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We are all guilty! Dr Heinz Kiosk and a phoney would-be Dreyfus

Dr Heinz Kiosk: 'We are all guilty!'

Dr Heinz Kiosk: ‘We are all guilty!’ (drawing by ffolkes)

The case of Claude Eatherly

Readers will not need to be reminded that Dr Heinz Kiosk (see Michael Wharton’s ‘Peter Simple’ column in the London Daily Telegraph newspaper) holds a number of important posts, among them chief psychiatric adviser to the American Meringue, Éclair and Profiterole Authority. Dr Kiosk is the author of a large number of influential books and papers, including (with Dr Melisande Fischbein) the 200,000-word study Patterns of Chromatic and Behavioural Relations in a West Midlands Petrochemical Complex (1977, Viper & Bugloss).

The Veterans' Hospital, Waco: workplace of Dr Oleinick P. Constantine

The Veterans’ Hospital, Waco: it was here that Dr Oleinick P. Constantine first encountered, and came to treat, Major Claude Eatherly

Many people ask if there is a psychologist of Dr Kiosk’s stature in Canada or the USA. There is. It is Dr Oleinick P. Constantine (American Board of Psychiatry and Neurology certification 1949) of 2100 Washington Avenue, Waco, Texas.

Dr Kiosk’s mantra, it will be remembered, is

We are all guilty!

Dr Constantine, too, has been concerned with the matter of guilt and its labyrinthine complexities, taking a global approach to complement that of Dr Kiosk, with its characteristically Kioskan emphasis on total or panoptic guilt. Dalrymple writes (in one of a series of articles — on this and other subjects — exclusive to the Skeptical Doctor website) that Dr Constantine, who worked at the Veterans’ Hospital in Waco, was the unwitting originator of the myth of the

and his home at 2100 Washington Boulevard, Waco

The 1949 notification of Dr Oleinick P. Constantine’s certification by the American Board of Psychiatry and Neurology, and a view of his home at 2100 Washington Boulevard, Waco

guilt complex

of Major Claude Eatherly — a myth eventually exposed for the fraud it was by the journalist William Bradford Huie.

The story is as follows.

Eatherly was the pilot of a weather reconnaissance aëroplane that played a part in supporting the dropping of the atom bomb on Hiroshima. Later he forged, if that is the word, a career as a counterfeiter. He engaged in armed robbery and was, as it happens, an adulterer and drunkard. He ran guns to Cuba,

whose capital he agreed to bomb — preparatory to a coup d’état — for a fee of $100,000. He and his associates were arrested before this could take place.

The correspondence between Günther Anders and Major Claude Eatherly in book form, and the book by exposing the fraud

Burning Conscience: The Case of the Hiroshima Pilot Claude Eatherly, told in his Letters to Günther Anders (1961), and the work that exposed the fraud, William Bradford Huie’s The Hiroshima Pilot (1964)

Dalrymple writes that thanks to an article in the notoriously unreliable magazine Newsweek,

a myth emerged and ran round the world: Major Eatherly had committed his crimes because of something his psychiatrist called a

guilt complex.

Eatherly had so bitterly repented bombing Hiroshima that he committed crimes in order to be caught and punished for his role in the killing of tens of thousands.

In other words, guilt about Hiroshima — Eatherly’s and ours — drove Eatherly to commit a miscellany of crimes. It was force majeure.

Fancying taking on the mantle of dreyfusard, Günther Anders, a German philosopher and anti-nuclear activist (and one of Hannah Arendt’s husbands — they divorced in 1937), wrote to Eatherly, and their correspondence was published in many languages. Eatherly became, says Dalrymple,

Screen Shot 2015-06-04 at 18.07.02a sainted figure, a martyr to the cause of world peace.

When Eatherly was arrested for his various crimes,

he often (and successfully) tried to get himself admitted to psychiatric hospital to avoid imprisonment. There is no evidence that he was ever mad or even highly disturbed; nevertheless, he was on one occasion given a great deal of insulin coma therapy.

