In 1972 a doctor who later studied Delgado's database
told me that the people who were selling LSD to US
youth were experimenting to discover how much
arsenic or belladona to add to the LSD to make it
"cause a bad trip". As far as selling it to teenagers
and college students and street people, a particular
batch was soon marked as bad and the market
could avoid it, but people like Frank Olson were
not given a choice. I imagine that the worst thing
was thinking that they had changed, that they
were really like "bad acid" or even good LSD made
them think and feel and hallucinate. They would
be driven by something akin to guilt and shame
toward killing themselves, or perhaps to a display
of displeasure with their state that would excuse
throwing them out a window as if they killed
themselves. Olson was not the only one, but he
would not have killed himself because he knew
from vast experience that an LSD trip made only
temporary changes that were not his fault.
As far as which changes were temporary and which
remain, it's like rape, not all temporary.
I wasn't so sure it took any additive, because a good
trip could change to a bad trip because a leaf blew
across the sidewalk, chasing all the warm sunshine
away. Then would ensue one of those interminable
annoyances known as a bad trip, a great bother
best endured while curled up in a fetal position.
Time healed most of those wounds and Frank
Olson knew that. He didn't jump, as the exhumation
and autopsy proved.
We obtained woodrose and dmt from ANDCO, owned
by our family friend, Caldwell King aka Col JC King.
They called dmt a "military incapacitating drug",
playing on "dm", in dmt, for de-militarizing. CIA
is not called The Funny Farm for nothing.
Once the experimenters children what they called
"STP", which was a play on the automobile oil
additive called STP. They were saying "additive",
like they added it to Glickman's drink, they spiked
drinks, they slipped a mickie, "STP", meaning
they used it as an additive, meaning they did
not always tell people like Glickman or Olson.
A friend of mine was arrested at one of the DC
Vietnam war protests. He blocked a toilet at
DC jail with a role of toilet paper, flooding the
floor and the other cells. He was taken to an
address near the Drug Fair on K St NW, near
where my father worked for CIA. MKULTRA
clinicians injected him with a "world's record
dose of Thorazine". They laughed at him, as
Funny Farmers cultivating a vegetative state.
He was never quite the same, but he only played
more practical jokes on his captors, some real
Houdini jokes, more not less, that was his problem.
He let himself become pre-occupied with dialogging
with spammers, with worthless losers inhabited by
cackling, dependent, derivative, dribbling
nothingness, before there was email.
-Bob
RoadsEnd wrote:
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*Thursday, July 21, 2005*
*World's Worst Excerpt -- The Maddest Mad Scientist: The CIA’s Dr.
Sidney Gottlieb* Here's an excerpt from my new book /THE WORLD'S
WORST: A Guide to the Most Disgusting, Hideous, Inept and
Dangerous, People, Places and Things on Earth/ <http://
boingboing.net/cgi-bin/clicker.cgi?http://www.amazon.com/exec/
obidos/ASIN/0811846067/boingboing>. (See prvious entries: "The
Least Adorable Pet: Miracle Mike The Headless Chicken <http://
www.boingboing.net/2005/06/09/worlds_worst_excerpt.html>" and The
Least Healthy Diet: Breatharianism <http://www.boingboing.net/
2005/06/17/worlds_worst_excerpt.html>)
“The Maddest Mad Scientist” The CIA’s Dr. Sidney Gottlieb
On a warm autumn evening in Paris in 1952, a 25-year-old, up-and-
coming American artist named Stanley Glickman was enjoying a
coffee at his favorite haunt, the Café Dome in Montparnasse.
Perhaps he spent the moment thinking of his Canadian girlfriend
who was touring Europe at the time, or of the painting he’d
completed that was hanging in New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art.
In any case, Glickman’s musings were interrupted when an
acquaintance approached him and invited him to have a drink across
the street at the Café Select. He accepted. There, the artist and
his companion were joined by an unfamiliar group of Americans.
Dressed in unfashionably straight-laced clothing, the strangers
espoused political beliefs that were highly disagreeable to
Glickman. After hours of hotly contested debate, the artist
decided to pay his part of the bill and go home, but one of the
strangers—a man with a clubfoot—insisted on buying him a drink as
a way to make up for their argument. Instead of calling over the
waiter who’d been serving drinks to the party all evening, the
clubfooted man went to the bar himself and bought a Chartreuse for
Glickman.
