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CUBA – 101…

After maintaining a virtual war-time blockade of Cuba for 54-yrs, President Obama agreed to begin the normalization of relations w/that independent-socialist island nation on the 17th of December 2014. The Cuban Revolution and the Castros have thus outlasted 11 US presidents.

The island of Cuba is the largest land mass in the Caribbean w/a length of 777 miles and just 93 miles south of the US. Superimposed, Cuba would stretch from Chicago past NYC. It has a population of 11.3 million.

The island is believed to have been settled about 6,000-yrs-ago. The Tainos and other Mesoamerican natives called it Cuba, possibly meaning “central or great place.”

When Christopher Columbus (Cristoforo Colombo, originally from the city-state of Genoa) first started to colonize the Western Hemisphere in 1492, there were an estimated 90,000 natives living in relative peace and prosperity on Cuba.
Columbus believed that the island was actually a peninsula of southern China and that he had discovered a clear western route to Japan and the Indies.

Columbus described Cuba as a lush land of colorful vegetation, exotic fruits and singing birds. The weather was so ideal that the natives were mostly naked w/the women of fair skin and as voluptuous as those of Spain.
CubaPlus-001He further described the natives as perfectly friendly w/out any sense of private property and they had no religion other than female totems and odd masks. He wrote that a very small military force could rule the entire lot.

(Within the next century, an estimated 90% of the Western Hemisphere’s est’d population of 100 million would be slaughtered or die from Euro-diseases.)

Columbus claimed all the “new” lands for the Kingdom of Spain, his sponsor, and over the course of four trips set about a draconian rule for profit in partnership under the crown and the Church.

He created a policy of “encomenderos” (econmienda) where the natives were enslaved for their labor in order to turn natural resources into profit and wealth for their new masters. A native family was routinely issued to each of the Spanish privateers for their use and the remainder enslaved and suffered a brutal regimen of torture, limb-cutting and death for any who resisted or failed to produce.
But in the Spanish crown’s insatiable quest for greater wealth, even that was not enough. In a profit dispute, Columbus was arrested and taken back to Spain in 1500 in chains. He negotiated a plea w/the crown and was allowed to return to the West on a fourth and final trip.

Among the many particularly egregious acts in the record perpetrated upon the natives, included inviting resisting leaders and their extended families to a “feast,” locking them in a building for the occasion and burning them alive. The Spanish privateers claimed sanction for this practice because the natives were not “Christians.”

In one practice where the Church did step in was the Spaniards dashing the heads of unwanted babies against rocks. The Church required only that the babies first be baptized. One might surmise there was a shortage of Cherubim in their Heaven.

This pattern of lawless privateering (they mostly make their own laws) gradually replaced the aristocratic parasite class and evolved into private corporatist (capitalist) exploitation, which largely remains the sociopolitical ideology in rule today throughout the world.

Entering Havana, January 1959...

Entering Havana, January 1959…

Over the course of the next several hundred years, along w/the enslavement and elimination of most of the native population by labor conditions, execution and disease, the island was ruled between successive waves of Spanish, French and English, and back to the Spanish.
By the 1750s the main export crop was sugar cane. Many thousands of West Africans were kidnapped, transported and enslaved for Cuban labor in that period.

A series of slave rebellions and revolts later took place under the Spanish in the early 1800s against the Atlantic Slave Trade leading to the abolition of slavery in Cuba.

America’s belated foray into neo-colonialism resulted in the Spanish-American War of 1898. Spain and the United States signed the Treaty of Paris by which Spain ceded Puerto Rico, the Philippines and Guam to the US for the sum of $20 million.

Cuba gained nominal independence from the US in 1902. Under the imposed Constitution the US retained the right to intervene in Cuban affairs and to supervise its finances and foreign relations. This included Cuba being forced to lease Guantanamo Bay to the US military in perpetuity.
In 1924, Gerardo Machado was elected president, tourism increased, and American-owned hotels and restaurants were built to accommodate the influx. The tourist boom was fueled by increases in gambling and prostitution.

