REPRINT: Turning This Ship Around!!!

REPRINT from here: http://theweathercontinues.blogspot.mx/2014/01/turning-this-ship-around.html

Scott R. Kenan’s residence in Cincinnati looks identical to the houses my parents owned, beginning when I was in late high school.

Good morning Dagwood,

I hope you had a great birthday yesterday – I had skimmed your emails when I was only able to read online, and now have gone back over the last several days to read regularly, since Outlook is working, now, and I can read offline. And since you are now between jobs, I assume you have time to read. This may be an exercise in me trying to organize MY mind, as I too am at a turning point, and I might or might not use parts of this on blog. I trust you have realized that my recent stuff about alcohol is REALLY me trying to understand my own relationship to it and what to do about it – I have never before consumed as much – even though it is only late at night, and before, my sources of stress remained for far less time and I am normally ACTIVE physically, but have a very slow-healing foot after the marshmallow-sized carcinoma was removed – and thank God, finally today, I noticed that the hole IS really shrinking, something I have waited about four weeks to see.

Before that, I picked up a plantar wart in Wilmington homeless shelter November 2011, which because of all the running and avoiding serious attempts to harm me, I never took care of properly, until I saw this doctor, first in December, and the plantar was nothing compared to the carcinoma living under it. You can pick up plantars AND carcinomas from the local soil here, so I really cannot expose it to beaches and salt water – what I believe would speed the healing. And beyond all of this, a hole spontaneously opened in the same place in summer 2010, that never got really infected or anything – but did not close up until September of 2011, giving me about two months the last four years of having two proper feet – me the big hiking guy. I blame it on nerve and circulation damage caused by 30 years of Lithium, but don’t know that for a fact.

And this foot thing which is not as painful as it must sound (although I several times had to move myself alone when it was bleeding and VERY painful – to escape MOB here in Mexico), has kept me from socializing as my previous attempts often led me into danger, because so many are threatened by one thing or another in the many threads of experience I have had and tell about honestly – and occasional sudden violent threats that one likes to be able to RUN FROM if necessary. No matter what parts of my story I misunderstand, there has been FAR too much harassment of me by powerful people, who even broke serious laws to do so – so I cannot go backwards into quiet, these people knowing I could get talkative again later, so have every reason to want to silence me – and my death is the only real option for them. I MUST move forward, and that is my current dilemma, in WHICH WAY???

I really do think there is no real reason to keep exposing things, especially since I’m reporting nothing new anymore – just making stories of the strange connections, etc. And Claude, who has really been a huge financial help, I finally see as living in his own little world.

So he is all I have had since leaving Wilmington late April 2012, to talk to – nearly all my friends turned out to be something else – or they are scared of reprisals if they communicate with me (and NO ONE can fathom – or even BELIEVE -- all my connections, experience, etc., which I DO find understandable). ALL this sort of harassment seems very deeply concentrated ONLY in the hackers now – they diminishing. For two months I feel there is no physical threat really at all here, and probably not, really – if I don’t provoke them -- in the USA, either. The little street drug-hustlers have learned NOT to bother me.

You DO seem to have a larger perspective on things. I could not believe you told me about your trailer – because I already knew all about it and even have seen satellite shots of it close up from Google Maps. I know this is not NORMAL, but one thing I learned to do after many people fooled me, was to search the internet to get some idea of people. The first thing I saw was your LINKED-IN profile, so ALL this is old hat. I have TWO somehow, and no idea how to get into one of them – the one with so many endorsements by a former Exxon exec who has his own company now – and a dentist in Wilmington is the one I think I CAN get into. But you can search L-I “Scott D. Kenan”, I believe, and the only other Scott R. Kenan is a 6’ 10” guy in Cincinnati, my birthplace, whom I first became aware of in the early 1990s, when college basketball recruiters trying to find him, called me in Atlanta.

What is odd about him is that neither he nor his parents are in the Kenan genealogy, and his career is as owner of the Carolina Copperheads online basketball (or something) team – and nothing else. How people make money off such things is beyond me, so of course it makes me suspicious.

Now, I think what I must do is to get real about contacting those agencies that look after the rights of bloggers to see if they can help me sue – and then go from there. I might call your lawyer friend in GA, but not until after I hear something from the agencies. Of course all would be easier with home internet, and my bill comes very soon and I’ll find out about English customer service when I pay at the place (everyone pays bills in person in Mexico), and with hackers receding, I think we can get it going again.