Before he even finished his cocktail, Glickman began to feel
“funny.” The walls appeared to move, the electric lights in the
café were ringed with halos, and wine bottles seemed to levitate
on Glickman’s silent behest. Another member of the party told
Glickman that he was now capable of “performing miracles.”
Unbeknownst to Glickman, the clubfooted man had spiked his drink
with LSD. The aftereffects of the acid trip sent him into a
lifelong tailspin of psychosis, electroshock therapy, and
terrifying hallucinations. He had no idea what had happened to him—
this was 1952, at least a decade before most people had even heard
of the drug. His social life was destroyed. He never had another
romantic relationship (he told his Canadian girlfriend to leave
him before he ruined her life). He took on a series of odd jobs,
including cleaning furniture at a secondhand store. Glickman, who
once had a promising future in the arts, never painted again.
Who was the mysterious poisoner? In all likelihood, it was Sidney
Gottlieb, a man who dosed many other unsuspecting people with
powerful hallucinogenic drugs during the 1950s. Infiltrating the
seedier neighborhoods of San Francisco and New York, he poisoned
prostitutes and their customers just to see what would happen.
The authorities were aware of Gottlieb’s activities but did
nothing to stop him. That may seem strange, until you learn that
the man was an authority himself. For 22 years, Dr. Sidney
Gottlieb ran the technical services division of the CIA and
oversaw the CIA’s MK-ULTRA program, an illegal drug and mind-
control campaign launched during the height of Cold War paranoia.
In addition to developing poison darts and toxic handkerchiefs for
assassinating leaders of Communist governments, Dr. Gottlieb ran
clandestine drug experiments on unsuspecting U.S. citizens. (It’s
not known exactly how many people were dosed, because in 1973 the
director of the CIA, Richard Helms, ordered almost all records
pertaining to MK-ULTRA to be destroyed.)
Gottlieb typically selected prisoners, poor people, petty
criminals, and the mentally ill for his test subjects, since they
were the least likely to be taken seriously should they have the
temerity to complain about being drugged without their knowledge
or consent by an upper-echelon federal official. (In all fairness,
Gottlieb also enjoyed slipping mind-altering drugs into the drinks
of his fellow CIA cronies, just for grins.) MK-ULTRA also ran
tests on “willing” volunteers, like the seven people in Kentucky
who were given LSD for 77 days in a row.
It’s not known how many lives were ruined as a result of
Gottlieb’s hallucinogenic high jinks, but there’s at least one
documented case of a death resulting from his experiments. In
1953, at a U.S. Army research retreat at the Deep Creek Lodge in
western Maryland, Gottlieb spiked after-dinner drinks with LSD
without letting his fellow diners in on the joke. Frank Olson, a
43-year-old germ warfare researcher, became very disturbed by the
experience. When he returned home, his wife and three children
could hardly recognize the formerly jovial husband and father.
They didn’t have much of a chance to get to know this chemically
transformed man, because nine days later, he jumped to his death
from a 13-story window.
While some might call this murder, you have to remember that Dr.
Gottlieb was acting in the interest of national security. In fact,
during the 1977 Senate hearing on CIA abuses, Gottlieb told the
committee that dosing unsuspecting human guinea pigs with drugs
was justified. “Harsh as it may sound in retrospect,” he
testified, “it was felt that in an issue where national survival
might be concerned, such a procedure and such a risk was a
reasonable one to take.”
Give credit to Gottlieb for being smart enough to work for an
organization that would not only allow him to poison and murder
people with such aplomb, but would also protect him from the
consequences awaiting any other sociopath. Olson’s widow fought
years of heartrending legal battles until Congress agreed to award
her $750,000 in exchange for releasing the CIA from liability.
