Monday, 30 October 2017

Silverglate: How Robert Mueller Tried To Entrap Me


October 17, 2017

Is special counsel Robert S. Mueller III, appointed in mid-May to lead the investigation into suspected ties between Donald Trump’s campaign and various shady (aren’t they all?) Russian officials, the choirboy that he’s being touted to be, or is he more akin to a modern-day Tomas de Torquemada, the Castilian Dominican friar who was the first Grand Inquisitor in the 15th Century Spanish Inquisition?
Given the rampant media partisanship since the election, one would think that Mueller’s appointment would lend credibility to the hunt for violations of law by candidate, now President Trump and his minions.
But I have known Mueller during key moments of his career as a federal prosecutor. My experience has taught me to approach whatever he does in the Trump investigation with a requisite degree of skepticism or, at the very least, extreme caution.
When Mueller was the acting United States Attorney in Boston, I was defense counsel in a federal criminal case in which a rather odd fellow contacted me to tell me that he had information that could assist my client. He asked to see me, and I agreed to meet. He walked into my office wearing a striking, flowing white gauze-like shirt and sat down across from me at the conference table. He was prepared, he said, to give me an affidavit to the effect that certain real estate owned by my client was purchased with lawful currency rather than, as Mueller’s office was claiming, the proceeds of illegal drug activities.
My secretary typed up the affidavit that the witness was going to sign. Just as he picked up the pen, he looked at me and said something like: “You know, all of this is actually false, but your client is an old friend of mine and I want to help him.” As I threw the putative witness out of my office, I noticed, under the flowing white shirt, a lump on his back – he was obviously wired and recording every word between us.
Years later I ran into Mueller, and I told him of my disappointment in being the target of a sting where there was no reason to think that I would knowingly present perjured evidence to a court. Mueller, half-apologetically, told me that he never really thought that I would suborn perjury, but that he had a duty to pursue the lead given to him. (That “lead,” of course, was provided by a fellow that we lawyers, among ourselves, would indelicately refer to as a “scumbag.”)
This experience made me realize that Mueller was capable of believing, at least preliminarily, any tale of criminal wrongdoing and acting upon it, despite the palpable bad character and obviously questionable motivations of his informants and witnesses. (The lesson was particularly vivid because Mueller and I overlapped at Princeton, he in the Class of 1966 and me graduating in 1964.)
Years later, my wariness toward Mueller was bolstered in an even more revelatory way. When he led the criminal division of the U.S. Department of Justice, I arranged in December 1990 to meet with him in Washington. I was then lead defense counsel for Dr. Jeffrey R. MacDonald, who had been convicted in federal court in North Carolina in 1979 of murdering his wife and two young children while stationed at Fort Bragg. Years after the trial, MacDonald (also at Princeton when Mueller and I were there) hired me and my colleagues to represent him and obtain a new trial based on shocking newly discovered evidence that demonstrated MacDonald had been framed in part by the connivance of military investigators and FBI agents. Over the years, MacDonald and his various lawyers and investigators had collected a large trove of such evidence.
The day of the meeting, I walked into the DOJ conference room, where around the table sat a phalanx of FBI agents. My three colleagues joined me. Mueller walked into the room, went to the head of the table, and opened the meeting with this admonition, reconstructed from my vivid and chilling memory: “Gentlemen: Criticism of the Bureau is a non-starter.” (Another lawyer attendee of the meeting remembered Mueller’s words slightly differently: “Prosecutorial misconduct is a non-starter.” Either version makes clear Mueller’s intent – he did not want to hear evidence that either the prosecutors or the FBI agents on the case misbehaved and framed an innocent man.)
Special counsel Mueller’s background indicates zealousness that we might expect in the Grand Inquisitor, not the choirboy.
Why Special Prosecutors Are A Bad Idea
The history of special counsels (called at different times either “independent counsel” or “special prosecutor”) is checkered and troubled, resulting in considerable Supreme Court litigation around the concept of a prosecutor acting outside of the normal DOJ chain of command.
The Supreme Court in 1988 approved, with a single dissent (Justice Antonin Scalia), the concept of an independent prosecutor. Still, all subsequent efforts to appoint such a prosecutor have led to enormous disagreements over whether justice was done. Consider Kenneth Starr’s obsessive four-year, $40-million pursuit of President Bill Clinton for having sex with a White House intern and then lying about it. Special Counsel Patrick J. Fitzgerald’s 2006 pursuit of I. Lewis “Scooter” Libby is not as infamous, but it should be. Fitzgerald indicted and a jury later convicted Libby, a top aide to Vice President Dick Cheney, for lying about leaking to the New York Times the covert identity of CIA officer Valerie Plame Wilson. Subsequent revelations that there were multiple leaks and that Wilson’s CIA identity was not a secret served to discredit Libby’s indictment. Libby’s sentence was commuted. Libby’s relatively speedy reinstatement into the bar is seen by many as evidence of his unfair conviction. Considered in tandem, the campaigns against Democrat Clinton and Republican Libby raise disturbing questions about the use of special or independent prosecutors. 
Yet despite the constitutional issues, the most serious problem with a special counsel is that when a prosecutor is appointed to examine closely the lives and affairs of a pre-selected group of targets, that prosecutor is almost certain to stumble across multiple actions that might be deemed criminal under the sprawling and incredibly vague federal criminal code.
In Mueller’s case, one can have a very high degree of confidence that he will uncover alleged felonies within the ranks of the inner circle of the President’s men (there are very few women to investigate in this administration). This could well include Trump himself.
I described this phenomenon long before Trump began his improbable rise, in my 2009 book “Three Felonies a Day: How the Feds Target the Innocent” (Encounter Books, updated edition, 2011).  I explained how federal “fraud” statutes were so vague that just about any action in the daily life of a typically busy professional might be squeezed into the elastic definition of some kind of federal felony. Harvard Law Professor (and, I should note, my former professor and subsequent longtime friend and colleague) Alan Dershowitz has beaten me to the punch, making the case in a raft of articles and on TV and radio that none of the evidence thus far leaked to or adduced by investigative reporters constitute federal crimes.
But Mueller’s demonstrated zeal and ample resources virtually assure that indictments will come, even in the absence of actual crimes rather than behavior that is simply “politics as usual”. If Mueller claims that Trump or members of his entourage committed crimes, it doesn’t mean that it’s necessarily so. We should take Mueller and his prosecutorial team with a grain of salt. But a grain of salt seems an outmoded concept in an age when both sides – Trump and his critics – seem impervious to inconvenient facts. The most appropriate slogan for all the combatants on both sides of the Trump wars (including, alas, the reporters and their editors) might well be: “Don’t confuse me with the facts; my mind is made up.” 
Harvey Silverglate, a criminal defense and First Amendment lawyer and writer, is WGBH/News’ “Freedom Watch” columnist. He practices law in an “of counsel” capacity in the Boston law firm Zalkind Duncan & Bernstein LLP. He is the author, most recently, of Three Felonies a Day: How the Feds Target the Innocent (New York: Encounter Books, updated edition 2011). The author thanks his research assistant, Nathan McGuire, for his invaluable work on this series. 

