From: Scott Kenan
Subject: Re: Regarding Provincetown Tennessee Williams Festival
Date: May 31, 2010 1:14:33 PM EDT
To: Scott Kenan
Cc: RoryMarcusPR@aol.com, msurabian@hunterpr.com, CreConPro@aol.com, Allean Hale, Kenneth Holditch, Gregory Mosher , Mitch Douglas , John Uecker , John DiLeo , mnorrington@stonemountainpd.org, khughes@stonemountaincity.org, patrick.kennedy@mail.house.gov, BarackObama.com Jeremy Bird , Eric Gray
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Got a few, but not all. Sorry. To see why I feel I am taking out the Republican Party almost singlehandedly, see my blog. Separately, I had unknowingly gotten entangled in another of their traitorous activities.
The best politics begins 1/1/10: scottkenan.blogspot.com .
On May 31, 2010, at 1:00 PM, Scott D Kenan wrote:
I did not receive delivery receipts from any of the several people I sent this to that always automatically and immediately send them, so I will resend via other servers until I do.
I apologize to those that receive multiple copies.
Scott
On May 31, 2010, at 12:47 PM, Scott D Kenan wrote:
Letter sent this morning to Jef Hall-Flavin, Festival Director:
Dear Jef,
My name is Scott Kenan and I was Tennessee Williams' assistant from November, 1981 through the opening of the final version of A HOUSE NOT MEANT TO STAND at the Goodman Theatre in April, 1982. I have written a memoir, WALKING ON GLASS: A MEMOIR OF THE LATER DAYS OF TENNESSEE WILLIAMS, and after a disastrous first attempt to get it published by Alyson Books, which could not pay my advance after 5 1/2 months, I forced them to return my rights to me. A publishing house owned by a major foundation in Scotland that has for years done much work for the United Nations, has now had the manuscript for two weeks, and has a view toward buying hard cover rights, worldwide in all translations. No final agreement yet.
The only other publisher I've submitted it to is UNC Press in Chapel Hill. My family founded UNC after donating the land for the Chapel Hill campus, and later inherited Henry Flagler's fortune. Flagler set up Rockefeller as his front man in Standard OIl, but retained 2/3 ownership to his death. He also opened the state of Florida with his railroad, which he eventually ran all the way to Key West. He left his fortune to his last wife, Mary Lily Kenan Flagler (later, Bingham) and having no progeny, she and her Kenan heirs created, in aggregate, the the world's largest trust in support of education under many names besides Kenan. So being a person of modest means, I had hoped to follow in the family tradition to support UNC, but I heard back from them that they do not, as policy, publish the memoirs of living people.
Kenans are quiet people, and I do not like pointing out my powerful connections (I have many more as well), but I met stiff resistance from Michael Remer who manages rights for The University of the South, and his agent, Thomas Keith. They and Don Weise, publisher at Alyson Books, have done everything imaginable to suppress my book (after first pretending otherwise), including several attempts to commit me to a mental hospital, which are documented by the county mental health service. The reason for the hostility is that I am the only person alive who can prove that Remer, in conjunction with Maria St. Just and John Eastman (TW's personal attorney) colluded to bribe certain destitute people to claim Tennessee was incompetent when he signed the codicil to his will which would have shifted management of his estate to Harvard University, while leaving the ownership at Sewanee in appreciation of their education of his beloved grandfather, Walter E. Dakin.
Many years ago, I was given a false diagnosis of Bipolar Disorder and the many years of Lithium kept me in reduced mental capacity and unable to connect the dots of the things I always have known. Only in the last nine months, after I was put on lighter medication and later yet re-diagnosed as having simple family trauma, have i become fully aware of the significance of my knowledge. My book was written in toto before I connected the dots, and in fact, Thomas Keith edited it and proclaimed there is nothing in it that accuses Sewanee of anything (although the facts laid down support my contentions).
Additionally, I was with Tennessee and Jackie Onassis at Jean Stein and George Plimpton's party (Jan. 10, 1982, or thereabouts and reported in my book), when she convinced him to do this. This was when Reaganism was coming into full flower, and "Christian" leaders were calling AIDS God's righteous punishment of gays. No one stood up to them, and fear fell like a curtain across the gay community as a whole generation of our brothers was beginning to fall to a horrifying death. There was nothing incompetent about it.
During the time I worked for Tennessee, he often wanted to visit Maria as he knew she would help organize certain things about his life, but he feared that she would also have him committed (as she had her husband, Peter Grenville, the Lord St. Just, almost immediately after their marriage), and take over control of his business interests. He did later visit her, but she waited to gain control after his death.
Now much of what I write might sound delusional, but time and time again, the mental health services have found me sane. So forget about me (many lies about me have been spread in person and in the press by Thomas Keith, Don Weise, and others, including FOX NEWS). Yet I remain standing, and my book speaks for itself. Here is a link to its website: http://www.walkingonglass.net/reviews.php . I would be happy to send you and all the others I am sending a copy of this email a PDF copy of the version that was readied for Alyson's typesetter.
I have already sent information on these matters to the FBI, State and local law enforcement, and high placed Democratic Party politicians and strategists including Patrick Kennedy, and have informed Harvard's legal department that after I move to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico later this week (I have a contract to buy the first house up the hill from the ruins to the movie set of THE NIGHT OF THE IGUANA on Av. Eva Gardner, and must come up with a down payment later this year to close before the end of the year. I will legally marry Alfredo Diaz, whose first legal given name is Cornelio and also coincidentally was born 8 months to the day after Tennessee died. We are working to reopen the movie set ruins, which includes additional improvements that John Huston built to make the site (sacred to native people since 600 BC, and the exact spot where Cortez, nephew of THE Cortez, subjugated the Aztec nation in a competing display of banners without a single gun shot. It's on Banderas Bay, which means "Bay of Flags.") a place or recreation and celebration for the Mexican people. We intend to use the house and for seminars on writing in general, Tennessee Williams, spirituality, business leadership, and Aztec Culture.
Perhaps your organization will be interested in holding a conference there at special rates to cover costs only that I will offer Williams people and organizations.
I do go on.
Anyway, I (and perhaps Alfredo as well) intend to attend your conference this fall, and hope to meet with anyone who would care to get my perspective on my former friend and employer. Given the current state of politics, you might not feel comfortable answering right away. If you do not, I'll be in touch later, when I am able to make definite plans.
My references include these people whom I know personally:
Allean Hale
Kenneth Holditch
Gregory Mosher
Mitch Douglas
John Uecker (He's a little skittish right now)
Meryl Streep is the celebrity whom I got to know best then who is still alive. I don't know how to contact her, but if she's reminded I'm 6' 11" and we first met at a birthday party for Virgil Thompson at Milton Goldman's apartment in 1981, I believe she will remember. We later crossed paths at the 1981 Kennedy Center Honors events. (All reported in my book.)
I will be copying your PR people as well as most of those mentioned in this email and a few others as well.
Sincerely,
Scott D. Kenan
(cell will work for at least another month.)
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