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Random Jottings 8.5 Watergate Redux Random Jottings 8.5, Watergate Redux is an irregularly published amateur magazine. It is available in printed form directly from Timespinner Press or through Amazon.com; a free PDF version is available at http://efanzines.com/RandomJottings/. It is also available for “the usual”: contributions of art or written material, letters of comment, attendance at Corflu 31, or editorial whim. Letters of comment or other inquiries to Michael Dobson, 8042 Park Overlook Drive, Bethesda, Maryland 20817-2724, [email protected]. Copyright © 2014 Timespinner Press on behalf of the individual contributors. This issue was originally contained in the print edition of Random Jottings 9. For reasons of file size, I’ve broken this section off as a separate issue. The print edition, perfect bound with wraparound color cover, was published by CreateSpace and is available on Amazon for $9.95 retail, though they’re discounting it to $8.96, at least at the time of writing. http://www.amazon.com/dp/ 1499134088/. This issue also contains the letter column on Random Jottings 8, which kind of works. Artwork is by Steve Stiles except for pages 3 and 26, which are by Alexis Gilliland. Photos and memorabilia are from Earl Kemp or Wikimedia Commons. What Would Nixon Do? Finally, my neighbor Mark Hill sent me a link RANDOM JOTTINGS 8 WAS the “Watergate to a Smithsonian Magazine story containing Considered as an Org Chart of Semi-Precious Richard Nixon’s FBI application, which I’ve Stones” issue, an anthology of various essays, reprinted here. The full story is at http:// comic book scripts, and other stuff about the tinyurl.com/NixonFBI. Watergate scandal. The letter column, which is all about the Two letters of comment were of note. The first Watergate issue, completes the section. one I almost missed, because it was caught in my Random Jottings 8 also saw life as a book: junk mail folder. It was sent from “earl,” with a Watergate Considered as an Org Chart of Semi- subject line reading “Number 8.” Precious Stones, a title I love but which is “Michael, there is no escape for you. See incomprehensible to anyone outside the science what you caused. You should be ashamed of fiction. I’m planning a re-do that incorporates yourself. Please don't stop.” these new pieces, with the working title What There was an attachment labeled Would Nixon Do? “Dickless.doc.” I didn’t click on it immediately, There’s room for more material, in case but there was something about the message that you’ve got something to say about Watergate didn’t seem completely spammy. I took a closer yourself. look at the address and realized it was from Earl Kemp! Perhaps foolishly, I decided the attachment was probably safe and opened it to find his own Watergate story, “Dickless in San Clemente,” Ω which begins on the next page. The second came from Alice Sanvito, who noticed a curious omission. “Do you remember Martha Mitchell, John Mitchell’s wife? Wasn’t she blowing the whistle on these guys, too? Calling the press, telling them stuff? They made her out to be a crazy woman and carted her off to a mental hospital. I think, in the end, she turned out to be right. They did her wrong. How could I have forgotten? That omission is repaired in the essay following Earl’s, “Are You There, Post? It’s Me, Martha.” 3 SOMETHING UNACCEPTABLE has been California, Mexico. Only that walk is all uphill happening to my mail recently. Things that I have and all very negative, and unbelievably insulting. been told to expect just never arrive. I kept going And, because there is a much larger demand for a to the post office regularly, looking for those very U.S. post office box than the U.S. provides, there items but, time after time, there has been no “pick are a number of Mexican owned and managed up parcel at counter” notice in my mail box. And, sub post offices with boxes available for rent. It is just reaching that mail box is a bit of a struggle… there, under the Mexican handling, where my it involves encounters with the feds…the snarling parcels began stacking up. ones intent upon filtering out all the criminal There was one package I was particularly types trying desperately to enter the land of the anxious to get my hands on, that’s why I kept free and the home of the brave. For that reason I going back to my mail box week after week…all try to limit my time running that gauntlet. I force those trips without success. Finally, in myself to do it at least every week and a half. desperation, I approached the man behind the The U.S. post office is roughly three blocks counter and asked him if he would please check from the Mexican post office in the contiguous, and see if there was a package hidden in the back cross-border city of Tecate, CA, and Tecate, Baja room somewhere directed toward me. And he went to look, and he found FIVE parcels just 4 languishing there, gathering dust, for an unknown Damn you, Dobson…you’re making me period of time, including the one I was most remember, rework, reword all those thrilling days anxious to locate, and not one of them had a and nights with just me and Dickless, doing “pick up parcel at counter” notice placed into my battle, doing good, doing bad. Wasting time, mail box. remassaging the ancient wounds. Pissed off hardly describes my reaction. * * * * * * In 1959 I was a reasonably well known Included among those five parcels, delayed science fiction fan, collector, bibliophile, pain-in- for an unknown length of time, a copy of Michael the-ass wannabe something significant. By that Dobson’s fantastic Random Jottings 8 had also time I thought I knew absolutely every single resided there, ignored and lonely. person of any consequences involved with science fiction, and they knew me. But, at my No more. I had it in my hand, and I looked at core, I was really Mr. Moral the Wussy Man. My it and saw, glaring at me, the ugliest thing there dysfunctional background, lack of family input, ever was, the lying crook and major criminal, the etc. had not prepared me for life anywhere, much dickless wonder, Milhous Nixon. less in Chicago where absolutely everything I My hero. The man who loved me more than encountered was radically contrary to everything I any other. had ever known before. I was a stand-out outsider I could hardly wait to read Dobson’s to everything going on around me. thoughtful, considerate, well-researched prose. Most of my friends smoked weed and did Doing so, unfortunately, brought back to other drugs, and offered them to me, and urged mind many truly horrible memories, things I had me to join them in…in what?...I never knew then. fought long and hard just to try to forget, mostly It was nearly a decade later before I lost my unsuccessfully. virginity and did the down and dirty…smoking * * * Earl Kemp 5 my first hit of marijuana. That virginity thing was It took me almost three years to begin to also a problem. The fact that I was married and recognize them as the unconscionable criminals a had children didn’t cut any ice. I would no more very large portion of them were in actuality. And, violate my imaginary moral restrictions than I the higher the ranking, especially into the federal would smoke that first joint. levels, the bigger criminals they were. And all around me, everyone I knew, Something happened to me that was beyond certainly my closest friends, were living normal my control. I began objecting violently (but only lives, loving at will, smoking them when they had inwardly) to them and, especially, to their illegal them, sharing themselves with others. It was really activities. One alone against the masses. One difficult for me to maintain most of anything while alone to correct the wrongs. One alone to save trying to convince myself that I was fitting in humanity. One alone to guarantee the future. rather nicely, doing the things my contemporaries My goodness, what a fucked-up mess I was were doing. But not. turning into. And, high on my list of absolutes was the * * * certain knowledge that the law-enforcement community existed only to protect me, and that All this, my world, changed abruptly when Ajay Budrys persuaded me to join William they were all honorable people devoted to the truth and justice. I, obviously, had a lot to learn. Hamling’s publishing combine in Evanston, 6 Illinois. It changed because for the first time I had And the feds began coming from every within my grasp far too much directly personal direction, uncoordinated, each seemingly acting knowledge of just how criminal those federal alone, and each more determined to rid the world fuckers were in the period of Mary’s reign over of “our kind” personally, with or without Mary law in the land. When the great fag John Edgar Hoover’s permission or desire. They broke every Hoover was running his personal pension rule in the law books, but they were law- compiling organization, assisted by his lifetime enforcement, they couldn’t be expected to, partner and bedmate, his lovely private dick, themselves, do anything as gross as obeying laws. Clyde Tolson. For Hoover there was no such thing They would walk into the office in the middle of as law and order.