Pirates Scuttle the "Titanic..."
A fictional account, that I Jack Heart dare any academic to attempt to refute with their so said facts. This excerpt is from a book being written at the request of Sean Stone, Olivers son.
King Edward VII had been dead for close to two years. It was unusually warm for the first days of April in the Ruhr valley when Stead met the countess Pujol-Murat and academic Antonin Gadal on the sandy bank of the Lister in the shadow of the almost completed Lister Dam. They were just south of the ancient Hanseatic city of Attendorn. A light breeze whispered through the brown reed grass behind them as they watched boisterous children frolic barefoot on the edge of the chilly water. Gruff shouts in German could be heard in the distance as foreman barked orders to their furiously scurrying work crews putting the finishing touches on the top of the dam.
No one was paying any mind to the famous Englishman and the two French aristocrats making themselves right at home on German soil. The countess spoke first in heavily accented English, “the Orient de France now has complete control over our government. They’ve placed Alexander Izvolsky in Paris with unlimited funds, no doubt coming from Alfred Milner through Edward Grey. God help France! It is now ruled by a Russian grifter who takes his orders from British devils. They have bought off Frances's press which has mercilessly hounded Joseph Caillaux from office and replaced him with Izvolsky’s puppet prime minister Raymond Poincaré, a man whose hatred for Germany is as boundless as his quest to avenge Germanys annexation of Alsace-Lorraine. By next year he will be the president and war will be inevitable.”
Gadal who spoke perfect English elaborated, “it was Caillaux who maneuvered us out of war last summer along with the Kaiser’s cooperation in validating the treaty of Fez in November. We came very close. No sooner was Théophile Delcassé brought back into the French cabinet as minister of Marine in spring than we were invading Morocco in the summer. He was nostalgically reliving 1905 when he nearly embroiled all of Europe in war over Morocco. He was Edwards lackey then and now that Edward is dead, he is Greys lackey. As is Izvolsky when all is said and done about Russia acquiring the Bosporus. What we have done to Morocco shames French honor, but we have not done it without British instigation.
Only five years ago our battleships killed or maimed every man, woman and child in Casablanca. Thousands, over the murder of just three Frenchmen. (23) It was an act of piracy, until then, contemplatable only by you British. Even the Spanish crown refrained from indiscriminately killing civilians during their conquest of the Americas and that was four hundred years ago when Europe was still savage.”
“That we are a race of pirates that has acquired the trappings of gentry will get no argument from me,” Stead said with resignation. He pulled a December issue of the Review of Reviews, Britain’s most prestigious publication, from his pocket and handed it to Gadal who read it aloud for the countess, “We all but went to war with Germany. We have escaped war, but we have not escaped the natural and abiding enmity of the German people. Is it possible to frame a heavier indictment of the foreign policy of any British Ministry? The secret, the open secret of this almost incredible crime against treaty faith, British interests, and the peace of the world, is the unfortunate fact that Sir Edward Grey has been dominated by men at the Foreign Office who believe all considerations must be subordinated to the one supreme duty of thwarting Germany at every turn, even if in so doing British interests, treaty faith and the peace of the world are trampled underfoot. I speak that of which I know” (24)
His voice cracking with anger Stead said, “I wrote it after the treaty of Fez was accepted. It is my resignation from the roundtable and my final warning to all of them. Milner and the empire have the gold but those who know know I hold Rhodes secret that could end all of their antics. It will be up to you in the Brotherhood of the Polaris to guard it well for me. I leave in a week for America on the Titanic, along with J. P. Morgan, the Astors and some very prominent Jews who oppose Rothschild. I’ve been asked to speak at the peace conference in Carnegie Hall by President Taft. We will see if I can talk some sense into the Americans. I have dispensed almost twice as many Rhodes scholarships there than I have for the entire empire. Maybe their educations will do them some good but frankly I don’t hold out much hope. Balfour, Greys understudy, has made promises to the Jews and Wall Street swims in Rothschild, Cassel, Montagu, Hirsch and Sassoon money. Absurdly enough I hear he has promised them a piece of the Sinai desert, their ancient homeland in Zion, the right of return and a new temple in Jerusalem. Hogwash! The Israelites of the bible are a fairytale but in the madness of Crowley’s spells the Jews now believe their own lies.
