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Dear John,
After watching many seasons of your continuing “ipsom vita” soap opera, I long ago gave up any hope of a happy ending. In particular, I am impressed that if I send you money, not only does it not help either you or me, but it potentially leads to unending “reruns”. My only recommendation would be to cancel the series and begin something “new”. I guess your reference to ADA Rob Drummond is an attempt to add humor to an otherwise really dreary script…Lets face it ..I have no way of knowing if you really need the money or are just acting in character?
You remind me of this quote, for some reason,
“Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it”
― Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood
Mike
From: John McMillan [mailto:mcmillanj@att.net]
Sent: Monday, March 03, 2014 10:16 AM
To: McMillan, Michael
Subject: Re: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Michael,
I thought you would find it encouraging to read my statement to you that Assistant District Attorney Rob Drummond emphasized to me on the telephone in late February 2014 that he has all the evidence about me myself has indicated to him that I myself am law-abiding in my own conduct.
Are you willing to offer me your own kind vote of confidence in me as your brother?
Best Wishes,
John.
P.S. As always, I again emphasize to you that if I myself had the money of my own, I would attempt to help you achieve the best possible medical health at all times, including through loans of money to you from myself. You are my biological older brother, and you often very generously befriended me in my childhood and teenage years and in my 20s when you kindly helped me to find a place to stay in Massachusetts during my 1984 job-hunting trip in the Boston area and in Worcester.
John Kevin McMillan
From: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
To: 'John McMillan' <mcmillanj@att.net>
Sent: Monday, March 3, 2014 11:44 AM
Subject: RE: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear John,
I stopped tuning in (financially) to your soap opera 3-4 seasons ago, as it was too bleak and depressing for me and my sick heart..and way beyond my capacity to assist. It sounds like it is even getting bleaker this season…Why don’t you just cancel the series and begin some light comedy?
Mike
From: John McMillan [mailto:mcmillanj@att.net]
Sent: Sunday, March 02, 2014 8:58 PM
To: McMillan, Michael
Subject: Re: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear Kindly Brother Michael with your great love of fiction-writing,
Thank you again for your words of encouragement to me about my potential as a fiction-writer. It will probably take many more months before I submit my first successful short story attempt to a literary-magazine publisher.
In the meantime, is there anything I could state to you in writing that might help me persuade you to lend me $300 or $200 or 100 tomorrow (Monday, March 4) through a temporary wire-transfer loan into my .... checking account that I will definitely repay you in full as soon as I possibly can?
Best Wishes from your friendly and appreciative younger brother,
John Kevin McMillan of Austin.
John Kevin McMillan
From: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
To: 'John McMillan' <mcmillanj@att.net>
Sent: Sunday, March 2, 2014 3:21 PM
Subject: RE: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
How about these?
“When you can assume that your audience holds the same beliefs you do, you can relax and use more normal means of talking to it; when you have to assume that it does not, then you have to make your vision apparent by shock -- to the hard of hearing you shout, and for the almost-blind you draw large and startling figures.”
― Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood
“I'm a member and preacher to that church where the blind don't see and the lame don't walk and what's dead stays that way.”
He had the feeling that everything he saw was a broken-off piece of some giant blank thing that he had forgotten had happened to him.”
― Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood
“I don't have to run from anything because I don't believe in anything.”
― Flannery O'Connor, Wise Blood
From: John McMillan [mailto:mcmillanj@att.net]
Sent: Saturday, March 01, 2014 9:45 PM
To: McMillan, Michael
Subject: Re: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
And you yourself are not conspiring with anyone else to harm me, or torture me---- is that correct?
John Kevin McMillan
From: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
To: John McMillan <mcmillanj@att.net>
Sent: Saturday, March 1, 2014 11:24 AM
Subject: RE: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
"When a true genius appears in the world, you may know him by this sign, that the dunces are all in confederacy against him."
From: McMillan, Michael
Sent: Saturday, March 01, 2014 9:19 AM
To: John McMillan
Subject: RE: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear John,
Have you ever read rhis book;
AAt the time I thought it really funny, and for some reason it reminds me of your literary style. However it has been some time since I read it, and of course it did not end well for the author, ut the south tends to inspire quicky types things like this...
oh well,
Best wishes,
Mike
From: John McMillan [mcmillanj@att.net]
Sent: Saturday, March 01, 2014 5:33 AM
To: McMillan, Michael; McMillan, Michael
Subject: Fw: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Kind Brother Michael, are you willing to assist me this one last-ever time as major progress is occurring for me in Austin?
Best Wishes,
your brother John.
