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Conspiracy Nation -- Vol. 11 Num. 39
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("Quid coniuratio est?")
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BLINDED BY THE NORMAL BUT NOT IN A FORD
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By "The Anonymous Author"
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My grandfather Chris toiled in the cornfields of Nebraska as a
low paid farm hand in the early 1900s. A friend of his heard
about a job as a manager of a livery stable in a small town
called Pierce, Nebraska (population 2,000) and he immediately
applied and was hired. Chris never met the owner of the livery
stable because he was told the proprietor operated over 100
stables in the Midwest and West. My grandfather only
communicated with a regional manager.
I spent all my summer vacations as a child in Pierce and listened
to my grandfather's history of how he became a Ford Dealer. One
day while working as the manager of the livery stable two black
Ford Model T cars were delivered without his previous knowledge.
My grandfather was told by the regional manager to sell the cars
and his commission would be $25.00. Chris not only sold the two
Model T's but also took orders for 10 additional cars. About a
month later a wagon was sent to the livery stable to remove all
the horse related equipment and then five more cars were
delivered.
To my grandfather's amazement he was offered a dealership
agreement allowing him to be basically self-employed. Profits
from his Ford Dealership allowed him to buy land and Chris has
the distinction of earning, losing (The Depression years) and
earning again over a million dollars. My grandfather did not
have a show room full of cars but he would keep a filing system
in his head of farmers who bought cars and trucks from him. When
a farmer had owned a car for three years my grandfather would
drive out to the farm with a new car or truck and sell them a new
car on their property. Chris would then sell the trade-in cars
to persons in the city or on farms that had financial problems.
My grandfather sold cars in this manner with the filing system in
head for over 55 years.
In the late 1940s a know-it-all Ford manager came into town and
insisted that Chris receive 15 cars that month. My grandfather
had no place to store the cars because he had no show room and
this really confounded the "hot-whiz-kid" city slicker Ford
manager. The manager and Chris went to a bar that was owned by
my grandfather. After belting a few beers the 61-year-old Chris
made a final ditch try not to take the 15 cars by challenging the
young 20 something manager to a foot race to the dealership
office - about 150 yards down the main street of town. If my
grandfather won he did not have to take the 15 cars that month.
Most of the town showed up for the race and after my grandfather
beat the tubby snit by 2 lengths he said to the manager - "Lee
Iaococa" (the father of the Ford Mustang and former CEO of
Chrysler) "I'm not taking those cars this month."
The Ford Dealership provided Chris a fantastic life but when he
died he still did not know how nor why he became a Ford Dealer.
His grandson (me) discovered the how and why through a weird set
of circumstances.
Jesse James III related to the mutual friend of Linda Goodman and
me the business relationship of Jesse James and Henry Ford. [1]
When the mutual friend was half-way through telling me this piece
of history, I was absolutely astounded and almost began to cry
and laugh because I heard a piece of this story all of my
childhood and all the questions that puzzled my grandfather to
his grave were being answered.
Henry Ford was driven out of business once by bankers who
insisted on naming a board of directors to oversee the growing
auto giant but Ford refused to give into their demands. Ford was
operating his second enterprise and the bankers still wanted
control but he did not budge. Therefore, Ford found himself with
all his loans called in, no capital to pay costs and wages. Ford
had some stock of cars but no capital to market the vehicles.
Jesse heard through the grapevine of Henry's problem and proposed
a meeting in Eastern Nebraska. Jesse was the silent owner of my
grandfather's livery stable and hundreds more.
Mr. James requested that Mr. Ford deliver two Model T's to each
of his livery stables and the sales would give him the needed
capital to survive the strangle hold of the bankers. The scheme
worked far better than expected. However, after World War II
enough pressure was placed on Ford by various government
agencies, bankers and politicians that Ford's sons and/or the
company basically turned control of the Ford Motor Company over
to Robert McNamara (former Secretary of Defense and President of
the World Bank and member of the Trilateral Commission) and his
successors.
During the past 250 years members of the human race can go with
the flow of society's expectations or break from normal
educational, religious, 8 to 5 routine. Jesse James, Henry Ford,
Linda Goodman, and my grandfather Chris broke from the routine.
Last year I attended a three day 25 year high school reunion.
During the last day numerous persons stated to me that if we
lined up 20 persons to tell their life experiences, I have lived
and done more than those 20 persons combined. I obviously also
broke from the routine.
When pigs, cows or horses are allowed to roam free on the range
without any restrictions by humans, their meat is too tough to
eat by humans and their intelligence based upon their experiences
on the range make catching them very difficult. How can a
domesticated pig, cow or horse relate to a free wide ranging
animal of the same species?
How can a domesticated human that has grown up in the suburbs,
attended regular church, did the normal education routine, and
who works 8 to 5 and is brainwashed by television, relate or
believe that Jesse James saved Henry Ford's ass by selling two
Model T's in each of his livery stables or that the opium hound
Mary Todd popped her hero, icon hubby with her pearl handled
derringer? For me the fantastic Jesse James biography detailed
by Del Schrader is reality because I have LIVED the fantastic.
Those who have not lived or been exposed to the fantastic believe
the fantastic only exists on Hollywood production sets. We live
in the most interesting, fantastic and compelling times yet most
persons are experiencing this era asleep with their eyes wide
open.
If you have lived and cherished the normal routine be prepared
for the reality of lives of persons who do not accept the normal
routine. Some persons find the book detailing the life of Jesse
James by Del Schrader impossible and unbelievable. The book is
impossible and unbelievable for persons blinded by the normal
routine and perspective - will that change if you buy a Ford?
Probably not.
If you feel and think the James / Ford realities are hard to
swallow by domesticated and brainwashed humans, wait till they
get a load of the saga involving Jesse James, Howard Hughes Sr.
(88) and his son's Howard, Robard, Charles and David (yes count
them - that's one, two, three, four). There is more because all
of the brothers HAD to become one public yet shadow "88
Jr".........
The Anonymous Author
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[1] From *Jesse James Was One Of His Names* by Del Schrader, with
Jesse James III. Arcadia, California: Santa Anita Press, 1975.
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 74-33962:
Old Jesse [James] was one of Henry Ford's original backers
and many of Jesse's livery stables became early Ford
automobile dealerships. Jesse III [grandson of Jesse
James] says, "On at least two occasions I was present when
Grandpa and the auto magnate got together in the 1920s.
Jesse III particularly recalls the 1928 meeting. "It took
place in Plattsmouth, Nebraska, at the cafe and hotel owned
by Albert Brown. Grandpa always called Mr. Ford "Henry"
and Mr. Ford always called him "Colonel" or "Jesse." Yes,
Henry Ford knew Grandpa was Jesse James and never let the
cat out of the bag. The automaker complained that his wife
didn't like the idea of him "hobnobbing with outlaws" so
Jesse James became Jack Halbrook to Mr. Ford.
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