I will speak to the Pilgrim society myself and attempt to mitigate the power of Rothschild money in the hands of those scheming Jews, Jacob Schiff and the Warburg brothers. Maybe Morgan, Ford and the Rockefellers can be reasoned with before the Americans hold their elections and Milner installs that perverted commoner Woodrow Wilson as his own presidential handmaiden. I’ll talk to Roosevelt. If he doesn’t run Wilson can’t win and Taft will be reelected by a landslide. They will no doubt attempt to stop me. Perhaps they will enlist the Jesuits with promises of a seat at the head of the table. When the Jesuits want you dead you die, they are Europe’s answer to the Assassins. If anything should happen to me, you are to contact Hugh Grosvenor, the second Duke of Westminster and fully brief him. I do mean fully. Is that understood?” Gadol and the countess both gravely nodded and Stead continued, “I have been in contact with the dead, and they assure me I shall soon join them, but the man has already been born who will wield the terrible power of the stone against them. You will know him when he gets here. I will give this copy of the Review to Fridjof Nansen whom I will be meeting on the top of the dam today. As an Englishman I cannot speak to the Kaiser but by God he can. Why don’t you two tour Attendorn. I’ve heard the underground caverns there are one of the wonders of Europe. We have some amazing underground caverns in England too, but they are not on any tourist’s itinerary, and they never will be...”
Stead picked his way through the discarded construction debris up to the top of the dam. Most of the heavy work was now being concentrated at the base of the wall where two generators each producing 370 kW were located. The Lister Dam, which would supply energy to the Lister and Lenne power plants, was scheduled to be inaugurated in less than four months. The Möhne Dam, also in North Rhine-Westphalia, would go online at the same time bringing the power necessary for what was quickly becoming the heartland of industry in Europe. Just the year before in the middle of the crisis with France the Kaiser had taken the time to personally inaugurate the Eder Dam in the neighboring District of Waldeck-Frankenberg. All over Germany railroads had been built, waterways dredged and widened, and lochs constructed to carry the life blood of an emerging manufacturing colossus.
Germany already dominated the field of synthetic dyes. Germanys three major firms BASF, Bayer and Hoechst produced several hundred different dyes. German industry was producing almost 90% of the world supply of dyestuffs and sold approximately 80% of their production abroad. Germany accounted for 28 percent of world chemical exports, with Great Britain in second place with 16 percent. The Kaiser insured that every German citizen would share in the prosperity with the institution of The Reich Insurance Code in the summer of 1911, while war stewed in Paris, London and St. Petersburg. The Reich Insurance Code was the legal basis for the welfare state in Germany. It combined the law of workers' health insurance, accident insurance law, and disability and old-age insurance law into a single set of regulations ensuring that no German would ever slip through the cracks in the system and go hungry and homeless.
Without Prussia there is no Germany. “To capture the skill and talent of its subjects Prussia had made education compulsory in its realm in 1717. This was well over a century before the British.” (25) For over a hundred years Germany was educated while Great Britain was not. Upon completion of Germanys railroads “in the eighteen eighties German cities and markets gained complete access to one another. Over the next decade another emerging technology; improved fertilizers, allowed for the German agricultural output to greatly expand. In combination with the new transportation network products were shipped to greater distances with only a fraction of the labor force previously required. The result was a substantial surplus of farmers who had no choice but to move to the larger cities in search of employment. This triggered a process of urbanization and within a few generations Germany became the first nation where the majority of its people were urbanized. To take advantage of its urban population the Berlin government set up mass universities and research institutions and in the following decades this would propel the Germans to the forefront of science and innovation.” (26) Always at odds with the Vatican and spurred on by the pan-Babylonian movement; in the eighteen eighties Germany enacted educational reforms “that made the curriculum more secular and loosened the grip of the Catholic Church in South Germany.” (27)
Stead made his way along the upper pathway, mindful of his expensive English shoes as he dodged around work crews mixing the finishing mortar and cement. He saw Fridjof Nansen standing in the middle of the dam peering out over the Lister as if he were perched on the bow of his ship watching for icebergs. Nansen smiled when he saw Stead approaching and they exchanged greetings. He looked troubled but said nothing as Stead read him his memo to the roundtable from the Review and explained to him why he was embarking on the Titanic for New York to head off Milner and the Rothschilds.