John Kevin McMillan
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From: John McMillan <mcmillanj@att.net>
To: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
Sent: Friday, February 28, 2014 11:36 PM
Subject: Re: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear Michael,
I agree with you on the value of savoring profound works of fiction. However, I would like to politely point out that I myself am NOT a fictional character; you will never find me in any work of fiction.
It will not be a "fictional adventure" if I am unable to pay my rent due by 6 p.m. March 3, 2014. I would, instead, be at dire risk of going homeless in very tangible, very real terms.
Michael, I was hopeful that the expression of confidence in me by the Travis County District Attorney's Office would impress you. It is just a matter of time (days or weeks) before the DA's Office in Austin is expected to file criminal charges against one or more officers of the Austin Police Department.
Regardless of what you say about juries not being sympathetic to criminal charges being filed against police officers, the fact remains that the filing of those criminal charges by the DA's Office will greatly enhance my own ability to file a civil-law lawsuit against the City of Austin at some future date, with help from a conscientious and ethical private attorney who IS fair to myself as a law-abiding and, of course, celibate, and VERY single adult gentleman.
My question, then, Michael, is simply this: Will you kindly help me at this time?
Best Wishes from your non-fictional (real-life) younger biological brother, who, like you, emerged from the womb of Phyllis Gardner McMillan in Bryan Memorial Hospital in Lincoln, Nebraska, at some point in the 1950s---a good decade, as you will no doubt agree. And I will always be grateful to Father for reminding me that the men of Nebraska are the "squarest" (most honorable) in the entire nation. It was very good to have been raised that way, I'm sure you would agree.
Sincerely, and I hope to hear from you soon,
your permanently illicit-drug-free and ANTI-marijuana-minded and never-previously-addicted, lifelong-tobacco-free, permanently-drinking-alcohol-free-and-never-previously-addicted, permanently NON-gambling (I DO NOT spend any money on gambling), lifelong-tattoo-less (I NEVER have spent ANY money on tattoos, and I find them vulgar and repulsive!), jewelry-less (I spend ZERO money on bracelets, rings, ear-rings, nostril-rings, tongue-rings, necklaces, etc., and I am very happy to own ZERO jewelry myself, which gives the ubiquitous criminal element in Austin one fewer reason to ever attempt to break into my bolt-locked private residence and attempt to rob me) younger brother,
John Kevin McMillan.
Home phone: (512) 342-2295.
John Kevin McMillan
From: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
To: 'John McMillan' <mcmillanj@att.net>
Sent: Friday, February 28, 2014 1:40 PM
Subject: RE: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear John,
Did you ever try to read Faulkner?? I still remember struggling with the Sound and the Fury, and As I Lay Dying…It was not easy, as he constantly changed perspectives and then the Sound and the Fury was narrated by Benjy a lot?
But wow, can you believe
In 1998, the Modern Library ranked The Sound and the Fury sixth on its list of the 100 best English-language novels of the 20th century.
The only way I could ever figure out what was going on was by cheating and looking at the Cliff notes, and even now, I can’t remember much,..of course we did not have wikipedia back then,
The Sound and the Fury is set in Jefferson, Mississippi. The novel centers on the Compson family, former Southern aristocrats who are struggling to deal with the dissolution of their family and its reputation. Over the course of the 30 years or so related in the novel, the family falls into financial ruin, loses its religious faith and the respect of the town of Jefferson, and many of them die tragically. The novel is separated into four distinct sections. The first, April 7, 1928, is written from the perspective of Benjamin "Benjy" Compson, a cognitively disabled 33-year-old man. Benjy's section is characterized by a highly disjointed narrative style with frequent chronological leaps. The second section, June 2, 1910, focuses on Quentin Compson, Benjy's older brother, and the events leading up to his suicide. In the third section, April 6, 1928, Faulkner writes from the point of view of Jason, Quentin's cynical younger brother. In the fourth and final section, set a day after the first, on April 8, 1928, Faulkner introduces a third person omniscientpoint of view. The last section primarily focuses on Dilsey, one of the Compson's black servants. Jason is also a focus in the section, but Faulkner presents glimpses of the thoughts and deeds of everyone in the family.