Glickman never received compensation for his unwilling role as a
drug test subject. In fact, after he died in 1992, his sister sued
the government. Despite the evidence against Gottlieb, the jury
ruled against her. As for Gottlieb, he enjoyed his final years
indulging his passions for folk dancing and goat breeding on his
farm not far from CIA headquarters in Reston, Virginia. He died in
1999 at the age of 80. While his family refused to disclose the
cause his death, it’s not likely that /he/ died as the result of a
drug-induced suicidal jump from a hotel window. Link <http://
boingboing.net/cgi-bin/clicker.cgi?http://www.amazon.com/exec/
obidos/ASIN/0811846067/boingboing>
Reader comment: ScottG in NYC says: "Mark - thanks for the mention
of the Frank Olson case. Every student in America should have
Orwell's 1984 <http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0451524934/
boingboing> and this site put up by his family on their required
reading list. At the risk of sounding like a dinosaur (which I'm
certainly not), I think Springsteen put it best: 'blind faith in
your leaders can get you killed.' Sadly, Frank is (non)living
proof... :(" Frank Olson Legacy Project <http://
www.frankolsonproject.org/>
Reader comment:eli <http://www.unmediated.org/> says: "You might
also might to check out GNN's NewsVideo The Most Dangerous Game:
'The Most Dangerous Game traces the history of top-secret CIA mind
control operation MK-ULTRA: from the covert importation of NAZI
scientists at the end of WWII, to the illegal brainwashing
experiments conducted on the patients of world famous psychiatric
researcher, Dr. Ewen Cameron -- cut to the pulsing hypnotica of
Mitchell Akiyama.'" Link <http://gnn.tv/videos/3/
The_Most_Dangerous_Game>
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*More on the CIA's evil genius, Dr. Sidney Gottleib*
After reading my book excerpt <http://www.boingboing.net/
2005/07/21/worlds_worst_excerpt.html> about the CIA's maddest mad
scientist, Sidney Gottleib, Adrian McCarthy says: "I recently
learned of Gottleib while researching for a novel I'm writing
(just finished first draft--woo hoo!). Here are some additional
tidbits I picked up:
"When Frank Olson's wife died, his children had Frank Olson
exhumed so that he could be moved to the same cemetery. They took
that opportunity to have an autopsy performed, which concluded
that Olsen was struck in the head before falling to his death in
New York, suggesting homicide.
"The apology and payout to the Olson family from the Ford
administration to settle the lawsuit brought by the family was
supposedly at to the urging of Cheney and Rumsfeld (yes, the same
ones). Because the death was related to classified information,
they argued, the government would not be able to mount a defense
to the lawsuit.
"Gottleib had taken Olson to New York to try to help him recover
from his changed state. But there were few psychiatric
professionals with clearance to know what had been done to him. So
while in New York, Gottleib also took him to meet a magician named
Mullholland, hoping the illusionist could do a few tricks to cheer
him up. Mullholland knew a bit about MK-ULTRA. He wrote a sleight-
of-hand book for the CIA as part of an MK-ULTRA subproject. The
book primarily focuses on teaching operatives how to drug people
without there knowledge. The book itself is still classified.
"You mentioned that Gottleib picked victims in the seedy parts of
San Francisco, but, in fact, he also worked in one of the nicer
neighborhoods of the city by the bay. There is a duplex on 225
Chestnut Street, up on Telegraph hill, that was rented under the
assumed name Morgan Hall. The CIA set it up like a brothel. They
bribed prostitutes (with drugs) to bring their clients up where
they were drugged unwittingly and then observed. (The prostitutes
were 'paid' with drugs, and the clients were drugged unwittingly.)
The same apartment was also used by the DEA for sting operations
on drug dealers."
Reader comment: Duncan says: "The documentary /Crazy Rulers of the
World/, by the journalist Jon Ronson suggests an alternative
explanation to Frank Olson's death. Ronson interviewed one of
Olson's colleagues who said that Olson was aware he had been
dosed, was laughing about it and that it had no ill effects. There
was no autopsy done on Olson's corpse when he was buried, but
Olson's son had the body exhumed and examined. Forensic study
suggested that Olson had received a blow to the back of the head,
possibly from a gun butt, before he fell to his death. Olson's son
also notes that his fathers melancholia and death came shortly
after visits to Europe and there is evidence to suggest that he
was party to the torture and killing of Cold War detainees. It is
suggested a crisis of conscience caused his distress and eventual
assassination by his CIA colleagues concerned about his loyalty."
