Daughter Dead

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‘Daughter Dead’ is the name of the un-finished play I co-authored with Joseph Balleta who I met at Saturday Market in 1996. I needed help. I was overwhelmed. I might have been the most prolific writer in the history of Eugene – and still am! This play was not finished because Joseph and I had a falling out. He, and his mother, were mainly interested in furthering his writing career, while I was driven to help the homeless – and take on the Christian-right who had invented this Con Job to get around helping most folks in need with government money. They were going to take control of the churches and use them as a smokescreen in what was then called ‘Compassionate Conservatism’. Needless to say my contribution was all over the place, and……………….INSANE!

Joseph wanted a pay-day and recognition. He knew I had been on the bus and was a good friend of Nancy. We were aware of Kesey’s ‘One Flew Over The Coo-Coo’s Nest’. There was no competition. The opening scene is entirely my own and had been written before I met Joseph. We were critiquing each other’s input. Mr. Bellata is a gifted writer.

I had read an article on Nazi “euthanasia” . There was a photograph of a beautiful seventeen year old German girl who suffered from mental illness. The good doctors offered to relieve her parents of their suffering. She was not agreeable. She was hard to get long with. She could not fallow rules. I am trying to find this article that moved me to the core of my being when I read the telegram the parents received from the Death Station. It simply read…….

Daughter dead.”

I immediately thought of my late sister, who was a world famous woman artist, whose autobiography was disappeared. The author of her fake biography said this.

“On occasion, Christine speaks for herself – these passages are included and italicized – from scattered pages of autobiographical notes, a few brief interviews, unfinished letters, and personal meanderings. These passages are all more striking for being so sparse. For Christine was not a journal keeper so much as one who reached for clarity of mind by writing. The bulk of her comments, however, consists of scattered thoughts and the ideations of a woman who was not well at the time she wrote them down.”

This does not jive with what was written on Christine’s website when it appeared in 97. Faulkner claims she had interviews with a world famous female artist. My younger sister claims Faulkner quit the project and embezzled $5,000 dollars. This is a lie. Those words are gone. I tell people this is outrageous, and all I see is dollar signs in their eyes. They think I am trying to cash-in, and wonder if I am coo-coo when I fail to do so – after ten years!  Christine was seeing two therapists when she died. She was in recovery and talking about her abuse.

“Sandra Faulkner whose book ‘Love Match’ was a non-fiction best seller, has written a biography of Rosamond. Of the subject of the book ‘When You Close Your Eyes’, Faulkner says; “I was reluctant to write all that my interviews revealed about Christine.”

https://www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/sandra-faulkner/love-match/

https://rosamondpress.com/2015/11/25/sandra-faulkner-storyteller/

Above is the contract I signed in order to get into a half-way house for the homeless. I was not aware I was supposed to be on meds. After living in the rainy woods for two months, I got very sick. I had no medical insurance and was put out of the hospital one cold morning. The nurse that opened the door for me, told me about the Royal Avenue Shelter where I stayed for two months until they put me in a half-way house on Kinkaid. I am their success story, until they discovered I was not taking meds. They thought the penicillin I took for pneumonia was a mind-c0ntrol drug that I refused to take because I had nine years of sobriety. They were going to throw me back out on the street again, until I got an activist attorney based in Portland. SHIPS had bought up a lot of property, old motels and were stocking them with Medheads – like chickens! I was a Whistleblower, a troublemaker. I wrote letters. This is 1996. How old was Belle Burch and Alley Valkyrie?

For the last three days we have watched the concern about the homeless ruining the efforts of Downtown Merchants. Many businesses have failed. Dreams were shattered. I beseech everyone to come together and help ‘Daughter Dead’ become a play.  This includes all members of SLEEPS and Nightingale. How many of these advocates were homeless? Let us forget about past failures, and truly make a profound effort to ARRIVE as a solution, not just for us, but, cities everywhere!

Jon Presco

President: Royal Rosamond Press Co.

Copyright 2016

https://rosamondpress.com/2016/10/26/who-will-win-the-battle-of-eugene/

https://rosamondpress.com/2015/11/21/rosamonds-victory-lap/

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Letter from Dr. Wurm, of the Wuerttemberg Evangelical Provincial Church, to Reich Minister of interior Dr. Frick, September 5 1940.
Nazi Conspiracy and Aggression – Washington, U.S Govt. Print. Off., 1946, Supp. A, p. 1223.

Dear Reich Minister,

On July 19th I sent you a letter about the systematic extermination of lunatics, feeble-minded and epileptic persons. Since then this practice has reached tremendous proportions: recently the inmates of old-age homes have also been included. The basis for this practice seems to be that in an efficient nation there should be no room for weak and frail people. It is evident from the many reports which we are receiving that the people’s feelings are being badly hurt by the measures ordered and that the feeling of legal insecurity is spreading which is regrettable from the point of view of national and state interest.

https://fcit.usf.edu/holocaust/resource/document/DocEuth.htm

Wartime, Adolf Hitler suggested, “was the best time for the elimination of the incurably ill.” Many Germans did not want to be reminded of individuals who did not measure up to their concept of a “master race.” The physically and mentally handicapped were viewed as “useless” to society, a threat to Aryan genetic purity, and, ultimately, unworthy of life. At the beginning of World War II, individuals who were mentally retarded, physically handicapped, or mentally ill were targeted for murder in what the Nazis called the “T-4,” or “euthanasia,” program.