Nansen whose oratory skills were on a par with his physical and intellectual chose his English carefully when he finally spoke, “these men are fanatics William, they would kill the Kaiser, they would kill the Czar, and they would kill themselves to get it done. There is no use in me stating the obvious. I’ve appealed to the Czar to arrest Prince Alexander Mikhailovich and Duke Nikolai Niko-layevich along with the rest of the Krest i Zvezda and withdraw from the triple alliance, as has Magnús but it is no use. He correctly assumes Great Britain would then blockade Russia and starve a hundred million people. That is eventually what’s going to happen to Germany too, no matter how hard she fights but how can she not? The roundtables bankers: Lord Natty Rothschild in London and Baron Edouard de Rothschild in Paris will make sure there’s a fight. The Kaiser with all he has done for the German proletariat and to keep the peace in Europe lampooned by the likes of an Alfred Harmsworth! I’d preferred to have stayed in the artic eating seals and sea gulls than see a tragedy like this. The Kaiser truly is An Enemy of the People, more worthy of Henrik Ibsen than the twentieth century.
If the British aristocracy had spent more time bettering the lives of their people and less time indulging their own indolence Edward would not have been a constitutional monarch but the king he always wanted to be. The Kaiser is the monarchists answer to the Marxist. In his first few years after ascending the throne, with Bismark opposing him all the way, he invoked a litany of reforms which would help improve the conditions of the lower working class. From the very start of his reign, he set out to create a cooperative workforce by improving benefits and raising wages. In spite of his revulsion to socialism he has always argued for the workers and under his rule the humblest of laborers became the most secure and highest paid in Europe. At the same time he has recognized the importance of Germany’s rural communities. In the past life in rural Germany was extremely difficult with high rates of poverty. Farmers unable to support themselves started rapidly emigrating the United States. Ignoring what would be most governments inclinations to funnel the profits from industrialization back into the industry that generated it Wilhelm redirected some of the wealth toward the countryside and farmers. Wilhelm understands that if the German countryside thrives, he can eventually make Germany more self-sufficient and revive the dwindling agricultural communities. When he assumed the throne half of Germanys food was imported now its twenty five percent. No German wants to go to America anymore. (28)
All this talk of Wilhelm’s naval buildup, the German navy was never meant to displace Britain as the preeminent power on the high seas. It was meant to defend the German people against the loaded gun that Britain now holds to the head of every man, woman and child in Russia. Just as Major General Fuller is acknowledged as a tactical visionary in England, and Germany may I add, Admiral von Tirpitz is in Germany. He supervised the German naval buildup, its defensive. As it stands, outside of America, Great Britain can starve any country on earth she pleases with a naval blockade. Only through a balance of power will peace on earth ever be achieved and what we have here at the dawn of the twentieth century is an invitation to another hundred-year war.
During the second Hague conference Balfour ostensibly jested that the British were fools not to find a reason to go to war with Germany before Germany surpassed Britain in trade. When the Americans objected Balfour told them it wasn’t a question of right or wrong it would just be simpler to have a war.” Nansen pulled a crumpled magazine cutting from his pocket and said, “I will give your article to the Kaiser, but he is well aware that England’s most celebrated author H. G. Wells is writing things like this, “We in Britain are intensely jealous of Germany, not only because the Germans outnumber us and have a much larger and more diversified country than ours and lie in the very heart and body of Europe but because they have had the energy and humility to develop a splendid system of national education, to toil at science, art and literature, to develop social organization, to master and better our methods of business and industry, and to clamber above us in the scale of civilization. This has humiliated and irritated rather than chastened us.” Flippant but to the point.” (29)
Stead sighed and said, “Fridjof if ever there was a man of peace it is you. You should be speaking at Carnegie Hall. If only you’d been born a king, a czar or an emperor instead of a Viking in the twentieth century. But then my friend you never would have seen the things you have seen. You are a thousand years wiser than all of them because of it. England is no longer even ruled by a man but by an ancient demon, called Tezcatlipoca in Nahuatl, the God of the smoky mirror. It feeds on the blood of children and tells them everything they want to hear, except the part where the Goddess ground him beneath her heal and laid waste to his American empire, unleashing her Knights Templar upon him and his demonic ilk. Hernán Cortés sent it back as a trophy, but it is a cancer in the hands of men like Esher. Whom I hear also possesses the Necronomicon, as translated by John Dee and Edward Kelly.