The reader may also wish to look in The Portable Faulkner for a four-page history of the Compson family. Faulkner said afterwards that he wished he had written the history at the same time he wrote The Sound and the Fury.[1]
Part 1: April 7, 1928[edit]
The first section of the novel is narrated by Benjamin "Benjy" Compson, a source of shame to the family due to his diminished mental capacity; the only characters who evidence a genuine care for him are Caddy, his older sister; and Dilsey, a matriarchal servant. His narrative voice is characterized predominantly by its nonlinearity: spanning the period 1898–1928, Benjy's narrative is a series of non-chronological events presented in a stream of consciousness. The presence of italics in Benjy's section is meant to indicate significant shifts in the narrative. Originally Faulkner meant to use different colored inks to signify chronological breaks. This nonlinearity makes the style of this section particularly challenging, but Benjy's style develops a cadence that, while not chronologically coherent, provides unbiased insight into many characters' true motivations. Moreover, Benjy's caretaker changes to indicate the time period: Luster in the present, T.P. in Benjy's teenage years, and Versh during Benjy's infancy and childhood.
In this section we see Benjy's three passions: fire, the golf course on land that used to belong to the Compson family, and his sister Caddy. But by 1928 Caddy has been banished from the Compson home after her husband divorced her because her child was not his, and the family has sold his favorite pasture to a local golf club in order to finance Quentin's Harvard education. In the opening scene, Benjy, accompanied by Luster, a servant boy, watches golfers on the nearby golf course as he waits to hear them call "caddie"—the name of his favorite sibling. When one of them calls for his golf caddie, Benjy's mind embarks on a whirlwind course of memories of his sister, Caddy, focusing on one critical scene. In 1898 when their grandmother died, the four Compson children were forced to play outside during the funeral. In order to see what was going on inside, Caddy climbed a tree in the yard, and while looking inside, her brothers—Quentin, Jason and Benjy—looked up and noticed that her underwear was muddy. This is Benjy's first memory, and he associates Caddy with trees throughout the rest of his arc, often saying that she smells like trees. Other crucial memories in this section are Benjy's change of name (from Maury, after his uncle) in 1900 upon the discovery of his disability; the marriage and divorce of Caddy (1910), and Benjy'scastration, resulting from an attack on a girl that is alluded to briefly within this chapter when a gate is left unlatched and Benjy is out unsupervised.
Readers often report trouble understanding this portion of the novel due to its impressionistic language necessitated by Benjamin's mental abilities, and its frequent shifts in time and setting.
Part 2: June 2, 1910[edit]
Quentin, the most intelligent and tormented of the Compson children, gives the novel's best example of Faulkner's narrative technique. We see him as a freshman atHarvard, wandering the streets of Cambridge, contemplating death, and remembering his family's estrangement from his sister Caddy. Like the first section, its narrative is not strictly linear, though the two interweaving threads, of Quentin at Harvard on the one hand, and of his memories on the other, are clearly discernible.
Quentin's main obsession is Caddy's virginity and purity. He is obsessed with Southern ideals of chivalry and is strongly protective of women, especially his sister. When Caddy engages in sexual promiscuity, Quentin is horrified. He turns to his father for help and counsel, but the pragmatic Mr. Compson tells him that virginity is invented by men and should not be taken seriously. He also tells Quentin that time will heal all. Quentin spends much of his time trying to prove his father wrong, but is unable to do so. Shortly before Quentin leaves for Harvard in the fall of 1909, Caddy becomes pregnant by a lover she is unable to identify, perhaps Dalton Ames, whom Quentin confronts. The two fight, with Quentin losing disgracefully and Caddy vowing, for Quentin's sake, never to speak to Dalton again. Quentin tells his father that they have committedincest, but his father knows that he is lying: "and he did you try to make her do it and i i was afraid to i was afraid she might and then it wouldn't do any good" (112). Quentin's idea of incest is shaped by the idea that, if they "could just have done something so dreadful that they would have fled hell except us" (51), he could protect his sister by joining her in whatever punishment she might have to endure. In his mind, he feels a need to take responsibility for Caddy's sin.
Pregnant and alone, Caddy then marries Herbert Head, whom Quentin finds repulsive, but Caddy is resolute: she must marry before the birth of her child. Herbert finds out that the child is not his and sends mother and daughter away in shame. Quentin's wanderings through Harvard, as he cuts classes, follow the pattern of his heartbreak over losing Caddy. For instance, he meets a small Italian immigrant girl who speaks no English. Significantly, he calls her "sister" and spends much of the day trying to communicate with her, and to care for her by finding her home, to no avail. He thinks sadly of the downfall and squalor of the South after the American Civil War. Tormented by his conflicting thoughts and emotions, Quentin commits suicide by drowning.
While many first-time readers report Benjy's section as being difficult to understand, these same readers often find Quentin's section to be near-impossible. Not only do chronological events mesh together regularly, but often (especially at the end) Faulkner completely disregards any semblance of grammar, spelling, or punctuation, instead writing in a rambling series of words, phrases, and sentences that have no separation to indicate where one thought ends and another begins. This confusion is due to Quentin's severe depression and deteriorating state of mind, and Quentin is therefore arguably an even more unreliable narrator than his brother Benjy was. Because of the staggering complexity of this section, it is often the one most extensively studied by scholars of the novel.
