One attempt after another has been made to find something -- anything!
-- to use against me, or to trap me into doing wrong. These fishing
expeditions have been going on for 25 years, a whole generation.
It all started when I wrote CYPRUS. Their great hope1
is to find some proof of wrong doing on my part, hopefully illegal;
but barring this, at least something that would prove extremely
embarrassing to me -- or, far far better still, anything that
would support the many lies and slanders they2
have bombarded me with over the years. For instance, Child Molesting,
Racism, anti-Americanism, to name only a few. The simple fact
that they have been trying to pin something on me for so long
speaks eloquently of their determination -- no, of their fanaticism.
And their hatred for CYPRUS. These people are obsessed with getting
me. It goes without saying they dont give a damn about Free
Its not just my e-mail, or just my phone calls anymore.
By now they know everything -- probably more than I know about
myself. (Certainly, if they think Im a Child Molester, a
Racist, anti-American, etc.) Not a single stone has been left
unturned. Even the contents of my house was at their disposal.
They had my whole life before them. Well, not quite -- there I
go exaggerating again -- not what was in my Safety Deposit Box.
Just everything else (unless you count whats in my
head): my financial
statements/ my tax returns/ my address book/ the amount and who
I wrote my checks to/ all my private papers/ anything I did or
said that I kept a record of/ my photographs/ the phone numbers
of my long distance calls/ my CYPRUS Papers (which, by the way,
prove conclusively that I wrote CYPRUS3)/
my computer (oh boy, yummy yummy, lots and lots of juicy e-mail,
and hopefully other private-personal-incriminating stuff)/ the
Movie Im writing/ any correspondence I kept/ my faxes/ my
2 dirty videos (They must have wept bitter tears when they found
both were heterosexual.) But go ahead, name something. What, above
all, would you not want other people to see? . . . Yes, they had
access to that too. I was an open book, completely exposed. I
was wearing The Emperors New Clothes: I was
Nothing! They found nothing! Not a single solitary thing. Zip
Zero Zilch! After 25 years, a generation of searching -- ever
since I wrote CYPRUS -- they still had nothing to pin on me. Nothing.
a blasted thing! Not an itty-bitty teeny-weeny tiny little almost
insignificant something. A speck of dust even. (I bet you if I
had all their information I could do better.) THEY STILL
DONT, AND THEY NEVER WILL, HAVE A POT TO PISS IN.
HaHaHa. Ever since I wrote CYPRUS -- nothing. .
you see me? . . . Im dancing & skipping around!)
. . . Theres always been nothing.
. . . Theres
never been anything.
. . . Whoopee! . . .
Its always been a Witch Hunt.
Admit! Confess! Repent! The Moment of Truth is upon you.
Admit that you tried to kill Free Speech.
Confess that youre a disgrace to the County.
Penance, please. . . . (shouting:) DO
Do not ask for whom the bells toll;
they toll for thee.
. . Phew, Im out of breath.
TO CONTINUE . . .
Embarrassing, you say -- even humiliating? I say, CATASTROPHIC.
After 25 years of searching, pretending and slander? And still
to be empty handed? Zip Zero Zilch in thousands of e-mails, in
all my phone calls, or anywhere in my house -- or around the world
for that matter (you can bet they circulated my picture far and
wide). Nothing means Nothing: absolutely no Child Molesting;
absolutely no Racial Slurs; absolutely no anti-Americanism;
absolutely no Etceteras. Nothing even remotely embarrassing.4
Admit it, Im damn near perfect. Im a hell of a lot
better than they are, anyway. Not only am I none of the above,
I never tried to deprive anyone of Free Speech. If that
doesnt make me a better American I dont know what
does. Confess: Theyre anti-American -- one of the
very epithets theyve been rubbing my nose in for years.
The Countrys great, theres nothing wrong with the
Country, its just some of the people in it. If no
one likes to be caught with their pants down in public, imagine
what its like for people with big egos. The ones that play
God and lay down the law and crush individuals they dont
agree with. In other words, great big Literary
against little old Me. Never, never
forget, they tried everything in their power to stop me from sending
CYPRUS around so you couldnt make up your
If they had their way, they wouldnt allow me to write this
either, or anything else, or have a web site to publish it on.
After they backed me into a corner and knocked me down, evidently
I was supposed to just roll over and let them kick me. How dare
I get up and come out fighting! After all, theyre the Big
Cheese, the Taste Makers; they write the news papers, the
magazines; theyre on TV. How dare you listen to anybody
else! If they serve up garbage, you damn well better like it --
and believe it.
With diddle-squat against me? After 25 years? Can anybody believe
anymore theyre not going to try and frame me? Its
the biggest persecution of a Writer in history -- in the U.S.,
anyway. (And get this, participated in, in part, by other writers!
If that doesnt make your blood run cold, nothing will.)
These people cant stand to be made fools of -- that they
made fools of themselves only makes it worse. Now, for sure, to
save face, they have to get me. That
they found nothing to hate me for will only make them hate me
more. But what am I talking about?! Theyve already started;
theyve been framing me for years -- with their slander,
with their lies. They just havent finished me off, is all.
And whats the hurry? For all I know, they still could be
recovering e-mail I deleted; or they havent
torn up the floor boards yet; or dug up the back yard. And then
again, Im 71: maybe theyre waiting to frame my corpse
(no, Im not kidding!) -- so I cant fight back. It
would be just like them. Theyre Cowards.7
Slander is a stab in the back. Theyd be right in character.
They found nothing to charge me with; nothing to embarrass me
with. Nothing. Not a thing. Not this time. Not before. Never.
They found what they found all along: that I was a good guy --
not a Child Molester, not a Racist, not anti-American,
not Etc. So how come it took so long for the good news to get
out -- or start to get out? If they knew all along I was a good
guy, why did they pretend I was a bad guy -- a Child Molester,
a Racist, anti-American, etc.? When they knew better all along.
. . . Why would they still be calling me a Child Molester today
if they hadnt cried wolf too often before? Why
were they always about to charge me with something just around
the corner? (Twenty-five years has a lot of corners.) Why? Never
once did they have a shred of evidence against me. If they had,
why did they try so hard to entrap me? Why? Why? Why?
It has to be -- there are no other answers -- CYPRUS. More than
just an attack on me, first and foremost this is an attack on
Free Speech. They hate CYPRUS. They hate me for writing it. Other
than writing CYPRUS, I have done nothing that could possibly piss
anybody off. Im the kind of guy who wouldnt hurt a
flea. They simply have no other reason to get
me. Sorry, but Im the good guy here. . . . No, really.
After a generation of lies and slander, I know thats hard
to believe. As for them, the masquerade is over; I have defrocked
them for what they are, the bad guys, the would be Assassins of
Free Speech in America. (I have done the State some service
-- enough of that.) Far worse than anything they have done
to me, or would have done to me, or still might, is the fact that
they dont believe in Free Speech -- either that or they
dont know whats good. (They dont know that CYPRUS
is good.) Which would Literary America rather be, anti-American
For 25 years they made me out a monster -- ostensibly, because
I wrote CYPRUS, I dont know. I only know thats when
it all started: when I started sending CYPRUS around. You heard
their lies. You figure it out.
James Johnson Briggs
p.s. How do
I know they never found anything? I know there was nothing to
find. Besides, if they had, dont you think you would have
heard about it by now? 25 years is a long time.