The Wall Street Crash of ’29 led to drops in the price of sugar (already only giving the peasants 4-months minimal-wage employment per yr), political unrest, and repression. Uprisings among students, sugar workers, and an army revolt forced Machado into exile in August of ‘33. Army sergeant Fulgencio Batista took effective power in September and dominated Cuban politics for the next 25 years … at first through a series of puppet-presidents.

Batista with Nixon 1954...

Batista with Nixon 1954…

In 1940, Batista was directly elected president, holding the post until 1944. In 1952 Batista staged a coup backed by the US corporate elite. Unemployment had grown significantly and much of the peasantry was impoverished. All this combined w/increasing political persecution.

As resistance grew, Batista’s army and secret police became a major terror network on the island. Batista stayed in power until he was forced into exile in December 1958.

In 1956, Fidel Castro and about 80 other rebels launched a rebellion against the government. By late 1958, the rebels w/massive popular support broke out of the Sierra Maestra mountains and launched a general insurrection.

Aided by the US, Batista fled from Havana on 1 January 1959 to exile in Portugal. As he fled he took the entire Cuban treasury of god, silver, gems and art w/him on four B-26 aircraft. Castro’s forces entered the capital on 8 January 1959. When they entered the treasury they reported a single, solitary dime sitting on a lone table.

US corporations and the mafia tried to coopt Castro and his new gov’t into maintaining the status quo, but Castro chose to honor the Revolution’s call for land, bread and freedom. The new gov’t seized those lands that the corps were not using under “eminent domain” for distribution to the peasants. Eventual payment was promised (based upon the worth cited by the corporations on their US tax returns), but they chose to oppose the Revolution and scheme to roll back the reforms.

Given the US gov’t/corp squeeze, in February 1960 Castro signed a commercial agreement with the Soviet Union, which was open to economic relations w/Cuba. It was also that month that I earned my wings in the 101st Airborne Division at Ft. Campbell, KY.  My division commander was Gen. William C. Westmoreland.

The next month, President Eisenhower gave his approval to a CIA plan to arm and train counter-revolutionary Cubans to overthrow the Castro regime. For the next 54-yrs, the US gov’t, a number of corporations, the Mafia and gusanos galore (counter-revolutionary Cuban “worms”) conspired to blockade and terrorize the Cuban people to reject independence and socialism.

Raul Castro, Juan Almeida and Fidel...

Raul Castro, Juan Almeida and Fidel…

When JFK took office in January of ’61, he inherited this mad scheme. He had ordered the CIA off of US soil in their gusano training schemes. While he nominally approved the plan already in operation, he minimized all US involvement.

The Bay of Pigs, appropriately named, occurred 3-months later in April from attacks out of Guatemala and Nicaragua. Fortunately for Cuba (and me), Jack Kennedy refused to employ US forces. The 101st Airborne was then the first STRAC unit of the military at the time; we were lock ‘n load on the airfield ready to jump into Havana. I was 18.

Everyone should know the rest of the story…the past 54-yrs, in fact. An independent socialist Cuba has survived thru a persistent blockade and incessant acts of terror both promoted and carried out by the US.

Dr. Publico (Nick Medvecky, PsyD), December 2014…

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Criminal Investigations…

For 17-yrs, from 1973-thru-’89, I worked as a criminal/civil investigator for Detroit area law firms. I’ve had occasion to work all sides…a couple of times even undercover for the federal courts against the FBI and the US Attorney’s Office. Not terribly smart…

Debby Brentz -- One that got away (mea culpa)...

Debby Brentz — One that got away (mea culpa)…

Investigation work is not something that I consciously set out to do. I had served in the 101st Airborne, been active in Southern civil rights, and served a year on a rock-quarry, chain-gang, one of the most brutal in the Old South (1964-65). But, what doesn’t kill you makes you

(Disclosure: I also served 20-yrs in the federal prison system, 1990-2010+. But that’s another story…)

Moving to Detroit, I was active in the antiwar and veterans movements, started Wayne State University in ’68, and worked as a journalist (notably out of Beirut) into 1973. I was 31-yrs-old. That was the first third of my life.
In ’73, Detroit transitioned from white-power rule to a majoritarian, neo-liberal democracy. During that political transition I became the campaign coordinator in a judgeship primary. After the campaign (close, but no cigar), I accepted a position as an investigator to Attorney Shedon Halpern’s law firm.
Given my military, political, journalistic, criminal justice experience, and Shel’s tutelage along w/my lack of any preconceived professional prejudices, I quickly excelled.

