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COL. GORDON "JACK"
MOHR AUS Ret.
Hon. Tim Hutchinson
Dear Senator Hutchinson:
This is my first communications
with you, so I wish to express my appreciation for the fine Constitutional
job you are doing in our Nation's Capitol. Because of your current interest
in The I.R.S. scandal, I thought you might be interested in my rather lengthy
experience with the U.S. Government, both while in service and since retiring
in 1964. I do not ask for your help in my continuing problems with the
I.R.S. but merely write this for your information. Realizing how very busy
you must be, and the length of this letter, I understand that you may not
be able to read it personally. I just want this information to be available
to you.
I am a retired Army Lt.
Col. with 22 years of service in World War II, Korea, and Vietnam, and
combat service in WW II and Korea. I am not a native of Arkansas, but came
from the Canadian border of North Dakota. I settled in Arkansas because
of the pleasant experiences I had while stationed at Camp Chaffee, and
Camp Robinson during WW II. I liked the people and the area, so here I
am today, in a Retirement Community in Little Rock.
Strangely enough, I was
one of those men who went down to the Recruiting Office, the day after
Pearl harbor, "starry-eyed with patriotism, and a zeal", to protect this
country and the people I loved from a horrible enemy. I didn't know then
what
I know now, about the
Machination of politics, that cause a war where the American people receive
nothing but pain, suffering, death and an unpayable debt, and that those
who instigate the war, profited by selling war materials to both sides.
They were our true enemies then, and still are.
After a brief period of
combat duty in the South Pacific in 1945, I went into Japan with the Occupation
forces and was there until the spring of 1946, when I was discharged as
a First Lieutenant and went back to ranching in North Dakota.
After a disastrous farm
year in 1946, where I had 5,000 acres of wheat hailed out a week before
harvest , I was in the mood for a change, when I received a letter from
the Dept. of Army asking if I was interested in going to Korea, at my former
rank, as an Advisor to the Infant Republic of Korean forces. They were
looking for men with a speaking knowledge of Japanese.
In the spring of 1948,
I was sent to Korea and assigned as Advisor to the 19th R.0.K. Infantry
Regiment, stationed in Yo'su, in the far SW of the Korean Peninsula. In
the fall of 1948, Communist rebels who had been specially trained in a
school in P' yong 'Yang, North Korea, who infilted the South Korean Military,
staged a coup attempt to wrest the. South Korean government from President
Sigmun Rhee . About 2500 men from the regiment I was advising, joined the
rebels, and in ten days of terror, set up their typical Communist People's
Court and brutally slaughtered over 3,800 men, women and children. Most
of the damage was done in the little city of Sun'chon, in Challo' Namdo
Province, which was known as the Christian city of South Korea. The Southern
Presbyterians had a missions there for 45 years, and the Roman Catholics
for over forty. As in most areas where communism has taken over, Christians
suffered the worst. During the forty years of Japanese occupation, the
Korean people had been completely disarmed, so they had no means of protecting
their families from the rebels. This is one of the major reasons I have
taken a strong stand against Gun Control, knowing that every time it eventually
leads to "People Control."
I was captured by the
rebels and the beaten up, When I tried to stop the execution of the police
chief, as he was impale on a sharpened bamboo pole set in the ground. Eventually,
after sampling communist brain washing tactics first hand, I was sentenced
by a people's court to be executed as an enemy of the people. I was saved
by the miraculous intervention of a rebel sergeant from my regiment, who
volunteered to shoot me, took me to the village edge, where his firing
squad fired over my head and turned me loose. I was able to escape to the
mission station of Dr. John Curtis Crane, of South Carolina, where from
a hill in the center of the city, I could see first hand what happens in
a communist take over.
Very few Americans who
have been softened by our Christian influence, can understand the brutality
of a heathen culture especially one that hates Christianity. Very few of
our people have ever seen babies taken out of mothers arms and swung against
a tree or a stone wall. Few have seen women raped in the streets, then
cut into pieces by soldier bayonets; few have seen a beautiful young woman,
stripped naked, and nailed to a branch of a tree with spikes driven
through her breasts, while a bundle of rice straw, soaked in oil was fastened
between her bare thighs and set on fire. When I saw that, I promised God
that if He got me home safely to the people I love and the Country I love,
I would do every thing within my power to see that this never happened
in America. I have been active in warning the America people of dangers
we face, especially in our bankrupt foreign policy ever since, through
lectures and the printed page. This is one reason I have received harsh
treatment from our government, who cannot allow our people to know the
truth of what is taking place! I was what is called a "nominal Christian"
at the time, although I had never taken seriously the Christian life. But
when I saw God act in miraculous ways on several occasions to save my life,
I became convinced that He is much more than that "Big Spook in the Sky,"
that many blaspheme.
