During the '60s a lot of energy was put into
the notion that one lived HERE in the NOW or someone else's impression
of the NOW. There used to be a big San Francisco poster with nothing
but a black background with the giant word IS in white. NOW IS NOW.
They didn't know how much they were asking.
It is impossible to actually live in the NOW; no one can do it. Rather
the past is a drag on NOW preventing a full involvement with the present.
The period of time it takes to digest the previous NOW and update to an
approximate notion of the current NOW is excruciatingly slow. The
sharper the break between the past and present the more traumatic the reaction.
In the song Living On Tulsa Time the
singer, no matter what time zone he is in, sets his watch to Central Tulsa
I know where that one is at. One of the
shattering breaks with the past was when I went active in the navy in '56.
Sent from Eastern Standard to Pacific Standard I kept my watch set to Eastern
Standard time nearly the whole three years of my enlistment. I only
switched to PST in 1959 when I accepted the fact that I would never return
East; that California was my new home.
Brought into contact with a new NOW I was still
not ready for the present. I continued to dress as we did in '56
well into the sixties. Got hard to find some new duds. I only
ceased dressing that way when I became a Hippie in '66 and adopted fantastic
Hippy garb. I was an urban spaceman:
I'm the Urban Spaceman
I've got speed
I've got everything I need.
I don't feel pleasure,
I don't feel pain
If you were to knock me down
I'd just get up again.
I wake up every morning with a smile upon my face
My natural exuberance spills out all over the place.
~ Neil Innes
I was really NOW there for just a little while
but I wasn't alone, as Bob Dylan said, everytime I looked back the past
was just behind. When the Hippie era ended I reverted to a modified
1956 style. The past came back again. All those screaming about
living in the NOW in '67-'69 are still back there claiming they're still
living in the NOW but time has passed them by. I didn't wait around,
baby, I slid out into limbo and I'm doing fine now, thank you.
Thus when ERB began writing in 1911 he was
not so much concerned with his NOW as he was in vindicating his past from
1896 to 1905. His reality in those early novels from 1911 to 1915
continue to reflect his earlier travails. Thus in the group of novels
embraced by 'The Girl From Farris's' he is trying to vindicate his
past to his present.
After nineteen-fifteen he was released from
his past to a large extent and began to concentrate on adjusting to the
NOW of his altered circumstances. Change is NOW and ERB was going
through a lot of ch-ch-changes. His nerves were jangling as he was jerked
from time frame to time frame but he didn't enter the Promised Land of
NOW. Oh Lord, he might have prayed, if he could have seen the future
- Deliver me from NOW.
Ten years after and a world of different NOWs
the Mucker far in a distant past that had disappeared behind a cloud where
he couldn't see he tackled almost the identical theme in a different world,
a fast moving world, a world where NOW was unrecognizable it was so strange.
The political situation he had grown up with was
no longer recognizable , it had been replaced by a new reality. He
was almost living by two different clocks in some strange Einsteinian time
zone where the guide posts had been removed and renamed and everything
was relative to another reality that couldn't be recognized by any clock
Living on Tulsa time in another time zone.
There I was in ERB's sunny Southland with my watch running three hours
ahead of everyone else's. It didn't matter, I was on the water where
time stands still for everyone. The crisis came in '58 when I stepped
back on land to journey through the time zones back to Eastern Standard
Time. I was all alone out there, you know, cut off from a past I
was soon to learn couldn't be retrieved. Wolfe was right. You
can never go home again. The only secure place, as dangerous as that
was, was my ship. My terminal place was also a relatively secure
harbor but I was stuck in the middle for six days between the time zones
in which I had no place and no identity except the tenuous one of my leave
papers. A queer cop threw them into the wind and let those blow away
in Illinois. After that I was naked in the universe. I've hated
cops ever since.
I wouldn't recommend hitchhiking to anyone.
My life was on the line for twenty-five hundred miles and six days.
Twenty-five hundred miles and six days on the road without food or sleep.
