JING LONG MEIGUOLAO
HAOPENGYOU TAIPAN
THE AMERICAN GOLDEN DRAGON SERIES
KNOW ME
FOR ALL
I AM
VOLUME I
BETWEEN THE EAGLE AND THE DRAGON
The True Story of the United States and International Lawyer Who Has Saved America Twice and Is
Registered With The Federal Election Commission To Be Elected
President in 2008
By John Wallace Stevenson
THIS BOOK IS PRESENTLY INTERACTIVE WTH WEBSITE
www.johnwstevenson.com
KNOW ME FOR ALL I AM
VOLUME I
BETWEEN THE EAGLE AND THE DRAGON
CONTENTS
i. Author’s Dedication
ii. Author’s Thanks and Prayer
iii. Introduction
1. My Birth Story
2. So Young
3. My Toys
4. Cherry Blossoms
5. Playing Soldiers
6. School Prayer
7. FAMILY MATTERS
8. Mickey Mantle and Jimmy Ling
9. Sunny Boy
10. Meet Joe Black
Plus Insert Laughter and Tears
Plus China PhotoSpread
11. How Much I Love You
12. The Black Buddha
13. Corrupt FBI
14. The PRINZ
15. Dallas 1964 Plus Insert BritSpeak 326-327
16. I Survived Two Assassinations
17. Trained By Russians
18. Kennedy Is Dead
19. Shadows Warring
20. As This Volume Ends
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PHOTOS
A 4-page Full Color China PhotoSpread Appears At Page 205 et seq. in the book and is shown on the Platform Page of this web site. The images are from a photobook given to me by the Chinese memorializing a Judicial Reform Conference. The Dates are discernible in the Chinese Presentation text as May 9-12, 2001. I look forward to working again with these fine folks.
Other Photos Are Blended With Relevant Texts Throughout
STARTING AT THE BEGINNING, An Introduction Of Myself Through This Book
As I am now officially registered with a Principal Campaign Committee to be elected President of the United States of
America in the 2008 election pursuant to the laws governing the Federal Election Commission I have created this book as one
of the principal means of making known to you what manner of man I am.
The time frame leaps from 1933 as my mother
eloped from Iowa to Chicago with my father on an American made Indian Motorcycle, in the heart of The Great Depression, up
to present day.
It is my hope that if you highly value your and your children’s future, you will hug this profoundly
personal book to your heart, read it, study it, learn it, go back to it. Along the way you will learn as much of the
American political story in this book as you would in a good university political science course.
This book includes
vignettes of:
• My grandfather Stevenson’s Kentucky thoroughbred racehorses
• The Korean War from unusual American and
Communist Chinese perspectives
• World War II
• Vietnam
• Family Matters
• great character and great
characters
• diamonds, diamonds, diamonds
• how schoolchildren in Dallas dealt with the assassination of President John
F. Kennedy in their hometown
• cherry blossoms and other beauties
• the Israeli Army
• a Black Buddha in the U. S .
Embassy in Beijing, The People’s Republic of China
• that I simultaneously greatly blessed the U. S . Government and
Osama bin Laden
• FBI corruption
• a tiny very young piano concertina in the town next to Chairman Mao’s hometown
•
two attempted assassinations of myself and my great wife, who is such a right wing enthusiast I call her Linda The Hon
•
the Historian for The U. S . Joint Chiefs of Staff during World War II under General George Marshall who was my uncle
• a
bowlegged bomber pilot who was my uncle
• that I was the first person to read the official U. S . Government plans for the
U. S . military invasion of Saudi Arabia and the takeover of its oil fields, because my mother was in charge of the unit that
prepared the plans, which document is mentioned near the end of Robert Baer’s fine book SLEEPING WITH THE DEVIL How
Washington Sold Our Soul For Saudi Crude. (Although I first learned this book by listening to its audio cd set between
segments of The Rush Limbaugh Show on KFI 640AM radio in Los Angeles as I commuted in my car I understand the book was also
published as a 256 page hardcover by Crown Books in 2003 under International Serial Book Number #1400050219)
• The
Cowardly Lion from the great film made in America of L. Frank Baum’s fine book The Wizard of Oz so well portrayed by my
relative Bert Lahr, and in color, while the Nazi Germans and the Tojo Japanese were casually killing, oh say . . . 100
million human beings on the reasoning that they were inferior
• a better-than-the-sound-bites interface with certain hot
issues including war and the military-industrial complex, abortion, and the clash between our world and the world of Islam.