(Wealthy clients in Detroit, at least in the area of criminal justice, are relatively rare. Most of my casework involved indigent clients to which I was appointed by the courts. My fees usually had a $600 cap @ $20/hr. The buying power of $20 in ’73 is $110 today; albeit over time, the masses have not been given commensurate raises.)

Starting w/discovery, the prosecutor is required by law to give to the defense prior to trial all police and evidentiary reports. That gave me a solid starting point in my investigations. I also had the defendants, if I could convince them to tell me the unvarnished truth; lying to me is a waste of valuable time and resources (I’m covered by atty-client confidentiality).

I soon learned that the police and prosecutor, given their caseloads and temperament, usually go only so far with their own investigations and trial preparations. Once they have a suspect and some evidence and/or testimony, they more or less end their investigations. That’s where I begin…

Co-investigators knocking back a few...

Co-investigators knocking back a few…

Over 17-yrs of investigative experience, primarily in homicides, rapes and drug cases, the vast majority of my cases either resulted in mitigated charges and sentencing, or outright acquittals. Actually, not really all that remarkable an achievement given the state of police/prosecutorial work.

The sad fact is that the American Criminal Justice system is basically founded on plea bargains and snitches. Detective work, per se, might account for 10%, but I doubt that it’s even that much. Of course, watching cop dramas on TV gives one the opposite impression…

(When I was in prison, some 97% of my fellow prisoners had copped  a plea … only 3% had actually gone to trial. And of course, having the temerity to do so–as did I–results in the full weight of retribution and draconian punishment.There is no greater sin than one’s failure to pay noblesse oblige before the Altar of Justice.

(One corrections wag once told me, “What difference does it make? Y’all are guilty of something!” I laughed and told him, “Then who’s gonna guard us? You just condemned 99% of the Earth’s population!”)

An example of one case in which I was appointed by the court, was in a robbery-homicide that started in a near east-side bar and ended in the victim’s apartment some distance away. My client was a 35-yr-old, mentally retarded black defendant, about 6’2”, 250 lbs.
The police investigation had dragged on for over 2-yrs and pretty much reached a dead-end until the prosecutor’s office offered immunity to the bartender and the girlfriend/prostitute of the victim. It was not a pretty case. The defendant was found trussed and drowned in his bathtub some 2-wks after the crime.

I had the full cooperation of the defendant (being certified retarded) and was thus able to quickly piece together the crime. The motive was robbery … several thousand dollars.
The barkeep and girl, after they retired to the victim’s apartment, convinced my client to help them contain the victim, tie him up and put him in the bathtub. He was given a couple of hundred dollars and left. How the drowning occurred was unknown to him.

Their sworn statement said that my client and the victim had left the bar together the night of the mid-winter murder (precise date established by several factors) and he had later bragged to them of robbing the guy.
The girl further claimed that she had not left the bar until after 2:30am closing and walked the few blocks to her own apartment. She said that she and the victim had “broken up” earlier and she had no subsequent contact w/him. By minimal investigation, I established that she had the victim’s car after the homicide and later sold it on the black market.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERABy a stroke of professional serendipity, being a pilot I stopped in at the National Weather Service office at Metro Airport and purchased an official copy of the weather report for that date (10¢).

It turned out that one of the largest snowfalls of many a year had fallen in the hours between 11pm and 4am on that night … some 19 inches of snow.

Attorney Halpern thus had an easy time in front of the jury in establishing the lies of the witnesses. She said on the stand, “Yes, it was a cold night but clear. I needed to clear my head so I walked.”

“Your Honor, I’d like to introduce Defense Exhibit number…”

After the jury came back Not Guilty, I was able to speak later to several of them. They explained that the evidence made clear to them that the witnesses were lying about simple things. That the prosecutor’s strategy was to put it all on the retarded guy. They were so incensed, they explained, that there was no way they were going to convict him alone.