Thursday, 26 October 2017

Oblique and Peripheral Religious Issues....brief, committed, but not overly preachy


And yes, Virginia, King Henry VIII, was
not always the gluttonous slob picturedin

 his later years.   He was the Great
 Defender of the Pope and considered
 himself the  "second authority" in
His break with the Roman Church
 became final when it came time to
 change wives.  To the end, Henry
 considered himself a "true"
     We have a couple of points to take care of....something like having to milk the cow.  Everyone wanted the cheese, cream, and milk....but even milkmaids are not really enchanted with the idea of milking the cows.   Most OROGs know that El Gringo Viejo is an antiquated, old-book, 16th Century English, Anglican.   They accuse us of "....being more Catholic than the Catholics",  when in fact we are the left-overs of the traditionalists and orthodox.
     Please note that I am aware that there was one very vigorous defender of the Bishop of Rome (Pope) when Martin Luther started nailing proclamations and accusations of all sorts Damning almost Everything to Hell.
 The defender of the Bishop of Rome was a profound religious and philosophical thinker, well respected in his day.  He had many other duties, but he spent all of his spare time being entertained by certain ladies and studying historical, religious, and philosophical writings.
   People laugh at the mention of his name now, but....he was a power on many fronts....something like a 13 year old with an 1Q of 160.     His name?  See image left.

