Steve Jarvis:  

Hi everyone: After graduation from Carey, I attended the Academy of Aeronautics at LaGuardia Airport. I thought I would never remember someone telling me, as the seniors made canvas "airfoils" (profiles of airplane wings), that other types of "airfoils" can be made. It was to be decades before I would know what that could have meant. I served in the U.S. Navy and qualified in Nuclear Submarines with Commendation and was stationed in New London, CT. for that time. I became a Commissioned Officer several years later in the unrestricted line, earning a B.S. in Physics while in the Navy. As a child and for many years, "psy-ops" (psychological operations) found me which involved sanitizing shock, programmed behaviors, and electronic corralling techniques, which adults of the day were using on others and on others' kids. Foster children and orphans, of which Steve was one since early childhood, were put into this mix to test for long-term effects. Some of it was not pretty. Trooping on as time passed, I got back to some reading. While at Carey, I was assigned to do a paper on Ernest Hemingway. I liked going to the Hempstead Library to do the research and saw that Ernest Hemingway had come to an untimely end in 1961. At college, I did my papers on that author whenever I could, preferring to get to know one author well rather than many writers only in passing. I wondered why "that" end should come to a Nobel Prize winner as he was. I was moved by the history--and before the advent of the internet. "Somewhere" I thought there might be an answer. There just might be. And too, I took to reading other authors. The short list includes: William Sullivan's, "The Bureau: My Thirty Years In Hoover's FBI," (1979); "The American Pope: The Life And Times Of Francis Cardinal Spellman," by John Cooney (1984); "Rickover, Controversy and Genius," and others about him (Polmar, 1982); Anne Frank (The Diary, 1952). Role Models: 1. President's as F.D.R. and IKE. 2. Admiral Rickover, and those who helped along the way. I never dyed my hair or spiked it; there were no piercings, earrings, tattoos, or leisure suits, and there were no mohawk hair-do's. I was never an actor or a clown, didn't wear costumes, and didn't participate in any demonstrations. I was never a police officer or a cleric. There were however, "tricksters," now and again, who do manipulate the young and those who serve which is understatement. The Viet Nam War, as we know, found all or most of us in that time--directly--or indirectly in some way. Many of us hoped for a solution to that Conflict and we hoped it would come soon. And it did. I became interested in the plight of Human Test Subjects--youthful and adult--male and female--and am encouraged that many have worked arduously for the protection of them. A number of Federal Bureau's and Agencies have adopted the "Text of the Common Rule" which outlines such protection (see below in *School), and I would like to think its guidelines work as well at the local State level. It has been more than an incidental concern and involves how persons, young and old, can be manipulated without their knowledge and "informed" consent. In short, it has been an "experience" which I wish would not have gone by so quickly. I'd like it if we could be about 27 and that we should not qualify for senior discounts, :), drink less coffee, and meet at a "Four Seasons" and have a dinner into the early morning hours and see what it was that happened all along the way. School: A most memorable class was ceramics class in the 9th grade. Needing a project idea badly, I came up with an "ash-tray" notion, an "era" gone by--though I didn't know what a 9th grader would do with an ash tray. Class members wore "smocks" and I wondered why. It dawned on me that making clay projects was not an altogether "white glove" and dinner jacket affair. I didn't know what the turn-tables were for. The ash-tray became a heavy round circular shape with a "castle" theme at its top, and it wound up having a handle--probably for "carrying around"--if one were so inclined. It was awful. It was your worst nightmare as an art project. But it was a beginning. The next assignment involved an African ceremonial mask that didn't turn out to be half bad and which the instructor helped with, mercifully. He was kind, and so was the class. It was pretty clear that some in it were destined to work in the art world and not in a small way. The talent in it was growing and developing. About the "air"foil: it's an oblique reference to how a person can be "foiled" or undone with gaseous inhalation and is alluded to in nearly any library if you search carefully enough. Though opinions can vary, it's also in most encyclopedia's (especially older ones) and on the net, under the subject heading of "Hypnotism," and "Psychic Driving," D.E. Cameron, M.D., AJP, Vol. 112, No. 7, Jan. 1956, and many