MI2 F3 @ 6&7 4 CSI Skinners Hall – Chapter 4
TREASON CHARGES under 18 USC S 2382 will be forthcoming if the Governors do not follow the law. Those charges will be similar to those found by googling this G-Spot:
[ mccain + MCCONNELL + pawlenty + TREASON ]
While the Marines and Syria demonstrate to the world we are BROTHERS IN ARMS it would be a very good time for a GUT CHECK by Biden, Hillary, Panetta, Lumpjaw, Lindsay Graham, Sista Rice, Twisted Sister and whoever the impostor is, be it Soetoro, Ubayd or Obama in that order, capeche? As Chips was arriving at RAF Northolt to brief 3 parliamentarians, a London Fog enveloped the Mercedes and a little hand landed in his lap after a Clipper Pastel Palette had cued up a song to signal the end of Banker Wars and spilling of innocent blood of all service personnel of all generations of all nationalities, all life styles and all branches.
Atomic Betty turned from the driver’s seat of the Merecedes SUV and handed Chips a hand written note: Chips, remember Pat Tillman, Tyrone Woods, Glen Dougherty, Taylor Morris and your Annapolis Classmate Captain Chic Burlingame and prepare to rip Hillary, Biden, Kerry, Lumpjaw, Rice, Marcy, the Carolina fag and ‘whoever he is’, a new one. And Chips, as you prepare to gird up thy loins, perhaps you’d enjoy another set of loins to join you. AB, CSE.
Scripture of the Day and FINAL WARNING, triplets:
That the aged men be sober, grave, temperate, sound in faith, in charity, in patience.
Thou therefore gird up thy loins, and arise, and speak unto them all that I command thee: be not dismayed at their faces, lest I confound thee before them.
18 For, behold, I have made thee this day a defenced city, and an iron pillar, and brasen walls against the whole land, against the kings of Judah, against the princes thereof, against the priests thereof, and against the people of the land.
19 And they shall fight against thee; but they shall not prevail against thee; for I am with thee, saith the LORD, to deliver thee. (Jeremiah 1:17-19, KJV)
Ezekiel 3: 16 to 21
And it came to pass at the end of seven days, that the word of the LORD came unto me, saying,
17 Son of man, I have made thee a watchman unto the house of Israel: therefore hear the word at my mouth, and give them warning from me.
18 When I say unto the wicked, Thou shalt surely die; and thou givest him not warning, nor speakest to warn the wicked from his wicked way, to save his life; the same wicked man shall die in his iniquity; but his blood will I require at thine hand.
19 Yet if thou warn the wicked, and he turn not from his wickedness, nor from his wicked way, he shall die in his iniquity; but thou hast delivered thy soul.
20 Again, When a righteous man doth turn from his righteousness, and commit iniquity, and I lay a stumbling block before him, he shall die: because thou hast not given him warning, he shall die in his sin, and his righteousness which he hath done shall not be remembered; but his blood will I require at thine hand.
21 Nevertheless if thou warn the righteous man, that the righteous sin not, and he doth not sin, he shall surely live, because he is warned; also thou hast delivered thy soul.
(Ezekiel 3:16-21, KJV)
2 The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together, against the Lord, and against his anointed, saying,
3 Let us break their bands asunder, and cast away their cords from us.
4 He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh: the Lord shall have them in derision.
Gospel Song of the Day: Why Me Lord?
I have a prayer request. There’s a lady I’ve known forever. She’s very sick. On top of that, she’s being abused by those to whom she has given everything. Lies about her abound, and seem to come from all sides. Just breaks my heart. Seems there’s nothing I can do alone but maybe, if we join in and lift her up together, we can heal her. She’s well over 230 years old, but way too young to die. Her name is ‘America’… And I love her and have always been proud of her. Take time to say a prayer for her – even if it is a short, simple prayer like, Lord, please heal our land. Amen.
Secular Song of the Day: ( Hey Obama…) This Is My Country
Global Awakening Has Occurred:
Way back in the last chapter, Agent Chips had opined that prior to 1737:19 on 11 September, 2013 Treason charges would be laid, I say again LAID, against Barry Soetoro and the other ‘cornered cronies’ trying desperately and unsuccessfully to distract America and the world from exposing Benghazi by starting a war in Syria that is opposed by Americans by this ration: 499 to 1. On Thursday, 5 September Articles of Impeachment were filed against the Crown Agent created by Kristine Marcy from the Foreign Fugitive File and the Canadian Wandering Persons Registry created by Norman Inkster and notice, for the record, I said Portfolio not Pork Fellatio which would be an act of heterosexual gratification if Fergie would lose weight and then munch on the PTRC, which has probably been her dream since her pedophile friendly estranged beard reversed course on the morning of 9/11 where he been inbound to Atlanta to reign over the eastern capitol of the NWO continent while ( redacted ) would rule from the western capitol of Denver which is located in one of the three states mulling secession if Agent Chips and Governor Scott Walker are not given the keys to the Republic of the United States. If Scott Walker can do on a national scale what he has done in Wisconsin, he would be supported by Wisconsin’s own Abel Danger Global Intelligence which just last week joined Vladimir Putin and President Assad in bitch slapping Choomer, Lumpjaw, Carolina Fag and King Ketchup in causing Obama to start backing up at the fastest rate seen since Al Gore fell off the global political stage, once again because of Abel Danger, when they suggested to Gore that if he set his fraudulent ass in Oslo he may become a Wandering Fugitive.
Arriving a gilded gate, Atomic Betty, attired to appear a London Cabby from the Worshipful Company of Hackney Carriage Drivers got out of the right front door and opened the right rear door allowing Agent Chips, alone, to get out of the Mercedes. Although unseen by the other agents or the ubiquitous CCTV cameras that catch every movement in London, excepting the Mediterranean couple who followed Gareth Williams to his death, Atomic Betty gave Chips a quick TI assessment results of which were 97% and rising. Before Chips could maneuver for an MI check, an erudite gentleman approached and gave the key words, “it’s frequently fogging………..” to which Agent Chips responded “when the Queen’s swans go swimming”.