After this experience,
I was given the option of returning to the States, or being transferred
to Japan. I realized that if I left this area, I would have an innate fear
of Communism that could effect me all my life. So I made one of the hardest
decision I have ever made, and asked to be sent back to the area where
I had been captured. During 1949, were in a state of Perpetual war With
the rebels who has escaped to the mountains and were being supplied by
an underground from North Korea. My regiment lost over 960 killed, and
I came under enemy fire on numerous occasions. At
this time, and during
the war, I was living under a $250,000 in gold reward, "dead or alive!"
offered by the North Koreans to "save face!"
In January of 1950, I
was transferred to a border station along the 38th Parallel, north of Seoul
at the village of Po' chon. This was on the major invasion route into Seoul.
I was advising an Infantry Battalion of some 850 men at the time.
During the first six months
of 1950, those of us who worked a long the 38th Parallel were
conscious of an enormous military buildup in the North, which could mean
only an invasion. Yet when we took our reports to the State Department,
they were always scoffed at. After turning in one critical report I had
a State Department official sneeringly say: "You military fellows see a
Communist behind every rock and under every tree," and he wasn't far from
wrong.
On Friday, June 23 I turned
in a report containing 29 references to increased enemy activity opposite
my position. An infantry company had been replaced by an Infantry division
of some 12,000 men; a mounted horse cavalry regiment of some 1,800 men
had moved in; over 75 heavy tanks had been reported in the area, and we
knew the North Koreans had been supplied with 122 m/m cannon, out ranged
our 105 howitzers by some 10,000 yards.
Yet when I turned in this
information over to the Colonel from the State Dept., at our Saturday Horning
briefing, he stated: "There is no sign of unusual activity along the Parallel,
feel free to attend the bash at the Officer's Club tonight."
I was so sure that the
invasion was eminent, that I had my gear packed and ready, and when I was
notified of the invasion at 4:30 Sunday morning, I was on my way to my
unit within minutes of receiving the call. What an opportunity to say:
"I told you so!" But too serious to be facetious.
I arrived at my unit about
5:30 am to find them under heavy attack from mounted cavalrymen , infantry
and heavy tanks. In an attempt to stop tanks that had broken through our
lines, I towed a 65 mm anti-tank gun north of the village to defend a bridge.
Yet when 1 fired on the tanks, I discovered that all my ammunition was
high explosive, which exploded on the outside of the tanks without doing
any damage. I hit the lead tank eight times at a range of less than 100
yards, without even slowing it down. Then watched as they ran over my jeep
and flattened it. I received the first medal given to an American that
morning, the Silver Star; the citation signed by Maj. Gen. Leven Allen.
On arriving back at Battalion
Hq, I learned that all the anti-tank ammunition, had been withdrawn from
the front lines ten days earlier, on order of the American Ambassador,
William C. Muccio. It seemed that Mr Muccio, was afraid that the ROKS would
attack the north.
We ended that day by walking
through the mountains for 38 miles, with the remnants of our 850 man Battalion.
We could account for only 48 men and one officer. The rest had been killed
or captured. I arrived in time to kiss my wife good by, as she was being
loaded on a bus for In' chon and a four day trip to Japan with other civilian
refugees on a Norwegian fertilizer ship that happened to be in the harbour.
The evacuation of most
Americans, including military had been completed by the evening of June
26. I was on the last plane to leave for Japan, and before we could take
off, word arrived that Pres. Truman had ordered the American Navy and Air
force into the war on the side of South Korea. We were ordered to return
to Seoul. That evening Capt. Elmer Lowry and I went to the ambassadors
home to get permission to burn a large gasoline dump on the southern outskirts
of Seoul. A million 40 gallon barrels of gasoline had been shipped In only
a few days before and we did not wan this to fall into enemy hands I'll
never forget my reaction when Muccio literally cursed us out of his home,
screaming: "I'm damned tired of you military types trying to tell me what
to do. I'm giving the orders!" and four hours later, 40-million gallons
of gasoline were in enemy hands, enough to run their war machine for three
months.
