A Wikipedia web page entirely devoted to folks who took their life
by jumping from a substantial enough height to guarantee results.
Featured in this post 3 jumpers culled from Wikipedia’s list.
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·Tony Scott, film director
·Francesca Woodman, American Photographer
·James Vincent Forester, Secretary of Defense
Jumpers are usually impulsive, quick to suicide; unlike those who plot out their suicide, leave notes, take the time to give coveted stuff away to family, friends, put everything in order, quietly go about their business of suicide thoughtfully choosing the hour and means. Not jumpers; usually no goodbye note, window, bridges, rooftops are their choice, quick, easy to come by, there at a moments impulse.
Those who had the distinction to make it to Wikipedia’s list are in various degrees the cynosure of the public eye; they’re big news more or less, tragic news always, some known only by a select few with common interest, more males than females; they may be poet, actor, photographer, cinematographer, musician, lawyer, physician, serial killer, politician …
There are no other means of suicide, by gun, poison, asphyxiation, whatever, that supports a full-page alphabetical roster like this one — I googled and found none. I happenstance across “Suicides from jumping from a height” while researching suicide via bridge, via Cornell University, for the post “Suicide Paradise.”
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Consummate film maker, director
July 21 1944 – August 19 2012
The first name that got my attention, that I immediately recognized was Tony Scott, the film director. “What? No! When?” Somehow I missed news coverage of his demise. I was surprised, sadden, pissed-off. Tony Scott, one of my favorite directors.
Tony Scott climbed mountains for recreation. Obviously he had no fear of heights; witnesses say there was no hesitation. Mention in the press of an inoperative brain tumor but his wife said not. It’s difficult to fathom why he jumped. Why Tony Scott, extremely gifted, with a robust mettle, with an enormous appetite, passion for work, at the peak of his career, would leave this world willingly unless illness drove him to it; depression being an illness.
At 12.35pm on Sunday, Scott parked his black Toyota Prius in the east-bound lane of the Vincent Thomas Bridge, 30 miles south of his home in Beverly Hills.
He then scaled an 8ft fence and fell 185ft into the waters of a navigation channel serving Los Angeles Harbour. Witnesses allegedly told police he leaped “without hesitation”.
The incident was seen by passengers on a harbour cruise below, some of whom took photographs and videos. One of them said: “He landed right next to our tour boat, and many of us saw the whole thing.”
Tony Scott was determined to commit suicide. He had to scale up an 8ft fence, not an easy task for men half his age. He had to be in great shape plus driven to end it all. Again the question why? When it comes to suicide we always ask why? We’re dying to know why. Why Tony Scott did you? How could you walk-out on your brother, children, wife?
When Earnest Hemingway blew his brains out with his favorite shotgun, I an avid fan of his credited his suicide to brain cancer and mucho testosterone; Earnest Hemingway was in no way going to suffer a life of declining prowess. He beat cancer to the punch. The public and I accepted this as “why.”
Years later we discover that Hemingway went thru acute depression and paranoia. He went to Mayo clinic twice for electroconvulsive therapy and was put on antidepressants. When he returned home from the second round of treatment, two days later, he killed himself.
What surfaced years later — hemochromatosis. Earnest Hemingway’s behavior was much like his father’s before his father’s suicide. His sister and brother both committed suicide. They all most likely had the genetic disease hemochromatosis, in which the inability to metabolize iron culminates in mental and physical deterioration. Medical record confirmed that Hemingway’s hemochromatosis had been diagnosed in early 1961. Hemingway’s heavy, frequent drinking ultimately compounded his deterioration and answered the question “Why?” Boozing and hemochromatosis, that’s why.
Scott’s autopsy report released by the LA County coroner’s office
The report ruled that the official cause of death was multiple blunt force injuries and drowning. It also showed that therapeutic levels of the anti-depressant mirtazapine and prescription sleeping pill Lunesta were found in Scott’s system at the time of his death.
Side effects of mirtazapine can include general symptoms of malaise, but more rarely, can result in severe mood changes and hallucinations, according to Mayo Clinic. Lunesta is described as an eszopiclone medication used to treat insomnia. Lunesta can in depressed patients, worsen depression, increasing the risk of suicide. Risks may increase if you drink alcohol says LUNESTA Medication Guide.
