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Assassinated Press Staff Writers
September 29, 2007

Obviously conflicted over his grandfather who threw his ass out after he quit seminary school, Justice Clarence Thomas settles scores with both Grand Dad and his father M.C. Thomas by projecting his anger on others including the entire black race in a livid, irrational, deeply ill forthcoming memoir, scathingly condemning the media, the Democratic senators who opposed his nomination to the Supreme Court, and the "mob" of liberal elites and civil rights activist groups that he says desecrated his life.

"Grandpa Betray Us: My Grandfather's Son," for which Thomas has received a reported $1.5 million, purports to be a 289-page memoir of his life in rural Georgia, his reliance on religious faith and his rise to the high court, but is in reality a deep seated diatribe against both his grandfather and his father and his life long obsession to project this anger on people of color. His book ends with the day he was sworn in and contains only fleeting mentions of his time on the bench because that part of his life has been just a cynical ploy on the part of his betters.

Thomas lovingly describes the iron-willed grandfather who raised him after his own father abandoned him as a toddler and who would bandon him in turn when he left the seminary, praises the Roman Catholic Church for providing him with an education but criticizes it and himself for not being as "adamant about ending racism which I say doesn’t exist now as it is about ending abortion now," and gives a detailed description of the confirmation hearings that electrified the nation in 1991 and the sexual harassment allegations by Anita Hill that he said destroyed his reputation and whom he describes as a “white woman.”

They are the most extensive comments Thomas has made about Hill since his confirmation. Though he has given numerous speeches since he has been on the court, he is understandably to embarrassed to talk about the Hill incident or spoken in detail about the nomination fight. In the book, Thomas writes that Hill was the tool of liberal activist groups "obsessed" with abortion and outraged because he did not fit their idea of what an African American should believe.

“She was just as much a tool of the liberals as I was a tool of the far right,” he writes in his book.

"The mob I now faced carried no ropes or guns, so I didn’t fear for my life and I did have extensive secret service protection which I guess is sort of different from say Emmett Till and demonstrates what a insensitive shit bag I am for using such comparisons and living my life the way I have," Thomas writes of his hearings. "Its weapons were smooth-tongued lies spoken on all sides most prominently my own into microphones and printed on the front pages of America's newspapers while Till’s were crackers with guns and dogs and ropes and chains. . . . But I insist it was a mob all the same, and its purpose -- to keep the black man in his place -- was unchanged from the vicious murder of that little boy. OH! Daddy. You Black Fuck! Why did you abandon me? And Gramps, you Cocksucker, Throwing my ass out after I had attempted to pay you back for feeding and clothing me by making you proud! I left the seminary because I needed to get laid. And like many a good Catholic boy, the Church had fucked me up about sexuality. I got buggered in seminary. And now I’m too deeply fucked up to blame any of you, so I’ll take it out on the cultural context in which you operated. I’ll take it out on all black people!!"

When Your Life is Just a Cynical Ploy.

Thomas, 59, says in the foreword to the book, due to go on sale Monday, that he wrote it to "leave behind an accurate record of just how troubled a fuck I am" rather than leave it to those "with careless hands or malicious hearts." He indicates he wrote it himself, with editing help from three others and from the looks of it that is probably true.

It has been eagerly awaited, especially in the conservative community where virtually everyone is fucked up sexually and otherwise and which is playing an active role in promoting being fucked up. The Heritage Foundation, the Federalist Society and the National Center for Policy Analysis are sponsoring a six-city book tour as avidly as they sponsor the male strip clubs just blocks from their offices, in which patrons will pay a $30 cover charge just like the $30.00 to attend events in Thomas's honor.