He was

Dr Oleinick P. Constantine: relayed the theory of Major Eatherly's alleged 'guilt complex' to a court and thence to worldwide attention

Dr Oleinick P. Constantine-Kiosk: relayed the theory of Major Eatherly’s alleged ‘guilt complex’ to a court and thence to worldwide attention

an early recipient of chlorpromazine [a phenothiazine derivative with anti-emetic, tranquillising and sedative properties], given illogically in conjunction with methylphenidate [a sympathomimetic drug used as a central nervous system stimulant to treat lethargy and depression].

Dr Constantine

knew practically nothing of Eatherly’s previous history, and believed the highly selective, dramatised and exaggerated account that Eatherly gave him. It was he who relayed the theory of the

guilt complex

to a law court, from which it spread round the world.

Dr Constantine

was not Eatherly’s first psychiatrist.

The world

The Waco that Dr Oleinick P. Constantine knew

The Waco of Dr Oleinick P. Constantine

believed Dr Constantine’s theory because it wanted to do so; it paid no attention to the opinion of another psychiatrist who knew Eatherly much better than Constantine did and who wrote:

This patient has no moral feelings toward his wife or children, or toward any human being that he comes in contact with. He has no feeling or responsibility or moral obligation to an individual or group or to society as a whole.

We are all guilty!

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Dalrymple consoles Toynbee

Screen Shot 2015-05-17 at 22.50.08The electoral defeat of Ed Miliband was doubtless a cruel blow, but at least Polly Toynbee, the eminent Hampstead writer and journalist, will not have to pay mansion tax in the near future, Dalrymple points out. No tanks on her lawns, yet.

Toynbee is very like Mrs Dutt-Pauker in the Daily Telegraph‘s ‘Peter Simple’ column (written by Michael Wharton and illustrated by ffolkes). The doubts Toynbee must now be entertaining about the future of the socialist movement she loves so well are likely to resemble those experienced by Mrs Dutt-Pauker when news came through of the Russian invasion of Afghanistan. Wharton’s column at the time read in part as follows:

Polly Toynbee: also owns a mansion in Tuscany

Polly Toynbee: in addition to the Hampstead mansion Marxmount, owns a country house in Sussex (Beria Garth) and a villa in Tuscany

Thousands of Hampstead liberal thinkers have suddenly discovered that the Soviet Union, whose little faults they have so long forgiven (‘after all, in spite of everything, it is a socialist country’), is in fact ruled by old-fashioned militaristic imperialists. Even at Marxmount, Mrs Dutt-Pauker’s fine white house whose tall drawing-room windows look out on the Heath, a chill of doubt runs through the handsome rooms. Fear breathes in the well-stocked Marxist bookshelves. The greatest of all Hampstead thinkers has seen a nightmare vision: there are tanks on her own broad, cedared lawns.

On the other hand, Dalrymple writes, it is possible that Toynbee would never have had to pay the mansion tax,

for the difficulties in implementing it would have been a convenient excuse for abandoning it.

Deeply meaningful drivel

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Dalrymple draws attention to the slogan ‘I would prefer not to’ on a T-shirt worn by Slavoj Žižek as the Slovenian charlatan-philosopher delivers what is, to put it most kindly, a rambling and daft speech on the subject of ‘freedom’. The T-shirt, writes Dalrymple, covers Žižek’s

capacious trunk, the bulk of which indicates that if he is opposed to the consumer society on ideological grounds he is nevertheless no ascetic.

The slogan sported by Žižek is of the same genre as the 1970s London railway-line graffito ‘Far away is close at hand in images of elsewhere’, which Michael Wharton used as the title of one of his collections of ‘Peter Simple’ columns.

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If Žižek did not exist, says Dalrymple,

it would be necessary to invent him. He is deliciously, archetypally intellectual; he incarnates the satirist’s idea of what an intellectual should be. His Central European accent is perfect: it would be impossible to say anything in it that was superficial. He understands the workings of the universe so well that he has no time or energy left over to look other than a mess.

Modern England’s contribution to sacred architecture

The bishop as rendered by Michael ffolkes

Spacely-Trellis by ffolkes

The church-cum-kitchenette. Dr Spacely-Trellis, the go-ahead Bishop of Bevindon, as chronicled by Michael Wharton (‘Peter Simple’), would greatly have approved of this innovation.