This book took me ten years to write. I plan to look for a means and style of publishing which will be easiest on
the reader, such as on the internet, recording on Digital Video Disc and or audio tape and cd and large print type. You will
enjoy it and it will sharpen your mind about the character and caliber of the people we choose to be President. It is my
intention that through this book, like the woman in the film The Bridges of Madison County, you will come to know me for all
that I am.
John W. Stevenson
August 20, 2006
America
Author's Dedication
I dedicate this book to
all of those great ones who contributed to my learning: many teachers, the fine men and women who have been part of my life,
particularly the women I have greatly loved, the great New York State Supreme Court Judge David F. Lee, Jr., for whom I
clerked and about whom I once improperly allowed myself to be pushed into a candid gesture which was not respectful of his
true self, which mistake I have personally grieved and deeply regretted for so many years and from which I have learned a
lesson and for which I here publicly apologize, and other great American and Chinese Judges I have had the privilege of
knowing, the American Poet Emily Dickinson for her genius in articulating for us the fine guideline something like Tell All
The Truth But Tell It Slant and the American Poet Robert Frost who gave us The Gift Outright and the thought to work upon in
our hearts and our world's affairs that Something There Is That Does Not Like A Wall and one of the lines that guided my adult
years something like Two Roads Diverged In a Wood . . . One Seeming Perhaps To Have The Better Claim As Being More Fair . . .
But . . . But I . . . I took The Other Road The Road Less-Travelled and That Has Made All The Difference.
Author's
Thanks and Prayer:
I Thank the God of the Bible, and as I believe - although my Israeli and other Jewish friends do not believe, a topic which probably cannot be settled except by The Lord in His own good time so we have agreed with mutual respect to disagree agreeably which allows us to cooperate quite well as - mostly - mutually respectful friends who accomplish a lot for the common good in civic affairs - his only begotten Son, Jesus of Nazareth, the Christ,
The Messiah of Israel, and as King David wrote of in The Psalms His Holy Spirit, who saved me from death itself, to whom I
always pray first as the Bible instructs for The Government (in my case, of America starting with The President and The
Civilian and Military Leaders and also the Soldiers in the Field) so our people may live peaceable lives and as my personal
intelligence network long ago informed me The President personally directly asked be prayed for "the shielding of America"
(showing that American close supportive working partners relationship of a mutually respectful independent government and
free faith) who in the Book of Numbers and in the Psalms too I think it is written is The Lifter Of My Head.
Chapter 1
BIRTH STORY
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John Wallace Stevenson
Age 4 1956
Chevy Chase, Maryland
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My mother Kathryn Grace Loehr age 16
Monmouth College, Monmouth, Illinois 1932.
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My Mother's Parents
Rev. Clement D. Loehr and Mrs. Grace D. Loehr
Family Academic Background Note
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I have a childhood memory of my mom always saying to me "John both of your parents and all four of your grandparents attended college or university. Your grandfather Loehr (I think it was . . . or maybe another famly member) was Salutatorian of his graduating class at the University of Iowa at Ames." They completed different levels of higher education, some graduating from university, some, like my mother who gave up most of her college years to marry and have a family, some of which loss she recovered in special educational opportunities at the University of Rochester I think it was in connection with work for the U. S. Government, did not graduate, and some, like my father, going on to complete law school, as I did later. It was important to my mother that I understood in our family all education was highly valued and a serious part of life. If the Good Lord is willing that I should become President I will plan to continue the strong parts of President George W. Bush's No Child Left Behind program, such as the requirement that all teachers be highly qualified, and get a bug or two out of it, and also create two universal, highly valuable programs for our children that will assure their futures and strengthen America in profound ways.
MY BIRTH STORY
I was born in the usual way. There were,
however, some unusualities I associate with the
precise time, place and surrounding people,
events and circumstances.
