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CHAPTER 28
"FREE TRADE" OF DRUGS
AND SLAVES AT THE JUAREZ BORDER
The next day. Dante drove me to a Bel Aire mansion high on a hill where
another party was underway. As I joined those who had gathered on the
manicured lawn, I recognized many of the same Mafia people who had been at
the Malibu retreat aka "Hotel California". This was a welcome party for
President Reagan who had just arrived. He was walking across the yard toward
me with his friend. Jack Valenti, who was the president of the powerful Motion
Picture Association of America. Reagan looked his role amongst his mobster
friends, his beige coal with fur collar draped over his shoulders revealing a dark
grey, pinstripe suit underneath. In retrospect I remember him as dressed like
the one mobster I did not have to meet, John Gotti. As soon as my eyes met
his, 1 was knocked to the ground by a familiar blue-white blast (high voltage)
like the one I had recently experienced in D.C.
When I came back around and my eyes refocused, Dante was holding me
up. Reagan said, "Well, hello Kitten".
"Uncle Ronnie, how'd you get here?" I asked in child-like innocence.
"The rainbow, Kitten, the rainbow," he answered in Oz cryptic, "I told you
I was coming home. There's no place like home, and you said it with me. So,
here we are. I keep a little piece of the rainbow in my pocket so I can get back
over it (to D.C.) anytime I want to. I make a wish, and click my heels, and
I'm gone."
For the moment, Reagan succeeded in confusing my mind with Oz cryptic
metaphors, reconfirming to my child personality that he was indeed the
powerful Wizard. As we went inside for a brief meeting, my personality was
deliberately switched to the one that had dealt with de la Madrid the night
before.
The grey-white stucco house was decorated in plush Presidential blue
carpeting and deep, cherry wood tones. The "office" was small and further
crowded by those of us present for the meeting. De la Madrid was comfortably
seated, as was Jack Valenti. I was not privy to Valenti's exact role in opening
the Juarez border, I only know that he was well educated lo the particulars of
this meeting. Dante and I remained standing since we would be leaving as
quickly as I heard what Reagan, who was shuttling papers and pacing the room,
had to say.
"Well, Kitten," Reagan said to me, "this is your death sentence: You'll go
out ia a blaze of glory." I was not surprised to receive confirmation of my
imminent death by Reagan. I had heard about death by fire from seemingly
everyone involved in establishing "free trade," through Mexico, of our nation's
children for drags. Reagan's use of patriotic metaphors and puns while matterof-factly
informing me he ordered my death was reflective of his often
displayed lack of respect for human life. What reflected his character even
more were the crimes he was involved in that prompted him to cover-up
through "sentencing- me to death. I had witnessed the criminal foundations of
NAFTA, which in turn could threaten the successful implementation of the New
World Order should these secrets ever be revealed. Initial "Free Trade"
including drugs and white slavery extended beyond the U.S./Mexican border. It