Depression, not even the strongest, brightness, talented among us can avoid it, brings giants to their knees. At some time within our life our chemistry seems determined to go haywire. Given the amount of commercials running on TV hawking antidepressants indicates a considerable flourishing depressed population for the Pharmaceutical industry to concoct for. Coming up with the right antidepressants or combination of such is trial and error both for doctor and patient; adjusting to a drug’s side effects can be daunting.
What a compounded tragedy, if Scott’s meds was the answer “why?”
Hemingway’s Death and the Suicide Gene
by Sephen Cobb July 2, 2011
Ernest Hemingway died from hereditary hemochromatosis on July 2, 1961, exactly 50 years ago today. You might have read that Hemingway died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound, but hereditary hemochromatosis — also known as HHC, iron overload, bronze diabetes and Celtic Curse — was undoubtedly the underlying cause of his death. Quite by coincidence, July is Hemochromatosis Awareness Month in America, a time to raise awareness of what we now know is the most common genetic killer in America. By raising awareness of HHC you can quite literally save lives. And if a giant of literature can help raise HHC awareness, so be it.
How did hemochromatosis kill Hemingway? By causing toxic levels of iron to accumulate in his joints and organs bringing pain, diabetes, cirrhosis of the liver, heart disease, and depression. That depression is more than just being unhappy because your body is damaged and your health is failing. That toxic iron accumulation plays its own role in affecting mood and brain function. Sadly, suicide is an all-too-common outcome of undiagnosed hemochromatosis.
One of Tony Scott’s best.
“True Romance,” a beautiful piece of film-making, a classic, included in the rank of 100 best, not only by Howard but by every permutation of film-buff.
The scene between Cristopher Walkens and Dennis Hopper is as riveting as riveting gets; watching the two off them verbally spar back and forth is mesmerizing, sweaty; when the scene is over you’re ready to leave the theatre, thinking you’ve just been thru a full-length feature and then oh yes, you have to remind yourself to breathe again.
Tony Scott took Quentin Tarantino’s deft dialogue and original script, filmed and directed it flawlessly, brilliantly, his choices were spot-on-perfect as were his choice of actors — doesn’t get any better than this — Brad Pitt, Cristopher Walkens, Dennis Hopper, Val Kilmer, Gary Oldman, Patricia Arquette, Christian Slater and Samuel L Jackson.
Tony Scott’s Filmography 2010 Unstoppables • 2006 Deja Vu • 2005 Domino
2004 Man on Fire • 2001 Spy Game • 1996 The Fan • 1995 Crimson Tide
1993 True Romance • 1991 The Last Boy Scout • 1990 Days of Thunder • 1990 Revenge 1987 Beverly Hills Cop II • 1986 Top Gun • 1983 The Hunger
Top Gun star Val Kilmer called him the “kindest film director I ever worked for”.
Val Kilmer got it right.
Tony Scott’s face
Keira Knightley, the British actress who starred as a bounty hunter in his 2005 film Domino, said: “Tony Scott was one of the most extraordinary, imaginative men I ever worked with. He was a firecracker and one of the world’s true originals. My thoughts go to his family.”
Howard Blume, fan: “Scott should have stuck-around; he would have gotten his Oscar, without a doubt.
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April 3, 1958 – January 19, 1981
I clicked on Francesca Woodman’s name to find — lo and behold — an important America photographer whose work is coveted by collectors, critics and museums worldwide. I never heard of her until this post. Shows you how out of the loop I am. I do appreciate the significance and work of Cindy Sherman, Diane Arbus and Duane Michals. Now I’ll have Francesca Woodman’s photography to grok over.
Francesca Woodman made a deal with the muses:
The Muses speak to Francesca
“We’ll allow you magic, Francesca, your creativity, passion, we’ll allow you your unique vision, your insatiable yearning for schematizing, juxtaposition, your surrealistic vision, your spontaneous bursts of shadow and light, your creative juice for 5 plus intense, prolific years.
But Francesca, before your work is shown at the Tate Museum, London; before you are in the permanent collection at the Metropolitan Museum in New York; before you have a major retrospective at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art come November 2011; before you have a major retrospective at the Guggenheim Museum in New York come spring 2012; before you join the pantheons of the art world, you will take your life by jumping from a roof top come January 19, 1981. You’ll experience your last vision seen thru the eye-blink of a camera’s shutter; you’ll be unrecognizable after you hit the cement. Your work will carry the aura of death, the mystique of suicide. Some of the your devotees will be able to appreciate your work sans suicide, most will not. Either way you’ve knocked them dead.”
