< From: Gary S

From: Gary S. Gevisser
Sent: Sunday, November 05, 2006 8:43 AM PT
To: Kathy-Louse-Gevisser-Danziger
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Subject: ...THE LAST THING THEY WANT TO DO IS THINK...EVERYONE WOULD DRINK BEER...

 

Dear Kathy,

 

Given how you are the least “corrupted” of my siblings the result of being the first amongst us to pick up on our mother’s bs you are the most likely to be the first to help yourself followed by helping your daughter Debra who even if I don’t manage to write my forthcoming book will not escape the pending collapse of the world’s western economies.

 

And of course I know you think that because you have a bunch of gold stashed away that it will be enough for a “rainy day” without realizing however you have failed to educate those for whom you are dependant upon to supply you with water, food, electricity, shelter and the such of the importance of gold when all trust in humankind has been tossed out of the window.

 

If you, rather than Dad, were to be next to me now sitting in our other black leather chair looking out the front of our extraordinary cliff house that has a view like none other possibly in the entire world you would succeed in getting him to “see the light” and not be afraid to “dig” bearing in mind that we are less than a minute away from civilization that includes very possibly the best sushi restaurant in this entire area that is not exactly poor.

 

All the extraordinary wealth of Del Mar-Rancho Sante Fe couldn’t “afford” what we have and there really is no good explanation apart from the “Hand of G-d” and if you don’t yet subscribe to their being a Superior Being watching each of our moves then simply put it down to me being extraordinarily smart in “lining up my ducks.”

 

You must by now appreciate that there are very few, in fact, none of the “movers and shakers” in these parts who all know me extraordinarily well even if we have not met “formally” who “care for me”.

 

Consequently, for them to very discreetly make our landlady an “offer she couldn’t refuse” would be extraordinarily easy were it not for the fact that each one of them with every forward movement of the clock are increasingly “shell shocked”, increasingly unsure who to trust with their larceny.

 

Not knowing who to trust was installed in each one of us 4 siblings from a very early age as we witnessed the extraordinary bickering between Dad, his younger sister and their elder brother and yet we all knew that the cause of all this jealousy was our Royal Mater who was herself not only extraordinarily humble while again for good reason, “running circles” around all of them, but so very giving not only to all our cousins but everyone she came into contact with, no matter the color of their skin or whether they were “filthy rich” or “dirt poor” and you recall how well she took care of her very, very poor two aunts in Leeds who for good reason worshipped the ground our Royal Mater walked on.

 

The full moon reflecting off the relatively calm ocean is now at about 3 O’ clock in the still rather dark sky and when the waves break the sound passing through the sides windows helps envision exactly what is happening below.

 

Paying attention is something I always did as so much attention was paid to me when often visiting The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies’ headquarters on Madon Road in Durban, South Africa, probably more times than the rest of you all combined and as I got older, “working my way” from playing with all the toys in the showroom on the ground floor to the first floor where all the corporate offices were located eventually assisting the Indian clerks in the back, responsible for filing all the invoices that our grandfather Israel Issy Gevisser first checked principally to let them know to let the customers know that while very much retired it was important for him to keep being reminded of their names, until I had all their “trust” before heading down the stairs to drive the vehicles in the secured parking lot where the trains used to come in to drop off shipments from abroad.

 

I want you to once again envision the entrance to our rather small but very cozy stone home up in the mountains and then think of the distance between myself, dad and our uncle Leizer Molk as we stood in the doorway when dad and Leizer last visited some two or so years ago, not long after dad had his pig heart valve installed.

 

Out of the blue” Leizer told us a story that he had kept a secret from us all including dad for some period of between 3 and 5 decades ago that had he “chose fit” and told either Dad or mom it would have made all the difference in the world to all our lives because it would have in all likelihood prevented the sale of Moshal Gevisser.

 

But of course I cannot be certain for the simple reason there is every possibility that Leizer told our mother who possibly agreed with Sol “Little King” Moshal who apparently told Dad’s sister, our aunty Daphne, married to Leizer,

 

“You have more balls than all the Gevisser boys combined!

 

According to Leizer these words coming out of the mouth of the Managing Director of Moshal Gevisser were the result of Daphne “coming to Dad’s defense” as she supposedly questioned the “Little King” why he treated Dad so poorly.

 

Bear now in mind the following important facts:

 

The “Little King” who never considered his “favorite nephew”, David Gevisser a “Gevisser” was nothing more than a little “sh*t” [sic] who didn’t even have an employment contract.

 

Not to mention we Gevissers, not DG or the Little King or any of the other “power brokers” associated with the public corporation Moshal Gevisser, had the “control block” of shares, something Daphne, Leizer, Dad and most of all mom knew PERFECTLY WELL.