Reader comment: Jamie <http://www.semioclast.com/> says: "This
article from Counter Punch details even more despicable and creepy
research projects that Gottlieb was part of <http://
www.counterpunch.org/gottlieb.html>. It even mentions the
suspicious circumstances of Gottleib's own death:"
Gottlieb's passing came at a convenient time for the CIA, just as
several new trials involving victims of its experiments were being
brought. Those who had talked to Gottlieb in the past few years
say that the chemist believed that the Agency was trying to make
him the fall guy for the entire program. Some speculate that
Gottlieb may have been ready to spill the goods on a wide range of
CIA programs.
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In 1972 a doctor who later studied Delgado's database<br>
told me that the people who were selling LSD to US<br>
youth were experimenting to discover how much<br>
arsenic or belladona to add to the LSD to make it<br>
"cause a bad trip". As far as selling it to teenagers<br>
and college students and street people, a particular<br>
batch was soon marked as bad and the market<br>
could avoid it, but people like Frank Olson were<br>
not given a choice. I imagine that the worst thing<br>
was thinking that they had changed, that they<br>
were really like "bad acid" or even good LSD made<br>
them think and feel and hallucinate. They would<br>
be driven by something akin to guilt and shame<br>
toward killing themselves, or perhaps to a display<br>
of displeasure with their state that would excuse<br>
throwing them out a window as if they killed<br>
themselves. Olson was not the only one, but he<br>
would not have killed himself because he knew<br>
from vast experience that an LSD trip made only<br>
temporary changes that were not his fault.<br>
<br>
As far as which changes were temporary and which<br>
remain, it's like rape, not all temporary.<br>
<br>
I wasn't so sure it took any additive, because a good<br>
trip could change to a bad trip because a leaf blew<br>
across the sidewalk, chasing all the warm sunshine<br>
away. Then would ensue one of those interminable<br>
annoyances known as a bad trip, a great bother<br>
best endured while curled up in a fetal position.<br>
Time healed most of those wounds and Frank<br>
Olson knew that. He didn't jump, as the exhumation<br>
and autopsy proved.<br>
<br>
We obtained woodrose and dmt from ANDCO, owned<br>
by our family friend, Caldwell King aka Col JC King.<br>
<br>
They called dmt a "military incapacitating drug",<br>
playing on "dm", in dmt, for de-militarizing. CIA<br>
is not called The Funny Farm for nothing.<br>
<br>
Once the experimenters children what they called<br>
"STP", which was a play on the automobile oil<br>
additive called STP. They were saying "additive",<br>
like they added it to Glickman's drink, they spiked<br>
drinks, they slipped a mickie, "STP", meaning<br>
they used it as an additive, meaning they did<br>
not always tell people like Glickman or Olson.<br>
<br>
A friend of mine was arrested at one of the DC<br>
Vietnam war protests. He blocked a toilet at<br>
DC jail with a role of toilet paper, flooding the<br>
floor and the other cells. He was taken to an<br>
address near the Drug Fair on K St NW, near<br>
where my father worked for CIA. MKULTRA<br>
clinicians injected him with a "world's record<br>
dose of Thorazine". They laughed at him, as<br>
Funny Farmers cultivating a vegetative state.<br>
He was never quite the same, but he only played<br>
more practical jokes on his captors, some real<br>
Houdini jokes, more not less, that was his problem.<br>
He let himself become pre-occupied with dialogging<br>
with spammers, with worthless losers inhabited by<br>
cackling, dependent, derivative, dribbling<br>
nothingness, before there was email.<br>
<br>
-Bob<br>
<br>
RoadsEnd wrote:
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<p style="margin: 0px 0px 17px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;"><b>Thursday, July 21, 2005</b></span></
font></p>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;"><b>World's Worst Excerpt -- The Maddest Mad
Scientist: The CIA’s Dr. Sidney Gottlieb</b></span></font><font
class="Apple-style-span" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span
class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;"> </span></
font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">Here's an excerpt from my new book </
span></font><a href="http://boingboing.net/cgi-bin/clicker.cgi?
