Correo de Noticias al 15/6/07 (2)

Man guilty of ‘Ku Klux Klan’


Published: 15 June 2007


A reputed member of white
supremacist group the Ku Klux Klan has been found guilty in the
US of kidnapping and conspiracy in the 1964 deaths of two
black teenagers.


James Ford Seale, 71, had
pleaded not guilty to charges related to the deaths of Charles Eddie Moore and
Henry Hezekiah Dee in south-west


The 19-year-olds disappeared
Franklin County on May 2, 1964, and their bodies were found later in the Mississippi River.


The jury in Jackson, Mississippi, was told the victims were hitchhiking, stopped by
Klansmen and taken to a forest where they were beaten. The Klansmen were trying
to find out if blacks were bringing firearms into
Franklin County, it is claimed.


Federal prosecutors indicted
Seale in January almost 43 years after the murders. When he is sentenced on
August 24, he faces life in prison on the two counts of kidnapping and one
count of conspiracy.


Jurors deliberated just a few
hours before convicting Seale last night.


The prosecution’s star witness
was Charles Marcus Edwards, a confessed Klansman. During closing arguments
earlier yesterday, prosecutors acknowledged they made "a deal with the
devil" but said that offering immunity to a Edwards to get his testimony
against Seale was the only way to get justice.


Edwards testified that he and
Seale belonged to the same Klan chapter, or "klavern," that was led
by Seale’s father. Seale has denied he belonged to the Klan.


Edwards testified that Dee and
Moore were stuffed, alive, into the trunk of Seale’s Volkswagen and driven to a
farm. They were later tied up and driven across the
Mississippi River into Louisiana, Edwards said, and Seale told him that Dee and Moore
were attached to heavy weights and dumped alive into the river.


"Those two 19-year-old kids
had to have been absolutely terrified,"
US barrister Dunn Lampton told jurors.


In its closing arguments, the
defence asserted that Seale should be acquitted because the case was based on
the word of an "admitted liar."


"This case all comes down
to the word of one man, an admitted liar, a man out to save his own skin,"
federal public defence lawyer Kathy Nester said. "A case based on his word
is no case at all."


In the final part of closing
arguments, federal prosecutor Paige Fitzgerald rebutted Nester’s claims that
Edwards could not be trusted. Fitzgerald also suggested that Seale’s own words
incriminated him.


"Let me tell you about one
man’s word. ‘Yes. But I’m not going to admit it. You’re going to have to prove
it,"’ Fitzgerald said, repeating a statement that a retired FBI agent
testified he heard Seale make after being arrested on a state murder charge in
1964. That charge was later dropped.


The defence claimed that the
prosecution failed to prove key elements needed for conviction and did not
establish that Seale had crossed state lines while committing a crime, which is
vital because that’s what gives the federal government jurisdiction.


Robert Fisk: Disgraced UN chief
and Nazi war criminal Waldheim, dies aged 88

Published: 15 June 2007


So the old rogue is dead. That
is all I could say when I heard yesterday that Kurt Waldheim had reached the
end of his days at 88.I spent months, years, investigating his dark past in what
we now call Bosnia, when he – let us not be coy about this – was part of the
Bosnien-Kampfgruppen of Wehrmacht Army Group E of General Löhr, fighting
"terroristen" (yes, indeed, the Nazis called them terrorists, just as
they talked about the "RAF Terroristenfliegen") in the Balkans.
Waldheim had been secretary general of the UN, had lectured UN officers in
Lebanon on the lessons of "terrorism" and, well – as
was later to ruminate – he knew about that, didn’t he?


I remember, when Waldheim was
President of Austria – stamps were issued, heaven spare us; no mention of
course of 1943 or 1944 or 1945 – how he turned up in
Jordan where the Plucky Little King Mark One (King Hussein, who
liked to rule a British Jordan) met him on the apron. I was at
Amman airport when this outrageous little man snapped to
attention in front of the Jordanian guard of honour, clicked his heels just a
little too quickly, I thought, much as he must have done when he saluted his
masters in
Yugoslavia during the Second World War.


Waldheim – how his friends would
prefer that they didn’t read these words this morning – was based at a town
Banja Luka, a market town where Serbs and Jews and communist
Croatians were murdered en masse, hanged like thrushes from mass gallows or
raped to death in the nearby Jasenovac extermination camp. Waldheim would have
us believe that he knew nothing of all this, that he was a mere intelligence
officer for Army Group E of the Wehrmacht, whose commander, Löhr, just happened
to be tried for war crimes after the Second World War.


