unraveling”: “I have a vision — maybe just a hope — of a great revulsion: a moment in which the American people look at what is happening, realize how their good will and patriotism have been abused, and put a stop to this drive to destroy much of what is best in our country.”
At the time, the right was still celebrating the illusion of victory in Iraq, and the bizarre Bush personality cult was still in full flower. But now the great revulsion has arrived.( Collapse )
Subject: Health effects of depleted uranium
Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2006 08:12:20 -0500
To: Robert Keeley
Dear Bob, forgive me if I sent this to you before. If I did not, I think
you should see it. It obviously has affected (and will affect) many
thousands of Americans. I am told by friends in the same field as
Professor Noll that he is a prime candidate for the Nobel Prize in
medicine for his work on DNA. If you have already seen, disregard. If
not you might wish to circulate it. Best, Bill
William R. Polk
669 Chemin de la Sine
F-06140 Vence France
fax: +33-493 24 08 77
Begin forwarded message:
*From: *"Hans Noll"
*Date: *October 30, 2006 11:45:30 AM CET
*Subject: depleted uranium
Seattle, Oct. 30, 2006
Dear Professor Polk,
It appears that you became a professor at the University of Chicago
at the same time (1965) that I became a professor at Northwestern
University, where George McGovern was a professor as well. You seem
to have the same views on Guerilla warfare that I had already at
that time. I listened to your excellent talk on your plan to get
out of Iraq on C-Span's book review. I would like to make some
professional comments on the health care section of your talk. I
believe the costs of the damages caused by depleted uranium are
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Jan Bauer/Associated Press
Markus Wolf, in a 1995 photo, outwitted the West as East Germany’s master of a network of 4,000 spies who infiltrated NATO headquarters.
Markus Wolf, German Spy, Dies at 83
FRANKFURT, Nov. 9 — Markus Wolf, the famously elusive spymaster of Communist East Germany whose feats of espionage were the stuff of cold war legend, died Thursday. He was 83.
Known as “the man without a face,” because for years Western intelligence agencies did not even possess a photograph of him, Mr. Wolf died in his sleep in his apartment in Berlin, said his stepdaughter, Claudia Wall. She did not specify a cause of death.
Mr. Wolf had lived quietly in Berlin, the German capital, since 1997, when the last of several efforts to punish him for his role in spying against the former West Germany ended with a two-year suspended sentence.
For 34 years, Mr. Wolf directed the foreign intelligence service of East Germany’s feared Ministry of State Security, or Stasi. He ran a network of 4,000 spies who infiltrated NATO headquarters and the West German chancellery and even brought down a chancellor, Willy Brandt.( Collapse )
© Keeley 2005
By Courtland Milloy
Friday, November 10, 2006; B01
If you want to see how America looks from the bottom rung of society, visit Terry C. Beckwith at his homestead beneath the 11th Street Bridge in Southeast Washington. He's not your stereotypical homeless person, neither schizophrenic nor drunk nor traumatized by war. He calls himself an "oxymoron," not to be confused with just any moron.
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the 48-year-old Mr. Mueck, who is known for his ultrarealistic re-creations of the human figure in silicone and fiberglass.
His study of Julius Orlovsky, a catatonic schizophrenic; Julius's brother, Peter; Allen Ginsberg, the noted, bearded, "beat" poet with whom they live, and other members of their uninhibited circle, has the shockingly revelatory attributes of a close-up view of the real-unreal world of the mentally disturbed.
Screen: 'Me and My Brother' Opens:Film by Robert Frank Is at New Yorker The Real-Unreal World of a Catatonic Seen
By A.H. WEILER
Published: February 3, 1969
THAT man's probing into his own mind is as old, inconclusive and fascinating as history, is illustrated with clinical detail and more than a modicum of artistic freedom in "Me and My Brother," Robert Frank's first feature-length film, which had its American premiere at the New Yorker yesterday.