It is only fair to start with my mom. After all, she
did all the work involved. What the doctors term
labor was just the capping insult to the work term
of carrying an unwelcome pregnancy nine long
months at the breakapart end of a longer than a
lifetime twenty year marriage. Her marriage
with my father began in 1933, the great struggle
year of our “American Century”.
They were married in Chicago, Illinois in 1933,
the year a strange malady arose in Germany
which would destroy millions of lives and hopes
and dreams. Another version of the twist on
human societal organization that made killing
people subordinate in official priorities to their
caste was born and bred halfway around the
world in Japan and started to bear bloody fruit at
about the same time.
The death toll in Europe would be enormous, and
of excruciating proportions to the descendants of
the son of Jacob, whose name God changed to
Israel, named Judah. Yet the sheer numbers
killed in China alone - perhaps sixty million -
have been so staggering that although there was
indeed a War Crimes Trial of the Japanese
hierarchies which was in fact much more
extensive than that at Nuremberg, the western
world as a whole has almost turned a blind eye to
fully facing what happened there.
In our own beloved America hopelessness and a
deep helpless dread of life itself forced an
American President to be honest in dialogue with
us and tell us there was really nothing material to
fear but that we must face up to and overcome
the spirit of fear.
My Mom and Dad’s marriage had struggled and
strifed through the horrendous events of 1933-
1952, my father completing several grueling years
of law school at night - always just called night
school. Dad worked a full time day job at the
Information Desk in the ornate main Lobby of
Chicago City Hall. Dad commuted every day
through the Chicago winters and all the rest of it
with a foot-long steel bar surgically pinned
through his hip which he had broken as a boy.
He lived his whole life with that pin; it held his
leg cocked at an angle so he had to wear a
specially made shoe with a sole several inches
thick. I recall him pulling out X-rays from a case
he was working on and sort of wondrously
marveling at the new technique of putting in a
nylon ball joint as a replacement for a damaged
hip. Yet he had lived with that bar embedded in
his leg so long it had become a part lf him.
I believe he was too terrified of having his body
torn up by the necessary surgical procedures to
ever try to fix his own problem.
Perhaps, too, his leg being shortened over a
lifetime, it would have done him little good to try
the new experimental procedure.
My mom bore three children between 1933 and D-Day,
June 6, 1944. She also gave birth to another,
that is fourth, child on D-Day itself.
I presently have a fine crusty grumpy old man
friend, a Norske Krigseiler - a Norwegian War
Sailor, named Pete. Pete was in Norway, living in
a far northern location near or above the Arctic
Circle the entire five years of the Nazi Occupation
of that peaceful country. He had a secreted illegal
(according to the Nazi Occupation authorities)
radio set which he used to listen to broadcasts
from the BBC. Pete tells me he cross-country
skied many hours on that date, but he would never
tell me where he skied or for what purpose. He
only let on that it was something important
enough for the war effort that he skied many hours
solid to accomplish his mission that day, the D-Day
my youngest older sister was born.
Mom also gave birth to another son, several years
before me, my youngest older brother.
I was born February 17, 1952, within a month of
the day, Harry Truman, President of these United States and a haberdasher of all things, having become the only person in history to use an atomic bomb - and here it is extremely worthy of note that the only use he or any American or other responsible leader would use an atomic bomb for is NOT to fight a war but to STOP a war and thereby save thousands of lives - accepted the surrender of both Nazi Germany and Imperial Japan, created the U. S. Central Intelligence Agency (America's first permanent spy agency),and fired the successful General Douglas MacArthur who had defeated Japan and won the war in the Pacific and for some time been an effective and respectful Military Governor of Occupation of Japan, finally for some unknown reason President Truman said it had gotten
too hot in the kitchen and he was getting out, and the
smiling General Eisenhower who had defeated Nazi Germany and won the war
in Europe became President IKE.
FDR, Truman, Eisenhower, those were the Presidents of
my parents’ marriage years.
So, six children were sent out into the post-World
War II America from my Dad and Mom’s
marriage.
These six children, of whom I am one, the baby,
came, culturally and genetically, from my Dad,
whose father came to America from Glasgow,
Scotland, a Glaswegian, in 1900 or 1901.