Her photographs are haunting, ethereal, fleeting, surrealistic, moody, spooky, textured, egocentric, confrontational, disturbing, stimulating. Most often she uses herself as subject, her reason she was quoted to say: “Convenient.”
Everything seen in her photographs seemed to be there at hand, there at the appropriate time, convenient, serendipitous, found scraps, detritus, mirrors, sheets, what have you.
She offers herself up to the camera, places herself behind a doorway, occupies a portion of the frame, squeezes herself into a corner of space and space occupies her; the camera won’t let her rest, relentess, looking for her next move, next juxtaposition, next long exposure flurry.
Every photograph taken inspired another; hypnotize by her own vision, a chain-reaction of creativity continues to draw her in deeper and deeper and us along with. She is haunted by her own work as we are.
The more photographs she took the more convincing her work became, the more convinced she became; eventually her images could not be ignored, her work overwhelmed any nagging doubts a collector/critic might have; her bizarre continuity wouldn’t quit, becomes disturbingly exceptional, her passion, courage is unmistakable — she’s not fooling around.
She persisted at it for 5 plus years, claustrophobic focused continuity, turning out over 800 images. Dazzling.
Her kudos has nothing to do with her suicide. She made it all on her own without death. If someone can’t compartmentalize, no matter, her work easily bares the cloak of suicide, it haunts with or without.
Francesca Woodman has claimed her standing along with Diane Arbus, Duane Michals and Cindy Sherman. She shares an essence with each one of them while possessing her own perfect, unique, intimidating, haunting vision. I’m smitten.
She survived her first suicide attempt; obviously not a jump. After her first attempt she wrote to friend Catherine Chermayeff.
“After three weeks and weeks and weeks of thinking about it I finally managed to try to do away with myself as neatly and concisely as possible. I do have standards and my life at this point is like very old coffee sediment, and I would rather die young leaving various accomplishments, some work, my friendship with you and some other artifacts intact, instead of pell-mell erasing all these delicate things”
On her second attempt she did jump; from a New York City rooftop, this time making sure her suicide would take.
An acquaintance wrote, “things had been bad, there had been therapy, things had gotten better, guard had been let down.”
Why suicide? Was it a pile-up? Too much at one time: a rejected grant application, grief from Benjamin Moore her boyfriend, a stolen bicycle, difficulty with her work, not taking her meds. Some of the possibilities friends and family offered. Her father had his first group show at the Guggenheim five days after her death. ( Her parents were both full time artists) Was it a message to her father?
Was it the muses cashing in on the deal?
Was it her DNA whispering to her: “Jump”
Last journal entry before she took her life… “This action that I foresee has nothing to do with melodrama. It is that life as lived by me now is a series of exceptions … I was (am?) not unique but special. This is why I was an artist … I was inventing a language for people to see the everyday things that I also see … and show them something different … Nothing to do with not being able “to take it” in the big city or w/ self doubt or because my heart is gone. And not to teach people a lesson. Simply the other side.“
METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART
Blueprint for a Temple
Francesca Woodman (American, Denver, Colorado 1958–1981 New York City)
Medium: Diazo collage
Dimensions: 457.2 x 304.8 cm (180 x 120 in.) approximately
Credit Line: Gift of George and Betty Woodman, 2001
Accession Number: 2001.737
Rights and Reproduction: © George and Betty Woodman
This monumental collage is composed from twenty-nine photographs printed on architect’s blueprint paper. It was exhibited only once, in a group exhibition, less than a year before the artist died at the age of 22. Woodman was on the cusp of a change in her art. Feeling hemmed in by the intimate, Symbolist-inflected tableaux (in which she often appeared nude) for which she had become known, she strove to make her art less personal and greatly expand its scale. Taking inspiration from the black-and-white patterned bathroom tiling familiar to New York City tenement apartments, Woodman sought to summon the ancient past and the contemplative calm she associated with it from its most faint surviving traces in everyday life. The child of two artists, Woodman spent much of her youth outside Florence and later studied in Rome; Blueprint for a Temple channelled her own deep and lifelong engagement with the art of antiquity. She also posed her friends as sculptural caryatids, further blurring the line between past and present, inanimate and animate.