Sometimes a dime can go a long way

Dr. Publico (Nick Medvecky, PsyD), December 2014…

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Dick Lee—RIP…

I woke up early this morning to the news that Richard Lee died yesterday, December 4th, 2014.  Dick was born March 8th, 1940, he was 74.  Still . . .  too soon.  The message I rec’d was like a ghost on his own e-link:

Richard Lee '87 Belle Isle.

Richard Lee ’87 Belle Isle.

Richard Lee, AKA Richard LeClair, AKA “Dick Mother Fucker,” died today in Boca Raton, Florida. He broke out of the VA Hospice in Detroit on November 29th, made a run for the sun and had at least one day of sunny skies and 80° weather.
He was in one of his favorite hotels and eating food from one of his favorite delis. He began having chest pains and was taken to the local hospital where … he slipped away suddenly.
After he declined treatment for his cancer a little over a year ago he took, “a victory lap,” across the south, west, northwest and northern United States, putting over 15,000 miles on his car. Over the summer he went east, back to his birthplace in Maine, ate lobster and visited with “my people.”
He mastered the art of being free. He did not let possessions own him. He belonged everywhere and was anchored to nowhere. He was a loyal and generous friend, a great story teller, grounded in humor, but was nobody’s fool.

Dick w/Mariann Wizard circa 1970 (Boston?).

He was a traveler, an adventurer and a seeker of pleasure. His life was tempered by his grasp of history, his sense of justice and his refusal to conform. He wanted to let his friends know he had gone.

Dick found his own path and he journeyed it to the end… I met Dick sometime around ’69. He was a friend of Pete Kwant (and became a close confidant to Susie and Tessa). Back in ’67, I co-founded the Veterans Against the War (VAW) in Detroit. Pete was an antiwar Army vet and Dick had been in the Navy. Dick and I go back to some mutual military time.

Myself w/Debbie Brentz, early-’80s, Detroit.

I was in the 101st Airborne, US Army at Ft. Campbell, KY, during the Administration of Ike and JFK. Dick was in the Navy for 8-yrs during Ike, JFK and LBJ. We both went thru the period of the Cuban Revolution in ’59 and subsequent US/corporate reactions (lasting now for more than 50-yrs).
While I worked at journalism, criminal investigations and an assortment of political activism w/a large dollop of “underground fund-raising,” Dick quietly moved thru the national cultural scene touching base here, there and everywhere.

(In other words, I have no freakin’ idea what all he was up to. As exampled in the comments below: “Fast Eddie” Silver apparently had further adventures w/Dick, “From the Ozark Mountains to Bangkok, Angkor Wat, Laos, the beaches of Cambodia, Myanmar, and small islands of the Mu Ko Chang Archipelago in the Gulf of Thailand….” I never had a clue.)

Clearly, Richard Lee–AKA ad infinitum–was the common elastic that seemed to connect everyone as they drifted hither and yon. At some point I also woke up to the fact that we were both in the same business . . . sort of.

One of the common threads throughout the cultural and political revolution of the ’60s was the fact that every group that I was aware of had at least one op who handled security and other matters.  Some of the features of the cultural side of the movement included marijuana, cocaine, LSD, etc. We were at the genesis of that.
Students, vets and others were soon educated to handling such business themselves…either that or resorting to an uncontrolled, external, lumpen criminal culture. In my own case, as a pilot and a vet organizer, it logically progressed for some of us to deal in cocaine (and it put a few of us to quite interesting work).

When I was in the time-honored smuggler-trade (itself active since the 1500s) in the Carib and Colombia in ’73+, kilos of coke were going for under $5,000. In Detroit, a 2.2 lb. brick of coke flipped for $50,000 ($275,000 in today’s money). More than a few pilots, ship, sub officers and SEALs were in and out of the trade. I knew and worked with many of them.

(My own coke involvement ended in ‘83 when the DEA/CIA became heavily involved in creating the crack market in the US in order to support the Reagan/CIA Contra War in Central America. That changed the entire socio-political picture for our culture.)