I have seen enough of Aleister Crowley to know Magnús is the only hope for the human race but I myself have taken vows I cannot break. I cannot say what I really know but Milner does not control the roundtable as long as I live so I will do what I can while I do. You must explain to the Kaiser that he is not dealing with human beings, he may as well talk to the devil than talk to Grey. There will be war but there will be an aftermath too. Benny will not suffer a German sympathizer as long as there is war between England and Germany, but you will find him your most powerful ally when Crowley’s holocaust is over. Go in Gods speed and speak to the Kaiser, let him know that I am on his side and if this war can be prevented I will do whatever it takes.”
“At the time of the Titanic’s maiden voyage Britain was in the grip of a coal strike. Fuel was in short supply and ships and men were laid up in Southampton. Yet the White Star Line had difficulty finding firemen and greasers to work below deck on the Titanic. After steaming from Belfast to Southampton all but two of the firemen aboard the ill-fated ship refused to sign up again in Southampton for the voyage across the Atlantic preferring to wait for employment on another ship. (30) Although it had little to no effect on the fleet of the White Star Line, owned by JP Morgan who’d promised the use of his ships to the British Navy for the coming war with Germany, due to the coal strike “most other ships were desperate for coal and passengers. Passengers and cargo destined for the New World were stuck in Europe. Yet the Leyland liner Californian, under the command of Captain Stanley Lord, left the port of London on the fifth of April 1912, just five days before the Titanic departure from Southampton, not only fully coaled but apart from her own crew empty of passengers. With more than enough coal to get her to the United States she headed off into the middle of the Atlantic at full speed empty apart from a cargo of woolen sweaters…” (32)
On the chilly evening of Saturday April thirteenth, a foreboding darkness was settling upon the scenic County of Surrey, about thirty miles southwest of London. For the better part of the last two hours ornamental carriages had been pulling up to the Thursley Lodge gatehouse, at Witley Park and checking in with the armed contingent of Grenadier Guards at the gate then proceeding down the storied mansions expansive driveway.
Two men on foot and dressed all in black, with long black cloaks, wearing strange tricorn black caps called a biretta, approached the half dozen guards. One of the men was younger the other older, neither said anything as they sternly watched the guard’s part and open the gates. It was a long walk down the driveway but neither broke their deliberate stride as they seemed to float the distance like specters. When they finally reached the elaborately ornate front door the younger man pounded on it three times then stood still as a statue just like the older man. A a tail-coated butler opened the door and motioned for them to follow him which they did with now abbreviated but just as deliberate steps. He led them into a great room centered around a carved ivory billiard table where William Pirrie, first Viscount Pirrie was shooting a game with a man they recognized as J. P. Morgan. Pirrie spoke with a brogue, “gentlemen we’ve been waiting for you. You both know me but let me introduce you to J. P. Morgan, the owner of White Star, among other things.” He then gestured to the three men sitting in various chairs around the room, “this is Reginald Brett, second Viscount Esher. He speaks for the crown. This is Alfred Milner, first Viscount Milner, he speaks for the roundtable, and this is Alfred Harmsworth, first Viscount Northcliffe, he speaks for the British people.” He then gestured to the older man and said, “gentlemen I give you Bishop Robert Browne and his nephew Francis Browne of the Jesuit order, they speak for the pope...”