It was an Austrian journalist
who alerted me to Waldheim, a reporter whose father had fought in the
Wehrmacht, who had survived the evacuation of north Africa ("I do hope I
didn’t kill him," the "Enigma" cryptologist said to me when I
told her of his attempt to escape by air – his plane got through the Allied
net). "Look for the letter W," the Austrian journalist said, the
letter W after each debriefing, each Allied commando captured by the Gestapo,
each prisoner to be extinguished by "nacht und nebel" – by night and


No, Waldheim didn’t order their
deaths. He didn’t even interview the captured British commandoes, or so he
said, but merely "collated" their reports. His junior officers did
the interviewing (let us not contemplate what that meant). Then the British
prisoners disappeared into night and fog.


I recall finding the German
interrogation papers of a young Briton who had been caught trying to escape
Yugoslavia during the war. They lay in the files of the Public Record
Office at
Kew (now known as the National Archives) and they were
pitiful proof of what the Nazis could do. Yes, he admitted he was a British
agent, yes he was wearing British uniform, and yes – there it was, in all its
symmetry, the "W" – he was interviewed by Waldheim. And then he was
taken away and executed, and Waldheim – whose colleagues (no secretary
generals, they) had saved the lives of British prisoners – didn’t give a fig
about their souls.


I remember how I visited Bosnia in 1990 to investigate Waldheim’s past. He had written a
PhD thesis, he told the world, in the last years of the war; he knew nothing of
the Nazi subjugation of the Balkans. He had been wounded on the Russian front.
But there was a certain manipulation of the truth. He had been sent to
Yugoslavia. He was an intelligence officer for Army Group E. He was
based at
Banja Luka and – years before the town became the Bosnian Serb
capital in the outrageous war between Muslims and Christians – I visited his
former headquarters, where the Serbs showed me his files, still cloaked in the
see-through parchment of the Wehrmacht.


I even visited his interrogation
office, next to an execution pit wherein Serbs and Jews were massacred daily.
Did the rifle shots not disturb Kurt Waldheim’s concentration? Oh, what it must
have been to have the peace and quiet of the UN headquarters on the
East River.


Monty Woodhouse was the top man
for SOE – Special Operations Executive – in
Greece during the war, and he pursued Waldheim for years
afterwards, along with an immensely brave Jewish academic. Waldheim published a
"White Book" claiming to prove his innocence of war crimes (he was
later based in the Hotel Angleterre in
Athens). He didn’t know, he said. And his friends noted quietly
that it was his wife who was the Nazi party member in
Austria in the 1930, not himself; that Waldheim was merely a
civil servant, one who – in the damning words of the Jewish academic –
"helped to give the wheel a push."


So what memories did Waldheim
carry with him to the grave? During the war, Woodhouse’s Greek partisans
captured a Gypsy who was spying on his comrades for the Italians. Woodhouse
decided that he should be hanged.


I asked him what it felt like to
do such a thing – to commit what, I suppose, we would call a war crime, were it
Waldheim whom it had been proved had done it. Woodhouse replied to me – and I
have his words in my own handwriting as I write this: "It was terrible – I
felt terrible. I still bring the scene back to me from time to time. He was a
wretched youth. He didn’t say anything really – he was so shaken. He was a sort
of halfwit. I was at the hanging. He was hanged from a tree. They simply pulled
a chair from beneath his feet. I don’t think it took long for him to die. I
don’t know exactly how long. We were only a hundred men or so – it was the
early days of the occupation. If we had let him go, he would have told the
Italians… After that, I told Zervas not to take any prisoners."


When I left Bosnia in the summer
of 1988 in the aftermath of my Waldheim investigations, I called my foreign
news editor, Ivan Barnes of the The Times, to tell him that I saw so many
parallels in modern-day Yugoslavia with Lebanon on the eve of conflict in 1975
that I believed a civil war would break out in Bosnia in the near future. The
local Serbs even abused me for driving to Waldheim’s ex-headquarters with a
Croatian driver. "We’ll report it if it happens," Barnes roared down
the phone at me. In 1992, I did report the Bosnian war – for The Independent.


And what of Waldheim? The
Austrian state defended him. He appeared on postage stamps. He went to the
opera. He was forbidden entry to the
United States – long after he ever needed to go there. He produced a
"White Book", supposedly proving he knew nothing of war crimes.