The Metropolitan’s assumption that Woodman was “feeling hemmed in” by her body of work covering the last six years is hyperbole, boloney. Keep it simple — she was ready to move-on. She said what she had to say. Onward. Her new work, exciting, promising, the progenitor of great art to come, without a doubt she would have brought to it the same passion, mystery, focus, exploration she had to all of her work. But alas, she took her future with her — she moved-on — “to the other side” as she wrote in her journal.
Francesca Woodman from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Francesca haunts Facebook A good representation of her work on Facebook.
Richard Avedon gives Francesca a Facebook’s thumbs up.
The Woodmans Documentory Film on her and her father and mother both artists
Francesca Woodman’s Suicide New York Review of Books.
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February 15, 1892 – May 22, 1949
The last Cabinet-level
United States Secretary of the Navy
first United States Secretary of Defense.
Although Forrestal, the United States Secretary of Defense, had told associates he had decided to resign, he was shattered when Truman abruptly asked for his resignation. His letter of resignation was tendered after Truman’s dismissal on March 28, 1949.
On the day of his removal from office, he was reported to have gone into a strange daze and was flown on a Navy airplane to the estate of Under Secretary of State Robert A. Lovett in Hobe Sound, Florida, where Forrestal’s wife, Josephine, was vacationing.
Forrestal finally left office in a formal ceremony on March 28th, his last public appearance.
What followed after the ceremony remains mysterious. “There is something I would like to talk to you about,” Symington, Secretary of the Air Force, told Forrestal, and accompanied him privately during the ride back to the Pentagon.
What Symington said is not known, but Forrestal emerged from the ride deeply upset, even traumatized, upon arrival at his office. Friends of Forrestal implied that Symington said something that shattered Forrestal’s last remaining defenses.
When someone entered Forrestal’s office several hours later, the former Secretary of Defense did not notice. Instead, he sat rigidly at his desk, staring at the bare wall, incoherent, repeating the sentence, “you are a loyal fellow,” for several hours.
[This excerpt is adapted from Richard Dolan’s UFOs and the National Security State: Chronology of a Cover-Up, 1941 to 1973, Hampton Roads Publishing, 2002. It appeared in the December 2001/January 2002 issue of UFO Magazine.]
William C. Menninger of the Menninger Clinic in Kansas was consulted and he diagnosed “severe depression” of the type “seen in operational fatigue during the war”. The Menninger Clinic had treated successfully similar cases during World War II but Forrestal’s wife Josephine, his friend and associate Ferdinand Eberstadt, Dr. Menninger and Navy psychiatrist Captain Dr. George N. Raines decided to send the former Secretary of Defense to the National Naval Medical Center (NNMC) in Bethesda, Maryland, where it would be possible to deny his mental illness.
He was checked into NNMC five days later. The decision to house him on the 16th floor instead of the first floor was justified in the same way. Forrestal’s condition was officially announced as “nervous and physical exhaustion.”
The attending psychiatrist, Captain George N. Raines was handpicked by the Navy Surgeon General. Captain Raines diagnosed his condition as “depression” or “reactive depression.” The regimen was as follows:
1st week: narcosis with sodium amytal.
2nd – 5th weeks: a regimen of insulin sub-shock combined with psycho-therapeutic interviews. According to Dr. Raines, the patient overreacted to the insulin much as he had the amytal and this would occasionally throw him into a confused state with a great deal of agitation and confusion.
4th week: insulin administered only in stimulating doses; 10 units of insulin four times a day, morning, noon, afternoon and evening.
According to Dr. Raines, “We considered electro-shock but thought it better to postpone it for another 90 days. In reactive depression if electro-shock is used early and the patient is returned to the same situation from which he came there is grave danger of suicide in the immediate period after they return… so strangely enough we left out electro-shock to avoid what actually happened anyhow”
Forrestal’s last written statement, which some have alleged was an implied suicide note, was part of a poem from Sophocles’ tragedy Ajax:
Fair Salamis, the billows’ roar,
Wander around thee yet,
And sailors gaze upon thy shore
Firm in the Ocean set.
Thy son is in a foreign clime
Where Ida feeds her countless flocks,
Far from thy dear, remembered rocks,
Worn by the waste of time–
Comfortless, nameless, hopeless save
In the dark prospect of the yawning grave….
Woe to the mother in her close of day,
Woe to her desolate heart and temples gray,
When she shall hear
Her loved one’s story whispered in her ear!
