Warts and all Index
Warts And All
A rough draft of the spiritual autobiography of Joseph B Wilson
Copyright 2003 by Joseph B Wilson
On some things Tony simply would not compromise. For example when the season of Spring indicated a sexual union between Mab and Bririn (as shown by the mating of the birds and the pollination of flowers), nothing would do but to include that as a part of the celebration. I objected, not because of some prudish personality traits, but because our membership consisted of 80 to 90 percent men and there would be a large imbalance.
(In fact since I founded The Waxing Moon 80 to 90 percent or more of the people who subscribed or wrote to me were men. The major complaint of those involved in the Old Religion was that they couldn't find enough women who were interested. -- my how times have changed!)
I felt that everyone who wanted to participate in that should be able to do so, but with that imbalance it would not be possible. We finally compromised a little -- we agreed that the women who attended would select among themselves who would represent Mab. The men would who wanted to represent Bririn would enter a contest of poetic and physical skills with Mab being the judge. The one She selected would participate with her in that part of the celebration.
Some thought that, at the appropriate part of the ceremony, they should go off to a private area to consummate the union. Tony strongly objected, so the representatives of the Goddess and God had sex in the center of the circle while the of the rest of the participants watched. Although this worked OK the first couple of times, the practice caused dissension and near dissolution (due to jealousy) of Pagan Movement a few years later.
People would come from all over the island to attend my open meetings. Since they came from great distances we'd let them crash over night if they wanted.
Eventually the P.E.A.C.E. movement people decided to attend an anti-war protest held at Speakers Corner in London, and go to a demonstration/concert afterwards. I was told that according to British custom anyone can say anything (including threaten the Queen or advocate the violent overthrow of the government) at Speakers Corner without fear of legal reprisal. There are always soap box speakers there, advocating any of a number of causes, some quite offbeat (like the worship of dogs), and some just politics. The OSI asked me to attend this function and insisted I take my camera and shoot a few rolls of film.
I made arrangements to ride down on the bus the movement had chartered, along with the Oxford Student and a few other GIs from RAF Upper Heyford and RAF Croughton, a neighboring base. Daisy wanted to go to, so she took a train and met us at Speaker's Corner. She brought all five children with her. We should have known this would attract attention, but the thought never crossed our minds.
When we joined the groups at Speakers Corner we walked through, saying nothing. On the way through a newspaper reporter from the Daily Worker, England's communist newspaper, took pictures of my family and tried to interview me. I gave some non-committal answer and followed the group to the place where the "concert" was to be held.
The concert turned out to be an anti Viet Nam war rally at which several celebrities, including Jane Fonda and Vanessa Redgrave were present. I took a couple of 36-exposure rolls of film, of the entertainers on stage, the audience, and those milling around. During my latter shooting Vanessa Redgrave saw me and walked up to me with a pig mask on. She took it off and sneered. I took her photo, then asked her to put the mask on again so I could take another one. She did, then left.
Back at the base I turned the film over to the OSI the following Monday morning. By then the Daily Worker had published their edition, and there I was, along with Daisy and the kids, on the front page -- hailed as a model of American youth. The Special Agents of the OSI showed me the paper and made jokes about it. I started to get more nervous than usual.
On a Friday a week later the OSI called me into their office again. This time they showed me the developed pictures I had taken and asked me if I recognized them as mine. I looked through them and said yes, since there were some shots I took that were of unique subjects (such as Vanessa Redgrave in the pig mask on one roll and, and an attractive girl whose well shaped butt stretched her jeans to the limit on the other). I did this so I would remember those shots and be able to recognize my film. The Special Agents asked me if I recognized anyone else in the pictures, and I said no. Then they showed me an enlargement of one of my audience shots. They pointed out the circled the image of one man and asked if I knew him. I said I'd never seen him before and didn't even know who was in the shot.
They were pleased that I got that picture. The man was an attorney named Captain Culver, who worked in a base legal office at one of the other stations. The OSI had kept him under surveillance for several years due to his activities while he was stationed in Viet Nam. He served three consecutive years there (instead of the mandatory one), and while there lived off base with a Vietnamese prostitute who was a known Viet Cong agent. Although the OSI never gathered enough proof for a Courts Martial, they were certain that Culver had been passing troop movement, and other classified information through that woman to North Viet Nam.
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