Atomic Betty holstered her Sig Sauer P226 and returned to the car as a young couple fell in trail of Chips and the erudite gentleman. As the two pair walked towards a phone both, Atomic Betty reappeared this time not looking like a London cabbie and Chips, always the chivalrous heterosexual, noticed she had no VPLs, and he liked that. Just as the Worshipful Companies of Evidence Spolation had done for centuries, i.e. leave a calling card visible at their crime scenes, Chips saw a cap on top of the phone booth which indicated Tactics Tillman was supporting from the ‘red line’ but not the same red line in the sand that Obama set and immediately retreated from when the CRISP alliance stared him down and then ‘bitch slapped’ him back to wherever he came from which most likely is Surrey, British Columbia, Indonesia and Los Angeles in that order before Inkster and Marcy changed his identity from Barry Soetoro, Indonesia Muslim to Barak Mounir Ubayd, Canadian Muslim, to Barack Insane Obama, Muslim Brotherhood representative to the failed street theater called Benghazi.
Chips stopped next to Atomic Betty who was attired in blue, Atlanta Blue, and she handed him a 3 by 5 index card in salmon, a two tab gel tab of Rodney Baldinger NDSU Extend-o-peters and two tins of Chicken of the Sea Smoked Oysters in disguised tins for security purposes. Chips’ proboscis picked up a hint of clover which reminded him of how Old Mother Hubbard was serviced by a canine, perhaps inspiring the name ‘service dog’.
“Old Mother Hubbard, went to the cupboard, to get poor old Rover a bone, but when she bent over, Old Rover Drove her, and gave her a bone of his own.“
As his TI increased anticipating KNIGHT ACTION, he turned his attention away from Atomic Betty’s stuffed shirt and read the brief message on the card fully aware that some people refer to women’s underpinnings as ‘briefs’ although Agent Chips would never be so crass as to refer to an IOC as briefs.
“Don’t let Field put this message in code. Please broaden your horizon and make the President (and John Kerry) see sense before it is too late. The G20 politicians are desperately keen to hide their shame on unprecedented global financial crimes for personal gain. But the fallout will be lethal and may lead to human extinction if Putin McConnell Assad and the CRISP coalition don’t expose McCain’s control of Obama.”
Chips noticed a change in the handwriting and a brief message from Atomic Betty “Chips, much as I’d like to enjoy a meeting of the loins notice the woman on top of the MOUND facing the tree, she is wishing to meet you in 10 minutes or so for a briefing she sent in this musical link.”
The couple following Chips and Atomic Betty drew back the length of a cricket pitch to ensure that Chips wasn’t walking into a trap. Tactics Tillman rotated his London Phone Booth to be at a proper orientation in case he needed to lay down grazing, flanking, interlocking and fusillade FIELDS of fire if the long haired woman with her back to Chips was not Agent Bean Spiller. Tillman had never seen Bean Spiller from behind as every time she turns, heterosexual men tend to reposition to keep their eyes on a pair of GOLDEN GLOBES sporting Mohammed Atta scarves as a constant reminder that those who set up 9/11, Katrina, Murrah, Waco, Deepwater, Aurora, Cudahy, Sandy Hook, Boston Marathon were also trying to distract us from Treasonous Acts including those listed above and the Acts of Treason stopped by Abel Danger such as the Peachtree Road Race False Flag cancelled on 4 A July, 2013 which caused Janet Napolitano to flee DHS or the upcoming cancellation of the BLUE RIDGE FEMA False Flag set to occur, in fact be centered within a 17 mile radius of 39.063°N 77.889°W and one of the available weapons is a BLUEBIRD which may be found by googling Abel Danger G-Spot here:
beaver + snatch + bluebird + ioc + pastel + blatchford + chips
Chips was approaching Bean Spiller who was standing still on the top of the hill but not like the FOOL ON (capitol) HILL. Chips cleared his throat as he was briefed to do in the Umbrellaman briefing of Operation CRISP FOUR-PLAY. In response to Bean Spiller’s challenge: “Bluebird Snatch” agent Chips replied “Sienna Beaver”.
Without facing Chips, Bean Spiller took his hand and led him to what he hoped would be the gates of a woman but in fact was the non-gated Special Forces Club which had a history of solving “6’s and 7’” going back to 1945 which is related to their address, 8.
Chips and Bean Spiller met a dark haired beauty at the reception desk who asked, “Members or guests” to which Agent Chips responded by passing her a 178th FIS Club Card from the North Dakota Air National Guard not to be confused with the U S Naval Academy Club card Agent Chips applied for on the day that Petraeus Broadwell was an issue, 9 November, 2012 and to this day no one outside of Abel Danger understands the significance of the surname Fleck. She smiled and pointed to the stairway and said two words: “they’re waiting”. Chips nodded politely and noticed she had a nice rack for someone from New Delhi who may be related maternally to a Gurkha and paternally to a Sikh. He remembered the words of Jesus, Seek and Ye shall find as were written in the Gospels but also in Jeremiah 29:13. From Matthew 7:7 we find:
7 “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
Bean Spiller led Agent Chips to a door, open a crack, that had a Pastel Turquoise IOC dangling from the knob. Bean Spiller pushed the door open quietly, quiet enough so both the CEMAW Cherokee Maiden and Chips the Cherokee graduate of Annapolis could hear a signature song playing as if to further confirm they were among friends. Absolut friends.
Entering the room they saw three men and one woman. One man appeared to be from Nepal not only from his physical appearance but due to a military award he was wearing. The second mand appear to be Russian from his steel blue eyes, a red white and blue lapel pin, and a bottle of Ukrainian Vodka, half empty, before him. Next was a perky brunette who spoke not a word but gave Chips a ‘free shot’ of Pastel Turquoise. The third man was a former assistant to Hague, the rat bastard Brit. He was gay. He was the first to speak.
“Agent Chips, welcome to our club. Condolences in the losses of Albert Shaufelberger Jr. and Francis Chic Burlingame. I represent three of the MPs who are very adamantly opposed to the Syrian solution to Obama and Hillary’s Benghazi problem and the Treason problem facing Kerry and McCain. The lady between myself and my Russian brother in arms has so post meeting appointments for you so we will be uncharacteristically laconic. In order of Nepal, Russia and Britain, we have three questions to ask through a second lady who will join us now.”
The Brit selected F4 on his Clipper Cocked Hat and the sound of a Tugboat let the female half of Abel Danger’s Tugboat Twins know it was time to read the three questions.
As Tugboat JG appeared, she had three 3 x 5 salmon colored index cards in her left hand and a pair of frosty mugs with a GOLDEN COCK and Red Courage logo indicating she was there to support the Marine with a pair of nuts the size of medicine balls. She placed one frosty mug in front of Chips and another she place on the moderator’s podium. Chips noticed she had simple, pouting breasts, and he like that. It reminded him of when Tugboat JG had been a flight attendant who did not speak jive.