 

To mention little of this nobody “Little King” later committing the most horrific fraud not only on all us Gevissers but the thousands of hard working and honest employees of Moshal Gevisser most of whom were people of color.

 

To mention in passing, all the small businesses that suffered horribly as a result of the loss of “credit” which was the most important “asset” of Moshal Gevisser more so than all the incredible properties we owned THROUGHOUT THE WORLD not just in South Africa and ISRAEL such as those properties in Haifa harbor which were so “attractive” to our Royal Mater which she mentions in her epic Life Story emailed to us on October 9th 2001 which was the first sign that our RM was beginning to “lose her mind”, although it took friends of mine in Israel to make me aware of certain “disconnects”.

 

To refresh your memory, below is an excerpt.

 

Eventually, Rabbi Avner Weiss arrived in Durban and taught her kashrut and the true meaning of Judaism. His lectures to the children of the community “The Rabbi From Out Of Space” were important lessons for her. From the earliest days of 1949 she visited Israel two and three times a year writing reports for different publications. Her paternal grandmother had been an early resident of Tel Aviv only returning to England when Zena was born. The Gevissers (she married Bernie Gevisser when she was 19 after only a few months in Durban) owned land in Haifa harbour and Zichron Yscov and she rapidly felt at home in Israel.

 

Reporting on the many wars when Israel was attacked she was the first civilian in the captured area of the Sinai and in later years at her own expense twinned Durban with Eilat. In 1978 she left Durban eventually making her home in Netanya [Israel] and England.

 

Zena’s use of the word “returning” would possibly only “catch the eye” of super sensitive Israeli Intelligence officials who couldn’t quite understand the apparent “carelessness” when providing so much detailed accuracy.

 

Remember RM despite being told “repeatedly” that our father was a “fighter-bomber-pilot” and not a far less skilled “fighter-pilot” that while eventually apologizing profusely to our Dad who really couldn’t care less what anyone thought just so long as they didn’t talk “war stories” to him that would make him so very sad and always tearful ended up still referring to him as a “fighter-pilot” in her one and only book THE WINKING CAT published within months of her apology.

 

Why, however, was there so little mention of our dad who you will also remember had our RM telling us that she thought our dad was “hand throwing” bombs out of the cockpit of his plane during his 71 odd miraculous missions dive bombing with 500 and 1,000 pound bombs the crap out of the Nazi bastards?

 

More importantly, why would our so mindful, so extraordinarily secretive, so over-the-top shrewd mother decide after all these years to “make mention” of how EXTRAORDINARILY well traveled was her paternal grandmother Nechie Badash who you remember was not only born in the same tiny village of Poinsk in “White Russia” as was David Ben Gurion but watched as her entire immediate family were butchered to death by a bunch of marauding Cossacks that didn’t happen every day of the week, something NOT LOST on Nechie Badash or our RM or for that matter DBG who NOT ONLY remembered EVERYTHING including the fact that our father was a well “above average” not, fighter-pilot during World War II but “fighter-bomber-pilot” who was EXTRAORDINARILY THOUGHTFULLY held back “in reserve” during Israel’s War of Independence as were NONE of the best of the best who if captured could command a “handsome ransomBUT made it his business to inform very close aids within hours of meeting me for the very time on November 1st 1972, some 57 odd days after PLO terrorists began murdering the 11 defenseless Israeli athletes at the 1972 MUNIch Olympics.

 

Not to mention a good numbers of these facts were also not lost on those who flew alongside Bernie Gevisser who wasn’t afraid to go in “fast and very low .

 

To mention little of you would know that Leslie Shagam, a much closer friend of our RM than our Dad despite Leslie being a fighter-pilot during Israel’s War of Independence, was thrown out of the Israeli Air Force because he was considered a “security risk” even though at the time he had done a rather excellent job of hiding his homosexuality.

 

I wont allow you or anyone else for that matter to get lost in all the “detail” which really isn’t all that much but then again there is this “Poverty of Thought” that I have to overcome with pretty much everyone I know raised in the western world where the culture is all about money, money, money, me, me, me.

 

You see it wasn’t really “criminal fraud” that the Little King perpetrated against us and our many true friends who as you know most of whom were devout Muslims who again treasured the ground that not only our RM walked on but both of her parents as well as our dad and his father, the very great Israel Issy Gevisser.

