Goodreads: “The first book to expose the Bilderberg Group and the Trilateral Commission.”
Published in 1980, The Global Manipulators was my youthful foray into the murky world of elite power networks, secretive transnational gatherings, and the sort of institutions one wasn’t then supposed to mention without being gently edged toward psychiatric evaluation.
Amazon offers copies through third-party sellers, always a sign that your work has crossed over from book in print to artifact.
Looking back, The Global Manipulators had all the ingredients of a cult object:
✔ obscure release through Pentacle Books, a small press run by John Michell
✔ provocative thesis
✔ shadowy subject matter
✔ out-of-print scarcity
✔ author later becomes intelligence adviser to a prince
And somewhere in Idaho, a man believes it contains the coordinates to the New World Order staff lounge.
Adding to its mystique, the binding adhesive of this book is of such poor quality that, after a few readings, pages begin liberating themselves from the spine. And after another few readings it disintegrates altogether.
To promote The Global Manipulators, I was invited onto Jonathan King’s radio talk show on WMCA in New York.
Back then, these broadcasts were in-person, in-studio.
Straight out of the gate, King accused me of being a thief.
In The Global Manipulators, I candidly admitted to “borrowing” the Bilderberg Group’s gavel after finding myself alone at 2 a.m. inside the conference room of the Imperial Hotel in Torquay, UK, where Bilderberg was due to convene hours later. (I guess I was destined to be a spy….)
Young investigative journalists occasionally exercise questionable judgment. Especially after several Jack Daniels’ in the hotel bar while waiting for everything to shut down.
The gavel, I felt, had journalistic merit.
Not least because nobody back then believed Bilderberg existed.
Also in studio was François Sauzey, spokesman for the Trilateral Commission, whose purpose was to refute much of what I had written.
(The Trilateral Commission emerged from discussions at the 1972 Bilderberg Meeting as a way of incorporating Japanese industrialists, bankers and politicians—the “third sphere” beyond North America and Western Europe. A few years later it became better known than its parent after Jimmy Carter seemingly arose from nowhere—actually from a network of Trilateral backers—and filled his administration with Trilateral commissioners, beginning with Zbigniew Brzezinski, who had co-founded the organization with David Rockefeller, to advance a “New World Order,” as newly ordered by worldly globalists.)
So there I sat: accused by a future convicted sex offender while being rebutted by a Trilateral apparatchik, who tried to convince the audience that the globalist organization he represented was neither influential nor manipulative.
Apparently, 225 of the most powerful bankers, industrialists, media executives and politicians in North America, Western Europe and Japan simply gathered behind closed doors to exchange views on atmospheric conditions.
Much as New York bankers and their political pets gathered privately at Jekyll Island in 1910 to discuss, one assumes, sea breezes.
Jonathan King, history records, was convicted in 2001 on multiple charges involving the buggering of teenage boys.
Sauzey died relatively young, at 60. Apparently, he was a talented poet—and God bless him for that. But poetry doesn’t pay bills.
A few days later, I learned that a high school teacher I knew played the broadcast while it was airing live for her students. The comment relayed back to me from one of them was, “Gosh, he’s brave.”
I hadn’t felt brave. Outnumbered perhaps. Ambushed. But not brave.
Courage may simply be when you don't realize you're supposed to be intimidated.
Oh, and there was the time Peter Reynolds—a Liberty Lobby hack I met in Torquay—threatened to kill me after I exposed his boss, Willis Carto, as a neo-Nazi.
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Some months later, when Reynolds was in Munich for Oktoberfest, someone whopped him on the head with a beer bottle—and he died.
I wasn’t there.
Nor do I claim supernatural intervention.
But if one wished to construct a legend around the dangers of taking on The Global Manipulators—the book, not the actual manipulators—I would be ill-positioned to object.