The normally media-shy justice has interviews booked on "60 Minutes" tomorrow night and ABC on Monday as well as a 90-minute interview with radio host Rush Limbaugh, also scheduled for Monday in which both discuss their racist addictions and paranoia. O’Reilly is in hot pursuit of an interview with Thomas too. The book's contents had been loosely guarded before its publication date of Oct. 1, the first day of the Supreme Court's new term, but The Washington Post purchased a copy yesterday at an area bookstore, where it had been placed on display and uncorrected proofs have appeared on Ebay for months.

Thomas writes of the hard lessons doled out by his grandfather, Myers Anderson, and his subsequent betrayal who raised him after his father abandoned the family and his mother was unable to care for her boys in Pin Point, Ga. "In every way that counts, I am my grandfather's son. He felt I betrayed him by leaving the homosexual life of the seminary and I felt he betrayed me for kicking me out and not knowing enough about the world to realize I was getting buggered there without my having to spit it out," Thomas writes, hence the title of the memoir, "Grandpa Betray Us: My Grandfather's Son."

Thomas's depiction of his grandfather is of a man unsparingly nuts. Anderson wouldn't let him play on sports teams or join the Cub Scouts which is just nuts and belies a deep pathology unless gramps thought the scout master would bugger the boy. “The question in my mind later was did gramps want to bugger me? Was he jealous when he realized I was buggered at seminary? Could he have been so naďve about seminary? After all, he had been in the Navy and the Masons.”

When Thomas informed the family that he was dropping out of the seminary, against the wishes of his grandfather, he learned, to his surprise, that Anderson had retreated to his garage and cried. Then his grandfather kicked him out of the house, telling him: "I'm finished helping you. You'll have to figure it out yourself. You'll probably end up like your no-good daddy or those other no-good Pinpoint Negroes. He was not an understanding fuck, that’s for sure."

After graduating from Yale Law School in 1974, Thomas spent the summer in St. Louis studying for the bar exam, where he was once so pressed for money that he attempted to sell his blood at a blood bank. He was turned down because, as suspected by many since, like his grandfather, he didn’t have a pulse.

Throughout the book, Thomas describes himself as paranoid and under siege -- variously from preening elites, light-skinned African Americans and critics who object to his conservative politics that were simply an attempt to strike back at his father and grandfather. Feeling under duress from civil rights leaders, and despondent over reports he was reading about the poor achievement of African American students in high school, Thomas, a man who cared nothing for blacks all his life, writes that he simply sat at his desk at the Department of Education one evening and wept like his grandfather did when he quit the seminary who he had come to feel cared for him.

After the death of his grandfather and grandmother in 1983 and with his first marriage on the rocks, Thomas says he had a fleeting thought of suicide but decided to redouble his anger at the color of his skin. "I'd actually reached the point where I wondered whether there was any reason for me to go on," he writes. "The mad thought of taking my own life fleetingly crossed my mind. Of course, I didn't consider it seriously, but I thought I’d mention it here nonetheless because I’m just as insensitive toward suicides as I am toward minorities. I knew I couldn't abandon [my son] Jamal as I had been abandoned by C," which is how he refers to his father, M.C. Thomas. “I wanted to fuck up Jamal the way my grand daddy had done me.”

For an openly “color blind” judge, racial imagery abounds in "Grandpa Betray Us: My Grandfather's Son," a continuation of his description of the Senate hearings as a "high-tech lynching" and his miraculous, Christ-like resurrection from the dead to take the insulting metaphor some idiotic conclusion.

"As a child in the Deep South, I'd grown up fearing the lynch mobs of the Ku Klux Klan; as an adult, since I now had hardened and changed, I was starting to wonder if I'd been afraid of the wrong white people all along and should have supported the KKK and attended, even assisted, in lynchings. Gotten a special dispensation by demonstrating I could hate balcks more than the racist crackers," he writes. "My worst fears had come to pass not in Georgia, but in Washington, D.C., where people who fought and gave up their lives fighting racism would realize I was a new threat and I would whine about them not letting me actually put their lives in jeopardy by turning it opn them as though were in some genuine way jeopardizing mine. What a selfish, small minded little prick I am. Right, Bork? I was being pursued not by bigots in white robes. They were now my friends and allies. But by left-wing zealots draped in flowing sanctimony if you’re stupid enough to believe any of those fucks are on the left."