 

Such “deeply troubled” friends only beginning to surface when I placed the one time ad in the South African Sunday “X” [sic], A Name From Here, You Can Trust Over There back in 1989, soon after I returned from visiting China for the first time; the “eye opening” trip plus the ad the “brainchild” of our RM who proved back then that she was not “bought and paid for” by the DAAC since we all know she wouldn’t have gone along with INTENTIONALLY putting me in “harms way” as the DeBeers-Anglo American Cartel reared their very dark “ugly head” in dispatching two members of the South African Secret Police aka BOSS based at the South African consulate’s office in Los Angeles to visit with me at my offices overlooking Santa Monica bay to remind me ONLY that our father, who was still living in South Africa, could be “dispensed with” if I didn’t “behave”, at a “moments notice” and when I asked, without “missing a beat”, bearing in mind I lived in South Africa for 1 week shy of 21 years, about our uncle DG, just the smile on these “rockspiders’” faces was enough for me to get the message to “back off” which of course I did, simply telling everyone including our RM that I didn’t get a “good response” and besides, Solly Krok who saw and “loved” the ad, had decided to hire me as his “replacement son” given the imbeciles he had raised.

 

I know perfectly well you are following along “BRILLIANTLY”, the same with our middle brother Melvin but I cannot say the same for our eldest brother Neil still very possibly with the umbilical cord attached to our RM, the same with Dad, Leizer as well as his eldest son Barry, but of course I will spell it all out leaving “no escape” for anyone including mom’s half-brother, former Durban City Council member and Deputy Mayor, Joe Ash.

 

Again look at the date, February 10th 1971 above the cartoon you see in the “Deputy Mayor” hyperlink and the first thing you will remember are these “tTOo” [sic] photos taken of us on New Years Eve 1970-1971 as we, that is you, our first cousin Karene Gevisser, mom and I celebrated at the Arosa Hotel in Arosa, Switzerland.

 

The next thing you will recall is the American Charles Engelhard, the co-inventor-conspirator of THE DIAMOND INVENTION finally “laid to rest” at St. Mary’s Abby church in Morris Town, New Jersey a few weeks later in March 1971, his murdered body being “respected” by none more infamous than Democrat Senator Ted Kennedy, Democrat President Lyndon Johnson and Democrat Vice President Humprey.

 

Next your mind will go to Chapter 18, THE AMERICAN CONSPIRACY of the DI and you will recall how extraordinarily vague is Hollywood blockbuster author Edward Jay Epstein when referring to CE’s death, simply mentioning that this richest and most powerful human being the world has ever known had, “NO MALE HEIRS” while placing no date on his murder while leaving the reader with the clear impression that whenever he died it would have been in a Jewish cemetery.

 

Not to mention how CRITICALLY IMPORTANT it was to make certain all 3 branches of the United States Government went ahead some 5 odd months later, August 15th 1971 in disbanding altogether with the Gold Standard, again something so very important that this investigative author and journalist for newspapers like the Wall Street Journal fails to mention while providing so much other EXTRAORDINARILY CONFUSING detail in the same chapter beginning with CE exporting gold “illegally” out of South Africa in the form of gold statues which of course was a “smoke screen” but not easily understood by all those suffering from “Poverty of Thought”, and ending with the mind-boggling, brain wave short-circuiting declaration coming out of Justice Department files, made public under the Freedom of Information Act, just another “smoke screen” of President elect John F. Kennedy meeting with CE’s murderer, Harry Oppenheimer at the Carlyle Hotel in Manhattan.

 

By the time the average “Poverty of Thought” stricken individual has managed to get their “arms around” this one extraordinary event that talks ONLY to the awesome “Money Power” of the DAAC the last thing they want to do is think.

 

Now think what Steven SPIelberg, Stephen Cohen of Codiam Inc., Alan Lipworth, Steven Cohen’s “disgruntled” former business partner and close relation of DG as well as DG as well as DG’s author son Mark Gevisser, the autobiographer of Thabo Mbeki including South Africa’s Prime Minister ARE NOW, THIS VERY MINUTE, thinking quietly to themselves besides for when the Feds will raid the offices of Codiam Inc. on 47th Street before or after a country like China tells the United States to “go to hell” and lets its currency backed by increasing tonnage of gold and extraordinary productivity “float on the free market”?

 

Did you just hear Dr. John K. Pollard fart who may have realized it is probably already too late to have nurtured friends in places like Peru verses farting around a place like heavily corrupt Del Mar thinking his academic credentials are impressive enough not to mention how incredibly boring when not thinking about getting laid 24/7 to be shorting the stock market?