His study of Julius Orlovsky, a catatonic schizophrenic; Julius's brother, Peter; Allen Ginsberg, the noted, bearded, "beat" poet with whom they live, and other members of their uninhibited circle, has the shockingly revelatory attributes of a close-up view of the real-unreal world of the mentally disturbed. But an excess of imaginative effects, done equally with professionalism and with genuine compassion for his friends, tends to confuse and detract from the photographer-director-writer's dissections of sanity and insanity.
Mr. Frank is a transplanted Swiss whose commercial and documentary still photographs have won him acclaim, as have his short subjects, "Pull My Daisy" and "The Sin of Jesus."
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What a strange coincidence, or not so strange. Sheldon Whitehouse
this week defeated Lincoln Chafee for a Senate seat for Rhode Island. It
turns out that Sheldon's father, Charles Sheldon Whitehouse, a career
diplomat, was the roommate at Yale University of John Chafee, Lincoln's
father and predecessor in that Senate seat. The new Senator's
grandfather, also named Sheldon Whitehouse, was a career diplomat who
served as Minister to Guatemala and Colombia. Charles was one of the
ablest U.S. career diplomats of the post-World War II era, and served as
Deputy Ambassador in Vietnam and as Ambassador to Laos and Thailand.
Bradley from leukemia. I have enjoyed a great many of his fine reports
on "60 Minutes" over the years. There was extensive and most favorable
press coverage of his career today and I learned several things I didn't
know. Among his many awards was a George Polk Award for coverage of the
Cambodian refugees. He covered the wars in Vietnam and Cambodia. The
Washington Post reported that while in Cambodia in 1973 "he was wounded
in the left arm by mortar fire and shrapnel peppered his back. The
soldier standing next to him was killed." He returned to the area in the
spring of 1975 to report on the fall of Saigon and the earlier fall of
My sole personal encounter with Bradley was on the latter occasion.
It was not a happy encounter but it was memorable, and I included the
anecdote in my oral history of my Foreign Service career. Here is the
relevant paragraph. The date is April 12, 1975, the day we evacuated our
diplomatic mission, including our Cambodian employees and their
families, plus some foreign diplomats, a few senior Cambodian officials,
and any other Americans we could gather up to depart the city on twelve
U.S. Marine helicopters. We had earlier received authorization to
include American print and TV journalists and their Cambodian and other
foreign staffers in the evacuation, as we informed them at 7:00 a.m. on
the day of the evacuation. This encounter took place at about 9:00 a.m.
The evacuation concluded at about 11:00 a.m. after Ambassador Dean and I
boarded the last helicopter to lift off from Phnom Penh. Bradley was on
board the same helicopter, filming our haggard faces for his report to
The morning of the evacuation came. We told the press at 7:00 a.m., and
they were furious. I ran into Ed Bradley, now of "60 Minutes," in the
chancery compound that morning and he gave me literal hell because he had not had
enough advance warning to get some extra film into Phnom Penh so that the
evacuation could be captured on TV tape in extenso. That got me rather
upset and I told him that if he preferred to be left behind, he could
call for his film; by the time it arrived, we would be gone. He said that if he had been
advised one or two days earlier, he could have had the film. I told him
that if I had warned him earlier, we would have had a mess on our hands--sheer chaos.
He was absolutely furious; he said he could not explain to his superiors
his failure to capture the evacuation thoroughly on film. In the end we
did a big favor for Bradley and the other TV people. They got the story
of the week, live, with lots of great action shots, and they got flown
out with us on the Marine helicopters to the carrier Okinawa. They were
stuck on the carrier until it got to port in Thailand, but (Ambassador
John Gunther) Dean and I and our Public Affairs Officer--Jim
McHale--took their TV film with us to Bangkok, to which we flew
immediately courtesy of the U.S. Navy and the U.S. Air Force, and the TV
story of the evacuation (including Bradley's story) was featured
nationwide on the evening news that very night.
Robert V. Keeley