     So this handsome man with great intelligence left his imprimatur on the English Church, that still to this day, throughout all the Anglican Communion, even in the now hopelessly secular Episcopal Church in America,  we confess that ..."We believe one Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church" as it states in the Ancient Rites.

    We might should reduce our denigration of poor Henry.

    We now turn to two simple points.   One is that the Roman Catholic Church operates a noxious "refugee assistance" programme here in the McAllen area....principally from the precincts of the Church of the Sacred Heart in mid-downtown McAllen.  Certain types of illegal aliens are referred there by the Immigration and Naturalisation people, if the immigrants know how to phrase their reason for arriving here without documents and who have been taught to know how to declare themselves as "refugees".
Sor. Norma Pimentel with the Liberation
 Theologist Bishop of Rome (pope)having
 been invited to show how "good people"
 such as them should be lauded for flooding
 Texas and the United States with people
 who have not the nearest interest in
 becoming citizens or partners in any
 civil or religiously instructed
society or culture. 
     We submit this brief blip about the nun who has selflessly foisted thousands of people who came up from Central America....many of them pregnant....many of them with children, sometimes their own (but who knows?), and many of them with the full intent to lard onto the incredible welfare labyrinth that, to them, seems so much better than living around continuous depraved Mara Salvatrucha and similar sub-human murdering, extortion, and perverse pursuits.  If not the Mara, then the Calle 18 or whatever group comes along that requires an inductee to murder his mother or render his sister to the group of gang before they kill her.

Sister Norma Pimentel, a member of the Missionaries of Jesus and executive director of Catholic Charities of the Rio Grande Valley in Texas, joined Cardinal Tagle for the audience with Pope Francis.
“‘Share the Journey’ is the opportunity for all of us as church, as the people of God, to walk with and be part of that journey that the immigrants are going through,” she told CNS. It is an opportunity to tell migrants and refugees they are not alone. “We are saying, ‘We are with you and we want you to know that we will always be with you and care for you". 

    Well, Sister - your obfuscative and double-talk gibberish covers what you are actually meaning to say.
    What you are saying is, "We know that these people are not Mexicans.  The Mexicans have some hope of becoming people who can grab the rungs on the ladder and pull themselves up.  The Central Americans, though, have come up to assist us in swarming the United States, a brutal, racist, uncaring, capitalist, war-mongering country that desires that all the brown and black and other oppressed peoples of the world be kept in misery and suffer the death of their children who will never know their potential so that the gringos can live as kings."

   One can listen to it on the overnight radio from Cuba and Nicaragua from our little mud hut in the middle of Nowhere, Mexico.   But, now you have painted yourself into the hypocritical corner that befalls all marxists.  You profess to be of a denomination of a Religion that prohibits members of their congregation to commit the sin of the useless destruction or murder....including the act of abortion.

    But now we have you delivered a minor to the abortionist without even pleading that she was raped or abused by an unknown person, a father, an uncle, a grandfather, a brother,  or the duendes de noche.   You arranged for the entrance of the ACLU into the issue and now the problem is solved. keeping with your mission to try to break the bank of the hideous American hegemony on culture....the abortion that you sponsored, not only violating your supposed religious "beliefs", is further celebrated because you have caused the public to pay for the "free abortion"........quite a success.
   On top of that, your people wrote a lengthy justification statement, supposedly written by the young women at issue, wherein she declares that she has the right to be pregnant, to terminate said pregnancy, to have the Imperialist Yankees pay for the entire matter, so that she can do as she deigns, by her definition, to improve her life while remaining in the United States.....for free...
     What a bunch of immoral, hypocritical,  parasitic slugs.

     Sister Pimentel is an accomplice at making abortion an acceptable, reasonable alternative for Catholics and others.  Above all, she believes we have to be "reasonable" and tolerate her hypocrisy and also tolerate this invasion of those seeking the pearly, silvered path of public assistance.
        Sister Pimentel is also a heroine because she has had an audience with the Bishop of Rome, and therefore, the propaganda effect is immutable.....especially for those who cannot think critically.

