John Foster turned out to be a good friend, like most of the people who I met at (That there) Evergreen State College. It had a reputation for being a bit hippyish and liberal, but that is another story and all the people I met were serious about getting an education. Mandy, who I ended up living with remained a friend even after I returned to New Zealand, and she visited my on my parent's farm but wasn't too impressed by our standard of living. After I came back to Seattle where I caught up with Steve Rabow again, I proposed to her while I was working at Virginnia Mason Hospital, but she declined my offer. This was just before my father became ill with kidney disease in 1981, right in the middle of trying to get a music magazine off the ground for 'Rescue the Rock of the 80's', a group dedicated to keeping 'New Music' on the Seattle radio airwaves.
Back at Evergreen in 1997 everything was exciting. While I was trying to enroll, but having difficulty getting my father to guarantee my tuition fees, and working at the radio station and the newspaper, there was a slight tussle for control and direction going on at the Radio Station. There were only a few paid positions, but while some wanted it to be more "profesional" which didn't fit the Evergreen 'alternative' ethos at all, others wanted the "never play the same song twice" program to expose as much music as possible. Toni Holm won the battle for station manager, and she just happened to live in the same dorm room as me. Dale crouse was another resident, and he turned out to be a genius with computers. We could chack ot those old terminals with a telephone acoustic modem, and I managed to upgrade some of the software on the Evergreen mainframe, which ran a time-share system most people used to play Dungeons and Dragons, or a Star Trek geme. Later in 1980, Dale had me helping him and his girlfriend soldering capacitors on a board, building computers on my kitchen table on New Year's eve, and I don't think he saw anything wrong with that.
It was a bit of investigative journalism that exposed some of the shabby manouvering and telling of lies which helped swing it for Toni, and put the kibosh on the team of professionals, who also launched a sexist attack on some of us, not that that would be a bad thing in most radio stations. John was working for the station, Dale was in Engineering, and Mandy was working on the student newspaper in her spare time. Kerrie Jacobs was the editor, and she had just taken over from Matt Groening, who went on to invent the Simpsons. Kerrie let me help out with layout and doing headlines on an ancient machine they had. Later I started working with a staff member Ben Wolfe who was just experimenting with a prototype Optical Character Reader or scanner, which produced a six level paper tape we took to the 'Daily Olympian's computer to do typesetting. There were only two machines in the country at the time, and Boeing had the other one. I think IBM was developing it.
So everything went well until everone graduated, so I had to head home to New Zealand and work on the family farm too, although I had learned enough graphic arts to get a job as a graphic artist in Auckland.
John and Steve had been good friends until something happened regarding Steve's girlfriend or John's girlfriend, then we had to pick sides, which wasn't a problem for me because I had little or no contact with any of them, except after Dad sold the farm in 80, I headed back and settled in Seattle. Toni, Dave Rauh and John set up their own radio station in Olympia, but it took them a few years to do it.
Like for example, how many people would have thought it possible that I had been Pope Paul while he was still in Poland? Or that I had produced the beginning of a music magazine that my friend John Foster had produced? Were these so called ficticious memories?
None of it seemed relevant until when in 2005/6 I met a Serbian woman on the internet. Sladja, Mrs Bogdanovic, was just where I expected her to be and began writing to her.