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0811846067/
boingboing"><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#0f00ef"
face="Verdana" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;"><i>THE WORLD'S
WORST: A Guide to the Most Disgusting, Hideous, Inept and Dangerous,
People, Places and Things on Earth</i></span></font></a><font
class="Apple-style-span" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span
class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">. (See prvious
entries: "</span></font><a href="http://www.boingboing.net/
2005/06/09/worlds_worst_excerpt.html"><font class="Apple-style-
span" color="#0f00ef" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span
class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">The Least Adorable
Pet: Miracle Mike The Headless Chicken</span></font></a><font
class="Apple-style-span" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span
class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">" and </span></
font><a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2005/06/17/
worlds_worst_excerpt.html"><font class="Apple-style-span"
color="#0f00ef" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-
style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">The Least Healthy
Diet: Breatharianism</span></font></a><font class="Apple-style-
span" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-
span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">)</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">“The Maddest Mad Scientist” The CIA’s Dr.
Sidney Gottlieb</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">On a warm autumn evening in Paris in 1952,
a 25-year-old, up-and-coming American artist named Stanley Glickman
was
enjoying a coffee at his favorite haunt, the Café Dome in
Montparnasse.
Perhaps he spent the moment thinking of his Canadian girlfriend who
was
touring Europe at the time, or of the painting he’d completed that was
hanging in New York’s Metropolitan Museum of Art.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">In any case, Glickman’s musings were
interrupted when an acquaintance approached him and invited him to
have
a drink across the street at the Café Select. He accepted. There, the
artist and his companion were joined by an unfamiliar group of
Americans. Dressed in unfashionably straight-laced clothing, the
strangers espoused political beliefs that were highly disagreeable to
Glickman. After hours of hotly contested debate, the artist decided to
pay his part of the bill and go home, but one of the strangers—a man
with a clubfoot—insisted on buying him a drink as a way to make up for
their argument. Instead of calling over the waiter who’d been serving
drinks to the party all evening, the clubfooted man went to the bar
himself and bought a Chartreuse for Glickman.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">Before he even finished his cocktail,
Glickman began to feel “funny.” The walls appeared to move, the
electric lights in the café were ringed with halos, and wine bottles
seemed to levitate on Glickman’s silent behest. Another member of the
party told Glickman that he was now capable of “performing
miracles.”</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">Unbeknownst to Glickman, the clubfooted man
had spiked his drink with LSD. The aftereffects of the acid trip sent
him into a lifelong tailspin of psychosis, electroshock therapy, and
terrifying hallucinations. He had no idea what had happened to him—
this
was 1952, at least a decade before most people had even heard of the
drug. His social life was destroyed. He never had another romantic
relationship (he told his Canadian girlfriend to leave him before he
ruined her life). He took on a series of odd jobs, including cleaning
furniture at a secondhand store. Glickman, who once had a promising
future in the arts, never painted again.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">Who was the mysterious poisoner? In all
likelihood, it was Sidney Gottlieb, a man who dosed many other
unsuspecting people with powerful hallucinogenic drugs during the
1950s. Infiltrating the seedier neighborhoods of San Francisco and New
York, he poisoned prostitutes and their customers just to see what
would happen.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">The authorities were aware of Gottlieb’s
activities but did nothing to stop him. That may seem strange, until
you learn that the man was an authority himself. For 22 years, Dr.
Sidney Gottlieb ran the technical services division of the CIA and
oversaw the CIA’s MK-ULTRA program, an illegal drug and mind-control
campaign launched during the height of Cold War paranoia. In addition
to developing poison darts and toxic handkerchiefs for assassinating
leaders of Communist governments, Dr. Gottlieb ran clandestine drug
experiments on unsuspecting U.S. citizens. (It’s not known exactly how
many people were dosed, because in 1973 the director of the CIA,
Richard Helms, ordered almost all records pertaining to MK-ULTRA to be
destroyed.)</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">Gottlieb typically selected prisoners, poor
people, petty criminals, and the mentally ill for his test subjects,
since they were the least likely to be taken seriously should they
have
the temerity to complain about being drugged without their
knowledge or
consent by an upper-echelon federal official. (In all fairness,
Gottlieb also enjoyed slipping mind-altering drugs into the drinks of
his fellow CIA cronies, just for grins.) MK-ULTRA also ran tests on
“willing” volunteers, like the seven people in Kentucky who were given
LSD for 77 days in a row.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">It’s not known how many lives were ruined
as a result of Gottlieb’s hallucinogenic high jinks, but there’s at
least one documented case of a death resulting from his
experiments. In
1953, at a U.S. Army research retreat at the Deep Creek Lodge in
western Maryland, Gottlieb spiked after-dinner drinks with LSD without
letting his fellow diners in on the joke. Frank Olson, a 43-year-old
germ warfare researcher, became very disturbed by the experience. When
he returned home, his wife and three children could hardly recognize
the formerly jovial husband and father. They didn’t have much of a
chance to get to know this chemically transformed man, because nine
days later, he jumped to his death from a 13-story window.</span></
font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">While some might call this murder, you have
to remember that Dr. Gottlieb was acting in the interest of national
security. In fact, during the 1977 Senate hearing on CIA abuses,
Gottlieb told the committee that dosing unsuspecting human guinea pigs
with drugs was justified. “Harsh as it may sound in retrospect,” he
testified, “it was felt that in an issue where national survival might
be concerned, such a procedure and such a risk was a reasonable one to
take.”</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">Give credit to Gottlieb for being smart
enough to work for an organization that would not only allow him to
poison and murder people with such aplomb, but would also protect him
from the consequences awaiting any other sociopath. Olson’s widow
fought years of heartrending legal battles until Congress agreed to
award her $750,000 in exchange for releasing the CIA from liability.