Tugboat J took a loading dose of Courage and asked Chips a question forwarded by the man from Nepal.
“Agent Chips, what do you know of Gurkhas and what message did you send to Putin and GRU on Friday, 6 September, at 1456 CDT”.
“I am well aware that the Gurkhas are warriors native to Nepal who are famous for their unquestionable loyalty, ambition, ferocity and resolve, you know, like Field McConnell. They first gained fame during the Gurkha War in 1814 when HSBC’s predecessor, the British East India Company had tired to invake Nepal and had their asses handed to them. Impressed by their combat skills and bravery the British offered to hire the Gurkhas to fight for the Brits, who like Cameron and Clegg, are a bunch of wankers. The Gurkhas, including the one whose great grandson lives in Ellsworth, Wisconsin, went on to fight in both World Wars for the Brits whose City of London Bankers arranged both world wars as a covert act of genocide and profiteering through arms sales to both sides. They were organized into 10 Gurkha Regiments just as FEMA and DMORT are deployed from 10 regions of the Colony known as the Corportation of the United States of America. After 1947 when the OSS became CIA the orginal ten regiments were split between the British Wanker Army and the new Indian ‘kick ass’ Army. The British officers, see also wanker, shirtlifter, tosser, Clegg and Cameron, were disappointed that when offered a choice between the Wanker regiment and the kick ass regiment, Gurkhas by large margin preferred serving in India where wankers don’t survive long. Today in 2013 some Gurkhas are still serving in Nepal, Singapore, Brunei and in the militias of the ARM mostly in Wisconsin, Michigan and Georgia. Regarding my message to GRU and Putin, I have placed 5 copies of the message on your podium, next question at your leisure, sociable!”
Tugboat J located the messages and distributed them to each of the four at the table.
From: Field Mcconnell
To: “firstname.lastname@example.org” ; “RT-US@rttv.ru” ; “email@example.com” ; “firstname.lastname@example.org” ; Field Mcconnell
Sent: Friday, September 6, 2013 2:56 PM
Subject: Please forward to GRU and Mr. V. Putin, with thanks
Please forward to Vladimir Putin and/or GRU this video and my Articles sent to Obama yesterday.
With great respect to Mr. Putin and Russian forces.
Obama is not representing the desires of 99% of we REAL Americans who yearn for peace.
God Bless you and God Bless Russia and Syria and peace loving global citizens.
+001 (715) 307 8222
I flew in an out of SVO as a Captain for Air Astana ( Kazakhstan) in 2008/2009 from city of Astana.
ARTICLES of Impeachment – U S Marine Alleges Crimes Worthy of Impeachment Against Barry Soetoro ’79
U S Marine Alleges Crimes Worthy of Impeachment Against Barry Soetoro ’79
U S Marine Field McConnell, Punahou ’67, Annapolis ’71
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Barry Soetoro, Punahou ’79
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Office of Governor Scott Walker
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John McCain, Annapolis ’58
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I, U. S. Marine Field McConnell, 0116513, Punahou 1967 and United States Naval Academy, 1971, in order to free myself and my fellow citizens from governmental tyranny, do herewith submit these Articles of Impeachment to Congress for the removal of President Barack H. Obama, aka, Barry Soetoro Punahou ’79, from office for his attack on liberty and commission of egregious acts of despotism that constitute high crimes and misdemeanors. On July 4, 1776, the founders of our nation declared their independence from governmental tyranny and reaffirmed their faith in independence with the ratification of the Bill of Rights in 1791. Asserting their right to break free from the tyranny of a nation that denied them the civil liberties that are our birthright, the founders declared: “When a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.” – Declaration of Independence, July 4, 1776.
Returning to the podium Tugboat J took another lengthy pull from her vessel of Courage not to be confused with the vestial virgins in the song from Procol Harum which is rather modest when compared to Agent Chips virtual Harem which included no virgins; at least not for long. Swallowing hard and with a trace of foam on her lips and clover in the air she asked the second question.
“Agent Chips, our Russian brother in arms wishes to know when you first contacted GRU, Putin, Sukhoi and Defense Attache of the Russian Air Force and what message you sent them in May of 2012 and on Saturday, 7 September, 2013. Over to you Chips.”
“Thank you Tugboat J, sociable” and as he lift his mug he got another free shot of pastel turquoise as the lady at the table tapped her timex hoping he might tap her cervix.
“Let me speed this up in the interest of Syrian sovereignty, the exposure of McCain and Kerry’s Treasons, and my raging libido. I first contacted Sukhoi, Russia Today, and the Russian military attaché the day after the hit on the Sukhoi Superjet. I am expecting a dossier on the collusion between several parties in U S and Canada who were trying to shake down Russia with a two generation extortionist and my colleague Agent Hamish will discuss at length, however, in short I pointed out to Russians in Moscow, Kazan and on Tunlaw Road in Washington DC that Bombardier and Embraer might benefit, as would Warren Buffett, if a third entrant two the regional jet market was taken out. KGB/GRU believed me and within 24 hours GRU published an article alleging that the United States possesses the technology to remotely commandeer any airline, OR DRONE, anywhere in the world. Please watch this video put out at 2211 EDT on 9 September, 2013 as I Tugboat J passes out my letter of 7 September, 2013 that went to Obama, Kerry, Hillary, Graham, Rice and Marcy suggesting if Obama does not commit to zero aggression versus Syria, that the CRISP Coalition would have a response that is sudden, loud and overwhelming, just like the U S Air Marshals would have been willing to do before they were briefed on the Strangler’s Suite and the relationship to Hillary, Marcy, Gorelick and Reno, three of whom crafted the Treasonous message of 22 October, 1996.”
From: Field Mcconnell
To: “email@example.com” ; “RT-US@rttv.ru” ; “firstname.lastname@example.org” ; “email@example.com”Cc: Field Mcconnell ; David Hawkins ; Kraig Peterson ; Tim Hagiwara
Sent: Saturday, September 7, 2013 10:43 AM
Subject: Re: Please forward to GRU and Mr. V. Putin, with thanks
I am setting a deadline of 1737:19, 11 September, 2013, for Obama and Kerry to announce NO AGGRESSION against Syria. Thanks from me to the leaders of China, Russia, Iran, Syria for their CRISP* support of peace and sovereignty.