Part 3: April 6, 1928[edit]
The third section is narrated by Jason, the third child and Caroline's favorite. It takes place the day before Benjy's section, on Good Friday. Of the three brothers' sections, Jason's is the most straightforward, reflecting his single-minded desire for material wealth. By 1928, Jason is the economic foundation of the family after his father's death. He supports his mother, Benjy, and Miss Quentin (Caddy's daughter), as well as the family's servants. His role makes him bitter and cynical, with little of the passionate sensitivity that mark his older brother and sister. He goes so far as to blackmail Caddy into making him Miss Quentin's sole guardian, then uses that role to steal the support payments that Caddy sends for her daughter.
This is the first section that is narrated in a linear fashion. It follows the course of Good Friday, a day in which Jason decides to leave work to search for Miss Quentin (Caddy's daughter), who has run away again, seemingly in pursuit of mischief. Here we see most immediately the conflict between the two predominant traits of the Compson family, which Jason's mother Caroline attributes to the difference between her blood and her husband's: on the one hand, Miss Quentin's recklessness and passion, inherited from her grandfather and, ultimately, the Compson side; on the other, Jason's ruthless cynicism, drawn from his mother's side. This section also gives us the clearest image of domestic life in the Compson household, which for Jason and the servants means the care of the hypochondriac Caroline and of Benjy.
Part 4: April 8, 1928[edit]
April 8, 1928, is Easter Sunday. This section, the only one without a single first-person narrator, focuses on Dilsey, the powerful matriarch of the black family servants. She, in contrast to the declining Compsons, draws a great deal of strength from her faith, standing as a proud figure amid a dying family. It can be said that Dilsey gains her strength by looking outward (i.e. outside of one's self for support) while the Compsons grow weak by looking inward.
On this Easter Sunday, Dilsey takes her family and Benjy to the 'colored' church. Through her we sense the consequences of the decadence and depravity in which the Compsons have lived for decades. Dilsey is mistreated and abused, but nevertheless remains loyal. She, with the help of her grandson Luster, cares for Benjy, as she takes him to church and tries to bring him to salvation. The preacher's sermon inspires her to weep for the Compson family, reminding her that she's seen the family through its destruction, which she is now witnessing.
Meanwhile, the tension between Jason and Miss Quentin reaches its inevitable conclusion. The family discovers that Miss Quentin has run away in the middle of the night with a carnival worker, having found the hidden collection of cash in Jason's closet and taken both her money (the support from Caddy, which Jason had stolen) and her money-obsessed uncle's life savings. Jason calls the police and tells them that his money has been stolen, but since it would mean admitting embezzling Quentin's money he doesn't press the issue. He therefore sets off once again to find her on his own, but loses her trail in nearby Mottson, and gives her up as gone for good.
After church, Dilsey allows her grandson Luster to drive Benjy in the family's decrepit horse and carriage to the graveyard. Luster, disregarding Benjy's set routine, drives the wrong way around a monument. Benjy's hysterical sobbing and violent outburst can only be quieted by Jason, who understands how best to placate his brother. Jason slaps Luster, turns the carriage around, and, in attempt to quieten Benjy, hits Benjy, breaking his flower, whilst screaming "Shut up!". After Jason gets off the carriage and Luster heads home, Benjy suddenly becomes silent. Luster turns around to look at Benjy and sees Benjy holding his drooping flower. Benjy's eyes are "...empty and blue and serene again.".
Appendix: Compson: 1699–1945[edit]
In 1945, Faulkner wrote an appendix to the novel to be published in the then-forthcoming anthology The Portable Faulkner. At Faulkner's behest, however, subsequent printings of The Sound and the Fury frequently contain the appendix at the end of the book; it is sometimes referred to as the fifth part. Having been written sixteen years after The Sound and the Fury, the appendix presents some textual differences from the novel, but serves to clarify the novel's opaque story.
The appendix is presented as a complete history of the Compson family lineage, beginning with the arrival of their ancestor Quentin Maclachlan in America in 1779 and continuing through 1945, including events that transpired after the novel (which took place in 1928). In particular, the appendix reveals that Caroline Compson died in 1933, upon which Jason had Benjy committed to the state asylum; fired the black servants; sold the last of the Compson land; and moved into an apartment above his farming supply store. It is also revealed that Jason had himself declared Benjy's legal guardian many years ago, without their mother's knowledge, and used this status to have Benjy castrated.
