My name is James MacRyland Crary, you know me from school as deaf, the son of Ryland Wesley Crary, author of Humanizing the School. This letter is to establish a brief where help would be welcome on the understanding that I won't persist if there is no reply. I worked at Falk Medical Library in 1984, which is also the first four numbers of my Social Security card, a fact I inquired at the FBI about, due to the strange circumstances. The Administration at "PITT" wrote Reagan's FEMA constitution (Wesley Posvar).
It is known that I have had some troubles in the past due to my declaration of absolute certainty that AIDS was an attack. I am writing this brief for two reasons, to show you with finality why I am so sure, and to put my term, near complete, as a student into form for assessment by valued mentors. There is nothing I have ever learned to do which enables me to counter the cut off switch that should be obvious since almost no one knows what I have found and I have been working to communicate by Progress Reports for over twenty years.
I'll give you a good example, and leave it up in the air from there. The letters that testify to the plan, written to me from Woods Hole and Israel in the 70's are signed Gail Carolyn Burstyn. If you regard that as a homophone you see a point of departure: gail ie. gay illness, carolyn, ie. Xmas caroling, burstyn, bombs bursting. It is unmistakably a reference to Christian Armageddon-ism. The cut off switch that plays there is the opposite of what should. What should is the next question, that's very strange, is there more? The point is that there are literally thousands of facts about this script and the person who signed that nom de guerre that I have worked extremely hard for years to secure and document by primary sources of a sort Dr. Duchin is very shrewd with. However, for a set of reasons which are absurd, the cut off switch throws in, saying if that's your idea of evidence, just give it up. There is a union culture who have manipulated the situation to the advantage of the attackers while making it appear to be in the benefit of the victims. Her script is very clear that they represent a Japanese Pornography company who used a C in a Star of David for their logo. They kidnapped and gassed me as a child (see image of their company alongside a picture taken of me in the aftermath).
In closing, today we discussed HIV transmission affecting students. Students should introduce their partners to their personal care physicians before becoming lovers, get them checked out and approved by a family doctor. I know that the situation erupted during a boom period when stigma was rife. The psychological dimension to me is shattering because it didn't have to happen. The attackers were in charge and normalized the problem after purposefully stirring the flames. The politics were ego-logical and beneath contempt. Hazing in this matter is extremely bitter to me, because Gail Burstyn of Bryn Mawr is a ringleader of that mission. Refusal to address this nightmare is the problem, the dissembling roundabout manner of pretending to be doing something meaningful isn't real address. There has been feuding as a cloak and dagger show, based on Yojimbo (fake feud) and Moxyland (manipulated rebellion). I know too much.
Accordingly, driven by duty to my peers, I returned to school after 12 years in trauma care, doing this work, but mostly just staring into space. A lot of intellectuals in Seattle wanted me de-victimized and so they wouldn't allow representation of the fact that I was deafened as an anti-humanist commentary, which is literal in symbolic intent on the levels you would arrive to and be able to define by reflection with your sharp minds easily (f.e. the silent scream).
I have no one to really show the work to, but Prof. Adams was so good as to teach me storage methods that can be accessed by others. I look forward to my term as a student for the remainder of 2019 when I will graduate and focus my new skills and knowledge on the severe task of making this known or at least knowable, to those who have the right to know about it, meaning Our Commonwealth, despite the overwhelming resistance to common sense. My apartment is a huge library of material evidence and affidavits. I'm not perfect at any of this, but I know what evidence means.