“Woe, woe!’ will be the cry–
No quiet murmur like the tremulous wail
Of the lone bird, the querulous nightingale–
The official Navy review board, which completed hearings on May 31, waited until October 11, 1949, to release only a brief summary of its findings. The announcement, as reported on page 15 of the October 12 New York Times, stated only that Forrestal had died from his fall from the window. It did not say what might have caused the fall, nor did it make any mention of a bathrobe sash cord that had first been reported as tied around his neck. According to the full report, which was not released by the Department of the Navy until April 2004, the official findings of the board were as follows: After full and mature deliberation, the board finds as follows:
FINDING OF THE FACTS
That the body found on the ledge outside of room three eighty-four of building one of the National Naval Medical Center at one-fifty a.m. and pronounced dead at one fifty-five a.m., Sunday, May 22, 1949, was identified as that of the late James V. Forrestal, a patient on the Neuropsychiatric Service of the U. S. Naval Hospital, National Naval Medical Center, Bethesda, Maryland.
That the late James V. Forrestal died on or about May 22, 1949, at the National Naval Medical Center, Bethesda, Maryland, as a result of injuries, multiple, extreme, received incident to a fall from a high point in the tower, building one, National Naval Medical Center, Bethesda, Maryland.
That the behavior of the deceased during the period of his stay in the hospital preceding his death was indicative of a mental depression.
That the treatment and precautions in the conduct of the case were in agreement with accepted psychiatric practice and commensurate with the evident status of the patient at all times.
That the death was not caused in any manner by the intent, fault, negligence or inefficiency of any person or persons in the naval service or connected therewith.
Harassed by the columnist
A chief reason for Forrestal’s fragile mental state was that his high-profile position was in sharp contrast to his personality. As a person who prized anonymity and once stated that his hobby was “obscurity”, he and his policies had been the constant target of attacks from columnists, including Drew Pearson and Walter Winchell. Pearson’s protege, Jack Anderson, later asserted that Pearson “hectored Forrestal with innuendos and false accusations.”
He made his fortune
Before working for the government, a bond salesman: He was a workaholic with a burning desire to join the ranks of the super-rich. Within a few years of his arrival on Wall Street, he made a substantial fortune in the bull market of the Roaring 20’s and was moving in glamorous social circles.
Married a a chorus girl with the Ziegfeld Follies
In 1926, at the age of 34, he married the beautiful Josephine Ogden, a columnist for Vogue Magazine and who had once been a chorus girl with the Ziegfeld Follies. Yet as he skyrocketed to success, there were hints of the later tragedy to come. His marriage would prove to be a difficult, at times harrowing, union with a deeply unstable woman. And h himself had serious emotional problems.
An empty soul
He was “instinctively resistant to any genuine surrendering of himself,” it has been written, and unable to make deep commitments to other people, including those he ostensibly loved. The consequences of this failure was a barren personal life and, eventually, mental collapse.
Difficult to believe — no father would treat their children as he did
Forrestal, while working in England, received a phone call from his two sons, ages eight and six. The two had missed their plane in Paris, but Forrestal simply told the boys to work out the problem themselves and meet him in London. His wife was a victim of this treatment and eventually developed alcohol and mental problems inherited from her mother.
When he took over the top Pentagon position in September 1947 he was already, in the words of a close friend, “a burned-out-case.” Over the next year, his mental and physical condition deteriorated rapidly. The frustrations of his daunting job ground him down, as did a relentless campaign against him by columnist Drew Pearson.
What Thou Sown, So Shall Thou Reap
His personal life, moreover, had become emptier than ever. Once, near the end of his life, an aide found him in his office at 9:30 in the evening and suggested that he go home. He replied bleakly, “Go home? Home to what?”
Doubts have existed from the beginning about Forrestal’s death, especially allegations of homicide. The early doubts are detailed in the book The Death of James Forrestal (1966) by Cornell Simpson, which received virtually no publicity. As Simpson notes (pp. 40–44), a major reason for doubt is the fact that the Navy kept the full transcript of its official hearing and final report secret. Additional doubt has been raised by the 2004 release of that complete report, informally referred to as the Willcutts Report, after Admiral Morton D. Willcutts, the head of NNMC, who convened the review board.