Early June 27th the Ambassador
and two of his flunkies left, for Tokyo, and Major Paul Hedstrom, and I
were sent to the State Department building in downtown Seoul, to check
and make sure no sensitive materials were left behind. In the Ambassador's
office we found a locked door, which we kicked in, and in a little storeroom,
a military type safe, with a padlock which we shot off. In this steel filing
cabinet were reports of enemy activity along the Parallel for the preceding
six months, which had never been forwarded to Mac Arthur's Tokyo
headquarters. You may remember that when the war began, the media had a
field day criticizing Maj. Gen. Willoughby, Mac Arthur's Intelligence Chief,
because he did not know about the North Korean buildup. The reason, State
never notified him although they knew.
When I picked out four
of the most critical documents, Maj. Hedstrom asked me what I was going
to do with them? I replied that I in tended to get them to Washington to
someone who would to do something about it "You mean break the chain of
command to do this?" he asked. "They will hang you if they find out! I
knew this was true, because breaking this chain is a "cardinal sin"
In the military. However at the time, I felt so strongly about it,
and was sure that if it went through regular channels, either the Dept.
of Army, or the State Department would cover it up.
The next day, I was slightly
wounded when our headquarters was strafed by a North Korean fighter plane
and I was flown to Itazuke, Japan for medical attention. I took these reports
with me and gave them to a young officer who was headed back to Washington.
He hand carried them to Senator William Knowland (R-Ca), a conservative
who at that time, if I recall, was Chairman of the Senate Armed Forces
Committee. He told me later that when he took these reports before this
Committee, they laughed him off the Senate floor, at the idea that an American
Ambassador would commit such a treasonous act. When he insisted on an investigation
powerful Democrat liberals began a campaign of harassment, which
later drove him out of the Senate.
You can imagine the harassment
that came my way, when the military higher ups learned that a mere First
Lieutenant had blown the whistle on State. I began to be given insignificant
jobs that would never lead to promotion, such as Club Officer of the Fort
Ord Officers Club.
The Public Information
Office at Fort Ord used me however. and because of my war experiences I
became a rather popular speaker in service clubs on the West Coast, and
even served as a technical advisor for a movie on the war that was being
shot in Hollywood. I was given Carte Blanche by the Commanding General
to speak on any aspect of the war, stating: "Just make sure you can back
up what you say, and tell the people the truth!" This was most unusual
coming from a high ranking military man So I built up somewhat of a reputation
as a speaker on the West Coast, even speaking on Don Mc Neil's Los Angles
Breakfast Club.
About this time I began
to do some Monday Morning Quarterbacking. I recalled how a few weeks before
the war began, Col. William Baird, the KMAG Proost Marshall, and National
Advisor to the Korean National Police, who at that time were more powerful
than the Army, had left Korea via ship, for Oakland, California, where
he was to retire after 36 years of service. His ship had not cleared Inch'on
harbour, when the Korean Military Police arrested his female secretary,
a beautiful former model who had worked for him for two years. It seems
that she was the wife of a powerful military man in Pyong 'yang, North
Korea. For two years, she had been using American Military Police vehicles,
and G.I. drivers, to take information from Seoul to her mother who lived
in the little Parallel village of Kae' song, NW of Seoul. This information
crossed the line into the North. She had also been "shacking up" with seven
top State Department officials, and had seduced them into giving her over
$2-million in State Dept. funds which went to her husband. When the w¯¯‡Â¢began, the South Korean police shot her without a trial.
In the meantime, Col.
Baird's ship arrived at the Oakland Naval Base in California, where he
was put in "arrest of quarters" pending the possibility of a Court's Martial.
He had such an extensive dossier on Mr. Muccio and the rest of the State
Department, that everything was "swept under the carpet," Mr. Muccio was
sent as Ambassador to Iceland, and the seven State Department fools, were
all promoted. Not a word of this it the media, although high ranking men
in KMAG knew about it. It was not until years later, that a little magazine
called PAGEANT, published the complete story.
I began to realize that
I was only a small cog in a mighty machine, and if I had experienced these
things, then treason in our government must indeed be rife.