I'd add without drink but in a gas station in Gary I downed six seven ounce
bottles of Coca-Cola in a row. Created a minor sensation.
After surviving a lunatic who picked me up
at the western edge of the Mojave who wanted to kill me because he was
convinced I had two hundred dollars on me, which by a strange coincidence
I had, I was picked up Mountain Standard in the Panhandle of Texas by a
couple homosexuals who wanted a different treasure I possessed and dropped
off Central Time in Tulsa. My watch was only one hour ahead by then.
I was getting close to some kind of NOW or was I? No. Time
is much more relative than that. I was soon to be living a strange
combination of NOW and THEN.
Tulsa was a tough town. I don't need
to see Tulsa again. I wasn't living on Tulsa time, I was an hour
ahead which couldn't have been better. I had to walk through Tulsa,
hungry and thirsty. I spied a place across this great expanse of
grass between it and the freeway. As I approached the place began
to glitter. Fancy, but I could see a coffee shop at the top of a
long flight of stairs to the left. I didn't want to spend money so
I thought I'd just get a glass of water.
Oh Dan, can you see
That great green tree
Where the water's running free
Just waiting there for and me.
But between me and the water was this big cowboy
in high heeled boots, a tuxedo and a ten gallon hat. Fancy goings
on as I noticed the ladies entering to the right in ball gowns escorted
by tuxedos. I came prepared, or thought I did. I was in my
dress blues and my Uncle Sam told me I should never be ashamed of my uniform,
it could pass for a tuxedo anywhere. Anywhere but Tulsa. That
cowboy had never heard the legend.
I was bold but the problem was he had the advantage
being on the landing at the top of the stairs and I had to climb the stairs
to get past him.He had his fist doubled and these high heeled boots with
those silver plates on the toes. That was a mean looking combination.
I had a lot further to fall than he did. Get my uniform messed up
and things. Then where would I be? Whew! Why does one have
to face tough choices?
I'm getting a drink of water, I said, trying
to combine toughness with masculine geniality a la cowboy.
Not here you ain't. He said, making
a move to kick me down the stairs.
Hey buddy, this is a tuxedo I'm wearing.
His reply was not one of which my Uncle Sam
I left Tulsa still thirsty not liking cowboys
any better than I liked cops. NOW has its perils.
A day or so later I was still in Central Time
Tulsa was a tough place and the rest of Oklahoma was no California.
I was heading North which kept me in the same time zone. Then I made
the mistake of crossing the Mississippi into East St. Louis. After
just a couple minutes I really liked Tulsa. Wished I was back there.
I don't know what evil forces made me want
to hitchhike across country but I was within a hair's breadth of being
sliced and diced on the streets of East St. Louis. Would have tossed
me in the river as so much driftwood. Three Black guys with switch
blades in their hand kept inching toward me while I kept inching closer
to the middle of the road.
That morning some guy got in his car for a
pleasant drive to Louisville. He decided to go through East St. Louis
for some mysterious but critical reason. He arrived in East St. Louis
just as these three knives were deciding to make their move. This
guy sized up the situation from a couple blocks away, slammed on his brakes
throwing open the passenger door at the same time shouting Get In, for
god's sake get in. Novel experience for a hitchhiker. I wasn't
sure I wanted to rush because if I made a break for it those three knives
might move faster than I could. I hopped in casually casting a smiling
glance over my shoulder. The driver peeled out of there nearly separating
a hand from the wrist on the door handle. I was saved from that particular
NOW and END but I was on the road to Louisville which was still a far cry
from Eastern Standard which was the time zone I so ardently desired.
It took me another day or so as I had a lot
North to make up but I did get into Eastern Standard. Now my watch
matched the time zone but there was mismatch between the present and the
past. Rather there were two different presents and pasts going on
at the same time. Mine and theirs. I don't think Einstein is
right but well, maybe, time wasn't that relative but the uses they and
I were making of past and present sure were.