* CRISP will be explained in Chapter 4
I grew up in a Strategic Air Command family. I was told the Russians want to kill us. 50 years later I was flying an Air Astana A320 from Astana to SVO with a Russian Air Force TU-95 Bear bomber aircraft commander in my cockpit, as my invited guest. He knew I’d been an F4 and F16 air defense command pilot who was trained to kill unwanted aircraft in NorAD Airspace. The Russian Bear and the American Phantom got along well in the cockpit and we arrived at Moscow SVO safely and without incident. Perhaps V. Putin can demonstrate both leadership and diplomacy to the skinny twirp from Punahou ’79.
I applaud Mr. Putin and agree that Obama is exposed and a fraud. No reply necessary but please forward to VP and GRU that America sees the same skinny man that Mr. Putin sees.
Thank you, Russia Today, for the CRISP support of Article 11, highlighted below and the video I anticipate you will craft today.
When Civil Case 1:08-1600 (RMC) was tried in United States District Court, District of Columbia, he cooperated with Kristine Marcy in pressuring Judge Rosemary M. Collyer into dismissing the Civil Case as it led directly to the exposure of the 9/11 attack as a False Flag to condition the American people to authorize endless war against non-existent enemies. In the dismissed case were the six illegation modifications to glass cockpit FMS/FMGC airliners that have been illegally operating in United States flagged Part 121 airliner as has previously been acknowledged by Boeing Aircraft Company Legal Counsel Douglas Bain. Wherefore Barack H. Obama, aka Barry Soetoro, by such conduct, warrants impeachment and trial, and removal from office. The Articles of Impeachment have been sent to President Barry Soetoro, Punahou ’79, Senate Majority Leader Harry Reid, Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell, House Speaker Boehner, House Minority Leader Pelosi and the full Judiciary Committee of the US House of Representatives for action.
Any party wishing the electronic tracking of the delivery of the document via USPS please email me, Field McConnell, at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Field McConnell, U S Marine 0116513, Punahou ’67, Annapolis ’71
Tugboat J cleared her throat in preparation of presenting the 3rd question from a female member of parliament just as Chips got a third eyeful of Pastel Turqouise and a shy lady seated between the Brit and the Russian raise her hand as if she wished to raise a point of order.
“Tugboat J let us go to the British gentleman’s question from the female MP but it appears the woman seated between them wishes to raise an issue” as a fourth eyeful of Pastel Turqouise was raising the PTRC anticipating Knight Action. He lady with the Pastel IOC had the floor.
“Agent Chips, I have just received a FLASH FESTUS from Umbrellaman that yourself, Bean Spiller, Ginger Cookie and Atomic Betty are to meet in a room one floor up in three minutes as Umbrellaman and Hamish have the information regarding the financial crimes against Mother Russia. I request you adjourn for a movement, excuse me, move for an adjournment as we get brief, and perhaps debriefed, regarding the crimes against Russia and the Global Commoners. Thank you.
Chips nodded in the affirmative but before he could move for adjournment, the building shook with such ferocity it conjured up thoughts of the night time raids on London during WWII, the war in which Prescott Bush had money on all combatants on all three teams. The lights blinked twice and went out. In the dark confusion, Chips felt the touch of a little hand on the twig and berries so he became erect and ambulated behind the buxom brunette who seemed to know her way around the club. Climbing one set of stairs she turned on a small flash light and found Room 2211. Her Abel Danger knockers, excuse me, knocks were answer by a challenge and response gambit from behind the door.
“It’s frequently foggy” to which he answer “when Queen’s Swans go missing”. As the door opened, a crack, Ginger Cookie, Atomic Betty and Bean Spiller sat around a table with an Omni Globe doing its BIT checks. Background music began to play as the image of Hamish’s face predictably covered the anticipated voice of Umbrellaman, who, even more so than Putin, was a voice of reason.
As they waited, Ginger Cookie passed each of them a 4 x 6 index card with a prescient message from Agent Chips to Scot Kelso, an Agent from the Blair Athol Distillery no relate to Tony Blair the Athol, at least that’s what lisping faggots call him.
Attention Agent Scot Kelso:
Your letter is included, ver batim, in the chapter 5 that is referenced below in two PASTEL TURQUOISE highlighted links. Note the cowards that received it 5 minutes ago, highlighted in yellow. Further, we will be at the radio link for a live show in 90 minutes, grab a Newcastle Brown Ale and join us on the radio/video. If you need to get into the chatroom, contact our Agent Tillman at the KRAIG PETERSON CC email address. Don’t be frightened, we have stopped the military madness sponsored by the City of London, have a PEACEFUL weekend. The Queen’s Swan is dead, and Obama’s Goose is cooked.
Those at the table had finished reading at about the same time the song Atlanta Blue finished which was about the time Agent Chips realized the stunning blonde at Blair Athol certainly must be Agent Mona Blue. Before he could remember Mona Bleu’s pastel prove up code, the lights blinked three times and once again Chips and the Dangerettes were plunged into darkness as Chips hoped to plunge into wetness. As four little hands competed for his bits and pieces, the information Chips was to present to the Russian, the Brit and the Gurkha, as well as the three MPs, went to queue as a GHOST SQUADRON became active in the American Republic Militia knowing that if Syria and the FEMA 3 False Flags were to go live, Christian Patriots would once again have to take to the skies under protection by Umbrellaman and defeat the ENEMIES OF GOD while God, Himself, would laugh at the Fools who were not aware of Psalms 2:2-4.
#1678: Marine links MI-3 Obama’s Chicago Communists to Browder bank, Serco patent, Sukhoi crash
Plum City – (AbelDanger.net). United States Marine Field McConnell has linked MI-3 agent Barack Obama’s University of Chicago Communist associates to William Browder’s hedge fund bankers (HSBC) in Moscow and his alleged use of Serco Livery Company (GAPAN) patent pool devices to crash a Sukhoi Superjet 100 into Mount Salak in Indonesia on May 9, 2012.
McConnell alleges that Obama’s MI-3 associates authorized Browning and HSBC to take a position with Sberbank in Moscow to finance and control the Sukhoi production line through the GAPAN patent pool and then punished Putin by crashing the plane after he tried to take control back from the City of London’s Guild Socialists (Communists).
MI-3 = A global supply-chain protection racket operated through City Livery Company patent pools
Marcy (Crown Agents’ bona vacantia – Prisoner Medical Services – JABS – DOJ Asset Forfeiture Funds)
+ Inkster (RCMP Wandering Persons Registry – KPMG Consulting – Abusive tax shelter and escrow fraud)
+ Interpol (Berlin 1942-1945 – Operation Paperclip – Foreign Fugitive File – William Higgitt – Entrust) + Intrepid (William Stephenson – GAPAN patent pool – MitM Pearl Harbor attack – Kanada Kommando)
MI-3 = Marine Insertion Intelligence and Investigation unit set up in 1987 to destroy above
McConnell notes that in Book 12, published at www.abeldanger.net, agents deployed by the Marine Insertion, Intelligence and Investigations (MI-3) group are mingling in various OODA modes with agents of the Marcy Inkster Interpol Intrepid (MI-3) protection racket based at Skinners’ Hall.
