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Letter to the Past By: David Horowitz
FrontPageMagazine.com | Tuesday, December 14, 1999



Twenty-five years ago, on this date exactly, my friend Betty Van Patter disappeared from a local tavern on University Avenue, called the Berkeley Square, and was never seen alive again.

Six months before, I had recruited Betty to keep the books of the Educational Opportunities Corporation, an entity I had created to run a school for the children of the Black Panther Party. By the time the police fished her battered body out of San Francisco Bay, I knew that she had been killed by the Panthers themselves.

At the time, the Panthers were still being defended by writers like Murray Kempton and Garry Wills in the pages of the New York Times, and by the then- Governor of California, Jerry Brown. The Governor was even a confidant of Elaine Brown, who had hired Betty and whom Huey Newton had appointed to stand in for him as the Panthers' leader while he was in "exile" in Cuba. At the time of Betty's death, Elaine was riding a wave of public approval. She was running for Oakland City Council and had just secured a $250,000 grant from the Nixon Administration under a federal juvenile delinquency program. J. Anthony Kline, the consigliore to whom she had been able to turn when the Party's enforcers got in trouble with the law, was about to be appointed to Governor Brown's cabinet (and today is a justice on the First Circuit Court of Appeals in San Francisco).

In pursuit of answers to the mystery of Betty's death, I subsequently discovered that the Panthers had killed more than a dozen people in the course of conducting extortion, prostitution and drug rackets in the Oakland ghetto. While these criminal activities were taking place, they enjoyed the support of the American left, the Democratic Party, the Bay Area Trades Union Council, and even the Oakland business establishment (the head of the Clorox Corporation, Oakland's largest company, for example, sat on the board of the Educational Opportunities Corporation I had created and whose books Betty had kept).

On a far smaller scale the Panther killings were an American version of the "Katyn massacre," the infamous murder of Polish officers carried out on Stalin's orders that the left had denied and kept hidden for decades, until the opening of the Soviet archives settled the "dispute" for good. The totalitarian nature of the Soviet state made it relatively simple to understand how the information that would settle the case could be kept hidden for years. It was much harder for me to understand why in democratic America the Panthers should be able to get away with these murders, and why the nation's press should turn such a blind eye to a group that law enforcement had made an object of its attentions.

Whatever the reasons, the fact remains that to this day not a single organization of the mainstream press has ever investigated the Panther murders, even though the story is one that touches the lives and political careers of the entire liberal establishment, including the First Lady and the Deputy Attorney General in charge of civil rights for the Clinton Administration. Both Hillary Clinton and Bill Lann Lee began their political careers as law students at Yale by organizing demonstrations in 1970 to shut down the University and stop the trial of Panther leaders who had tortured and then executed a black youth named Alex Rackley.

This silence is even more puzzling since, despite the blackout by the national media, the details of the story have managed to trickle out over the years. This has been the result of efforts by myself and my colleague Peter Collier, by radical journalist Kate Coleman, Hugh Pearson and one or two others, including most particularly David Talbot and David Weir, the editor and managing editor of Salon magazine.

 

Because of our efforts, informed citizens are at least aware of these murders. On the other hand, unlike in the Soviet Union, where testimonies emerged as soon as the threat of retaliation was gone, in twenty-five years few additional witnesses have come forward to add to our knowledge about these American crimes. There are hundreds if not thousands of veterans of the Sixties who have some knowledge of these deeds but who have remained silent and complicit to this day. These include notable figures like Tom Hayden and journalists like the Los Angeles Times' columnist Robert Scheer—both of whom promoted the Panthers as revolutionary heroes at the time, and have failed to correct that impression ever since. But it also includes many lesser figures who worked day in and day out to facilitate the Panthers' rise to power and to cover-up their crimes along the way. Evidently, they have remained convinced that even though these crimes were committed, they weren't. Or perhaps that if these crimes were indeed committed, it was (and is) no responsibility of theirs.

I am constantly asked by people who have read my autobiography Radical Son, or who have heard me talk about these events, how it is that my former comrades on the left can remain so stubbornly devoted to "experiments" that have failed, to doctrines that are false, and to causes that are demonstrably wrong-headed and even evil.

