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Lawrence Abby Gauthier

ace reporter

The Westphalia Periodic News

The Epstein story makes it feel like pedophiles and satanists run the world. It’s creepy.

But appearances can be deceiving.

I’ll tell you what a former Director of the CIA once told a good friend of mine. He said: “Sometimes there are forces and events too big, too powerful, with so much at stake for other people or institutions, that you cannot do anything about them, no matter how evil or wrong they are… Some things are just too big for us to deal with, and we have to step aside and let history take its course.”

As a negentropist, I’d have to agree. Things are moving forward, appearances aside. You just have to look at it from higher ground to see the entire story from beginning to end all at once in an instant. That’s when it’s obvious, that the Idea of Progress is scientific, like baked into the cake.

For one thing, people are now more aware of things like pedophile rings with tentacles into the gristmills of power. When you said things like that back in the 80s, you were dismissed as a dangerous crackpot, a conspiracy theorist. But it doesn’t seem so crazy to people anymore. Maybe we throw our hands up in the air like “but what can I do?” But, nevertheless, we’re more aware now. We can see it happening on our computer screens in real time, like when Dan Rather and CBS started broadcasting from the Vietnam front and people could see for themselves what was going on… an epochal change in perspectives took place, like when the Bible and Torah were translated into the peoples’ languages and science took off…

Ahh, but I digress. It’s a fault of mine, I know.

I was talking about what a former Director of the CIA was telling a friend of mine. It was a heart-to-heart talk.

The year was 1991. The former Director was William Colby, who headed the spy agency from 1971-1973. My friend was John DeCamp, who’d been a Nebraska State Representative since 1971 and was a power in state politics, head of the banking committee, perhaps the next governor.

At the time, in the late 80s, I was running a small town weekly newspaper in western Nebraska. Wheat fields to the horizon.

In 1988, a big story swept across the state, bigger than Husker football or commodity prices. It was about a national network of pedophiles and satanists run out of Omaha, involving some of the biggest names in the state.

Even way out west at the café where I drank coffee with the locals in the morning, all the buzz was about “the pedophile story.”

For a while it looked like everything was going to be swept under the rug until State Senator John DeCamp started demanding answers. He led the effort to create a state commission where the voices of the young victims could be heard.

Because it was the talk all around town and I was the reporter, I called DeCamp’s office, hoping to get some inside information. I loved it when my little weekly scooped the Omaha World Herald.

I got through to DeCamp right away and we got to talking on the phone. We shared common ground. We agreed that sunshine was the best disinfectant. He wanted to give voice to the victims. Let their stories be told out in the open before an official state commission with the cameras rolling for all to view.

We started getting together whenever we were in the same “neck of the woods” (a joke in Nebraska). We became friends. He spent evenings at our place whenever he was in western Nebraska. Whenever I was in the eastern part of the state, we’d get together where he lived and worked as a small town lawyer when he wasn’t in Lincoln, the state capital, wrestling with and against powers with agendas.

We talked about philosophy and geopolitics. I told him about Larouche and fusion and Leibniz and he told me how he had met William Colby before Colby became the CIA Director under Nixon. They’d served together in Vietnam, the Phoenix Project, the kind of secret operation that makes a band of brothers.

By 1991, when Colby and DeCamp had their sit-down, heart to heart talk about pedophiles and satanists, DeCamp was at a low point. He had provided the victims with a stage on which to tell their stories, but a darker power put the victims in jail, charged with perjury.

Colby died in 1996, DeCamp in 2017. Both were buried under cloudy skies. Both deaths raised questions.

And now here we are. Once again, the victims are coming forward. Maybe this time, instead of putting them in jail, we’ll listen and do what’s right.

That would be progress.