His former United Nations
colleagues clucked and re-clucked over his hypocrisy. And I well remember his
number two at the UN telling me how he always knew that "KW" was a
"crook" – this just three days before I came across a second-hand
copy of Waldheim’s memoirs in Waterstone’s bookshop in Piccadilly with the very
same man’s warm appraisal of Waldheim as a "man of principle" in the


In 1987, King Hussein took
Waldheim to the heights of Um Queiss to overlook the Israeli-occupied West Bank
and awarded him the Hussein bin Ali medal – named after Hussein’s grandfather.
The Plucky Little King praised Waldheim for his patriotism, integrity, wisdom
and "noble human values". General Löhr, I should add – Waldheim’s
superior officer in
Yugoslavia – was hanged as a war criminal.

Giving money away makes you feel
better – especially if you’re a woman

By Steve Connor, Science Editor

Published: 15 June 2007


Economists have looked inside
the heads of people prepared to give money to a good cause and found the warm
glow of true altruism really does exist, at least in women.


People who volunteer to donate
money to charity feel much better about giving it away in this way than they do
when paying their taxes, shows a study in which a sophisticated brain-scanner
analyses the biological basis of spending money.


Two economists and a cognitive
psychologist studied how different regions of the brain reacted when female
volunteers were given money to spend – or not to spend – on a food aid project
and on government taxes.


They found that as the
volunteers watched the financial transactions on a computer screen, deep-seated
parts of the brain associated with the pleasure of eating began to be
stimulated. Nerve cells in the caudate nucleus and the nucleus accumbens
normally fire when someone eats a favourite food such as a chocolate or a sweet
but this time they became excited when the money went to a food charity, but
less so when it went to a government tax office.


"The surprising element for
us was that in a situation in which your money is simply given to others –
where you do not have a free choice – you still get reward-centre activity,"
said Professor Ulrich Mayr, a psychologist at the
University of Oregon. "I don’t think most economists would have
suspected that. It reinforces the idea that there is true altruism, where it’s
all about how well the common good is doing. I’ve heard people claim they don’t
mind paying taxes, if it’s for a good cause; here we showed that you can
actually see this going on inside the brain, and even measure it."


The research, published in the
journal Science, centred on 19 women who were each given $100 to
"spend" on computer transactions while they were being scanned by a
functional magnetic resonance imager, which measures brain activity in real


None of the women was aware of
what the others were doing and everyone was given a degree of anonymity so that
the act of giving was not constrained by the thought of what others may think
of them.


Professor William Harbaugh, an
economist at
Oregon and a member of the US National Bureau of Economic
Research in
Cambridge, Massachusetts, said the study provided an unprecedented opportunity to
see what people really thought about giving money to different causes.


"To economists, the
surprising thing about this study is that we actually see people getting
rewards as they give up money. Neural firing in this fundamental, primitive
part of the brain is larger when your money goes to a non-profit charity to
help other people," Professor Harbaugh said. "On top of that, people
experience more brain activation when they give voluntarily, even though everything
here is anonymous. That’s a very surprising result, and an optimistic


The researchers warned that
society could not rely on people to give voluntarily to good causes because
some took a "free ride" on the charitable donations of others.


"Taxes aren’t all
bad," Professor Mayr said. "Paying taxes can make citizens happy.
People are, to varying degrees, pure altruists. On top of that ,they like the
warm glow they get from charitable giving. Until now we couldn’t trace that in
the brain," .


The women in the study whose
brains responded the most when giving to charity rather than keeping it for
themselves were called true altruists. "The others are egoists," the
professor added. "Based on what we saw in the experiments, we can use this
classification to predict how much people are willing to give when the choice
is theirs."


Hollywood tales of altruism


About Schmidt


Retired middle-American Warren
Schmidt (Jack Nicholson) gives belated meaning to his life by sponsoring a
Tanzanian boy, Ndugu.


Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves


Robin of Locksley (Kevin
Costner) and his men rebel against the grasping King John and the Sheriff of
Nottingham’s tyrannical reign by robbing the rich and giving to the poor.


It’s A Wonderful Life


An angel recounts the deeds of
suicidal George Bailey (James Stewart), which include lending money to avert a
financial crisis in his town.




The spirits of Christmas Past,
Present and Yet to Come help miser Ebenezer Scrooge (Albert Finney) rediscover
his generous side, and buy Christmas dinner for the Cratchits.