That's where memory comes in which makes time
and space so relative. I had been absent for two years and what I
had been experiencing was much different than what they had been experiencing.
They had been actually living Eastern Standard while I had only been pretending.
I knew I was out of time. For me time had been rapidly changing but
them time had more or less stood still or, rather, traveled in a straight
line. To me they were still living in the past. Oh, they had
aged a couple years but their trajectory was different and slower.
Relatively they had stood still while I had rocketed away.
It was as though I had been a gamma cloud burped
from some collapsed star in some galaxy a billion light years away.
As is known, once set in motion an object will travel in a straight line
at the same speed unless some other agent interferes with it. It
was as though I had been careening through space ripping apart the fabric
of space and time or disregarding it completely, at any rate completely
unaffected by this fabric which apparently has no tensile strength, there
was no gravity of any force that could deflect my course in a curve while
if space is curved I was traveling so fast I burst right over those curves.
Who knows how many black holes I passed over
without being drawn into the vortex; who knows how many puny suns I swept
across without having one atom deflected by the puny gravitational pull;
who knows how many planets I depopulated. One billion light years
and running, my speed and trajectory were the same as when I was emitted
from that distant star.
Now, as though by some miracle here I was back
where I began but in two different time zones at one time. Theirs
and mine. Obviously I must have passed through a worm hole or fallen
into a memory hole. We stared at each blankly unable to comprehend
each other. They thought I had become weird because they had stood
still while I had been careening through time and space in timezones they
would never know.
I smiled and got on a bus, enough of the adventure
of hitchhiking. On the way back to Pacific Standard I abandoned Eastern
Standard adjusting my watch as I passed through Central Standard and Mountain
Standard. I was not exactly living in the NOW but I was in the correct
Minor but vital adjustment.
So, when ERB more or less caught up with himself
in 1914-15 he was no longer living on Tulsa time. He was trying to
adjust his watch to his current timezone.
But as he was careening through space and time,
space and time was moving at an even more frantic pace so it was very difficult
for him to get his bearings.
Science was changing his world at a rate
faster than the mind could follow. Events in the far off Detroit
that he had known and loved as a young fellow were going to affect his
life just a few years hence. In 1914 Henry Ford shocked the industrial,
moral and social world by 'unilaterally' doubling the wage for unskilled
This was a violation of 'natural law' which
is to say religious sensibilities in this case. At the time a natural
law of labor was believed and incorporated into religion. The law
was that if only one man can do the job he can command the price.
Skilled labor can demand more than unskilled labor but when anyone can
do the job as in unskilled labor they will have to take what is offered.
Thus Ford pitted science against serious religious beliefs.
At about his time a Judge in a labor dispute
asked the strikers if they didn't know they were going against God's will
This was at the time when the Liberal Coalition
was forming and there were strangers in the land, to use John Higham's
expression, who believed they truly represented God's Will. There
is no greater enemy to God's Will on earth than Science and the Scientific
Consciousness. If you recall the so-called Christian Scientists reject
scientific medical cures preferring to depend on the Will of God.
Apparently it has never occurred to them that a case of a ruptured
appendix means God's Will is death while a simple operation means life.
Nevertheless Ford upset the natural or religious
order of things and had to be stopped. Ford himself believed he had
discovered a universal law in mass production so that he was actually a
prophet of his own new religion. Believing himself in the possession
of the truth he acted accordingly seeking to apply his method to each and
every problem. Thus when the Great War began it was deemed possible
to negotiate with the participants on a national level to get them to cease
hostilities. Ford believed he could do it. The Strangers In
The Land who were living on Babylon Time saw their opportunity to pit their
religion against Ford's science and they took it. The Man of Science
was in their pocket. They convinced Ford to take a horde of well
meaning but naive people to Germany for a confab with the Kaiser.
Ford fell for it. This was the famous Peace Ship episode which shredded
Ford's reputation two short years after had made it.