These six children also came, culturally and
genetically, from my Mom, whose family roots
trace through several interesting paths. The
earliest to come to America were English
Colonists who came to the James River
Settlements in 1628.
They themselves then imported others in 1642 so
that they themselves were also Colonizers. Among
other things, family records show they ceded back
to the governing authorities land as payment in
part for the privilege of colonizing, which was a
kind of tax of two or three acres out of the fifty
they were given as an inducement to colonize,
and, that they bought or sold land to or from an
early Byrd of Virginia.
A hundred fifty years later a single man
surnamed Young and an unrelated single woman
from his same village also surnamed Young, who
later married each other in America, were
freighted aboard The Britannia from a small town
named Neu Halle Neustadt in Saxony (now part of
Germany) in 1773. They are listed on the
merchant ship’s manifest by the office in
Philadelphia as cargo which was delivered to the
Port of Philadelphia, in the (then English)
Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. To pay their
freight, that is, for their passage to the New World
they were indentured servants for a period of three
years. The records indicate, at the time in
America when there were no public schools, the
man worked as a schoolteacher.
At that time, there were actually so many
German immigrants in the Colony that, according to a National Park Service Ranger who gave me a tour of Independence Hall and The Liberty Bell, many important official proclamations such as the
Declaration of Independence were printed in six
German language translation copies together with
the English six copies, which were posted on large
signboards outside Independence Hall.
There in Philadelphia, two hundred years after
the signing of the United States Constitution by
its writers and its issuance in six English and I believe six
German copies, which the newly-married Mr. and
Mrs. Young, formerly listed cargo and formerly
of Saxony, under which Constitution whose
children and all their descendants would be born
free citizens of The United States of America,
likely read in the original broadsides when they
were publicly posted outside Independence Hall,
there in the longest continuously existing Court of
General Jurisdiction in America, The Court of
Common Pleas of The Commonwealth of
Pennsylvania, by happy chance I would be first
sworn in as a lawyer in 1987.
This young Young couple in Mom’s family tree
was emancipated in Philadelphia in 1776.
They had lived in the Philadelphia area
throughout the time of the Constitutional
Conventions that led to the Declaration of
Independence. It is likely that the daily
newspapers they read were printed by B.
Franklin, Printer.
The Squires they saw coming and going from
Taverns and Inns and the quite simple, really,
building that would later be famous as
Independence Hall would certainly have included
not only Benjamin Franklin but also George
Washington, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison,
John Adams and JOHN HANCOCK.
One wonders if the young couple had any real
conception of the greatness of the events that were
going on around them. Then and there were laid
the foundations upon which most of the
meaningful freedom of humankind which has
been achieved in this world has been built. This
happened simultaneously with they themselves
working their own way through a period of
indentured servanthood to their own freedom.
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Magnificent.
Family ancestors sprung from such Anglo-Saxon
stock served as soldiers in both the American
Revolutionary War and the American Civil War a
hundred years later. Interestingly, one of the demographic groups singled out for death by Al Quaeda are "the Anglo-Saxons". One may wonder whether they ever stop for a moment and consider how they would feel if the wording were turned back on themselves. How would they and those they claim to stand for feel if people who are not Arab or Islamic made law decrees to the effect that it is the duty of all non-Arabs and non-Islamics to kill every Arab and Islamic, military or civilian, man, woman or child, wherever, whenever and however they are encountered.