Glickman never received compensation for his unwilling role as a drug
test subject. In fact, after he died in 1992, his sister sued the
government. Despite the evidence against Gottlieb, the jury ruled
against her. As for Gottlieb, he enjoyed his final years indulging his
passions for folk dancing and goat breeding on his farm not far from
CIA headquarters in Reston, Virginia. He died in 1999 at the age of
80.
While his family refused to disclose the cause his death, it’s not
likely that </span></font><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Verdana" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;"><i>he</i></span></font><font
class="Apple-style-span" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span
class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;"> died as the
result of a drug-induced suicidal jump from a hotel window. </
span></font><a href="http://boingboing.net/cgi-bin/clicker.cgi?
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0811846067/
boingboing"><font class="Apple-style-span" color="#0f00ef"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">Link</span></font></a></div>
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 12px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
color="#fb0000" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-
style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Reader comment:</span></
font><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">
ScottG in NYC
says: "Mark - thanks for the mention of the Frank Olson case. Every
student in America should have Orwell's </span><a href="http://
www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0451524934/boingboing"><font
class="Apple-style-span" color="#0f00ef"><span class="Apple-style-
span" style="line-height: 18px;">1984</span></font></a><span
class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"> and this site put
up by his family on their required reading list. At the risk of
sounding like a dinosaur (which I'm certainly not), I think
Springsteen
put it best: 'blind faith in your leaders can get you killed.' Sadly,
Frank is (non)living proof... :(" </span><a href="http://
www.frankolsonproject.org/"><font class="Apple-style-span"
color="#0f00ef"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-
height: 18px;">Frank Olson Legacy Project</span></font></a></p>
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 12px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
color="#fb0000" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-
style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Reader comment:</span></
font><a href="http://www.unmediated.org/";><font class="Apple-
style-span" color="#0f00ef" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span
class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">eli</span></
font></a><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Lucida Grande"
size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:
12.8px;"> says: "You might
also might to check out GNN's NewsVideo The Most Dangerous Game: 'The
Most Dangerous Game traces the history of top-secret CIA mind control
operation MK-ULTRA: from the covert importation of NAZI scientists at
the end of WWII, to the illegal brainwashing experiments conducted on
the patients of world famous psychiatric researcher, Dr. Ewen Cameron
-- cut to the pulsing hypnotica of Mitchell Akiyama.'" </span></
font><a href="http://gnn.tv/videos/3/
The_Most_Dangerous_Game"><font class="Apple-style-span"
color="#0f00ef" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-
style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Link</span></font></
a><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Lucida Grande"
size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:
12.8px;"> </span></font></p>
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="line-height: 18px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;"><b>====</b></span></font></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="line-height: 18px;"><a class="moz-txt-link-freetext"
href="http://www.boingboing.net/";>http://www.boingboing.net/</a></
span></p>
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="line-height: 18px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;"><b>More on the CIA's evil genius, Dr.