     She wins, because she bravely breaks her vows, and she drives a stake into the heart of the beast  of traditional, orthodox Christianity by bringing in another baby that will have to be supported by the little donkey pulling the big wagon on the one hand, and slaughtering of a baby who never had a chance to defend him or her self.
    It's time that the Bishop of Rome fast-tracks her elevation to sainthood before she ascends to Heaven in a great cloud of smoke and dust.

Gibberish or does one spell it?

During a sincere moment this was a comment made by Michelle Obama:
"Physically, there’s a difference in colour, in the tone.  Because one side: all men, all white.    On the other side: some women, some people of colour."   Michelle Robinson O'bama. 

    Many believe that this astute and perceptive statement can be compared to the profound "We'll have to vote for it to find out what is in it." 
    Others point out that she once said, "Why are they making such a big thing about the flag?  It's just a piece of cloth." which is a statement that many think might replaced the dull, meaningless blurb..."In God We Trust",  according to analysts at Obsolete Media, Inc.
Michelle Robinson O'bama

World famous authority on matters
that are about things and everything
 when it is the stuff that is the thing
about whatever is being discussed
or not discussed and needs to be
the things that either needs or
 does not need a complete
review by the government.
And besides, all white people are
bad racists and all people of
 colourare good and victims.


Tuesday, 24 October 2017

Reflections on the Concept of the Rev. Mr. Jesse Jackson's notions about balls, bills, cotton, and almost everything....


     We were entertained, once again, by one of the icons of the socialist - progressive movement.  The Right Reverend Mr. Jesse Jackson, saviour of the Black African Race in America and all points east, west, north, and (dare we say it?) South has weighed in about how the Negro athletes who are professionally involved in the National Football League, and the National Basketball Association, and the American Society for the Protection of Absurd Racial, Ethnic, and Whatever Anything (and pets) are being shamed.
    He declared that several score years in the past, Negroes were reduced to having to pick "cotton balls", and that that denigration of these horribly evil practices upon the Black African "community" had been re-awakened due to the fact that Black African athletes had been reduced  to having to "pick foot balls" or "having to pick basket balls".  

     We do not even wish to point out that I, my older brothers, my mother, and even my wife (but only for a brief period one afternoon), picked cotton....not cotton balls,  and what in the South are correctly known as "cotton bolls".....(pronounced cotton 'bowls").   It should be noted that the Mexicans who worked for my father / mother's agricultural operations had a way of separating the seed from the lint.   They were that manually adept.   But to the point, the act of picking was  "picking cotton".   The things we were picking were "cotton bolls (pronounced 'bowls')".

   Tired of "Leaders"....who cannot even pronounce the word "bolls" when he from a cotton-producing State.  At least they know how to pay for their who......excuse me....feminine friends.  Always with someone else's money.

Thanks, as usual for your time and attention.
El Gringo Viejo

Monday, 23 October 2017

2 heartbeats away????


Two heartbeats away from the Presidency?

Pelosi again tried to avoid answering the question, and stammered her way through a string of words, including calling Mueller “mother.”
High, I'm your gerry modgother and I have to take your
teeth out.....through you ears.... 
“Well, it— first of all, what, what does mother— where does Mueller take that. Uh, but his, uh, his, uh, burden of proof is different than what it would be in the Congress of the United States and people should know that— that he has, uh, and maybe, uh, he could go to a criminal investigation of some of the people he’s investigating,” she said, seemingly groping for words.
This is a real cuckoo bird, the one above
 is a poor imitation
“What we’re doing is saying— that what the measure of behavior, the Constitution of the United States, high crimes and misdemeanors,” she said, apparently grabbing any phrase that popped into her head.
Pelosi then said “we” have to fight Trump’s proposed tax cut, referring to the measure as “Armageddon.”
“This is it,” she exclaimed.   (She forgot to add, "I am certifiable - California State Hospital for the Hopelessly Cuckoo - Bonzo, Gimmee-Gimmee - I can carry a gavel the size of Rhode Island Bonzo-nut case.  And furthermore, we'll have to vote for it, in order to find out what's inside of it.")    This is not a joke.

Tw0 heartbeats away from the it is said....It can't be any worse......recognise "worse".

El Gringo Viejo

The name of Nolana as a boulevard in McAllen?