Later in 1958, when there
was a big cutback of 5,000 Field Grade officers, I was given the option
of leaving the service with a healthy lump sum payment, or staying in at
my highest enlisted rank. I was fortunate enough to have a permanent rank
of (E-6) Sergeant First Class, and with 14 years of service, I wanted to
complete the time for retirement. Later in 1962, in Eritrea, when I again
blew the whistle on State Department "dirty work," I was immediately transfer
red to Ft. Richardson Alaska, where I came under the most in tense harassment.
The CID even placed a full time man to watch everything I did. When my
enlistment was up in 1964, I said: "Enough is enough!" and retired
at my highest rank of Lieutenant Colonel.
During the Korean War,
I became one of the highest decorated Army' men of that war, with the Silver
Star, the Bronze Star with "V" device and four oak leaf clusters; the Purple
heart with three Oak Leaf clusters, the Korean Order of Tac Guk, similar
to our Distinguished Service Cross. I also received decorations from the
Polish and Czechoslovakian Governments for my stand against Communism.
During the Korean War, I held the record for the most consecutive
days of front line duty without a break, July 10, 1950, until April 1951.
After retiring in September
1964 , I went to Mexico with my youngest son to work on a book , which
was an account of my experiences as a game Warden in Eritea.
Returning to the States
in the spring of 1964, we settled in Hot Springs, Ark., on the shores of
Lake Hamilton, and I began my CRUSADE FOR CHRIST AND COUNTRY, which was
a one man to exhort the American to return to the values which had made
us great. It an effort to wake up the "rank and file" American to our responsibilities
to God and country. My motto was "The Bible holds the key to our survival
and OBEDIENCE TO GOD MUST COME BEFORE WE CAN HAVE VICTORY!"
At this time I was a "hard-nosed"
Fundamentalist Baptist evangelist , holding meetings in some of the largest
churches in the country, and was welcomed in schools such as Tennessee
Temple, and Bob Jones University. My mind was so incased in "hardened denominational
cement," that all I could understand was Baptist doctrinal teachings. It
took the "dynamite of God", through a traumatic experience, to shatter
this cement and allow me to study God's Word and see what it meant, without
having some seminary educated preacher tell me what it says.
I was thoroughly Judeo-Christian
in my belief, and even considered going to Palestine to volunteer to fight
for the Israelis as a mercenary. Yet in spite of my church training, I
had difficulty accepting these anti-Christ's as God's Chosen People, as
I knew then too well and could see that this was not true. My Savior in
John 10:26, said to them: "But ye believe (Me) not, because
YE ARE NOT OF MY SHEEP." In Matthew 23:15. He accused their religious leaders
of going over sea and laid to make converts , only to turn them in to "two-fold
more a child of hell than yourself!" (hardly "chosen people"
material). Yet when I asked the seminary professors what these verses meant
I was let by stony silence, or was told: "Sit down! Shut up! and don't
rocking the boat!" I never had a pastor or seminary professor attempt to
explain what Christ meant.
In 1971 and 72, with the
Vietnam War reaching it's hottest point, I worked the college lecture circuit,
and came into close and Sometimes violent contact with members of the S.D.S.
("Student's for a Democratic Society"). Led by men like Abbie Hoffman aid
Jerry Rubin, who were tearing our college campuses apart. In over 25 such
confrontations, I was amazed to find that the leadership of these radical
groups were 100% young Jews from wealthy families. Usually their daddies
were criminal lawyers.
This Jewish affiliation
with Communism so intrigued me, that in the summer of 1979, I took off
three months from a very busy schedule, to study this phenomenon. I went
to Jewish sources for my information. I was amazed to find that reputable
Jewish sources, such as THE AMERICAN HEBREW, the largest Jewish newspaper
in the U.S. in 1919, had a front page article which said: "What we did
in Russia through Jewish money and brain power, we will accomplish in America!"
In another place, it state: "The ideals of Bolshevism are consonant with
the highest ideals of Judaism!" The leading Rabbi in America, Rabbi Stephen
Wise, when asked about Communism replied: "Some call it
Communism; I say
it's Judaism!" I was amazed to find that over 450 of the top revolutionaries
in the 1918 Revolution were Jews from the Lower East Side of New York City,
the kind their own people Contemptuously refer to as "kikes." The money
that made the Revolution a success, $20-million, was donated by the New
York Jew Sidney Warburg, and was hand carried to Russia by another Jew,
Nicolai Lenin. The millions of Christians who died horrible deaths under
the hands of the Communists were almost always killed by Jews. As I also
did some in-depth study into their religious book, the BABYLONIAN TALMUD,
I began to understanding of their terrible hatred against Jesus Christ
and for anyone who goes by the name Christian. Their leaders have openly
declared their intention to "wipe out White Christian civilization.
