Conspiracy Nation -- Vol. 11  Num. 39
                     ("Quid coniuratio est?")


By "The Anonymous Author"

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

---------------------------<< Notes >>--------------------------- [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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