This is written and posted in response to a question that arose amongtst the McAllen elites and others who either wish to learn or who rush to defend the rotting legacy of what was once the finest Border Town in the World.   What follows is actual and true, play-by-play, true McAllen, Texas history.


     Nolana was named after my mother, in a way. Back when McAllen was in a fairly rapid expansion the poobahs and shamans of City management tried to stay ahead of planning necessities. As they platted the possible / probable extension of the city, especially north and south (the only alternatives) it was necessary to do mundane things like naming the streets in order to keep to the theme of "alphabetised for east and west streets and numerical for north and south streets".

     They wanted to avoid the disaster of what happened, starting at La Vista and ending at Harvey Drive, where some lazy-boned city poobahs failed to think ahead to find really good alphabetically-sensitive trees for the X, Y, and Z streets. SO, anyway....while at the barber shop on Austin Street, Bill Schupp and the barbers were jawing about this problem for the "streets straddling North Tenth" when their number came up. As they went, when it came to the "N" - word, the flower names that had been chosen included "Narcissus". That particular thoroughfare, at that time, was a gravel road, "maintained" by the County....and the horribly horrible Commissioner Charlie Curtis. Bill said he would like to find a better name because "narcissus" had all kiinds of negative connotations.

   He inferred that that particular conduit would need a military name or something very neutral because it was slated to become an extremely major East - West thoroughfare  of near-north McAllen. Supposedly, all these white men...professional barbers, businessmen, high city officials, Latin and Anglo, jawed and speculated for a long while.

    Finally, the Bootblack, a Mr. Henry White (Blacker than an 8 - ball on a white pool table), says, "You all ahr tryin' to make somethin' really easy into somethin' really complicated. (Henry is talking while going about his duties, sweeping up hair, arranging the last used chair, etc.). "You all need to think...there's a lady who sits on the Traffic and Safety Commission, she ran the March of Dimes for the County, she did the Census for the Federal Government, she be the President of the Hidalgo County Parents and Teachers Association, she works at the 'Piscopal Church there on North Tenth, she works at the Electric Company now, she's raised up three boys, and helped her husband with the citrus' that's Miz Newton." And the City Manager responded, "Then we name the street 'Newton' as in Sir Isaac, Henry?" somewhat dismissively. To which Henry White, according to those who were there, said, "No, sir....but what be the name of that lady's first name?"......The City Manager said, "Everybody knows Nola, what is your point?" 

    HENRY WHITE was easily the top five of the most admired people in McAllen. Not because he was of Black African Ancestry nor in spite of it. He was just a good man, husband, father, friend, and community member. He backed down from no one, and helped anyone.

      Besides working at the barber shop, he and his wife had a janitorial service that included the McAllen State Bank, the First Methodist Church, the First Baptist Church, the First Presbyterian Church, and several other important accounts. Henry and/or his wife had all the keys to those such a point that the police had to come to them should there have been a need during the "early morning hours".

       Back to the story. "Well, Mr. Manager, there is a plant or a palm, I don't know which, but it would do for the purpose. It is called a Nolana....Miz Hendricks says it's a palm, but Mr. Knops says it's a purslane or moss-rose that grows under the orange trees after the irrigations. But it is a Nolana, and you could kill two big birds with one little stone, just by saying, 'Let's make a small honour to Miz Nola and a small change for McAllen, and call your fancy new street of the future, "Nolana".

      It is very necessary to understand that Henry White, a Black Man was, by that time, already famous for having sons as officers and non-commissioned officers in the Army, another son as a doctor, and a daughter as a charge-nurse RN.....all of whom he and his wife had helped and the children themselves had finished, the job of becoming the professional they were.
    Mr. Henry and Mrs. White were easily among the top five or ten personalities in McAllen at that time....something along the lines of "Uncle Bill" Whalen. In quick and due course, my mother was summoned to City Hall for the Ordinary Session of the City Council, about a month after this barber shop encounter / session.  