There were unsubstantiated reports in the press of paranoia and of involuntary commitment to the hospital, as well as suspicions about the detailed circumstances of his death, which have fed a variety of conspiracy theories as well as legitimate questions. One of Forrestal’s statements described as “paranoid” was his prediction that the United States would soon be at war; a few months later the US was indeed at war in Korea.
Forrestal was a supporter of naval battle groups centered on aircraft carriers.
In 1954, the world’s first supercarrier was named USS Forrestal in his honor, as is the headquarters of the United States Department of Energy.
He is also the namesake of the Forrestal Lecture Series at the United States Naval Academy, which brings prominent military and civilian leaders to speak to the Brigade of Midshipmen, and of the James Forrestal Campus of Princeton University in Plainsboro Township, New Jersey.
When World War I broke out, he enlisted in the Navy and ultimately became a Naval Aviator, training with the Royal Flying Corps in Canada. During the final year of the war, Forrestal spent much of his time in Washington, D.C., at the office of Naval Operations, while completing his flight training. He eventually reached the rank of Lieutenant.
Secretary of the Navy
He became Secretary of the Navy on May 19, 1944, after his immediate superior Secretary Frank Knox died from a heart attack. Forrestal led the Navy through the closing year of the war and the painful early years of demobilization that followed. As Secretary, Forrestal introduced a policy of racial integration in the Navy.
Forrestal traveled to combat zones to see naval forces in action. He was in the South Pacific in 1942, present at the Battle of Kwajalein in 1944, and (as Secretary) witnessed the Battle of Iwo Jima in 1945. After five days of pitched battle, a detachment of Marines was sent to hoist the American flag on the 545-foot summit of Mount Suribachi on Iwo Jima. This was the first time in the war that the U.S. flag had flown on Japanese soil. Forrestal, who had just landed on the beach, claimed the historic flag as a souvenir. A second, larger flag was run up in its place, and this second flag-raising was the moment captured by Associated Press photographer Joe Rosenthal in his famous photograph.
His greatest legacy, almost.
Forrestal led the Navy through the closing year of the war and the demobilization that followed. What might have been his greatest legacy as Navy Secretary was an attempt that came to nought. He, along with Secretary of War Henry Stimson and Under Secretary of State Joseph Grew, in the early months of 1945, strongly advocated a softer policy toward Japan that would permit a negotiated face-saving surrender.
His primary concern was “the menace of Russian Communism and its attraction for decimated, destabilized societies in Europe and Asia,” and, therefore, keeping the Soviet Union out of the war with Japan.
Had his advice been followed, Japan might well have surrendered before August 1945, precluding the use of the atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. So strongly did he feel about this matter that he cultivated negotiation attempts that bordered closely on insubordination toward the President.
First United States Secretary of Defense
In 1947, President Harry S. Truman appointed him the first United States Secretary of Defense. Forrestal continued to advocate for complete racial integration of the services, a policy eventually implemented in 1949.
By 1948, President Harry Truman had approved military budgets billions of dollars below what the services were requesting, putting Forrestal in the middle of a fierce tug-of-war between the President and the Joint Chiefs of Staff. Forrestal was also becoming increasingly worried about the Soviet threat. His 18 months at Defense came at an exceptionally difficult time for the U.S. military establishment: Communist governments came to power in Czechoslovakia and China; the Soviets imposed a blockade on West Berlin prompting the U.S. Berlin Airlift to supply the city; the 1948 Arab–Israeli War after the establishment of Israel; and negotiations were going on for the formation of NATO.
Eisenhower on Forrestal
Dwight D. Eisenhower recorded he was in agreement with Forrestal’s theories on the dangers of Soviet and International communist expansion. Eisenhower recalled that Forrestal had been “the one man who, in the very midst of the war, always counseled caution and alertness in dealing with the Soviets.” Eisenhower remembered on several occasions, while he was Supreme Allied Commander, he had been visited by Forrestal, who carefully explained his thesis that the Communists would never cease trying to destroy all representative government. Eisenhower commented in his personal diary on 11 June 1949, “I never had cause to doubt the accuracy of his judgments on this point.”
The Death of James Forrestal. Article adapted from Richard Dolan’s UFOs and the National Security State: Chronology of a Cover-Up, 1941 to 1973, Hampton Roads Publishing, 2002. It appeared in the December 2001/January 2002 issue of UFO Magazine.]
James Vincent Forrestal Arlington cemetery Lieutenant United States Navy,
Secretary of the Navy – Secretary of Defense
James Forrestal From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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