Dick always focused on the reefer trade. But in addition to the gross business, he became a connoisseur of the different types of cannabis sativa and indica. Where Jack Herer became the world authority on the history of hemp/marijuana (see: The Emperor Wears No Clothes, both the book and the video), Dick Lee became an authority on the indoor hydro-cultivation of marijuana. By 1989, Dick was well into grow-ops and I was mainly back working in criminal defense investigations.

(However, somewhere along the line, the US Attorney’s office and SEMCO (anti-drug task-force) picked up on my former craft and were apparently not satisfied w/my having walked away from the biz some 6-yrs earlier.
(As this is the subject of other American Tribune blog articles I’ll just make that link here. Meanwhile, the gov’t gave me an offer they figured I couldn’t refuse. They probably figured that everyone would sell their mother to beat a rap. Only 3% of those in prison have gone to trial. Suffice to mention that I refused to “cooperate” or accept a plea bargain. I went to trial and got 25-yrs. I did a total of 22.”

Susie & Pete Kwant…

Meanwhile, Dick had his grow-op over on the Westside of Detroit.  The basements of two houses were joined together and he had this amazing scientific, elaborate grow lab. He even had a cloning propagation lab-room w/exotic seed samples from around the world. Cloning? WTF? This totally blew me away.

Anyways, I went off to do my time.  Dick eventually purchased a motor yacht and sailed out the Lakes, Erie Canal and St. Lawrence Seaway. Traveling down the Inland Waterway he entered the Carib and alternated his yrs of adventure w/jumps back home to set-up new grow-ops and replenish the filthy-lucre we all gotta pay obeisance to in this existence. (In addition to the bulk of it supporting worthy political causes.)

(Back in ’76 I wrote an historical paper for Detroit’s CBDA [Central Business District Assoc.] on the 275th Anniversary of Antoine Cadillac’s “founding” of the City. Dick’s journeys in the Carib kind of brought that to mind. Not generally propagated is the fact that Louie Laumet [Cadillac’s original name] was a deserter from the French marine, a privateer in the Carib [married the young niece, Marie Thérèse, of New France’s chief privateer, Denis Guyon], and a bon vivant of the free life. Control of the beaver-trade in the NorthWest [Ville d’Troit] was almost an after-thought.)

Dick traveled thru Cuba, Belize, Honduras, Nicaragua, Panama, Colombia, Venezuela and elsewhere. He’d drop me lines and postcards in prison wherever he went. Girls would hitch rides from one point to another and I could live w/him vicariously thru my lucid dreams.

I was able to finish my education in prison largely thru Dick’s generous donations. I finished my BS in Psych/Biology thru Wayne State, Detroit, and was even able to get a fully-accredited masters and a doctorate thru Cal Southern U in Forensic Psychology (PsyD). Took me 16-yrs, but then I had plenty of time, eh? (Had I chosen, I could have done a clinical internship at WSU and the VA when I got out. I figured at almost 70, I done my time at the controls.)

Dick was also quite involved in journalism. Using the name of Marion Delgado he wrote articles on the political realities of Central and South America for The Rag Blog. (I also know he was of some quiet but critical help to other political prisoners in various situations.)

Shack and Dick...

Shack and Dick…

One of his adventures (I have a pretty thick file) included purchasing a hotel/bar in San Cristobal de Las Cruces in southern Mexico. He wrote me that he’d hired a band and fiesta spread for a New Year’s Eve party to augur in ’94.
Sometime before midnight a young Zapatista guerilla walked in and read her manifesto. He said she looked maybe 17, packed an AK with two body-guards, and soon left. Turned out it was the beginning of the Zapatista Revolution against the Mexican Army, police and corporate incursions of their southern native lands. The town was soon awash w/revolutionists and Dick went on w/his party.

Dick working at the Rag…

After a couple of weeks, the Mexican military was putting a lot of pressure on the surrounding area w/road-blocks, arresting and disappearing activists and “foreign hippies.” Dick decided to make a discreet run for the southern border.
No sooner had he got across into Guatemala than there was a coup there. He decided to keep rolling. He went down to Peru and caught a coca-paste boat from Leticia to Manaus on the Amazon River. I joined him on that trip, too… Well, dream-wise…

After I served  20-yrs in a dozen different prisons and camps, Congress came up w/a program to allow non-violent, first-offenders over 65 already having served at least 75% of their time to get a 2-yr early-out (under home arrest; given the draconian conditions, I should’a told them to go fuck themselves. But it did bring me back to Detroit). I was fortunate, I had Congressman Charlie Rangel and Dick Lee. Charlie sponsored me, so the BOP let me out . . . sort of. Dick offered me his former grow-op on Fort Street, Detroit, as a secure living site.

