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I seldom write eulogies, life is already so sad, nothing hurts more than losing someone you love. When it is someone part of the big picture, everyone commiserates and there is no harm, when it is from a family, it is private and being too forward is invasive. For those in Chinatown/International District, Donnie Chin was both part of the big picture and too intimate a friend to those who knew him to credit someone like me, just a villager, saying much.
Everyone however is resolved right now to hear from us who want to say something or at least inviting us to step forward and be present in his fond memory. Because we idealized him, no I am not in the least alone in that way, I tried to thumb through sources that might be fitting to help me find words, Memorial Tributes delivered in Congress to Anna Eleanor Roosevelt, First Lady, who lived a full life in dedication to the welfare of our community, and Robert Francis Kennedy who was gunned down at the peak of his career. I found many things that fit but while that is surely true, one thing didn’t, Donnie Chin didn’t want to be put on a pedestal. It was possibly his one identifiable point of anger. He was the odd man out in his reflexive dedication, in his protective instincts, but, while he wasn’t reproachful, he didn’t want to be so singular. In his heart he seemed to wonder why more people weren’t committed to the public welfare.
When Hon. Wm. R. Anderson of Tennessee said of Robert Kennedy, “This was a man superbly and vibrantly alive. To many perceptive young observers his became the style of endeavor for late 20th century Americans: vigorous, purposeful, well educated, multifaceted,” I do indeed see Donnie Chin. When Rep. Stratton of New York spoke about Eleanor Roosevelt he mentioned her courage and grace, while pointing out that it was easy to “brush her off” and “make light of her efforts.” Again I hear Donnie Chin’s name.
Donnie Chin’s life speaks for himself. All of us are sorry and in reflexive prayer. We’ll never understand.
II
It will always be said that a letter like this did nothing but harm, a tasteless sideshow to a community disappointment and tragedy, but I have long complained of chaptering and indeed, shortly after I came back here, partially motivated by NWAsianWeekly's concern for my whereabouts, and Donnie Chin's death, but that then the synagogue across the street from my mother's house was shot up in a massacre that killed people I have known since baby school. I cannot imagine how horrid it must be to be asked to consider that someone you loved was killed for no good reason better than to compound the humiliation of someone like me, especially if this case stays a dead end.
Aside from providing false motive in having been very pissed off at Seattle when I went back to Pittsburgh, Donnie Chin was killed on my last day of class and in fact my Honors Pin was something I so hoped to prove myself to Chinatown by that when I couldn't find the people I was looking for when I visited I sent it to a Harborview case worker to try for me again. When I had stopped by to say hello and show my pride to Mr. Chin, I learned the shocking news. This makes me feel like a jinx, in fact, it makes me a jinx, and all I am asking about this receipt of an Honors medal on my last day is who is the poet here? Clearly, Donnie Chin was not really killed to give homage to the invisible man.
I hate admitting this not because I am afraid of him, although maybe I should be, but because I am afraid his rights will be violated, I am afraid of hurting an innocent person with my words, but I became suspicious of NWAsianWeekly's Andrew Cho because of how my mouth was poisoned by Sound Mental Health Green Party associates of Aaron Dixon after I came back. Cho was yapping about vulgar things people put in their mouths around the world in class shortly after it got me. That crowd has long tormented me. In fact, in Pittsburgh Martin Sheen and Peter Gabriel personally both took turns. So I have this Honors Pin and my notebooks very clearly were marked LAST DAY with Mr. Chin's date of death. What's this? It looks to me like taunting intended to silence or relish by chaptering. In Pittsburgh, when Chin, a Korean girl, taught me sign language, she was raped. Gregory Chin is crossing the Union line by admitting that scientific evidence supports my claim to having been slaughteringly battered as a little child.
The journalism lobby, with the exception of NWAsianWeekly is very stubborn keeping me in the dark as a muse in a series of chaptering crimes. Behind this can only be tyranny. I don't like being a fractitious element in Chinatown to put it mildly but it is hard not to notice that a machine organization is taking issue with me. It's gone on too long, and despite the best efforts of psychiatry to shut me down, it has always been conspicuous. Dr. Chin, being unusually honest, probably wonders why no one else has ever seemed to think so by what he saw in my eyes.
Sort of closing this letter now, I do not buy the claim that I am being punished for something, beyond the fact that there are some indications of targeting because my father's fleet was off Northern Japan, a strange riddle of the sphinx. Whatever else the idea that I did something wrong and deserve it is a total invention. Donnie Chin deserved it? Chin who taught me sign did? The innocent people in the house of worship? I'm different? As criminally insane as it obviously is, there is no doubt from the poetry, if you will, that they are militarily proficient. Nor do I credit the horrid idea that they are the designated voice of multicultural wailing that they make themselves out to be at every turn, while often not bothering to hide how it makes them laugh. That is what they have pulled off that makes any investigation, much less one of mine, a dead end.