The appendix also reveals the fate of Caddy, last seen in the novel when her daughter Quentin is still a baby. After marrying and divorcing a second time, Caddy moved to Paris, where she lived at the time of the German occupation. In 1943 the librarian of Yoknapatawpha County discovered a magazine photograph of Caddy in the company of a German staff general and attempted separately to recruit both Jason and Dilsey to save her; Jason, at first acknowledging that the photo was of his sister, denied that it was she after realizing the librarian wanted his help, while Dilsey pretended to be unable to see the picture at all. The librarian later realizes that while Jason remains cold and unsympathetic towards Caddy, Dilsey simply understands that Caddy neither wants nor needs to be saved from the Germans, because nothing else remains for her.
The appendix concludes with an accounting for the black family who worked as servants to the Compsons. Unlike the entries for the Compsons themselves, which are lengthy, detailed, and told with an omniscient narrative perspective, the servants' entries are simple and succinct. Dilsey's entry, the final in the appendix, consists of two words: "They endured."
From: John McMillan [mailto:mcmillanj@att.net]
Sent: Friday, February 28, 2014 10:07 AM
To: McMillan, Michael
Subject: Re: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Michael,
Does this mean that you will not help me at this time?
Sincerely,
John Kevin McMillan.
John Kevin McMillan
From: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
To: 'John McMillan' <mcmillanj@att.net>
Sent: Friday, February 28, 2014 11:56 AM
Subject: RE: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear John,
You inhabit a very strange world. I am not quite certain what to make of the comment
I cannot estimate how many days or weeks it will take for Assistant District Attorney Rob Drummond complete his review
I appreciate that you have to live with a forward slash type optimism, and filter the present through this …It is not my experience that investigations by the district attorney ever are cause for such optimism, as the American justice system is an anachronism of a time long dead.
I have noted that all your communications to me are flavored by this optimism, despite the fact that the problems around which this optimism is centered only seem to morph into ever more complex forms.
You might be an interesting fiction writer, for like Faulkner, you have your own “fictional Yoknapatawpha County”, inhabited by ever optimistic people facing unsolvable problems, not only as a plot device, but also a way of life, something which gives meaning to an otherwise meaningless existence.
Mike
From: John McMillan [mailto:mcmillanj@att.net]
Sent: Friday, February 28, 2014 8:53 AM
To: McMillan, Michael
Subject: Re: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear Kind Older Brother Michael,
Did that letter to me of yesterday I shared with you that was written by Investigator Lori Carter of the DA's Office in Austin offer you an additional indication about my being a real-life victim of crime here in Austin?
As you know, Michael, I do not lie to you, and in fact I will state again that I appreciated the two total mornings ever since mid-April 2011 (those two mornings having been Sept. 3, 2011, a Saturday; and Sept. 10, 2011, a Saturday) in which I woke up on my bed after a full night's rest that was never interrupted in the middle of my sleep, and in which I felt full REFRESHED from my sleep that morning! I have sometimes wondered whether those two particular Saturdays were possibly a "religious day" of some type for the alleged illegal intruder, or whether he or she was possibly in jail or out of town on either of those two particular Saturday mornings, which explains why he did not rape me during my sleep on one or more of those two Saturday mornings.
In view of this new development from the DA's Office, Michael, will you please be willing to consider lending me $200 or $300 this week or next Monday, at the very latest, that I can then use toward paying my rent due March 3, 2014?
And as always, I am very determined to pay you back in full, and with interest, during my lifetime for your kind generosity toward me.
With Friendly Wishes,
John Kevin McMillan.
My routing number ....
My checking account number....
John Kevin McMillan
From: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
To: 'John McMillan' <mcmillanj@att.net>
Sent: Thursday, February 27, 2014 5:07 PM
Subject: RE: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear John,
I find your communications rather curious and cannot decipher their “meaning”. You always have interesting and different Problems with a capital P. I also realized at some point they were too complicated for me to effectively remediate in any way, as they involved multiple elements beyond my limited capacity of comprehension. I also realize that any effort I spend trying to decipher an essentially insolvable enigma, only depress me with the realization of my own limited capacity to “change the world”, much less help someone in need. I have a great difficulty sorting out your“perspectives”, except that all of them seem to end badly in your case, guaranteeing the life blood of the endless perpetual problems which characterize and define your life.
I just do not know what to make of it.