The “euthanasia” program required the cooperation of many German doctors, who reviewed the medical files of patients in institutions to determine which handicapped or mentally ill individuals should be killed. The doctors also supervised the actual killings. Doomed patients were transferred to six institutions in Germany and Austria, where they were killed in specially constructed gas chambers. Handicapped infants and small children were also killed by injection with a deadly dose of drugs or by starvation. The bodies of the victims were burned in large ovens called crematoria.

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2800142/

Although the Nazi genocide of Jews during World War II is well known, the concurrent Nazi genocide of psychiatric patients is much less widely known. An attempt was made to estimate the number of individuals with schizophrenia who were sterilized and murdered by the Nazis and to assess the effect on the subsequent prevalence and incidence of this disease. It is estimated that between 220 000 and 269 500 individuals with schizophrenia were sterilized or killed. This total represents between 73% and 100% of all individuals with schizophrenia living in Germany between 1939 and 1945. Postwar studies of the prevalence of schizophrenia in Germany reported low rates, as expected. However, postwar rates of the incidence of schizophrenia in Germany were unexpectedly high. The Nazi genocide of psychiatric patients was the greatest criminal act in the history of psychiatry. It was also based on what are now known to be erroneous genetic theories and had no apparent long-term effect on the subsequent incidence of schizophrenia.

 

 

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1 Response to Daughter Dead

  1. Reblogged this on Rosamond Press and commented:

    In 1997 I began my play about the abuse of the homeless and mentally ill. I was going to show this to Belle when she came over to model. I did not know her mother was the Queen of the Eugene Theatre. Kasadah! Opening Scene ‘Daughter Dead’
    Posted on October 26, 2016
    by Royal Rosamond Press

    Marilyn is a homeless idiot savant living in the ruins of Playland at the Beach in San Francisco. She would be diagnosed with Aspergers that is known to produce beings of extraordinary mental powers. It’s all here! The Archetype of a Masterpiece. This is my farewell to the Generation of Love – and Fun. With the demolition of Playland, and the Fun House, comes the rise of the Righteous Right, the inventors of the new Inquisition bent on attacking the Liberal-Left – where it hurts.
    “THERE WILL BE NO MORE MAD PEOPLE HAVING FUN. WE MUST GET SERIOUS AND BALANCE THE BUDGET.”
    The Prankster Clowns must be rounded up and put in a Loony Bin, or, buried alive in the ‘Mad Mine’. All the Fun Ore has been depleted. Time to go to work for Ronny McClown the Out of Work Actor, the Right-wing Con Man.

    http://mksgrist.wixsite.com/playlandatthebeach/mad-mine
    The reason I abandoned this play was the incredibly sad conclusion that the creative telepathic connection I had with my late sister, was no more. I was able to keep that channel open for two years. I had lost contact with Marilyn Reed. My play was turning into a musical. There is a very prophetic number with Aryan dancers singing like Negros as they go down the isles of Limbo Church – that will blow your mine! What muse, what spirit, is dictating my……stuff!
    My protagonist is caught up in a legal battle over the land where Bohemian Playland was built. The Yuppiefiers want to build condos. It’s a case of Gentrification. It would not be till the year 2000 that I discovered one of my great grandfathers founded a theme park in Belmont. My sixteen year old daughter came into my life in 2,000. I thought I was fatherless. Instead of having fun together, making up for lost time, she was the point of the compass for unfunny folks waiting in the wings, waiting for me to strike it rich – as a writer! There was not a writer or artist among the lot, but, when they perceived, somehow, their fortune took a turn for the worse, they threw their monkey wrench into my works. Most fun dies like this, with a scowl and a whimper.
    “Why?”
    Not till this morning did I realize Belle was Marilyn, who “ran with the Psycho-babel Bitches from Hell’ in the streets of New York. Two hours after I met Belle, I am on the phone telling Marilyn Reed I had met a younger version of her. Twenty years later I get a letter from Rena informing me of her amazing memory. Pan is present. The broken merry-go-round is Belle’s parents Labyrinth walk, that came to an end. Or. did it?
    Look, there is a fallen tower with the words “Diving Bell” upon it. I captured Beauty in a play that has held a city hostage, for all these years. She who was asleep, is now awoken.
    Mon Muse! My beautiful muse! Alas, we are free! “We are all a chuckle and a kiss away from returning to paradise.
    Jon Presco
    Copyright 2016
    https://rosamondpress.com/2016/09/20/imortalizing-belle-burch/
    On Fri, Apr 18, 2014 at 6:59 PM, John Ambrose wrote:
    Belle, my big project in Love Dance, a Broadway musical based upon the music of LOVE. Bryan was my best friend in HS. He was a roadie for the Byrds when he was 17. We hung out in a coffee shop in LA in 1963.
    I about choked when you told me your were a dancer! Belle! You ring all my belles and set off all my whistles. It is just the way it is.
    I want to see the hippie dance extravaganza on Broadway! How about you?
    Jon
    I feel I have emerged from the Labyrinth. I feel, so free to say this without regret, without shame, without remorse….I am in love with Belle Burch!
    This is a victory for both of us, for within minutes of beholding her, I knew I was going to immortalize her. I knew she was the one after capturing her in a video. I turned off my camera in order to explain to her why she is the one. I just said the name “Rosamond”
    https://rosamondpress.com/2015/09/16/belle-open-your-eyes/
    https://rosamondpress.com/2014/11/27/janke-park-hall-and-stagecoach-line/

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