McConnell Links Sister’s National Security To Sukhoi FADEC Sabotage
Russians are investigating theory crash of Sukhoi Superjet 100 was ‘industrial sabotage’
#1633: Marine Links Clinton’s Serco Fadec Patent Pool to RCMP E-Division Spot-Fixed Train in Spain
What global-sabotage caused 5/2012 Crash of Sukhoi Superjet
Sukhoi Superjet 100 Mount Salak crash simulation, final version
FOOTAGE INSIDE SUKHOI SUPER JET 100 BEFORE CRASH TO MOUNT SALAK INDONESIA
Excerpt: Bill Browder, Hermitage Fund CEO, on Confronting the ‘Oligarchs’
“The Mount Salak Sukhoi Superjet 100 (SSJ-100) crash occurred on 9 May 2012 when an SSJ-100 aircraft crashed on a demonstration flight operating from Halim Perdanakusuma Airport, Jakarta, Indonesia. On 10 May, the wreckage of the Sukhoi Superjet was spotted on a cliff in Mount Salak, a volcano in the province of West Java. Due to the widespread debris field where the aircraft hit the mountain, rescuers concluded that the aircraft directly impacted the rocky side of the mountain and that there was “no chance of survival”. On 12 May 2012 it was reported that the remains of several victims’ bodies had been recovered and airlifted to Halim Airport and then taken to the National Police Hospital for identification.
The final report, released 18 December 2012, indicated that the accident was caused by crew members ignoring terrain warnings that they had incorrectly attributed to a database problem. The crew had turned off the terrain warning system and were unaware that they were operating in close proximity to mountains. The crew, including the captain, were engaging in conversation with potential customers as the aircraft impacted the ground.”
“Bill Browder is the grandson of Earl Browder, the former leader of the Communist Party USA, and the son of Felix Browder, the noted mathematician.
He grew up in Chicago, Illinois and attended the University of Chicago where he studied Economics. He received an MBA from Stanford Business School in 1989 where his classmates were Gary Kremen and Ryland Kelley. He later became a British citizen.
Prior to setting up Hermitage, Browder worked in the Eastern European practice of the Boston Consulting Group in London and managed the Russian proprietary investments desk at Salomon Brothers. [Alleged co-conspirator with MI-3 agent Obama in the bombing of WTC#7]
Bill Browder and Edmond Safra founded Hermitage Capital Management in 1996 for the purpose of investing initial seed capital of $25 million in Russia. The business was very successful, profiting from the wave of privatizations occurring in Russia at that time, and increased its investor base substantially. Following the Russian financial crisis of 1998 Browder continued the business of Hermitage investing in Russia, despite significant outflows from the fund. His fund became a prominent activist shareholder in the Russian gas giant Gazprom, the large oil company Surgutneftegaz, RAO UES, Sberbank [allegedly co-financed the Sukhoi production line with Serco banker HSBC and built a man-in-the-middle position to control the Sukhoi supply chain for GAPAN], Sidanco, Avismaand Volzhanka. Browder exposed management corruption and corporate malfeasance in these partly state-owned companies. He has been quoted as saying: “You had to become a shareholder activist if you didn’t want everything stolen from you”.
In 1995-2006 Hermitage Capital Management was one of the biggest foreign investors in Russia and Browder has amassed a significant fortune through his management of the Fund. In 2006 he earned an estimated £125-150 million. In 2007 he earned a further £125-£150 million.
In March 2013, the bank HSBC which is the trustee and manager of the Hermital Capital Management, announced that it would be ceasing the fund’s operations in Russia. The decision was taken amid a libel court case in London and a trial in absentia for tax evasion in Moscow, both against Browder.
“Reversal of fortune
BY LYDIALYLE GIBSON |UNIVERSITY OF CHICAGO MAGAZINE
William Browder, AB’85, was once the biggest capitalist in Russia. After his lawyer was tortured and died in jail, he became one of the Kremlin’s fiercest enemies.
It seems so long ago now, the moment he thought he’d escaped the worst. In 2007, almost two years after being stripped of his visa and expelled from Russia—his home and headquarters for nearly a decade, the place where he made an immense, improbable fortune—investment banker William Browder, AB’85, was on the phone with his lawyer, listening to him explain the huge fraud Browder had narrowly avoided. The scheme had been elaborate, involving a series of phony court filings secretly expropriating $1 billion from his firm, Hermitage Capital Management, to organized criminals and corrupt government officials.
But when the perpetrators arrived at the banks to claim the money they’d stolen, they found nothing there. The accounts were empty. Wary after his expulsion, Browder had quietly withdrawn everything. Weeks after the failed theft, his lawyer pieced together what had happened. “And I began to laugh sort of nervously, but happily,” Browder recalls, “because we had successfully avoided them grabbing our assets.” His lawyer, a 36-year-old Russian named Sergei Magnitsky, didn’t laugh.
Instead he warned Browder, “Russian stories never end this way.”
For Magnitsky, the story ended in death. Looking deeper into the attempted theft, he uncovered another crime, a $230 million tax fraud linked to the same shell companies and the same criminals and corrupt officials who’d tried to defraud Browder’s firm. When Magnitsky reported what he’d found to the authorities, he was arrested and accused of the crime himself. He died almost 12 months later in a Russian jail cell, sick and thin and bruised. Investigators later concluded that he was tortured.
For Browder, anguished and transformed by Magnitsky’s death, the story isn’t over. Once the largest foreign portfolio investor in Russia, whose conduct typified to some the recklessness and rapacity of post-Soviet capitalism, Browder has become a crusader for human rights. Once among Vladimir Putin’s most vociferous cheerleaders, firm in his belief—despite others’ skepticism, and despite Putin’s own encroachments on business and civil liberties—that the Russian president was acting in the best interests of his people, Browder has now become a vehement enemy of the Russian state.