Dick had a couple of strange quirks . . . at least strange to me. (Disclosure: I’m a Marxist, not an anarchist.) I was initially surprised when I first met Dick in-person again. His heavy smoker-rasp, bad teeth, and nico-habit belied his longevity. One day I noticed that he had left a lot of apparent blood in the toilet.

Tessa on Dick’s yacht…

When I asked, “What the f*ck . . .?” He explained that he’d been pissing blood for about a year. I urged him to go to the VA, which is where I got all my own meds. For a time he refused, citing the drivel that “Doctors don’t know anything more than anyone else?!?”  He was all-too-serious. It killed him. When he did follow-thru (me and Bruce had to literally hold his hand throughout the entire visits and procedures. Of course, he refused to follow-thru on his meds, etc. (Of course, by then it was too late anyways.)

(When Bruce and Susie and I got him to go back to the VA–we had to bird-dog the process every step of the way–he finally agreed to an operation on his bladder; he had a tumor the size of a softball. The problem by then was that cancer had metastasized beyond his bladder and he had an inoperable (w/out certain health preconditions) aortic aneurism, which may well have finally done him in. He refused further procedures. He walked. He decided to live what quality life he had left on his own terms.)

Welcome Home party that Dick & Susie threw for me, 2009.

I wish I had real words of closure (is there such a thing?)… I can only repeat those of the message above:

He mastered the art of being free. He did not let possessions own him. He belonged everywhere and was anchored to nowhere. He was a loyal and generous friend, a great story teller, grounded in humor but was nobody’s fool.

Dr. Publico (Nick Medvecky, PsyD), December 2014…

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SUMER: Cradle of Western Civilization?

While I’m a skeptic of all things that go bump in the night (theist or otherwise), I do run into the occasional surprise that taxes my analyses


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Among the subjects that hold my interest are anthropology, archaeology and ancient history. An intriguing area of study was the ancient civilization of Sumer. That Empire developed from a series of city-states in the Tigris-Euphrates River Valley.

The Earth is 4½ billion-yrs-old; humanity only some 200,000-yrs; and its male-dominated class system, some 10,000-yrs.
As our species spread out from Africa some 70,000+yrs ago (the most likely scenario), population groups clustered around fertile river valleys.
It’s a safe bet that humanity has a distance yet to go to achieve any significant measure of common social maturity and responsibility … assuming of course that we last long enough. I’m not taking any bets…

MesopSumerPractically all that we’ve learned about ancient Sumer we’ve learned since the 19th century discovery of vast cities and libraries of cuneiform clay tablets buried in the sands of Mesopotamia.
Over a million such tablets have been excavated and most reside in museums around the world. Less than 5% have ever been deciphered and fewer still published. There are only a few hundred qualified cuneiformists in the world.

Emerging populations became more complex to manage, giving an increasing need for rulers to keep records in order to assess taxes to maintain their privileges and power, thus writing was invented.

Cuneiform Script...

Cuneiform Script…

At first, it was in the form of pictographs, which became more simplified into representational symbols for items, rulers and gods. It eventually developed into logophonetic, consonantal alphabetic and syllabic signs.
Cuneiform writing was gradually replaced by the Phoenician alphabet. By the 2nd century CE, cuneiform script had become extinct, and all knowledge of how to read it was lost until it was rediscovered and began to be deciphered in the 19th century.

One of the reasons that Sumer is traced by the West as The Cradle of Western Civilization is because Abraham, credited w/being the Founding Father of the Judaic-Christian-Islamic peoples, is from the Sumerian city of UR.
He traveled w/his extended clan circa 2,000 BCE to the already well-populated Land of Canaan (Phoenicians and others), claimed it for the tribal god he worshiped and carried over much of the Sumerian Epics.