Some of my favorites from mom's family tree include my Uncle Rodney, Bert Lahr and Jim Lehrer. It seems there are over 600 of these folks whose names begin with L, have a second syllable which may be represented by different vowels, and end in hr or hrer. Uncle Rod was the Historian for the Joint Chiefs of Staff of the U.S. Military during World War II when U. S. Army General George Marshall was Chairman of the JCS. While in that work, Uncle Rod also documented for his personal interest, from the great variety of historical records he learned of in the work, many of the family tree branches and connections. My favorite is Bert Lahr, one of the stars of The Wizard of Oz film made during World War II. Bert Lahr played the part of The Cowardly Lion. one of the most lovable figures of the American Silver Screen. Those who are so critical of the United States and would seek to portray Americans as warmongers would do well to view the film, which is available on a remakable 50th Anniversary Special Edition video format with some wonderful out-takes of The Scarecrow dancing and so on. After viewing this fine film they might ask themselves, at the time Germany was killing people they considered not their equals by the millions in Europe, Russia and Africa and Japan was killing people they considered not their equals by the tens of millions in China and all over Southeast Asia, what does it say of the true character of The American People that at just that same time in a place called Hollywoodland, later shortened to just Hollywood when the last four letters fell down from the famous sign in the hills, The Americans were producing a work such as the kindly, whimsical and moral The Wizard of Oz, and in color. The most surprising - for me - is Jim Lehrer of the Public Broadcasting System's fine long-running one hour news program called The NewsHour With Jim Lehrer. I enjoyed watching The Newshour one evening and, if I heard aright, hearing him mention that he had received a telephone call that afternoon from a very courteous old gentleman in a nursing home somewhere in the midwest who said he had been the Historian for the Joint Chiefs of Staff and told him they were related. Uncle Rod, The Cowardly Lion and Jim Lehrer. Hi guys.
OK, back to Mom in 1951. After her fifth child,
born a year and a half after D-Day which meant
those two of her children would be two grades
apart in school, she went to her doctor five years
in a row as she became pregnant each year and
asked him for what she called ergot. Ergot is the
strong emetic style old medicine which, unlike the
phantom “coat-hangar” bogeyman the abortion
industry today so often tries to hide behind in
political campaigns, caused a woman to have a
miscarriage type abortion.
Finally, after five - actually I think my mom told
me it was six - such ergot-induced miscarriageabortions
five years in a row, with her marriage
shattering in a hate-filled divorce, which would in
American society at that time render her a
divorcee, a societal pariah with a certain allure
and unhappy charm, her doctor, same doctor, was
finally wise enough to tell her no when she asked
him for one last ergot.
Her doctor saw correctly, and told her so, that all
of her children would soon be grown and gone and
she would be alone in a cold, empty, hard world.
He told her this last baby would grow to be a
child of special love and joy to her as she, age 37,
entered the next half of her life and this child
would be with her for years when all others left
her. He was right.
I was born February 17, 1952.
It is noteworthy that just as I was born, the
smiling, victorious Five-Star General Dwight
David Eisenhower who had won World War II in
Europe and become President of the United States
would enter an eight year term of office at the end
of which he, who was in a better position to know
than any man alive the truth of what he was
saying, would warn us as had previous successful
General and President George Washington, not to
enter into too deep foreign entanglements and too
profound an investment in a culture based upon a
military-industrial complex. IKE said something
like “In the final analysis, every dollar we spend
on bullets and bombs takes bread and butter off
of our tables and out of the mouths of our
children.”
So, out of desperate adversity, escaping a
mother’s asked-for chemical abortifacient, after
the worst of all times ever, I was born into a
sunny time of a smiling peace and prosperous
innocence.
That sunny Huckleberry Finn-dom of post World
War II America lasted the first ten years of my
life until November 23, 1963. That day, after an
announcement on the Public Address or P.A. box
on the wall of the sub-basement schoolroom, I
went home from my sixth grade class in
elementary school early. The sunny innocence
bought so dearly with blood and fear and wasted
national treasure by those of my Mom and Dad’s
marriage years had ended.
For their children then, without anyone really
realizing it, began the long twilight period we are
still in of struggling to keep our free lives in the
teeth of what one of our great cultural arts
creators has just termed a Phantom Menace
which works assiduously to subvert every good
thing the Founders of this country established it
upon.
It is important, first, in my understanding of my
Birth Story to place it in context. I think I have
done so. Consequently, I have struck some blows
for freedom in my own time, which perhaps I can
tell about some other time.
My Birth Story, in Latin:
Non ergot, ergo sum.
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[These chapters - Copyright 2000 John W. Stevenson All Rights Reserved - I wrote a few years ago in an Adult School Writing Class called Write Your Life Story taught by a gifted Teacher, Mrs. Ruth Herbert. The photos, which are not all part of the original chapter story line, but may be old or current, were added when the chapters were posted on this web site.]
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