Magnitsky’s grave. (Photography by Dmitry Rozhkov, CC BY-SA 3.0)
Mostly, he’s earned Russia’s ire by telling Magnitsky’s story to anyone who will listen. For three years Browder has lobbied Western governments to enact sanctions against the Russian officials involved in Magnitsky’s detention, brutal treatment, and death—laws “naming names, banning visas, and freezing accounts,” as he puts it. His relentlessness led to the Magnitsky Act, signed into US law last December, which prevents complicit Russian officials from visiting the United States or investing money, depositing assets, and owning property here. It also freezes their current assets. Vigorously opposed by the Kremlin, the Magnitsky Act has soured US relations with Moscow and earned Browder a fresh round of death threats and reprisals from the country where he once lived.
He presses on. In Europe and Canada, blacklist laws similar to the Magnitsky Act are making their way through parliaments and legislatures; campaigning for them has become, Browder says, a full-time job, which he conducts on top of his investment business. “I’m working 16 hours a day, seven days a week.”
So he talks about Magnitsky, to politicians and policy makers and reporters, some of them the same ones to whom he once raved about Russia’s boundless potential. During the past few years, he’s appeared in dozens of newspapers and magazines: the New York Times, the Washington Post, theDaily Telegraph, the Financial Times, Foreign Policy Magazine, Newsweek,Time, Forbes.
Some of the published stories, in tidy rows of black frames, line the conference room walls of his London office. It’s a kind of monument to Magnitsky’s suffering and to Browder’s quest, driven by grief and anger and remorse. Headlines call out in English, French, German, Dutch, Cyrillic. “Dying in Agony,” reads one from London’s Sunday Times. From Barron’s: “Crime and Punishment in Putin’s Russia.” And from Italy’s l’Espressomagazine, “Browder Contro Putin.” News photographs show Magnitsky’s half-smiling office portrait, his grieving mother, his casket ringed with mourners.
Taking a seat at the head of the conference room’s long wooden table, Browder asks, “Well, should I tell you the Magnitsky story from the beginning?” Then he takes off his glasses, rubs his face, and begins.
Browder graduated from Stanford business school in 1989, the year the Berlin Wall fell and capitalism came flooding into the former Soviet bloc. But his Russian connection goes back further, to a grandfather who led the American Communist Party during some of its most robust and raucous years. Born in Wichita, Kansas, in 1891, Earl Browder joined the Socialist Party at age 14. By the time he was 30 , he’d been to jail twice for opposing the draft and World War I, and he’d gone from bookkeeping and factory work to union organizing and activism.
The Comintern invited Earl to Moscow in 1921 and again in 1926 as part of a labor delegation. He married a Russian woman and began working for the American Communist Party. In 1934 he ascended to the party’s highest post, general secretary. Earl led the party—running for US president twice—until 1945, when he was kicked out for suggesting that communism and capitalism could coexist. (In a Harper’s essay 15 years later, he wrote that Stalin had personally ordered his expulsion.) Earl spent the 1950s defending himself against accusations from Senator Joseph McCarthy and the House Un-American Activities Committee, and fighting a deportation order against his wife, Raissa, that dated back to the 1930s.
“So this was my family,” Browder says. After a fairly ordinary American childhood in Hyde Park, where his father, Felix, chaired the University of Chicago math department and Browder earned a degree in economics from the College, that family offered an ancestral link back to Russia. Also, Browder thought to himself in 1989—as the Wall was coming down, communism was crumbling, and the ink was drying on his new MBA—it offered a comparative advantage in business. Looking for jobs that would send him to Eastern Europe, he found one with the Boston Consulting Group in London.
His first assignment took him to Poland, to a failing bus factory in a town on the Ukranian border. There, reading the newspaper one morning, he stumbled on his calling: a series of financial statements for the first privatizations of state-owned Polish companies. A few informal calculations revealed that the companies were being sold for less than half of their previous year’s profits. Browder took out his entire life savings, $4,000; converted it to Polish zloty; and bought shares in a tire company, a bank, and a trading company. In the next 12 months, their value went up ten times. “Now, if you’ve ever made ten times your money on anything,” he told an audience during a 2009 Stanford talk, “you’ll know that it releases a certain chemical in your body. And you want that chemical released again.”
A couple of years later, working for Salomon Brothers, Browder declared himself the firm’s investment banker in charge of Russia, a job no one wanted in a department that didn’t yet exist. “This was 1992,” Browder said. “There was no investment work in Russia.” Still, he wrangled a nickel-and-dime assignment advising on a privatization deal for a fishing trawler fleet in Murmansk, in the far northwest reaches of Russia, 300 miles beyond the Arctic Circle. There he discovered a similar situation to the one in Poland: the company was being privatized for a fraction of its real value. Its 100 ships were worth $1 billion, he estimated, but the total price of shares was only $5 million. He told the company’s managers to buy the 51 percent stake they’d been offered.
Afterward, instead of returning to London, where he was based, Browder went to Moscow. The whole country, he discovered, was up for sale at absurdly low prices. “The entire value of Russia in 1992 was $10 billion,” he said. “For the whole country. All the oil, all the gas, all the metals, all the everything. Ten billion dollars.” He convinced his bosses at Salomon to give him $25 million to invest. Seven months later he’d turned it into $125 million. Not long after that, Browder left Salomon to start his own management fund. He was 32 years old.
Browder moved to Moscow in 1996 without knowing a word of Russian. He had $25 million in initial capital from Lebanese-born banker and billionaire Edmond Safra. Browder called his new company the Hermitage Fund (now Hermitage Capital Management) after the State Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg, the place where Russia kept its treasures. His first office furniture consisted of a picnic table and chairs.
Browder began investing in large but little-known and vastly undervalued companies. The ability to conduct his own firsthand research gave him an advantage over Wall Street investors an ocean away in New York, who had to rely on Moscow brokers. “So I went and visited the oil company that traded at one-tenth the valuation of Lukoil,” a giant Russian oil company, Browder told his Stanford audience. “And there was no difference.” At the less-famous firms, he found “the same surly management, the same rusting oil derricks, the same bad tax inspectors, the same everything.” But their shares cost 10 percent of those of better-known firms like Lukoil. In the same spirit, he invested in Siberian oil fields and chocolate factories on the Volga River.
Browder at the 2011 annual meeting of the World Economic Forum in Davos. (Copyright by World Economic Forum; photography by swiss-image.ch/Michael Wuertenberg, CC BY-SA 2.0)
In the first month, Browder’s fund went up 35 percent. “Not in a year, but in a month.” Seventeen months after that, it was up more than 800 percent, attracting more than $1 billion in investments as more and more investors joined. Browder was featured on the front pages of newspapers. Overjoyed clients invited him to their yachts. “I thought I’d just figured it all out.”