Recently—November 20th to be precise—an answer to these questions came into my possession in the form of a letter out of the blue, from an old friend I had not heard from in fifteen years. The letter was from Art Goldberg, a radical journalist who was deeply involved in the activities of the Panthers, and in their deceptions, and who remains a faithful keeper of the progressive flame today.

Art and I had grown up on the same block in Sunnyside, Long Island—a neighborhood of Queens that had been colonized by the Communist Party, to which both our parents belonged. Because Art was a few years older than I, we weren't that close as children, but became friends after college when we found ourselves together in Berkeley, in 1960, as members of the nascent New Left. Art was a writer for the Berkeley Barb and other "Movement" papers and made himself particularly serviceable to the Black Panther Party. Towards the end of the Sixties, Peter Collier and I were editing Ramparts, the most successful and well-heeled journalistic institution of the left. Because Art was an old friend of mine, we took him under our wing and gave him writing jobs that supplemented his income, while Peter devoted considerable time and effort to re-writing Art's pieces to meet the literary standards of a national magazine, which were somewhat more demanding than those of an underground paper like the Berkeley Barb.

So valuable was Art's propaganda to the Panthers that eventually Huey Newton assigned him to write the official biography of Charles Garry, the lawyer who defended Newton from the charges he had murdered a young policeman, named John Frey. Newton had indeed committed the murder, but in Art's account and in all the writings of New Leftists at the time, Huey was presented as the innocent victim of a racist conspiracy by the state.

Art and another friend named Marty Kenner were the New Leftists closest to the Panthers of anyone I knew. Marty was a stockbroker who had organized the famous Leonard Bernstein party that Tom Wolfe satirized in Radical Chic and was working virtually full-time as Huey Newton's personal emissary and financial guru. In the Sixties, I had kept my distance from the Party because I was frightened by their gun-toting style and hectoring posture. As the Seventies began, however, Newton announced that it was "time to put away the gun," and I became involved with the school project I have already mentioned. At first, I had intended just to raise the money for the school, but when Marty Kenner withdrew unexpectedly (he told me he was "burned out"), I was left with the task of organizing the school myself. It was as a result of this responsibility that I recruited Betty Van Patter to keep its books.

I had not seen or heard from Art Goldberg or Marty Kenner for fifteen years when I received Art's letter. On reflection it seems obvious what provoked the communication. I had just published a book called Hating Whitey and Other Progressive Causes, and one of whose chapters is a memoir of Betty's death, called "Black Murder, Inc." Obviously it was this that prompted him to contact me. In addition to Art's denial in the letter that he was political anymore, what I found most interesting was the fact that though I have written hundreds of pages on the details of Betty's murder and of my own sense of responsibility and guilt for what happened, and the devastating impact it had on myself and my family, Art seems unaware of any of it.

 

November 19, 1999

Dear David,

Every so often I hear about something you've written that pisses somebody off, but I don't much care because I have pretty much retired from politics.

One thing I have been meaning to tell you for years, however, concerns the death of Betty Van Patter, the Ramparts bookkeeper.

In my mind, you are the person responsible for her death. [Emphasis in original.] Sending her in to audit the Panther's books at that particular time was tantamount to dressing her in a Ku Klux Klan white sheet and sending her up to 125th Street in Harlem or to West Oakland.

I distinctly remember warning you to be careful about getting too involved with the Panthers because things were getting pretty crazy at the time you jumped in. I had pulled back, Marty Kenner had pulled back and so had Stew Albert.

Had you asked Stew or myself, we would have urged you not to send Betty into the school under the circumstances in which you did…. The fact that you let Betty deal with them directly was incredibly naïve on your part, and shows you had no idea of what was going on with the Panthers at that time. If you had asked Stew, myself or Marty, we could have told you…. Kenner, after all, knew a lot about the Panther finances, as he was a major fundraiser. Nothing happened to him….

The problem was that you were inexperienced and naïve and Betty Van Patter got killed because of it. That's why, whenever anyone brings up Betty's death, after you've written about it or alluded to it, I always say, 'It was really Horowitz's fault. He set her up.' As I said, it was like putting her in a white sheet and sending her up to Harlem.

Just wanted to let you know what I've been thinking.