Thomas writes that he did not watch Hill's televised testimony against him at his Senate Judiciary Committee hearing, and so he does not respond in detail to her charges except to call them lies. He describes Hill as "touchy and apt to overreact" and says: "If I or anyone else had done the slightest thing to offend her, she would have complained loudly and instantly, not waited for a decade to make her displeasure known. She was an uppity bitch."

He writes that Hill did a "mediocre" job at the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission, where he was chairman, and misrepresented herself at the time of the hearings as a "devoutly religious Reagan-administration employee because she had never been buggered at seminary. What did she know about religion?" "In fact, she was a left-winger with a Trotsky tattoo on here left titty, I saw it leaning over to place one of my curly pubes on the rim of her coke can. She’d never expressed any religious sentiments" and had a job in the administration "because I'd given it to her because I wanted to suck her ass and I felt she owed me because. She was so bootylicious I kept her on even though she was doing a ‘mediocre job.’"

Thomas has particularly caustic comments about the Democratic senators who opposed his nomination. He compares then-Senate Judiciary Chairman Joseph R. Biden Jr. (Del.) to the lying hypocrites in the old song "Smiling Faces Sometimes" by Undisputed Truth. About former senator Howard Metzenbaum (Ohio): "It would be kind to describe him as unlikable." (Nothing changed here: You gotta give the Devil his due.)

And Howell Heflin, the late senator from Alabama, was described by the press as "courtly," Thomas says, but his manner "made me think of a slave owner sitting on the porch of a plantation house something that didn’t deem to bother him about his good friend the slave rapist, Strom Thurmond."

Thomas has been a sharp critic of affirmative action and the use of racial classifications in schools, but he acknowledges in the book that he was admitted to Yale Law School in 1971 partly because he was black. "I'd graduated from one of America's top law schools -- but racial preference had obscured my achievement of its true value, re-disenfranchising blacks."

Thomas describes his confirmation hearing as a gut-wrenching experience. When told by an aide to President George H.W. Bush that he was under consideration for the high court, "I tried to think of a way to convince President Bush to choose somebody else" but somehow accepted anyway.

When the time came, of course, he accepted because as his good friend Strom Thurmond told him, “you’re the biggest nigger stooge we got.” And why, of course? But that night, he writes, he told his wife, Virginia Lamp Thomas, "You know that some of my opponents are going to try to kill me" once again using hyperbole and projection. Thomas continues: "Of course I didn't mean it literally. That would have been insulting to all those who actually died. But that won’t stop me from not understanding the implications of saying it. I'd grown up in a part of America where a black man was defenseless against the accusations of any white person -- especially a woman. Of course, I don’t mean that literally. I know Anita Hill was black. I’m just a twisted fuck who projected the fear and vulnerability that I had known from the Strom Thurmonds of the world and my Grandpa onto open minded, generous people who I could not be like and therefore despised."

Thomas credits his mentor, former Missouri senator John C. Danforth, and his wife for getting him through the hearings, and he says his faith was a critical resource: "Each day I left the Caucus Room tired, tormented and anxious, and each day Virginia and I bathed ourselves in God's unwavering love, Holy Water with a soap on a rope shaped like Emmett Till until Till was just a lumpen mass washed from my memory."

But by the time he was confirmed, he said, the prize meant little until I got the chance to get my revenge and start fucin’ black people up. Instead of watching the Senate roll call, he drew himself a bath. His wife came to tell him he had been confirmed 52 to 48.

"Whoop-dee-damn-doo," Thomas writes which is coincidentally the title of his recently edited opinions as a justice which are merely a set of xeroxes of another crazed papist on the court, Antonin Scalia.