And I think I need to clarify my relationship with the wealthy Kenans – to whom I am blood-connected at about the year 1700, so NOT really connected AT ALL, except for the surname and STRANGE OCCURRENCES. First of all, even in Wilmington area there are very, very few Kenans (at least that bear the name, most Kenan males seem to be gay or something and producing FEW, if any, children). Not long after the time that the Kenans came into their UBER-WEALTH from Flagler, and all but WRK, Jr., who ran the Flagler enterprises inherited by his sister, lived in Wilmington, my granddad’s cotton and tobacco warehouses burned down, the Great Depression hit, and my grandmother died. My grandfather took to drink, and they moved constantly, always being put out.

Dad’s nickname at New Hanover High was “Middle Leg” because of his endowment (not fully inherited by me) – and I suppose he liked to share it. But he was DIRT POOR and the only other Kenans in town were those in huge mansions and chauffeurs, etc., Owen Hill Kenan, who’d been Flagler’s personal physician, making quite the name for himself walking all around town dressed as a Dandy and using a collection of exotic canes tipped with solid gold lion and other heads, so Dad was always compared to these people – and easily resented and perhaps even HATED them.

So after a stint riding the rails as a hobo and settling in San Francisco where he became head of the gift department in the largest department store – bragging to us as kids that he sold alabaster bowls to William Randolph Hearst’s buyer for Marian Davies (can you say QUEER???), Dad fought WWII in the Navy, then landed eventually in Cincy, where his “roommate” in his residential hotel committed Russian-Roulette suicide – that the story I was often told when young. It was soon after that that he became engaged to Mom, and I have surmised that roomie was killed to blackmail Dad into marriage so Mom could hide behind the Kenan name – known to very few – but POWERFUL NAME to the knowing.

We really DID have daily beatings over nothing but my mother’s temper – and china ringed near the edge in alternating pink and mint swastikas. And once my Dad DID forget I was sitting with him and Mom and declare he was going to REMOVE North Carolina Republican Sen. Jesse Helms (it is now claimed that Jesse Helms was the MOST HATED Senator in US History -- his allies more afraid of him than his enemies were), from office as he’d gotten out of control – and because Dad said he had PUT him in office. This then happened. And the hundred dollar bills my parents threw at me to go back to Atlanta the last couple of years I lived there were ALSO real and mysterious – my parents ALWAYS getting that 0.5% interest on savings at least and NEVER using or having cash around.

In 1990, I met Lee Shaffer at Kenan Oil HQ in Chapel Hill, when I arrived about 5:15 at their offices, hoping to find Tom. 60 MINUTES had recently run their piece on Tom and Mary Lily’s recent exhumation, but Tom refused to tell them the results, so I hoped to trade that info with him for a BIG SECRET about Tennessee Williams’ death (before I realized it had been murder – so it was only that Tennessee had CRAB LICE, and Tom’s secret was about Mary Lily having tertiary syphilis -- these things were TOO SCANDALOUS still even then – especially for those in Society, and maybe that is still true) – although I do not know that for fact, it had been written about extensively in several books back then), but although Lee was one of the coolest (and warmest), people I have ever met, when he got me on the phone at Tom’s desk to Tom at home, Tom edged on hostile throughout.

We did discuss very generally the fine personality of Robbie, the guy we had both dated in 1985, but when I told him I would share a secret about Tennessee Williams’ death if he shared about Mary Lily’s, he said absolutely NOT, and that was enough talking. I sent him a couple of snail mails right about the time I fled Georgia in 2010, but got no response – but really, I was still mega-confused about what I was up against, then. I spoke with Christopher (I think that’s the right name), his boyfriend two years ago, no idea if still), by phone summer of 2011, learning that Tom was then returning from Egypt, where deep research had shown me that Kenan Orgs had been spending money rather widely, encouraging the ARAB SPRING. But Tom must have assumed I was trying to get money or something, and so was defensive for that reason – and I have met both near relatives of his and the former head of Flagler System who all told me Tom has over the years turned to ICE to them too, so who knows???

The BIG DOWNFALL for the Kenans is their psychotic secrecy – especially about the extent of their wealth. They NEVER let the name be very public, which is why Kenan Advantage Group as a name is BIZARRE if they don’t have serious ownership (and what a GREAT NAME so you could get into any business under that umbrella). I know Advantage trucking was the larger when they merged, but 2/3 of the top executives, then, came from Kenan Oil/Transport.

Well, at least you know something better of how I fit (and don’t), into “the Family”. I’d better get going with MY research on those blogger/journalist rights orgs . . .

Scott

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