     Dillard Dean, still chewing on his un-lit cigar, called my mother to the big table, and advised her that the City of McAllen was changing the designation of the gravel road to be known as the N - street, had been determined to have a name that would honour both the flower and the person who inspired that naming, Mrs. Nola Frances Newton, a proud flower of McAllen.
     That much, that session, I myself can attest to the truth of a somewhat bored, somewhat interested 11 year-old, pre-delinquent, because I was there when it happened. My mother feigned being distressed at such a matter being planned and  done without her knowledge, and that it wasn't fair, and so forth, to which Bill Shoup and Mr. Dean told her to be quiet and accept the accolades that were deserved.

 (L to R) Mac MacFarland, Danny the Psychologist,
 and El Gringo #1 (age 5) at the Newton "Estate"
      And that, Virginia, is the entire truth of the source of the name of NOLANA for that particular boulevard. The Newtons sold their land and retired from that address on Charlie Curtis's gravel road in 1966, long before Nolana became the boring strain of limping businesses and congestion that presents itself now. I remember running up and down the gravel road, barefooted with my cats and a dog or two...on our compound of 22 acres on the southeast corner of what would become "Tenth and Nolana". It is a funny.....and very sad....look into the fog of the past.    Gone With the Wind......

El Gringo Viejo

Sunday, 22 October 2017

A Slightly Delayed October 20th submission, held up by technical difficulties (and just being too plain lazy to repair the problem)

    Fifty years ago, when I would mention that there were Anglo / Irish in Texas who supported the Mexican Centralist governing body represented by Antonio Lopez de Santa Anna there would be raucous guffaws and scoffing, and even threats.  If I were to point out that these folks were dead-set in opposition to the Texian 1824 Republican Constitution defense movement endorsing State sovereignty, there were times  various of the bullies in the class wanted to beat me up.
    But what I said was true.  The true truth of the Truth never rusts.  It can be buried, but it does not rust.  My skeptics and doubters became further infuriated when I woud tell them than many of the defenders of the Alamo were Spanish/Mexican and that "Buddy Ebsen" was actually Juan N.  Seguin (a chief supporting actor at the Alamo).

  Colonel Juan Sequin Also the Eulogist of the ashes of those revered Defenders of the Alamo who were immolated....he gave the funeral oration at San Fernando Cathedral, a few blocks from the Alamo, a little less than a year after the Victory at San Jacinto, where Sequin also served as executive officer of the small  but very effective contingent of Texian Cavalry.

     We include a passage that more or less (mostly more) correctly explains this episode of the internment, its symbolic if not sacramental validity, and the places involved.  That which follows is subject to considerable re-interpreatations.  Those explanations and interpretations that I have reviewed, studied, compared, and discussed with people for whom I have the profoundest respect almost always lead away from what is the most probable script to write concerning the Eulogy of the Heroes.  Please reserve judgement while reading the next passage, and please pay particular attention to the last paragraph.  To wit:


As well as could be done, Seguin had the bones and ashes placed in a large coffin. With an eulogy that began, "These remains, which we have had the honor to carry on our shoulders, are the remains of those valiant heroes who died at the Alamo...," he laid the bodies to rest with full military honors.

Supposedly, the site chosen for interment was a beautiful patch of earth in a nearby peach orchard outside the village and only a few hundred yards from the Chapel. But with the passage of time and without any marker on the burial site, the location of the grave became lost. It’s completely hidden by the city of San Antonio, which totally surrounds the Alamo compound, and irrecoverably lost to history.

But, is this peach orchard theory really the way Colonel Seguin conducted the burial? Or is it a description of the burial conducted by the Rangers, Big Foot Wallace, or Francisco Ruiz? Or by someone else as yet unidentified? One of the most asked questions is how did Colonel Seguin manage to find the ashes after they reposed on the Texas prairie for a few days short of one year? Were the remains, as some claim, already collected and preserved by some good Samaritan just waiting for an authority like Colonel Seguin to come along and formalize the ceremony? Incredibly, no one knows.

That fact is that although Colonel Seguin respectfully buried his fallen friends while Antonio Oroche softly whistled the tune, Will You Come to My Bower?, he did not adequately mark the ultimate grave site. He even complicated the issue shortly before his death when he responded to an inquiry about the burial site. He wrote that the ashes were found in three places and that the two smallest piles were placed in a coffin with the names of Travis, Bowie, and Crockett carved inside the lid. This would also lend credence to the Big Foot Wallace account of finding a pile of the remains when he visited the city in 1838.