Brewster’s Millions


Monty Brewster (Richard Pryor)
splashes $30m on charities and pointless but well-paid jobs for his friends
(among other things) so he can claim a $300m inheritance.,,2104130,00.html

Stevens names and shames 17
transfers in bungs inquiry

‘Whoever he is, Lord Stevens, he
is a liar. They will rue the day they were ever born,’ fumes implicated agent

James Dart and agencies

Friday June 15, 2007

Guardian Unlimited,,2103903,00.html

Further storms forecast as
floods hit

James Sturcke and agencies

Friday June 15, 2007

Guardian Unlimited

Torrential overnight rain
triggered floods and transport disruption today as forecasters warned the
severe weather would continue into the weekend.,,2103771,00.html

Study links drug use with crisis
in sexual health

John Carvel, social affairs

Friday June 15, 2007

The Guardian

Increasing numbers of young
people are using ecstasy, cannabis, amphetamines and cocaine to prolong sexual
pleasure, government advisers said last night.,,2102991,00.html

Sgt Pepper must die!

Ever get the feeling you’ve been
cheated? It’s meant to be a classic album, but all you can hear is a load of
boring tripe … we’ve all felt that way. And so have the musicians we asked to
nominate the supposedly great records they’d gladly never hear again

Interviews by Paul Lester

Friday June 15, 2007

The Guardian,,2103555,00.html

So bad it’s good

The bestseller charts are
groaning with real-life accounts of neglect, violence and sexual abuse. The
worse your childhood, it seems, the more people want to read about it. Have we
turned into a nation of ghouls? Esther Addley investigates the remarkable rise
of ‘misery lit’

Friday June 15, 2007

The Guardian,,2103557,00.html

If you are looking for God, try
prison. Paris Hilton found Him there in no time, like others before her

Alexander Chancellor

Friday June 15, 2007

The Guardian

Those of us who have no
religious faith have every reason to envy those who do. It must be wonderful to
understand the meaning of life and to see death as a mere stepping-stone on the
path to eternity. But if this state of grace eludes you, there is something you
can do that might be of help: commit a crime and go to prison. For prison is
the place in which people find God most easily.,,1991328,00.html

The monster I loved

When Boy George’s mother
announced that she was writing her memoirs, everyone expected a tale of a
parent’s support for her heroin-addicted son. In the event, she had a more
shocking story to tell – of how she kept on loving her husband despite years of
intimidation and brutality. Dinah O’Dowd talks to Chrissy Iley

Tuesday January 16, 2007

The Guardian,,1984961,00.html

Power, corruption and lies

To the west, China is a waking economic giant, poised to dominate the
world. But, argues Will Hutton in this extract from his new book, we have
consistently exaggerated and misunderstood the threat – and the consequences
could be grave

Monday January 8, 2007

The Guardian,,1985172,00.html

‘I was just waiting for my time’

Alicia Keys grew up carrying a
knife in Hell’s Kitchen,
New York, but music saved her. A piano and vocal prodigy, she
wrote her first song at 13 and went on to win five Grammys with her debut
album. Now she’s making her film debut, as a lesbian assassin. She talks to
Chrissy Iley about men, Bob Dylan and socialism

Monday January 8, 2007

The Guardian,,1984847,00.html

My husband, the serial cheat

Until six weeks ago Sue Langley
was enjoying the good life and looking forward to a happy middle-age with her
partner of 30 years. Then she found a letter that revealed a shocking secret

Monday January 8, 2007

The Guardian,,1985049,00.html

Call yourself a critic?

Ever since our arts team began
writing blogs, readers have responded with praise – but also scorn. Film critic
Peter Bradshaw explains how this new world of rough and tumble keeps his wits
sharp and his ego in check

Monday January 8, 2007

The Guardian,,1985066,00.html

Calling all my hecklers

Blogs will be a great place for
debate – once all that anger dies down, says music critic Dorian Lynskey

Monday January 8, 2007

The Guardian,,1985075,00.html

Culture criticism


Another view

Maya archaeologist Elizabeth
Graham on Apocalypto

Monday January 8, 2007

The Guardian

The chases were terrific, and I
cheered for the good guys. But if Apocalypto is supposed to bear some relation
to Maya civilisation, then I have to hate it. It conflates 2,000 years of Maya
history into a single period – the equivalent, in
Britain, of setting one story in a time stretching from the
Roman occupation to the death of Elizabeth I, disregarding changes in language,
religion and culture.


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