others. It can involve those who implant any inclination, behavior, speech (echolalia--"parrot" like speech), or "activity" (e.g., automatic writing) into others and can be hugely manipulative. Some persons engage in this specialty simply for "fun" (or spitefulness) and at a potentially high cost to others that is not necessarily monetary in nature. Other people engage in this "craft" for purposes of "training" and simulation while using others to train themselves on. It has been applied for unseemly reasons and to achieve unseemly outcomes for subjects which is also understatement. The abuses tend not to be documented and can go undiscovered. This subject matter tends to be treated as proprietary and with euphemism. When combined with ECT (electric shock, literally, "electro-convulsive therapy") and other kinds of sanitizing techniques, the results can be at once surprising and devastating. This is what was done to Ernest Hemingway in his closing days. In 1882, Robert Louis Stevenson made reference to a theme that later found Ernest, "The Suicide Club." It's a difficult subject and a theme that comes up in plays, drama's, and books. In the case of Ernest Hemingway, there was much more to it, just as in the other "events" of those '60's depending on how one views them. I think that Ernest was right about something and that he knew it. I think that he was absolutely correct about something and that he paid for it in personal terms until the end came in 1961. If any of our peers or classmates in any of the close year groups went through difficult times that were seemingly fraught with "ill-timing," "misfortune," "chance encounters," "belligerence," unusual propensity, or "out-of-character" behavior, they weren't alone in the trials and tests that were put to them. "Magnets" for "difficulty" can have been made for them (or me) using our cars, our faces or our voices for free "training," to entrap. *A statement of that protection is available from: The Public Health Service National Institutes of Health Division of Human Subjects Office For Protection From Research Risks (OPPR) 6100 Executive Blvd., Suite 3B01 MSC 7507 Rockville, MD. 20892-7507 *************************************** More of what Steve wasn't and was: Steve was not a flower child. He didn't draw flowers on his body or on his face. There is nothing graphic here and ordinarily some of it shouldn't bear repeating. Until an abundance of concern expresses itself however, there may be little incentive to persuade those who cause these scenarios to back off from implementing them. And these words may not deter them. About 1965: While Steve was an usher at the Franklin Theatre in Franklin Square, NY, he used to be offered other work at branch Theatres of that Century chain. One was at Elmont, another was at Floral Park, and another at Green Acres. While performing janitorial work at the Green Acres Theatre at about 3:00 A.M., a man doing an ostensible Theatre management "spot check," came downstairs to where Steve was cleaning, and without warning, shot a taser dart into Steve's chest. He wanted Steve to move a 400 lb. drum of liquid soap up the stairs; Steve couldn't, as it was too heavy, and started to roll the drum on its side. That is when the man shot the taser into Steve's torso. He was middle aged, greying hair, was distinguished looking and was with a shorter man with dark hair. Steve was "sanitized" of that event and returned to Franklin Square as if that incident had not occurred. It was about 1966. At the Franklin Theatre, it was common for ushers to have to run errands for the projectionist as he wasn't allowed to leave the booth during business hours. On one occasion during one of those errands, Steve was overwhelmed by someone hiding in its restroom, door closed, using a strobe light, and was not the regular projectionist. It was to surprise and subdue Steve and to "program" him for some future event. This was done to cause embarrassment within Theatre operations. What the "Men" call "insurance." It means Steve was hypnotized so that he would perform some later act, post hypnotically. You might not believe this. Steve is guessing that it was to generate a pilfering scenario that could be a source of embarrassment when details later came to light--or to have a "mishap," a fall, or an accident on the Marquee which showed the current running movie title--about which few questions would be asked. To injure yourself, in other words. We ushers had the job of changing display letters on the Marquee. A grown male would stalk Steve, driving, as Steve walked home from the Theatre at night and proposition Steve, calling out from his car. At about 17, it was scary--still is. On another occasion, Steve left folded notes in the high ceiling above the Theatre's orchestra and was a place that no one would go to unless they had a reason to. Steve knew it was only t...Expand for more