Seguin further wrote that ‘I placed them in an urn and buried it in the Cathedral of San Fernando immediately in front of the alter---that is in front of the railing near the steps.’ At the time, Seguin’s version of the interment was largely dismissed as the ramblings of an old man with a frail memory, especially since it was known that he had the funeral ceremony conducted in the Cathedral. Everyone suspected that he had confused the funeral ceremony with the burial ceremony.

But then in July 1936, a coffin was unearthed in the Cathedral at the exact same spot that Sequin had suggested! Inside the rotting old casket were charred remains, some bones, and even uniform fragments. In the excitement that followed, many thought that the remains of the Alamo defenders had finally been located---until astute historians pointed out that the men of the Alamo did not wear uniforms. Although a burial certainly took place in the Cathedral and Sequin was aware of it, the identity of the person or persons who were buried remains a mystery."

     Vindication is a sweet wine.   We also observe that Seguin was always modest.   He signs the announcement simply, although at that moment he was the head of both civil and military government in San Antonio and the very large district included in the designation of Bexar (pronounced 'Bay - Are with no dominant syllable)

     We also point out that William Barrett Travis and Captain Dickenson did have a semblance of uniform, as did many of the New Orleans Greys.  Some of the Latins also had elements of uniform from their militia organisation, almost certainly.

Returning to the Irish question:

Community leader foresees her own death
October 20th, 1874

     On this day in 1874 Susanna O'Docharty, pioneer woman and community leader, asked a priest to prepare her for death. Although she was ill, the padre saw no signs of death. "This is why I sent for you, I die tonight," she told him curtly, which she did.

 The Indiana native, born in 1804, moved with her husband to Texas sometime before 1831 to join the McMullen-McGloin colony, where they helped establish the town of San Patricio. Susanna helped establish a meeting between the people of Matamoros and the San Patricio colonists in 1832 at Banquete Creek. This grew into an annual festive occasion called El Lugar del Banquete.

    Mrs. O'Docharty became a leader of a group of San Patricio residents loyal to the Centralist Mexican government and influenced several other families to move with her family to Matamoros, where they lived until 1845, when Gen. Zachary Taylor's army brought a semblance of law and order back to the old city of San Patricio.

      Upon her family's return, she returned to her role of community leader and began teaching in her home when the community school closed. She gave her two sons a basic law background that enabled them to become respected lawyers and judges in San Patricio and Nueces counties.
      Tales of her strong character still exist, including that of how she retrieved her infant daughter's remains from Mexico. About a year after returning to Texas, she enlisted the aid of twelve-year-old Hubert Timon, and the two disappeared early one morning riding south. Two weeks later they reappeared with Susanna balancing a small coffin on her saddle horn.
(From an Article by the Texas State Historical Association)

Credit and acknowledgements:

Susanna Dougharty O'Docharty, article from the TSHA...
McMullen-McGloin Colony, article from the TSHA...
San Patricio, Texas, article from the TSHA...
Susanna O'Docharty, headstone Image from Find A Grave...

     We do not, in any way,  blame or castigate Suzanna O'Docharty or the many of her settlement who had the same loyalties.  Each person, in those times was required to settle his / her soul and loyalty in the best way possible.
  Equally the Latin element who fought vigorously against the Mexican Centralist military invasion of Texas were certainly not "fighting against their own people".  They were fighting for the Republican Constitution of 1824 which endorsed local control and the sovereignty of the individual as the measure of a truly free and self-provident people.

Finally, you will notice that there is a bit of Facebook trapping on this posting.  It is a reprint....about 30%, although much has been either re-editted to improve syntax, composition, and frankly, spelling.   The rest is text original to this date, or entered freshly from other sources on this date.....Sunday, 22 October 2017....

There is commentary and linkage posted below that we decided not to edit out.  The articles and commentary are worthy of review.

El Gringo Viejo

Kelly Lyle Kirkpatrick Halloween is coming soon.

19 October at 21:32
Jana Lynn Conklin I worked with one of her descendants a few years ago in The Woodlands, Dr. Erin O’Docharty Dresner. She’s a feline board certified veterinarian that graduated from Tulane and hails from San Antonio.

19 October at 21:52
Bruce Scott Thanks-that was interesting