Mike
From: John McMillan [mailto:mcmillanj@att.net]
Sent: Thursday, February 27, 2014 12:03 PM
To: McMillan, Michael
Subject: Re: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear Michael,
One major intent of the initiative taken by the Travis County District Attorney's Office on my behalf is to help protect my own legal right and human right to enjoy "safe housing" inside my own rental apartment unit. So when a legal action on my behalf by the DA's Office does occur, that will definitely help me to get a full night's rest every day---which will also greatly enhance my own job performance as a waiter in restaurants, or in any other honorable and law-abiding career I might choose to pursue, such as in the field of religion or in the field of law-enforcement or in the field of education.
I wish to emphasize to you, Michael, that the Travis County DA's Office chose to call me about this, and did feel a need for 35 minutes of discussion with me on the telephone about this matter. My own conduct is definitely law-abiding, and the DA's Office will not charge me any fee for its legal services on my own behalf.
Michael, if I can hold onto my apartment unit at least until the DA's Office takes legal action on this case, that will be very, very helpful to me. My own credit rating is not good at this time, partly because of all the medical bills I've had in the last few years. Also, I cannot afford to move to another apartment unit at this time. If some mutual-consent friend or relative of mine is willing to let me move with that friend or relative, that would be one possible option. However, no one has been willing to do that for me so far.
Again, it is very major progress that the DA's Office Prosecuting Attorney is pursuing legal actions on my behalf---all at no expense to myself.
I would be very, very grateful to you if you are willing to lend me $300 at this time through an online wire transfer into my... checking account here in Austin.
With Friendly Best Wishes, and please let me know if you ever know of any relative or mutual-consent personal friend of mine who might be willing to let me move in with him or her on a temporary basis,
John Kevin McMillan.
Home phone: (512) 342-2295.
John Kevin McMillan
From: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
To: 'John McMillan' <mcmillanj@att.net>
Sent: Thursday, February 27, 2014 1:41 PM
Subject: RE: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear John,
I have zero confidence in the Texas legal system, except when they want to kill someone, at which they seem relatively efficient . I try to avoid talking to attorneys…as I have enough problems of my own with out seeking them out. I also do not believe in the extensive system of incarceration and the arbitrary use of “felonies” or “three strikes” to perpetuate this waste of public monies.
Your problems always overwhelm me…so much so that I can never get any perspective.
I am just impressed that they never end.
Mike
From: John McMillan [mailto:mcmillanj@att.net]
Sent: Thursday, February 27, 2014 11:15 AM
To: McMillan, Michael
Subject: Re: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Does your reply letter imply that you are not willing to offer me a temporary loan wire transfer into my Wells Fargo checking account at this time?
I am raising this question partly because I thought you would be impressed by the fact that the Travis County District Attorney's Office has indicated to me late this month that it definitely plans to pursue legal actions relating to this crime case in which I am definitely the victim. That is grounds for hope that at least one person in Austin, Texas, will be charged with a felony crime in the very near future.
With Best Wishes,
your only biological younger brother, John Kevin McMillan.
John Kevin McMillan
From: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
To: 'John McMillan' <mcmillanj@att.net>
Sent: Thursday, February 27, 2014 12:55 PM
Subject: RE: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
There is a puzzle, maybe associated with Buddism, of a man trapped on a ledge; he can not go back as there is a huge hungry tiger…waiting to attack, nor can he go further down, for there is another tiger also hungry , waiting. He is thirsty and hungry and cannot sleep properly on the ledge..What should he do?
The answer of course is why did he place himself in such a predicament, when overall there are zillions of wonderful things to do in life..
There is an old Cherokee story;
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between 2 "wolves" inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
From: John McMillan [mailto:mcmillanj@att.net]
Sent: Thursday, February 27, 2014 10:32 AM
To: McMillan, Michael; McMillan, Michael
Subject: Fw: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear Michael,
One additional pertinent information I need to share with you: My total health insurance bill each month is roughly $320, which also includes dental insurance and eye-care insurance for myself. That health insurance is crucial or me, and is truly a life-saver for me.
Michael, I will be very, very grateful to you if you are able to lend me $300 as a temporary loan through an online transfer into my....checking account this week. My rent payment is due March 3, 2014, at the very latest.
Thank you again, Michael, for being one of the kindest and most generous biological relatives of mine from my entire life. Please let me know is there is ever anything I can do to be helpful to yourself, such as if you ever need any item I could buy for you in Texas, in your happily-married and mutual-consent marriage life in beautiful Southern California.
With Friendly Best Wishes,
John Kevin McMillan.
John Kevin McMillan
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From: John McMillan <mcmillanj@att.net>
To: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
Sent: Wednesday, February 26, 2014 11:55 PM
Subject: Re: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear Michael,
I am very grateful to you for giving consideration to this admittedly urgent request from myself.