Ancient Lagash in Sumer...

Ancient Lagash in Sumer…

The composite assemblage of Genesis is mostly a parsed-down version of the Epic Sumerian Creation Myths of Adam & Eve, the Garden of Eden, the Flood, etc.

Without the recent discovery of the Sumerian versions thousands of years older than Abraham, that source may have remained unknown. (Albeit, the Sumerians themselves cite the original source of their Epics as even more ancient and largely unknown.)
For those interested in the stories, they can get more details by reading the Sumer Epics. Personally, I found that what was left out by Abe is far more interesting…

In addition to scientific studies, I also acquired the works of Zecharia Sitchin. Born in the USSR in 1920 to Jewish parents, Sitchin was raised in Mandate Palestine and moved to New York in 1952.
While his books have sold millions in 25-different languages, they’ve been generally rejected by scientists and academics as pseudoscience.

Sun & Planets in relative size and position?

Sun & Planets in relative size and position?

I find his works to be quite entertaining. But more importantly, I think that the world is generally well-served by his conjectures and provoke deeper consideration of ancient Sumerian history.
Since there are more than enough links here, I won’t bore the reader w/a rendition of what all I find of immense interest. The 6-part BBC video-series will give the reader plenty to consider.

I will speak to two facets of Sumerian history that most pique my curiosity. The first is the general cosmology of their “religious” belief system, and the second concerns certain clay tablets.

The cosmology that I find quite compelling, is that aside from the usual heroic episodes of probably-historical figures (e.g., Gilgamesh), the foundation of the Sumer religion is not based on “gods,” but a description of quite extraordinary, possibly even alien, mortal beings.

Representation of...?

Representation of…?

The early Asian “religions” followed this practice, as exampled by Confucius, Lao Tzu, Gautama-Buddha, etc. Except for some of their followers deifying them, none of these figures claimed god-hood.
Ironically, many people believe that the further we go back in time, the more superstitious are the beliefs, when actually, the exact opposite is true! Just turn on the news…

In addition to the Solar depiction (?) shown here, my final item is an extremely old and rare circular clay tablet.
When I first opened to that page (274) in Sitchin’s The 12th Planet (1978), I was rather startled to see what appears to be the plate of an IFR back-course, or a missed-approach plate. Any IFR (Instrument Flight Rules) pilot would be familiar with it if they found it in their flight bag. Except, of course, looking somewhat strange and written in an unknown language.
This tablet was found in the ruins of the Royal Library at Nineveh in the mid-1800s and is apparently a copy of an even far older version.

(The ancient site of Nineveh is across the river from Mosul in northern Iraq; today it’s occupied by the latest superstitious cult of terror, ISIL, which is apparently destroying the site as we speak.)

Mystery from the Royal Library of Nineveh...

Mystery from the Royal Library of Nineveh…

Sitchin admits that numerous scholars over the years have attempted to decipher it, but the best they’ve come up with is that it’s probably a quite early astronomical calendar of some sort, but unlike any previously or since known. It may have been originally on a semi-spherical object depicting a 360° view of the sky, or timeline.
Back in 1880, two scholars of Assyrian language and artifacts referred to it as a planisphere; the reproduction of a spherical surface as a flat map. The names of some stars and planets have been translated, but the 45° segmentation w/other symbols remain a mystery.
I would expect that if an ancient non-technical witness viewed such a device or depiction (map/photo) and attempted to make a copy, this is pretty much what we’d expect.
The segmentation? Well, it would be what I’d expect if one were landing from any variety of directions with reverse missed-approaches also shown. If we had the missing parts we might be able to pinpoint the center in ancient Babylonia. That would be interesting … what might we find?
A number of translations also appear to depict directions, point-set turns and repeated repetitions of certain words, including sky, hills, tops, city, press, sight, path, mountain, return, and others … in addition to a third of the plate that was copied being missing.
Had there been ancient alien visitors, I would expect them to certainly dazzle the locals, but not leave any specific artifacts, other than descriptions and attributions of which we’re still trying to make sense.

Dr. Publico (Nick Medvecky, PsyD) December 2014…