Defamation—also called calumny, vilification, traducement, slander (for transitory statements), and libel (for written, broadcast, or otherwise published words)—is the communication of a statement that makes a claim, expressly stated or implied to be factual, that may give an individual, business, product, group, government, or nation a negative image. It is usually a requirement that this claim be false and that the publication is communicated to someone other than the person defamed (the claimant).[1]
In common law jurisdictions, slander refers to a malicious, false,[2][not specific enough to verify] and defamatory spoken statement or report, while libel refers to any other form of communication such as written words or images.[3] Most jurisdictions allow legal actions, civil and/or criminal, to deter various kinds of defamation and retaliate against groundless criticism. Related to defamation is public disclosure of private facts, which arises where one person reveals information that is not of public concern, and the release of which would offend a reasonable person. "Unlike [with] libel, truth is not a defense for invasion of privacy."[4][not verified in body]
How to prove libel
There are several ways a person must go about proving that libel has taken place. For example, in the United States, the person first must prove that the statement was false. Second, that person must prove that the statement caused harm. And, third, they must prove that the statement was made without adequate research into the truthfulness of the statement. These steps are for an ordinary citizen. In the case of a celebrity or public official trying to prove libel, they must prove the first three steps, and must (in the United States) prove the statement was made with the intent to do harm, or with reckless disregard for the truth. Usually specifically referred to as "proving malice".[17]
It took me some time before I recognised her as the woman I had rescued, in a previous lifetime, when I was a soldier in the war. Unfortunately I didn't get to her in time to prevent her being sexually assaulted in the street, and she may have wondered, "If there is a God, how can this happen to me? If God is going to send a rescuer, why can't he send one before an assult happens and not after it? I'm not one to question God. It is common I am set in a situation, and have to work out where I am needed. The man assaulting her was shot, and I took her to the nearest hospital, where I left her to go and rescue more women in a similar situation. While I was helping her, I wasn't helping someone else. After I had shot two more
You can say what you like, I know, and God knows which memories are mine. If I have the body of a pig, do I have the thoughts of a pig, or my thoughts? Are my impressions clear or confused? Anyone can argue anything, bt there is only one truth. If you are in a court of law, and your truth is written down for you, you read it exactly as it is. There is no point in trying to distort the truth. If you do you only compound the crime.
And how then does John fit into this story? If he had admitted his role, he wouldn't have had to have it exposed to the world, but the victim of a crime should never feel that they have to be embarrassed or harmed by it. Anybody judging the victim is just trying to defend the perpetrator.
Blessed Pope John Paul II (Latin: Ioannes Paulus PP. II, Italian: Giovanni Paolo II, Polish: Jan Paweł II), born Karol Józef Wojtyła (Polish: [ˈkarɔl ˈjuzɛf vɔjˈtɨwa]; 18 May 1920 – 2 April 2005), reigned as Pope of the Catholic Church and Sovereign of Vatican City from 16 October 1978 until his death on 2 April 2005, at 84 years and 319 days of age. His was the second-longest documented pontificate, which lasted 26 years and 168 days; only Pope Pius IX (1846–1878) who served 31 years, has reigned longer. Pope John Paul II is the only Slavic or Polish pope to date and was the first non-Italian Pope since Dutch Pope Adrian VI (1522–1523).
When this woman I loved told me she had a new job, but had to pass some exams before she would get it, I didn't think she just had to swat to answer some questions. Perhaps she was preparing to leave her husband and start a new life with me, where I would support her. It was clear that at that time I had the money to send her the tickets to join me, and she obviously wanted to do this. However she was still married, and therefore was obviously unwilling to leave her husband even though she may ultimately wanted to do this, but she needed to meet me first, and have a committment from me. When my property manager refused to let me have my money so I could bring her and her family here, she was forced to find that new job she had applied for, simply so she could pay the rent and feed and clothe her children. Her husband may be unwilling to do that once he was aware I was on the scene. Not all men are kind and loving to their wives and children.
Twice I mentioned this in a Court of law, and my family knows it. Does not a man have the right to choose to marry anybody he wants as long as she agrees to love only him? My religion requires a church wedding in an Anglican church, and the promise to "love, honour and obey". To my knowledge the Catholic religion does not allow the use of birth control or divorce. John Paul would call her a woman of loose morals for allowing herself to be raped, and condemn her to stay in a loveless marrige for the duration of her life. If the Pope disagrees, let him say so, but the Catholic Church excommunicated Christ in its early years, so does not talk to God.
My advice to John now is that he make a full confession to the authorities, unless he would rather spend ten years in a women's prison, and face the consequences of his actions, since he knows whether or not what I am saying is rational, and whether he believes in God. There will be others who serve the same boss, and who have the same story to tell.