Then in August 1998, the financial crash. Awash in debt, Russia defaulted; its currency devalued, and its stock market dropped 88 percent. Hermitage’s $1 billion suddenly shrank to $100 million. But more alarming than the financial meltdown, he says, were the new enemies it unmasked: Russian oligarchs.
They’re infamous now, but they were mostly unknown then: a powerful, small, and super-rich elite who’d acquired majority shares in almost every Russian company. After the crash, most Western investors withdrew their money and went home, and with them went the oligarchs’ strongest incentive to behave. What followed, Browder told the crowd at Stanford, was “an orgy of stealing”—financial misbehavior of almost every kind. “Asset stripping, transfer pricing, dilution, embezzlement. You name it, they were doing it.” With a 1 or 2 percent ownership stake in companies that the oligarchs were fleecing, Browder saw Hermitage losing money. He decided he had two choices: leave or fight. “I could not just watch it happen.”
He fought. He became what he calls a “shareholder rights activist,” exposing corruption, embezzlement, and mismanagement to force reforms. After a company cleaned up, its share price rose. “My big approach to Russia was that it was a flawed country,” he says, “but trying to fix some of those flaws created opportunity.” While other shareholders urged caution and quieter methods, Browder hired forensic fraud investigators, dug up dirt, filed lawsuits, called reporters. He took on the majority shareholders of the oil firm Sidanco, the electricity monopoly UES, the national savings bank Sberbank, and oil and gas company Surgutneftegaz. He started getting death threats; he employed 15 bodyguards.
Browder’s most famous fight involved Gazprom, Russia’s mammoth gas company. The theft and corruption he exposed there—managers were stealing “an oil company the size of Exxon out of Gazprom,” he said—prompted parliamentary hearings and shareholder votes. Seven months later, Putin fired Gazprom’s boss; actions like that helped convince Browder that his interests aligned with Putin’s. Between 1999, when Browder started buying shares, and 2005, Gazprom’s stock price went up 100 times. Hermitage’s fund went up 40 times, from $100 million to $4 billion. But Browder’s coerced clean-ups were causing dangerous people to lose money.
Returning to Russia after a trip to London in November 2005, Browder was stopped at Moscow’s Sheremetyevo Airport and thrown into detention for 15 hours. The next day he was deported back to London and declared a threat to Russia’s national security.
It was a sign of worse things to come. Browder understood that. In 2003 he’d seen Mikhail Khodorkovsky, Yukos Oil’s chief and once Russia’s richest man, brought up on phony fraud charges and sentenced to eight years in prison after falling afoul of Putin. Browder had at first cheered Khodorkovsky’s undoing; he was one of the executives Browder had battled. As Browder told the New York Times in 2011, he didn’t realize until later that the Putin government’s crackdown against the oligarchs was a sign less that it was trying to root out the oligarchs’ corruption than that government officials were moving in on their turf.
His own expulsion shocked him into realization. It occurred to him he could end up like Khodorkovsky. “I didn’t want to be another victim like him,” Browder says. From London, his base of operations ever since, he evacuated Hermitage’s employees from Moscow. He began liquidating the firm’s Russian holdings and quietly withdrawing the money, leaving a skeletal presence in the country in case his visa was reinstated and it became safe to return.
Then, on June 4, 2007, 50 interior ministry police officers raided Hermitage’s office and that of its attorneys, Firestone Duncan. This was the firm where Magnitsky worked as a lawyer. Claiming they were investigating underpaid taxes, the police took documents, computers, corporate seals, and articles of association for holding companies through which Hermitage made its investments. When a junior lawyer at Firestone Duncan protested the raid, he was beaten so badly he had to be hospitalized.
As Magnitsky later discovered, the seized documents and seals were used to transfer ownership of three Hermitage holding companies to a convicted murderer recently released from prison. Then backdated contracts were forged, showing that those holding companies owed $1 billion to three empty shell companies. Those companies then sued Hermitage’s former holding companies in court, and in a hearing that lasted five minutes, three lawyers hired by the perpetrators pleaded guilty and a judge ordered the holding companies to pay $1 billion to the three empty shell companies.
But the bank accounts were empty. Months later, after getting a strange and unexpected phone call from a bailiff at the St. Petersburg Arbitration Court, inquiring about one of the judgments against the holding companies, Browder asked Magnitsky to investigate. Over several weeks, Magnitsky pieced together the plot and traced it to organized criminals and corrupt government officials. Relieved to have escaped the theft, Browder figured the story was over; Magnitsky knew it wasn’t. He kept investigating and eventually uncovered another crime.
Failing to seize Hermitage’s assets, the perpetrators, Magnitsky found, turned to the $230 million in taxes Hermitage had paid a few months earlier on its 2006 profits. “When we were exiting Russia, we exited very quickly, and we sold a lot of shares,” Browder says. “We declared a profit of $1 billion, and we paid $230 million in taxes to the Russian government.” Using the same documents and court judgments, the thieves applied for a tax refund. “It was the largest tax refund in the history of Russia,” Browder says. “They applied for it on December 24, 2007. And it was granted the same day, no questions asked, on Christmas Eve.”
He and Magnitsky, believing that this was a “rogue operation,” reported what they’d found to the Russian government, filing nine criminal complaints with law enforcement agencies. “And then we waited for the SWAT teams in helicopters to go after the bad guys.” Instead, Browder and his lawyers—seven, including Magnitsky—found themselves under attack. Russian authorities opened criminal cases against them. Browder evacuated his lawyers to London, all except one: Sergei Magnitsky. Younger than the others, he was, Browder says, less haunted by the memory of the Soviet system’s capriciousness and brutality. “Sergei was 36, and he was an optimist and an idealist,” Browder says. And despite the crimes he’d just uncovered and the response he’d gotten for reporting them, “he thought Russia had changed and that there was rule of law.”
So Magnitsky pushed forward, testifying twice against the police officers who’d raided the offices. A couple of weeks after his second testimony, in November 2008, three officers came to his apartment one morning and arrested him in front of his wife and two children. He was charged with fraud.
Browder knew Magnitsky more as an acquaintance and associate than as a friend. But he admired and respected him. “Sergei wasn’t involved in politics, he wasn’t an oligarch, and he wasn’t a human rights activist. He was just a highly competent professional,” Browder wrote in a Foreign Policyarticle in December 2009, when the shock of Magnitsky’s death was still fresh. Sitting in his London office more than three years later, surrounded by framed accounts of Magnitsky’s ordeal and his own crusade, Browder remembers Magnitsky as smart and unpretentious. A guy who took the metro to work and came home to his wife and children. “He was one of these people—you always have these people in class—who knows how to do everything,” Browder says. “People were always going to him with complicated questions; he was the guy who could figure everything out.” That’s why Browder asked for his help after the raid on his office. As he told Charlie Rose in 2012, Magnitsky was “just the most reliable guy we knew.”