January and February are traditionally the two slowest months of the year for restaurant waiters in Austin; also, February has only 28 days, which deprives me of three additional workdays I otherwise would have had this month.
Another factor is that I have been advised by a state agency official in Temple, Texas, that it makes sense for me to minimize the amount of eating and drinking I do in my apartment unit during this period. I have been buying one-serving containers of food and beverages in places like Seven-Eleven convenience stores, for instance, and eating the food or drinking the beverages away from this apartment unit, as much as possible.
As you know, Michael, I tested positive for arsenic in my urine a matter of a week or two after my new roommate, an elderly.... man who had responded to a polite Craigslist roommate-wanted ad of mine, moved into this apartment, (which he did on my birthday (!) of April 27, 2013).
I permitted him to move in (and he chose that date for his move-in) only after he had "passed" a cited "background check" by the management team at Wind River Crossing Apartments. Wind River Crossing is reportedly owned and managed by a for-profit corporation (Westdale) headquartered in Dallas, Texas. One member of the management team emphasized to me on the telephone on his own initiative in April or May 2013 that "I myself (Kalish Shackles) did not have any involvement in that background check on (the male adult person applying to become my roommate)."
I was informed in person in late 2013 by an Austin Police Department officer, Officer Broomhall, that my current roommate, an older ... man calling himself (name withheld here for legal reasons), has a "criminal background", that APD officer stated to (himself) in my presence. That APD officer made that emphatic and indignant oral statement to (my roommate) in the living room of this apartment unit (Apt. 325) seconds after (that roommate) informed that APD officer of (his own) cited "date of birth" of ... and cited "legal name" of ....
Oddly enough, APD has refused to interrogate (my roommate) in connection with my having informed APD that I would like to press charges against (himself) for allegedly having contaminated and allegedly (or possibly) having put poison in my foods and beverages inside this apartment unit in numerous occasions over a multi-month period. (My roommate) has repeatedly boasted to me that APD does not take ANY of my criminal-law complaints seriously, so that he is very sure that he will NEVER be interviewed or detained by any APD officers at any time.
(My only current roommate) has also repeatedly stated to me, and even boasted to me, that he is very sure that APD will NEVER order any DNA-swab testing on (that roommate's own) genitals. He also has emphasized to me that he would not agree to let APD order any such test on himself, since he would insist on protecting his own privacy rights.
Needless to mention, I myself have repeatedly made it very clear to (my one total current roommate) that I do NOT agree to, and I DO NOT want to have, any physical contact with him or any sexual contact with him of any type. I even made that a pre-condition to his being permitted to move in with me, since I included that in a letter of understanding that I sent to members of the management team at Wind River Crossing Apartments and to himself....
I have installed several additional locks and bolt-locks in my bedroom, where I am the ONLY person who is supposed to be sleeping in this room (and I ALWAYS sleep alone, and I ALWAYS lie alone on my bed; and I am, in fact, a longtime celibate-by-choice single adult gentleman), and I now have a total of eight locks or bolt-locks to doors and closets and the sliding glass-door leading into my bedroom from an outdoor balcony that any alleged intruder could enter merely by walking up an outdoor flight of stairs to this side of Building 3 at Wind River Crossing Apartments. I make sure that all of my bolt locks and locks are fully secured before I go to bed at nighttime.
My grounds for hope, Michael, is that the DA's Office plans to mail me a follow-up letter in the near future about this continuous felony-crimes anal-rapes and personal-injury-crimes case in which I am definitely the victim (with all of the anal rape crimes occurring during my sleep as I lie ALONE on my bed). So there is every hope that the alleged obstruction of justice----including alleged destruction of crime evidence from myself---by one or more APD officers will result in criminal charges being filed by the DA's Office against one or more APD officers.
The City of Austin City Attorney's Office has already sought exemption from the Texas Open Records Act in regard to records it has of APD employees or other City of Austin employees feeling a need to consult an attorney (presumably that was a member of the City Attorney's Office staff) about this crime case in which I am a victim. This indicates that one or more City of
Austin officials or APD officials are aware that these crimes victimizing me are, in fact, occurring, and they presumably sought guidance from a City of Austin staff attorney about what the legal-liability implications for the City Government of Austin are as a result of that.
Michael, it is good to sense you support my legal right to enjoy a full night's sleep every night ---8 or 7 consecutive hours, for instance--without my ever being awakened on my bed with pain in my anus or other pain in my body that indicates that an illegal intruder... had allegedly "struck again" inside my bolt-locked private bedroom.
I have often heard the sounds of a human being WALKING above the ceiling of this unit, which is a top-floor, vaulted-ceiling apartment unit at Wind River Crossing.