 

The “criminal fraud” you and I and the rest of our siblings first became aware of while still in our teens was when the Little King decided after he done his “dirty deed” with Natie Kirsch, known back in the late 1960s as the “Maze King” of South Africa, to hand over to the very “filthy rich” Sternberg family of Durban an “asset”, a freight forwarding company that went by the name Greenberg and Wallis that was “pending” at the time of the “takeover” of The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies and an “asset” which in fact legally belonged to Natie Kirsch, the fraudulent buyer who was just the “front person” for the DAAC who bought Moshal Gevisser for SIGNIFICANLTY LESS than just what all the REMAINING properties were worth.

 

Bear in mind first, those extraordinarily valuable properties owned personally by our grandfather Issy Gevisser located in Haifa harbor had been secreted away by the Mossad and not “lost” as our RM so painfully protested to a “crooked Israeli lawyer” and second, ALL the many well located properties spread throughout Southern Africa were bought for cash and to have got appraised by say a Gerald Hackner and Alan Benn and their buddy Donny Gordon of Liberty Life, the list extending to every imbecile we know in the real estate “game” not to mention yet again DG’s close relations control today more than one third of Internet Gambling, would have taken “no time” were it not for the fact that EVERYONE including ALL the “movers and shakers” of the Jewish community were all in on the “crime of crimes” which was all about destroying our very good name that was so troublesome to the DAAC who had managed to co-opt-corrupt every single other “good name” not just in South Africa but throughout the world.

 

Go ahead, write down every name you know who could have “benefited” so “financially well” by making a more “realistic bid” not forgetting Dr. Jonathan “Trouble Bubble” Beare as well as our so trusted and internationally respected rabbi, Professor Abner Weiss.

 

Now relax your stomach muscles while remembering to stretch your toes when transitioning in to the bicycle maneuver.

 

Natie Kirsch, when OUR FATHER informed him of what the “Little King” had done, handing out just one more “favor” to “loyal friends” did exactly what anyone able to logically thought process would have done so long as they have larceny in their heart, which was to dismiss this crime altogether given how Kirsch knew that his “take” alone on this most awesome fraud was nothing short of a “kings ransom” and for him to be “gracious in victory” and say, “I don’t want to put an old man in jail” seems so laudable as well.

 

But of course the Wallis and Greenberg “side deal” was just one of many “sideshows” geared toward breaking our amazing father who in the end found his one and only true friend in Felix, a German who was most likely a member of the Hitler Youth Movement during the war.

 

But what about those of us who “knew better” beginning with the fact that “money is just a means of exchange”.

 

Mom, Leizer, Daphne, Dad, the board of directors of The Moshal Gevisser Group of Companies, the auditors and attorneys who reported to the Board of Directors that included our dad and grandfather Issy who was very much alive at the time, ALL KNEW just like DBG just like the Mossad, this “money business” was all one “big game”.

 

Just suggest like me to have Melvin print out TODAY while dad is still up in Los Angeles Chapter 12, THE CORPORATE UNDERGROUND of THE DIAMOND INVENTION and when he gets to this section below have him think back on why apart from Leizer producing his “mea culpa” after “decades” did he keep such important knowledge from our father who was so shocked that he like me almost collapsed to the ground.

 

You can still remember Dad, Leizer and I were in the tiny hallway where we could see any and all flickers of the eye and none of us blinked, not to forget that our “lucky” uncle DG and Zena are still very much alive BOTH OF THEM knowing PERFECTLY WELL why DG needed to tell our mother that he had received $6 million back in early 1971 upon the murder of Charles Engelhard by his partner Harry Oppenheimer who understood like all the “Money Power” people in the world back then, no different to today, that when it comes to “weapons of war” there is nothing more “convenient” than the DAAC’s Diamond Currency while the “riff raff” go about fighting amongst themselves over money, making you now just laugh although that is quite difficult when you are “sick to your stomach” when you hear a newscaster such as Leah Brandon putting on such a serious voice with the right intonation when talking about some dude, weighing 180 pounds, all muscle, 5 foot 11 inches, a 24 inch “dik” [sc] about 45 years of age wearing a dirty white t-shirt, brown hair, brown eyes walking in broad daylight and robbing a bank of $2700 and on the way out was so generous to tip the panhandler Dr. John K. Pollard: 

 

Aside from Oppenheimer, I also gained some insight into how he operated from his executives, whom he had treated as members of "one big family" as one of them put it. For example, Richard Wake-Walker, a young executive with the Diamond Trading Company in London, told me how he had been invited to Oppenheimer's game farm during weekends in South Africa. He recalled that Harry Oppenheimer would sit in his shirt sleeves on the terrace surrounded by various members of his family, executives of Anglo American and De Beers and a few friends. Everyone would drink beer. When an elephant or a rhinoceros would trudge up to the barrier in front of the terrace, a servant would throw a floodlight on it, and everyone would admire the wildlife.

 

Come visit.

 

Love,

 

Gary

 

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