Sidney Gottleib</b></span></font></span></p>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">After reading my </span></font><a
href="http://www.boingboing.net/2005/07/21/
worlds_worst_excerpt.html"><font class="Apple-style-span"
color="#0f00ef" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-
style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">book excerpt</span></font></
a><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Lucida Grande"
size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:
12.8px;"> about the CIA's
maddest mad scientist, Sidney Gottleib, Adrian McCarthy says: "I
recently learned of Gottleib while researching for a novel I'm writing
(just finished first draft--woo hoo!). Here are some additional
tidbits
I picked up:</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">"When Frank Olson's wife died, his children
had Frank Olson exhumed so that he could be moved to the same
cemetery.
They took that opportunity to have an autopsy performed, which
concluded that Olsen was struck in the head before falling to his
death
in New York, suggesting homicide.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">"The apology and payout to the Olson family
from the Ford administration to settle the lawsuit brought by the
family was supposedly at to the urging of Cheney and Rumsfeld (yes,
the
same ones). Because the death was related to classified information,
they argued, the government would not be able to mount a defense to
the
lawsuit.</span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">"Gottleib had taken Olson to New York to
try to help him recover from his changed state. But there were few
psychiatric professionals with clearance to know what had been done to
him. So while in New York, Gottleib also took him to meet a magician
named Mullholland, hoping the illusionist could do a few tricks to
cheer him up. Mullholland knew a bit about MK-ULTRA. He wrote a
sleight-of-hand book for the CIA as part of an MK-ULTRA subproject.
The
book primarily focuses on teaching operatives how to drug people
without there knowledge. The book itself is still classified.</
span></font></div>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;">"You mentioned that Gottleib picked victims
in the seedy parts of San Francisco, but, in fact, he also worked in
one of the nicer neighborhoods of the city by the bay. There is a
duplex on 225 Chestnut Street, up on Telegraph hill, that was rented
under the assumed name Morgan Hall. The CIA set it up like a brothel.
They bribed prostitutes (with drugs) to bring their clients up where
they were drugged unwittingly and then observed. (The prostitutes were
'paid' with drugs, and the clients were drugged unwittingly.) The same
apartment was also used by the DEA for sting operations on drug
dealers."</span></font></div>
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 12px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
color="#fb0000" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-
style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Reader comment:</span></
font><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Lucida Grande"
size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:
12.8px;"> Duncan says: "The
documentary </span></font><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Verdana" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 12.8px;"><i>Crazy
Rulers of the World</i></span></font><font class="Apple-style-
span" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-
span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">, by the journalist Jon Ronson
suggests an
alternative explanation to Frank Olson's death. Ronson interviewed one
of Olson's colleagues who said that Olson was aware he had been dosed,
was laughing about it and that it had no ill effects. There was no
autopsy done on Olson's corpse when he was buried, but Olson's son had
the body exhumed and examined. Forensic study suggested that Olson had
received a blow to the back of the head, possibly from a gun butt,
before he fell to his death. Olson's son also notes that his fathers
melancholia and death came shortly after visits to Europe and there is
evidence to suggest that he was party to the torture and killing of
Cold War detainees. It is suggested a crisis of conscience caused his
distress and eventual assassination by his CIA colleagues concerned
about his loyalty."</span></font></p>
<p style="margin: 0px 0px 12px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
color="#fb0000" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-
style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;">Reader comment:</span></
font><a href="http://www.semioclast.com/";><font class="Apple-
style-span" color="#0f00ef" face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span
class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12.8px;"> Jamie</span></
font></a><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Lucida Grande"
size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:
12.8px;"> says: "This
article from Counter Punch details even more </span></font><a
href="http://www.counterpunch.org/gottlieb.html";><font
class="Apple-style-span" color="#0f00ef" face="Lucida Grande"
size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:
12.8px;">despicable and
creepy research projects that Gottlieb was part of</span></font></
a><font class="Apple-style-span" face="Lucida Grande"
size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:
12.8px;">. It even mentions
the suspicious circumstances of Gottleib's own death:"</span></
font></p>
<div style="margin: 0px;"><font class="Apple-style-span"
face="Lucida Grande" size="3"><span class="Apple-style-span"
style="font-size: 11.5px;">Gottlieb's passing came at a convenient
time for the CIA, just as several new trials involving victims of its
experiments were being brought. Those who had talked to Gottlieb in
the
past few years say that the chemist believed that the Agency was
trying
to make him the fall guy for the entire program. Some speculate that
Gottlieb may have been ready to spill the goods on a wide range of CIA
programs.</span></font></div>
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