Michael, THANK YOU for your great kindness toward me during this period in which I feel very confident that the DA's Office will finally be filing criminal charges against at least one cited suspect (and presumably an APD employee or some other City of Austin employee may be that very suspect; though I would think it insightful by the DA's Office if they also file criminal charges...in connection with this crime case.
I feel much better for reading your very kind reply letter, Michael. I hope to hear from you soon.
With Friendly Best Wishes, and just now I had a "flash-back" to the summer in which we both took tennis lessons in the same outdoor class near Gregory Gymnasium on the campus of UT-Austin, with that bald-headed male instructor for some reason choosing to use a tennis racket to demonstrate the meaning of the word "parsimonious" at one point during that tennis class. The lobs so many of us were hitting were fun at times, since they reminded me that maybe I could have done better in baseball if only I had kept it up, since the balls so often went over the fence if you remember.
I need to look up the word "parsimonious" that our tennis teacher decided to emphasize to us all in that outdoor class in which Glenn McPhail of Eanes ISD also was a student. Glenn must have been in your grade level; but I realize that he did not attend Austin High or O. Henry Junior High; he remained with Eanes ISD for all of his primary and secondary school years.
With Friendly and Grateful Best Wishes,
your younger brother, John Kevin McMillan.
Home phone: (512) 342-2295.
John Kevin McMillan
From: "McMillan, Michael" <mmcmilla@med.usc.edu>
To: 'John McMillan' <mcmillanj@att.net>
Sent: Wednesday, February 26, 2014 2:53 PM
Subject: RE: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear John,
I am a little surprised to hear from you now, and also surprised that you still have the problem of holding on to your apartment.
I have not been following your case against the APD, nor do I really want to, as it is my impression that there are no winners in a legal case involving police officers as the jury almost always sides with the officers, especially in Texas. I also find myself amazed at how your problems transform themselves into other slightly different problems…as if there were no end to them, only the illusion of an end. I also have zero..less than zero ..confidence in the American legal system, and hence only view your optimism as semi delusional..and potentially leading to more slightly transformed problems..that always seem to characterize your life.
Ie..I see no end in sight.
Anyway, I will consider your request, however, I do not want to give you false hope, especially since my supplying you with money does not really solve anything, historically speaking.
And of course, you are not the only one who has problems,
Mike
From: John McMillan [mailto:mcmillanj@att.net]
Sent: Wednesday, February 26, 2014 12:25 PM
To: McMillan, Michael; McMillan, Michael
Subject: 2-26-14 good news, along with an urgent request for temporary loan
Dear Michael,
Last Thursday I received a phone call from Prosecuting Attorney
Rob Drummond of the Travis County District Attorney's Office, and our three-party conversation (with Investigator Lori Carter also participating from her phone line at the DA's Office in Austin) lasted a full 35 minutes.
Prosecuting Attorney Drummond stated to me in that conversation that he plans to subpoena records from the Austin Police Department relating to an alleged felony-crime violations of the law by one or more employees of APD in regard to their conduct toward me.
I will be very relieved when a suspect finally gets arrested and charged with a felony crime in his (or her) conduct that allegedly victimized myself inside my bolt-locked apartment unit.
Michael, I am making major progress, finally, on this continuous-crimes case, with help from the DA's Office. Prosecuting Attorney Drummond emphasized to me on his own initiative in the phone call that he has not seen ANY evidence indicating that I myself am anything but law-abiding.
Michael, I would be very, very grateful to you if you would be willing to lend me a temporary loan of $300 or $350 through a wire transfer into my ... checking account at this time, which will enable me to hold onto this apartment unit until this continuous-crimes case is finally solved in the very near future. Apparently there has been some surprising illegal involvement in this crime case by one or more APD officers here in Austin, Texas.
Incidentally, I have not found any other place I could move to, and I would have to give a full one month's notice before I move out from this unit, in any event, or I would be subjected to a $1,000-plus fine for alleged violation of my contract with Wind River Crossing Apartments.
If I do win a lawsuit resulting from this crime case, which seems increasingly likely since a first-rate private attorney is now interested in assisting me on this, I will definitely pay you back on your life-saving loan to me during this period, as well as on your previous loans to me.
Thank you in advance, kind older brother Michael, for your much-appreciated reply note on this.
Sincerely and Best Wishes,
John Kevin McMillan,
11411 Research Boulevard, Apt. 325, Austin, Texas, 78759.
Home phone: (512) 342-2295.
My Blog: http://www.johnkevinmcmillan.blogspot.com/
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John Kevin McMillan
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