Ford always maintained that after the ship was at
sea the Strangers revealed themselves telling him that only they could
change the course of the war. When he returned home he found the
Strangers in charge of the War Industries Board and they and the Wilson
Administration were telling him how to run his business.
Babylon Time had met the Twentieth Century
and found it could make the clock run.
Ford with his universal panacea was not the
kind of man to take this sort of thing lying down. Ford Motor Co.
had as much cash laying around as Bill Gates and Microsoft does today.
Ford put his money to use. These are complex times so I am going
to edit out all information that doesn't pertain to my story.
Ford believed in his method. By applying
it properly he saw no reason why he couldn't solve the age old problem
of the Jews here and now. He thought reason would work, poor man,
so he bought himself a library of Jewish studies, put his man Bill Cameron
on the job to study the library and edit his newspaper- the Dearborn Independent
that he bought to disseminate his reasonable solution. He made the
Dearborn Independent a national newspaper, perhaps the first of its kind.
He even had a distribution system handy. He made all his Ford dealers
distribute the papers, even out in Hollywood, California.
The Independent made such a noise that the
paper couldn't be given the silent treatment.
The Independent appealed to a very large number
of people although Liberal historians have given the impression the paper
went unread. The paper didn't go unread. Out in Hollywood a
man named Edgar Rice Burroughs apparently read the paper assiduously.
As, why not, even if you don't agree with the premise of a movie like the
Passion Of the Christ that doesn't mean you don't go see. I used
to read the Christian Science Monitor and I've never been a Christian Scientist.
A lot of people did go see the Passion making it one of the most
lucrative films in history and a lot of people read the Dearborn Independent.
Each week the paper issued a new article exposing
the true nature of the 'Jewish Problem.' The articles were well researched,
reasonable and accurate but as they criticized a religion, no religion
will stand any criticism if they can help it, they were necessarily labeled
heretical, infidelic, bigoted, anti-Semitist. In this case you can
check anti-Semitist. From this particular religion's viewpoint they
were anti-Semitic but from a reasonable scientific viewpoint they weren't
The Jewish reaction was strong and violent.
As a member of the Liberal Coalition they called in their allies who branded
Ford an anti-Semite and ostracized him. Then Ford was out there all
alone. A major campaign of vilification and defamation was conducted.
All the hypnopaedic media were called into play against Ford. William
Fox, the Fox part of the later Twentieth Century Fox, used his Movietone
News shorts to portray every Ford that was in an accident as at fault and
unsafe. Now that's defamation. By 1924 it was clear that Ford
could use some allies.
Enter Edgar Rice Burroughs and Marcia Of
As we know Marcia was never published so ERB's
aid was hypothetical. A reasonable question is what evidence do I
have for ERB's intent. I offer Marcia Of The Doorstep as my evidence
and certain articles from the Dearborn Independent. As I've said
before ERB in Marcia exhibits a seemingly involved knowledge of the theatre.
I have been puzzled as to where he got it.
I think I may have his source. The original Ford articles were
issued weekly beginning in 1920-21 later being collected into a series
of four volumes entitled 'The International Jew'. What I am dealing
with here is literature and history. I have no concern in the nature
of the Ford articles. My only interest is what Ford and Burroughs
understood and how they expressed it. Leave it at that.
Like Burroughs believed, or as Burroughs understood
Ford there are two types of Jews. The ordinary Jew who goes about
his business and the international Jew who is causing all the mischief.
Thus the title excludes the mass of ordinary Jews and refers only to the
International trouble makers. For Burroughs there was the 'type' of Max
Heimer corresponding the the International Jew an d the type of Judge Berlanger
representing the ordinary or 'Good Jew'.
In Volume II there is a series of four articles
on the American Theatre.
The books themselves have long since been stolen
from the libraries and destroyed in an informal kind of censorship but
due to the wonders of modern technology they're available on the internet.
The relevant Theater chapters can be found at the sites listed below.
28 ~ No.
29 ~ No.
31 ~ No.