With regard to the photograph that was in my facebook and computer of the samurai picture that Mr. Chin sold me that has been over my most personal study desk some twenty years from Sun May coupled side by side with a painting from New Zealand that includes a painted bullet hole, I simply liked having them both. I did send the painting back which infuriated him. You see, the Green Party slipped me a Marxist book on Art possession after I came back and engaged in a tug of war over paintings Sound still has. This is their cult about which Lewis Hyde wrote a book. The Hyde name was also evoked by Bard College in part of a long story and indexes to Burstyn from the Exorcist, the name on the script. Their Indexology, a term Cho taught to me, is some sort of foundational guerilla narrative about the AIDS attack. I have said so many times and am not the least unsure. Joe was teaching me Business Math for my diploma when he stepped out and he or his staff evidently wrote, "LAST DAY" and the date on the blackboard because it appears exactly that way in my notebook. I told NWAsianWeekly, including a scan, at once upon discovery.
Socially, I am perfectly aware that although Chin was honest and Wen is not that Ming Na Wen got hold of the Burstyn script, is a confederate of Cho and ethnically more welcome in Chinatown. I can't do anything about that intellectual precinct in things. I love Chinatown. I don't profess to be Donnie Chin's favorite person, far from it, but he was always my friend, as he was all his customers. I was deeply charmed and happy to find his sister keeping Sun May so vibrant. I found him engaging and was quick to note the depth of his learning. I don't believe this had anything to do with me personally, as one of these malcontents himself once told me, it wasn't personal but it still had to be me, is how he put it. The stalking and shadowing is certainly something I could use help with, but, they don't like Security and reactively lash at it, because they claim to be sacred emissaries of trust or something.
Hope this finds you well,
I made a point of mentioning this to police after the vigil.
Best to you,
Mac Crary
see NW Asian Weekly Aug. 1, 2019 re: Leroy B.
III
The metanarrative structure that surrounded the death of Donnie Chin was accompanied by some evidence I found in my Business Math notebook while living in Pittsburgh where I had copied from the blackboard, I guess, the date he died captioned only: LAST DAY. I turned a scan over to NWAsianWeekly and came back. I don’t mind representing my views concerning Donnie Chin. At the time I also represented my psychic whereabouts in the event that a ruse was created to implicate me because while a fan of Donnie Chin I do have a smoldering anger towards some of the authorities and other persons of interest, requiring me to do many ministrations to the name of non-violence that is perfectly ridiculous anyways, seeing as that I am an unarmed, non-violent man, much inclined towards the judicial system framework of a regulatory democratic society. Someone may dislike this enough to present me as a casus belli for the ends of sabotage. It has happened before.
The group of perpetrators using targets around me also represent themselves as progressive thinkers. One of their shrewdest angles is to criticize themselves. For example, they will gladly open up on the idea that Obama was a token to mollify blacks while making clear they will never discuss the drastic action of the AIDS attack. It may be a mistake to look deeper than Chin’s utility to them as an Asian martyr.
Donnie’s death seems to me to have been an idea that originated at Bryn Mawr and was arranged by the Warhol Museum. Chin set himself up by his intellectual support for the idea of distinguishing between the hauckenkreuze of Nazi Germany and the Buddhist swastika, which isn’t safe under the prevailing situation. Warhol is selling the idea of morphing it back into a sacred symbol as a eulogy for Lennon’s will in the AIDS attack. Ono’s hand was almost certainly behind Chin’s murder.
The philosophical dimension of the attack was prior scripted at Bryn Mawr to speak for Lennon (helped by Mae Brussell and Gail Burstyn) as though to say now that I am dead here is my will. The Spirit Foundation was created for this ends before his fictive demise by Lennon in the name of Amnesty For All and demanded that I Apologize formally to Yoko Ono after men named Kasper brutally tortured me as a symbol of the Texas Navy in WW2 with the soundtrack, “it will be just like starting over.” Images of Gail Burstyn’s archetype, created by DeMille and King Edward for the Holy War plan of Hitler’s avenging angel of karma, are in such films as Ayn Rand’s “We, the Living,” and Seattle Center. Rand’s fiction specializes in the fake, strategic, high purpose disappearance of prime mover powerful men. In “We, the Living,” the archetype is clapping her hands over her ears while a voice overs, “It will be just like starting over.”
The Bryn Mawr script came from Israeli holocaust survivors. A namesake of Yoko Ono’s partner Diamonda Galas, who was in both immunogenetics and Satanism in the 70’s, a woman called, “Dia,” from Der Mond’s circle of friends, and N.Y. Voodoo Museum, called me on the Japanese anniversary of Pearl Harbor to claim Lennon was dead on Dec. 8, 1980.
The sociology team that killed Donnie Chin don’t even mind being found out, they are taunting America openly, since evidently The White House approves and there is nothing anyone seemingly can do. The fake death of Lennon is a brilliant game allowing the attackers to kill and kill again remorselessly masquerading as avenging the victims. The idea of using Double Fantasy this ways was prior planned, and the Spirit of Kasper all mapped out ingeniously to the tune of the swastika’s double meaning, you can do the same thing with the Japanese sign language word for brother which is the middle finger, all of which harks its tune from analogy to the Harp of Burma, an esoteric film.
The British fascists of Oswald Mosley in other words are mocking the dreams of the expendables. It’s typical of them.
At the time of this writing, awaiting toxicology, media is pressuring the Kennedys to call it suicide.