Peace,

Art

 

Here is the answer I sent back:

December 12, 1999

Dear Art,

Unlike you I don't pretend to have "retired from politics," and unlike you I try not to lie to myself. Having become a conservative, I am prepared for how pathetic, vicious and disloyal some human beings can be, and how sublimely unaware of the disgusting image they present to others even as they preen their moral selves for their own approval. As a result, your letter does not really surprise me.

The fact that you should have spent ten seconds carrying around your insipid thoughts about Betty's death is laughable. Nonetheless, I thank you for revealing how ignorant you are about yourself and your friends, and how you are still wallowing in the evil that once engulfed us all.

Marty Kenner, my possible savior. If only I had thought of that! It was Marty, of course, who left the Panther school project in my hands—and without bothering to say why. The same Marty was so far from thinking the thugs he was among were bad guys that ten years later he attended the great Huey P. Newton's funeral as a fan, and then played the role of behind-the-scenes sponsor of Panther Field Marshal David Hilliard's self-glorifying book just before he became president of the Dr. Huey P. Newton Foundation, and resident tour guide of historic Panther sites. Stupid me! Why didn't I think of asking Marty for help?

"Nothing happened" to Marty, as you put it—nobody raped and tortured him and then bashed his head in (as I would phrase the same)—because his nose was so far up Huey's ass right to the end that he couldn't get his tongue loose to annoy them, even if it had occurred to him to do so.

Give this, at least, to Betty. She wasn't killed because she was white or stupid. She was killed because she had the integrity and the grit to talk back. She wasn't spineless, the way you and your friends are. She was killed because she wasn't a feckless servant of rapists and murderers like you and Marty were then and apparently still are now.

And Stew Albert!!! How could I have overlooked good old Stew when I was in need of advice? Stew Albert, the yippee genius who wrote a letter to Ramparts calling me a police agent because in an editorial I had condemned the SLA's assassination of a black father of three children, whose only crime was to have been a superintendent of schools. My editorial gave a "green light" to law enforcement to carry out the richly deserved execution of Stew's beloved SLA fruitcakes! With stand up talent like this, Art, you should really go on Leno.

I see you are still crusading for social justice—going around telling anyone who has read my latest feeble attempt to right this historical record and show the world what we did: "It was really Horowitz's fault. He set her up." Don't worry my friend. I'm not going to return the favor and say you did it and I didn't. Of course, you did write all those rave notices and cover-ups, encouraging others to help feed the Panthers' criminal appetites (or has age affected your memory of this?). But I'm still not going to tell people it was your fault that I got involved with the Panthers or recruited Betty, or even that you kept your mouth shut all the time I was down in Oakland putting my life and hers in danger.

Of course, you've already prepared your alibi. You told me "things were getting pretty crazy at the time." What was I supposed to make of that? "Crazy" could mean that the police were after them, that some of them were "agents" or that these pressures were creating internal conflicts I had to look out for. DID YOU TELL ME THAT HUEY NEWTON WAS A FUCKING MURDERER AND MIGHT KILL ME?!!! Of course you didn't. In fact, everything you had written or said to me about Huey Newton told me exactly the opposite. And that is all that you've ever written to anyone or said to me about Huey and his progressive gang to this day.

But I still won't point my finger at you now, or blame you for what I did then. I won't do that because that's how I fell into this mess in the first place. By blaming others for what I did or did not do, by blaming them for my own malaise. And that's what your self-serving politics is finally about, Art—yours and Marty's and Stew's. It's about putting responsibility where it doesn't belong. It's about blaming everyone but yourselves. It's about getting others to blame anybody besides themselves for who and what they are.

I'm glad you wrote this letter. It makes all the pain, and all the wounds inflicted on me by you and your comrades since then seem worth it. Because it shows me what wretched human beings I was involved with when I was one of you—a member of the progressive vanguard and at war with the "enemies of the people."

Your letter shows me that in all these years you haven't changed a bit. But I have, and it's the only thing in this whole mess that I'm not sorry about.

The "Peace" salutation at the end of your letter was a really nice touch.


David Horowitz is the founder of The David Horowitz Freedom Center and author of the new book, One Party Classroom.


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