The first is entitled Jewish Control of the
American Theater of 1//1/21; the second: The Rise of the First Jewish Theatrical
Trus t of 1/8/21; the third: Jewish Aspect of the Movie Problem; and the
fourth Jewish supremacy In the Motion Picture World of 2/19/21. I
believe all the necessary theatrical information is contained in these
34 ~ No.
35 ~ No.
As you may remember ERB was sent a copy of
the Jewish Bill Of Rights in 1919 and demanded that he endorse them.
Thus there are an additional three articles from Vol. II which may
be applicable. They are found at:
While the last threee above do not reflect
on Marica to a great degree they will provide a better background to ERB's
thinking on the issues as he must have studied them carefully.
It is very probable that ERB coded information
into the novel to let Ford know this one was for him. For instance
Clara Sackett was probably named after Clara Ford. Could be coincidental
but the engineer of the Lady X was named Sorenson while Ford's Chief Engineer
was Charles Sorenson. Given ERB's obvious connection to the Dearborn
Independent which Ford would easily have recognized I think the references
While on this topic I would also like to point
out that when the ban on Tarzan movies was broken in 1926 it was done by
that arch 'anti-Semite' Joseph Kennedy at FBO Studies. FBO was a
little later bought by David Sarnoff of RCA who formed RKO. Radio-Keith
Orpheum thus editing Kennedy and FBO out of the pictures.
Also if you want a lively account of these proceedings check out Upton
Sinclair's self-published Upton Sinclair Presents William Fox. Sinclair's
is a nice first person I Was There type thing plus when William Fox was
driven out of the movies, this is really exciting stuff, he went to Sinclair
with his story. So Sinclair not only lives through this from a distance
but is told part of the story first hand. I just love this stuff.
I am not particularly concerned here with whether
the Dearborn Independent articles are true and accurate but my concern
is that Burroughs read them, believed them and acted on them. Bearing
in mind his contact with the AJC he had no reason to disbelieve the articles.
In the first article 'Jewish Control of the
American Theater; after an introduction that relates Jewish activities
in Russia to Jewish activities in the United States a general statement
on the theatre is made:
The Theater has long been a part
of the Jewish program for guidance of the public taste (hypnopaedic media)
and influencing the public mind....it is the instant ally night by night,
week by week of any idea which the 'power behind the scenes' wishes to
put forth. It is not be accident that in Russia, where they now have
scarcely anything else, they still have the Theater, especially revived,
stimulated and supported by Jewish-Bolshevists because they believe in
the Theater just as they believe in the Press; it is one of the two great
means of molding popular opinion.
Cameron should have mentioned movies and
song publishing and he would have had the major elements of hypnopaedic
conditioning so brilliantly illustrated by Aldous Huxley in his Brave New
As we all know Burroughs was opposed to the
Bolsheviks; he undoubtedly believed as did any knowledgeable observer that
the Bolsheviks were predominantly Jewish. We may believe that he
is endorses the premises of these articles.
Farther down (a shortcoming of the internet
is that there are no page numbers) the article says:
Down to 1885 the American Theater was
in the hands of Gentiles. From 1885 dates the first invasion of Jewish
influences. It meant the parting of the ways, and the future historian
of the American stage will describe that year with the word "Ichabod."
Second paragraph below:
About the time that Jewish control appeared,
Sheridan, Sothern, McCollough, Madame Januschek, Mary Anderson, Frank Mayo,
John T. Raymond began to pass off the stage.
All that remained after
the Hebrew hand fell across the stage were a few artists who had received
their training under the Gentile school- Julia Marlowe, Tyrone Power, R.D.
McLean and a little later Richard Mansfield, Robert Martell. Two
of this group remain, and with Maude Adams they constitute the last flashings
of an era that has gone- an era that apparently leaves no great exemplars
to perpetuate it.