Browder didn’t know that he was also incredibly brave.
The nearly 12 months of Magnitsky’s detention and torture are remarkably well documented, laid out in dutiful, matter-of-fact detail by Magnitsky himself. Citing prison cell numbers, dates, hours, statutes, he passed his notes to his own lawyer, who sent copies every month to Browder in London. In 358 days as a prisoner, he filed 450 complaints about his treatment, even as he was beaten and starved and nearly frozen, as he lost 40 pounds and grew sick and then sicker. He was put into cells with 14 inmates and eight beds, into cells so crowded he had to stand up, cells with no panes the window in December and no toilet except a hole in the floor, where the lights stayed on 24 hours a day and sewage bubbled up from below. One night he and his cell mates repaired a broken toilet by making a plug out of a plastic cup. They awoke the next morning to find that a rat had bitten a hole in it the size of an apple. “People were afraid to file even one complaint,” Browder says. “He filed 450.”
They are heartbreaking in their prosaic straightforwardness. “At about midday, in the cell,” reads a translation of one, “sewage started to rise from the drain under the sink, and half of the cell floor was flooded straight away. We asked for a plumber to be called, but he only arrived at 22:00 and could not repair the fault. … It was impossible to walk on the floor and we were forced to move around the cell by climbing on the beds like monkeys.”
His jailers kept pressing Magnitsky to sign a confession admitting that he’d committed the crime he’d reported and that Browder had put him up to it. He wouldn’t sign. They must have been so surprised, says Browder. “They figured, ‘Here’s this guy, he’s got a soft handshake, he wears a suit to work. … Put him in a cell with hardened criminals, where they’re fighting over beds and tired and distracted and angry, and within a week he’ll sign anything.’” Instead, Magnitsky kept filing complaints.
After a few months, in June 2009, he was diagnosed with pancreatitis, gallstones, and calculous cholecystitis. The prison doctor recommended surgery. Instead, he was moved to a facility without a hospital, Moscow’s notorious Butyrka Prison. There, isolated from his family and in constant, agonizing pain, his health broke down completely. His lawyers wrote desperate appeals to judges, interior ministry officials, the prosecutor’s office, begging for medical treatment. All of them were ignored. One night Magnitsky was so sick that a cell mate banged on the door for hours calling for help that never came.
On the night of November 16, 2009, Magnitsky crashed. Only then, when he fell into critical condition, was he returned to a prison with an emergency room. But when he arrived there, he was chained to a bed and beaten for more than an hour by eight riot guards with rubber batons, while doctors were kept locked outside. An investigation by a Russian public oversight commission—ordered by then president Dmitry Medvedev after weeks of public outcry—unearthed the details of Magnitsky’s final hours. According to an official document, police restrained and beat him because he appeared “psychotic.” The sign of his psychosis: he said they were trying to kill him.
The next morning, Browder got the phone call. “It was like a knife going into my heart,” he says. He knew Magnitsky was weak and sick; he knew the prison conditions were awful. And he’d been receiving threats himself—in October, a text message referencing The Godfather films: “If history has taught us anything, it is that anyone can be killed.” And just days before Magnitsky died, a voice mail with no words, only screams. Still, Magnitsky’s death stunned him.
Vengeance and justice became his new calling. At first he hoped to find satisfaction within Russia. But those involved in Magnitsky’s death and the $230 million tax theft were being promoted, not prosecuted. So Browder, who gave up his American passport when he became a British citizen more than ten years ago, turned to the US government. “These people did this crime not for ideological reasons, not for religious reasons; they did this crime for money,” he says. “What do they do with their money? The answer is, they like to take their money, put it in banks in America and England and France and Germany. They like to buy property in all these places; they like to send their kids to boarding schools and universities in all these places. And most of all, if and when the regime falls, they want to be able to flee to these places.”
Six months after Magnitsky died, Browder was telling his story before a Congressional commission and lobbying senators to enact legislation barring the alleged Russian perpetrators from gaining any access to the United States. Despite vigorous opposition from the Kremlin and deep reluctance from the Obama administration, which had been trying to reset relations with Russia, the Magnitsky Act passed last fall, sanctioning not only those involved in Magnitsky’s death but other human rights abusers in Russia and beyond—a “beautiful way,” Browder says, to “honor his memory.” In April the Obama administration released its first list of names: 18, plus others it kept classified, with perhaps more coming. On Browder’s list of Magnitsky culprits there are 60 names.
Retaliation from Russia was swift and ferocious. Putin signed a law banning adoptions of Russian children by American families, and Russia issued its own blacklist of 18 Americans. In prosecutions almost unprecedented since Stalin, Magnitsky and Browder were put on trial for tax evasion, one posthumously, the other in absentia. In April Russia issued an international warrant for Browder’s arrest. “We really found their Achilles’ heel,” says Browder, who continues to get threats. “I’m aware I’m taking huge risks by doing this. But they killed Sergei. I can’t just give it up for my own safety. He put himself at much greater risk than I’m doing. He was under their thumb. He was in their prison.”
Now Browder concentrates on emerging markets in Asia. In March the bank HSBC shuttered the last remains of the Russian Hermitage Fund, whose assets had dwindled to $60 million. “It was no longer viable,” Browder says.
Was he naïve, going into Russia so blithely all those years ago? Maybe, he says. “I didn’t know anything about Russia. … I basically said to myself, my grandfather was the biggest communist in America, and the Berlin Wall has just fallen, and I’m going to become the biggest capitalist in East Europe. And for a certain period of time I succeeded.” Looking back, he thinks he never understood the country as well as he once believed. “I still don’t know anything about Russia, even though I lived there for ten years.” Browder recalls an Italian psychiatrist he met at a Moscow cocktail party. “He said that after ten years he thought he understood the Russians, and then after being there 25 years he realized he never would.”
His Russian story isn’t over—“they murdered him,” Browder says, “and the end of the story is when they’re prosecuted for murder”—but in the meantime he keeps telling the part that matters most: what happened to Sergei Magnitsky. It feels almost like a vigil, or a memorial, or perhaps a penance. “My relationship with the world used to be about how much money I made or lost,” Browder wrote in a 2011 Businessweek column. “Now it’s more about humanity.””
More to follow.
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