The Bishop who also had a brogue said authoritatively, “never mind your silly titles that you’ve given yourselves. God does not recognize your titles and neither do we. My nephew, which is just about the only thing I hold dear in this purgatorial existence you all so relish, just spent most of the Titanic’s inaugural voyage from Southampton to Queenstown convincing Captain Smith that no one would be harmed, and we had to do this to free Ireland from the heavy hand of the protestant infidel.” Francis interrupted his uncle in what was a once in a century breach of Jesuit etiquette, “I would not have done it had I known what you all had planned.” His uncle added, “yes, and I nearly soiled my vestments when you asked for permission to stay aboard to New York. You are young and you do not know yet this vipers pit where we must perform Gods work.” Turning to J. P. Morgan the Bishop said, “And you Mr. Morgan, why don’t you tell them to at least make you a Baron like Rothschild? You must feel naked amongst these pretentious charlatans. Stop worrying, you will get your Jekyll Island dream. Whose money do you think Rothschild is playing with? His Jewish grandmothers?”
Morgan answered in a conciliatory tone, “I am well aware that the Vatican is my silent partner in the effort to bring a central bank to America and I have nothing but respect for the power wielded by the Society of Jesus, the power to make and break nations. That is why I am here. Because you summoned me. Usually Mr. Pirrie handles this sort of thing for me. But as he said I am the owner of White Star through the International Mercantile Marine. The Titanic and the Olympic are both my ships. Your Captain Smith has quite the history of damaging my ships, the Republic, the Germanic, the Coptic, the fire in the Majestic. Because of whom he knows, which I now realize is you, he maintained his job and was given command of my newest flagship the Olympic. The first thing he does is run a tugboat down in New York Harbor. Three months later he collides with a British warship in the Brambles Channel off South Hampton. The keel is bent it cannot be repaired. It will never pass another inspection. Now he was not at fault, and everybody knows he was not at fault but because these men,” he gestured toward Lord Esher and Lord Milner, “saw fit to install Winston Churchill as the First Lord of the Admiralty, we might as well have taken our case to one of those brick walls he builds in his spare time. He decides that the Olympic is completely to blame and Lloyds of London refuses my insurance claim. I am out seven and half million dollars. These men,” he again gestured toward Lord Esher and Lord Milner, “came to me with a plan to switch the names on the boats when they were in the yard together at Belfast. Their sister ships, almost identical, no one will ever know. We insure the Titanic for twelve million, it’s a new ship. We take the Olympic which is now the Titanic out into the middle of the Atlantic, run down an iceberg and have the Californian standing by to evacuate the passengers and crew, no one gets hurt. I have friends on that ship, William Stead, the Astors...”
Milner interrupted incredulously, “Come now Mr. Morgan are you a child? Did you really think we could sink a ship loaded with two thousand passengers in freezing cold water out in the middle of nowhere and nobody was going to get hurt? There are not even enough lifeboats on that ship, and you know it! Oh there’s going to be casualties, lots of casualties, and your friends are going to be among them. We’ve made sure of that. William Stead is the most dangerous man alive to our plans. No one knows better than me. I have been fighting him for over ten years now for control of the roundtable. He’s “a ruthless fighter, who had always believed himself to be ‘on the side of angels.’” (31) President Taft has summoned him; the Duke of Westminster worships him. Stead could and believe me he will ruin everything. And if Crowley does not get his war you and Rothschild will be counting your shekels in hell!”
Lord Esher spoke in his most sinister voice, “Mr. Morgan, you are a junior partner, not a full one and you will show us, your senior partners, a little respect or you may very well end up like Astor and those two pathetic Jews Guggenheim and Straus, who sided with the other Jew Brandeis, are about too. Don’t think we don’t know you warned Bacon, Frick, Vanderbilt, Hershey, Harding, Holden and who knows who else. There were fifty-five abrupt cancellations to our pool party.” He turned his cobra like stare on Francis Browne hissing, “and who warned the firemen and greasers? Irish pigs! We are lucky we found enough men to crew the boat and contain the fire in bunker ten. You are a Jesuit, Gods assassin and if you cannot do the job, we will sooner be rid of you than have to drag along your dead weight.” The bishop’s face was flush with anger, but he said in a carefully measured tone, “listen to me now Reggie or you will rue this day for all eternity. You speak to my nephew with the deference he is entitled too as a Jesuit and my nephew. We answer only to the almighty God not a devil trapped in a mirror. And if you ever should get so much as an inclination that you would cross swords with us and remain even a memory, you better remember we have been at this for centuries before you were ever a gleam in your whore of a mother’s eye. Ask your devil what happened in America four hundred years ago when it tried.”