There you have the premise of ERB and enough history
to flesh out in fiction. The old school has gone. ERB then
names several players as here. The last surviving exemplar of this
tradition is Mark Sackett. But, even for Mark there are no worthy
plays to perform in. As a member of Abe Finkel's troupe he condescends
to perform in problem plays and the new sex comedy.
The article continues:
"Shakespeare spells ruin," was the utterance
of the Jewish manager. "High brow stuff" is also a Jewish expression.
These two sayings, one appealing to the managerial end, the other to the
public end of the Theater, have formed the epitaph of the classic era.
So there you have the complete story of Mark Sackett.
He was the last of the breed, a fine old Gentile
actor of the old school of pre-1885. Corrupted by the Jewish influence
on the theatre he accepts demeaning roles.
When he comes into money he tells Max Heimer
that he is going to perform Shakespeare. Max takes the position that
'Shakespeare spells ruin' arguing for a Ziegfeld Follies type show, a problem
play or a sex comedy which he feels is a surer hope of success than the
'high brow' stuff. Straight from the Dearborn Independent.
rage is for extravaganza and burlesque.'
In this manner was laid the foundation
of the latter day Theatrical Trust. The booking firm was that of
Klaw and Erlanger, the former a young Jew from Kentucky who had studied
law, but drifted into theatrical life as an agent; the latter a young Jew
from Cleveland with little education but with experience as an advance
Thus Abe Finkel is probably the Klaw of Klaw and
Erlanger. It may be coincidence but Judge B-erlanger is Erlanger
prefaced with a B. Thus those two would represent Klaw and Erlanger.
Another version would be Finkel and Heimer in Hollywood also patterned
after Potash and Perlmutter movies of Samuel Goldwyn.
The trust was resisted just as Mark Sackett
( From: The Rise Of The
Mark Sackett held out then in defiance of theatrical
wisdom forming a Shakespeare company. This might be seen as a form
of the Little Theatre movement which Cameron says developed in reaction
to the first Theatrical Trust.
The opposition offered by the artists was prolonged
and dignified Francis Wilson, Nat C. Goodman, James A. Herne, James O'Neil,
(Eugene O' Neill's father) Richard Mansfield, Mrs. Fiske and James
K. Hackett stood out for a time...
So the basis for the New York and theatrical
end of Sackett's career may be said to have been inspired by the two theatrical
articles of Cameron in the Dearborn Independent. ERB probably read
them in newspaper form shortly after publication in 1921. Because
of the AJC approach to him as well as heightened anxiety over the immigrant
question caused by loyalty concerns in the wake of the War Burroughs was
especially receptive to Ford's concerns.
If the germ of the story was conceived in 1921
the concern over Ford's struggle which was becoming difficult by 1924 may
have inspired Burroughs to come to his literary aid. Thus we have
this story of Marcia which when examined more closely is very involved
in post-war Revolutionary and Jewish problems.
While the novel was universally rejected for
publication this was undoubtedly because of ADL censors closely watching
the publishing industry.
Once can't be certain but it is possible that
Burroughs would have been finished in Hollywood but for Kennedy's FBO Studios
breaking the blacklist on Burroughs in 1926. Jewish movies of Tarzan
began again in 1927. After 1932's MGM film, which in itself may have
been a parody to discredit the Big Bwana, the property became so lucrative
especially in a Depression Era climate, that movies continued to be made
saving Burroughs from ruin.
The war on Ford continued. Henry Ford
is an interesting figure who, like Burroughs, would continue to be a Judaeo-Communist
Target into the thirties, to the end of his life and beyond.
He zipped into the NOW in the years around
1914 when his Model T transformed America. But then he slipped back
into Tulsa Time. The Model T was so successful for him that he failed
to keep up with developments in the industry. The Model T remained
essentially the same until 1925 when a better Chevrolet overtook the Ford
as the best seller.
Ford then did an extraordinary thing that baffled
conventional minds. He shut down production for over a year as he
designed the new Model A. For this model he revolutionized the industry
by designing the V8. The Model A was an instant success reviving
Ford's fortunes but the present and the future were now so commingled,
things were changing so fast that the NOW was gone before you sat down
to dinner. Constant model changes were now necessary. The world
that Ford had created had gotten away from him.
He realized that he had lost his battle with
the Jewish establishment. He capitulated in 1927 when Lewis Marshall
of the Jewish government demanded an 'apology' to call off hostilities.
Ford told him to write one out and he would sign it. Marshall wrote
an abject apology which Ford signed without edits. Marshall then
had the 'apology' published, bound and sent to every library free of charge.
The apology is easier to find than the Dearborn Independent articles.
The fracas had come to a humiliating end for
Ford and the Scientific Consciousness. ERB's reaction isn't known
however on December 10, 1929 (ERB Bio Timeline 1920-29) in a letter to
his son Hulbert he made these observations on Religion and Science:
can be highly religious, he can believe in a God and in an omnipotent creator
and still square his belief with advanced scientific discoveries, but he
cannot have absolute faith in the teachings and beliefs of any church,
of which I have knowledge, and also believe in the accepted scientific
theories of the origin of the earth, of animal and vegetable life upon
it, or the age of the human race...(Religious) enthusiasms and sincerity
never ring true to me and I think there has been no great change in this
all down the ages, insofar as fundamentals are concerned. There is
just as much intolerance and hypocrisy as there ever was, and if any church
were able to obtain political power today I believe you would see all the
tyranny and injustice and oppression which has marked the political ascendency
of the church at all times.
You can't be any more clear sighted than that.
Here ERB has clearly and succinctly stated the religious problem of the
twentieth century and beyond. His is an objective analysis of facts;
religion is a subjective projection of desires and wishes. As he
notes science and religion cannot be reconciled. As he goes on to
note in the conflict between the objective and subjective, the conscious
and unconscious, the tyranny of the unconscious is an unavoidable fact.
The question of which religion he fears would impose all the tyranny, injustice
and oppression was clearly the Liberal Coalition and more especially the
Jewish element of its multi-cultural diversity.
We now come back to Richard Slotkin and his
charges against Burroughs as the mastermind of My Lai. That an objection
was lodged against Burroughs because he was interested in Eugenics can
be discarded. People of all political persuasions were interested
in Eugenics. If any abuses of Eugenics were made, Burroughs didn't
make them. Besides, it's a matter of how you interpret Eugenics.
The half man, half beast of Stalin is obviously an objectionable use.
On the score of whether Burroughs was an anti-Semitist,which
is what Slotkin really means,from a subjective religious point of view
that may be so but it is not a question for the religious to decide;
they are not competent to do so. Sigmund Freud himself said that
religion is a neurosis. ( That mean a departure from mental health.)
If he is to be respected as a scientific genius why shouldn't we respect
his opinion? If religion is a neurosis then it should be treated
as a mental disease.
On a Scientific basis then is it possible
to call Burroughs an anti-Semitist? Clearly not. The man was
a clear minded rational human being of great achievement and should be
honored as such.
Should his scientific opinions differ from
those of a religious bent it is they who must take a back seat not Burroughs.
Slotkin is clearly wrong in his interpretation
of Burroughs. Slotkin represents the unconscious rather than the
For the foregoing reasons then I think that
Of The Doorstep and 1924 was the pivot of ERB's career. After
1924 it was no longer possible to live on Tulsa Time. He came under
attack from the Liberal Coalition which was as formidable for him as it
was for Henry Ford.
His novels after Marcia reflect this
attack. Those novels are perhaps his greatest. Certainly one
of the high points where he meets his enemies head on is Tarzan The
Invincible which he was forced to publish under his own imprint.
The title says it all.
I may be sentimental but I like Marcia Of
The Doorstep. I only wish he had had the patience to flesh out
ERB wrote well in any time zone there was from
Babylon Time to Tulsa Time to the NOW.
You know that I've been through it
But I just can't go back to it.
There is no living on Tulsa Time.
NOW is the time.