He then turned to Francis Browne and said in the voice of a father soothing his child, “there now you see Francis what vile scum we must deal with to enact Gods will on earth. Always remember that the end justifies the means. Our lives and the petty morality of man mean nothing. We are the sword of God. As Pietro Alagona said three hundred years ago. "By the command of God, it is lawful to murder the innocent, to rob, and to commit all lewdness, because he is Lord of life, and death, and all things; and thus to fulfill his mandate is our duty!" We will free Ireland from the protestant pestilence but more importantly still we will drive Islam from our holiest of holy Jerusalem and rebuild the temple. It is Gods will.” (33)
Like a chameleon changing colors Lord Esher’s demeanor switched to charming when he said to Francis Browne, “I’m sorry son. I am so used to talking to the hired help, I let myself get carried away. It won’t happen again. Did you get the pictures we asked you too?” The look on Francis Browne’s face when he answered was as if he were touching something dirty, “yes, I spent the entire trip from Southampton to Queenstown taking pictures. Your choice of camera’s was perfect. I got the crew and the captain, the passengers rich and poor, all doomed I find out now. Most importantly I took extensive photos of the sixteen portals on the sea deck and the unevenly spaced windows on B deck as you asked.” Lord Esher turned and hissed at Pirrie and Morgan, “the Titanic has fourteen portals, it’s on the plans and there are pictures. As there are of the original even spacing of her windows on B deck. Lloyds has already written your check for twelve and half million. You will have it within the week after tomorrow but the next time you think about blaming Lord Milner or I for anything you had better think of those pictures. As it is I’m sure Lord Northcliffe will make sure no one ever notices.” Harmsworth quipped, “if it pleases you Lord Esher, I will convince the British people that it was a German iceberg that sunk the Titanic...”
Lord Esher stood up from the luxuriant red chair he was reclining in and stalked over to the billiard table grabbing a stick from the rack and making a seemingly impossible shot. As he fixed Lord Pirrie and J. P. Morgan with his serpentine stare he continued, “You men were supposed to be on that boat too, but it is understandable considering your ages that you cancelled even if you thought the rescue will go without a hitch, even maybe that you warned your friends and business associates off it but is everything else in order?” Proudly, Pirrie answered, “everything is as you instructed Lord Esher. Captain Lord is waiting with the Californian in the ice field. Bruce Ismay the chairman and managing director of White Star is aboard the Olympic, err I mean the Titanic. Captain Smith insisted on appointing his own Chief Officer a man named Henry Wilde, but your men are all in place. Murdoch is now the first officer Lightoller the second and Boxhall the fourth. The two men from Marconi, Phillips and his partner Bride are the senior and junior wireless operators.” Lord Esher’s demeaner suddenly changed again as a smile crossed his face and he spoke amicably, “Splendid and we shall bring Lord Mersey out of retirement to handle the Board of Trade inquiries on this side. I’m sure Mr. Morgan can handle things on his side of the pond. Well Lord Pirrie you’ve done a smashing job and I’ve personally fixed it that your man Ismay will get off that boat safe and sound. We have our own man onboard, a specialist with a proper pedigree. He will insure Stead doesn’t.” Milner chimed in from the sofa, “our boys will take care of Astor and the Jews, but I will not have a commoner killing Stead. It would be an affront against British civilization worthy of the Boers!” Lord Esher continued jovially, “how do you like this place? I was going to buy it myself three years ago when it became available, but I have the run of Buckingham Palace. I’m thinking of putting George in the stables. I thought acquiring Witley Park would be ostentatious.” A sinister smile crossed Lord Pirrie’s face as he said, “I love it Lord Esher and I will do whatever it takes to keep it.” Morgan said nothing...