After completing this
study, I wrote a letter to 200 Fundamentalist leaders telling them what
I had discovered , and promising that If I came to their church for a meeting,
I would not push the Jewish issue, but would answer truthfully any questions
raised concerning them. On the basis of this, fourteen week-long revivals
scheduled for 1981 were canceled within a month after mailing the letter
Pensacola Christian Academy,
one of the loudest in proclaiming me to be a "turncoat apostate," who had
abandoned Bible truth.
About this time, another
incident in my life took place, which added to the harassment I was already
receiving from Fundamental Christian and Jewish sources. In the summer
of 1980, I was invited by a friend who lived in Brownsville, Texas, to
go on a fishing trip to the fabulous bass area of Lake Vincente Guerrero,
near the city of Ciudad Victoria. Arriving, we found the weather too windy
to get on the water, so we went dove hunting in the hills north of the
lake. That day we came across a large number of heavy military vehicles
including tanks and half-tracks, that bore the Russian Red Star, this included
rocket launchers. One of our party had a camera with a telephoto lens,
and took pictures. On arriving home, I hand carried these pictures to the
State Department in Washington, D.C. where I was rudely told that we had
been in an "off limits" area, and that what we had seen was none of our
business. They were upset because I had not brought the negatives and threatened
any of us who spoke about this to others. This angered me, as I felt that
Texans had the right to know what was taking place on their border, so
on a radio talk show, a few weeks later I discussed what we had seen. Immediately
"hell broke loose, as F.B.I., C.I.A. and other government officials were
"sicced on me". Most of their visits were "fishing expeditions," where
they were looking for some reason to "nail our hides to the wall."
Up to this point, I had
never mentioned Jews or Judaism in any of my lectures. Then one night,
following a J.B.S. lecture, I forget where, during the Question and Answer
Period the question was asked: "What do you: think about our open check
policy with the "Israelis?" My reply was: "I believe the time has come
when we MUST take a strong, closer look at this policy." I was called to
J.B.S. Headquarters in Belmont, Mass, where Mr. Welch, head of the Society
gave me a verbal tongue lashing for mentioning Jews. He said: "Never, under
any circumstances are you to mention Jews, Judaism, or Zionism in a derogatory
manner." My reply was that if I could not tell people the truth, then they
needed someone else in my place and I resigned.
Since that date. I have
had several audits by the I.R.S. It seems that "once they have tasted blood,"
and know they can get money from you, they never let up. In all, they have
stolen over $80,000 from this Christian ministry. They have based this
on the idea that since my religion is not "legitimate," neither is my Prison
Ministry, which reaches men in 126 State and Federal prisons in 26 States,
and is dedicated to bringing men to a saving knowledge of Jesus Christ,
orienting them to what's happening in the country, and laying a foundation
for them to live Christian lives when they get out. This is not the purpose
of the so-called rehabilitation programs of most prisons. They make criminals,
instead of turning criminals into good men! As the result of this thinking,
they have not allowed me to deduct expenses for this ministry from my income
tax. They also co all donations made to my Crusade work, as "earned," even
when they are marked as "gifts."
In 1996, I received my
seventh audit from the Little Rock branch of the I.R.S. and they are attempting
to collect over $22,000 for the years 1994-95. It will be like getting
"blood out of a turnip," since I am already deeply in debt from money they
confiscated over the past ten years. This year for the first time I am
striking back, and have a Tax Expert working on my case. Additional expense!
I honestly believe they are trying to bankrupt me, and drive my Crusade
work out of business.
They have threatened me
with "levies" and "liens" and recently I received a letter from the Collecting
Agency in Austin, Texas saying they would levy my Army retirement pay and
Social Security, because I had not answered a prior letter in ten days.
I sent him proof that I had sent answers to the I.R.S. in Little Rock;
the Oklahoma City Area Branch, and Headquarters in Washington D.C. I have
found from long and bitter experience, they do not hesitate to lie if it
benefits their cause, and will twist the law, even their own regulations
around to fit their own purpose. This is what has the American public up
in arms. It will grow worse, until you men in congress do something to
harness the bureaucratic monster Congress created in 1913.
I am not a "tax resistor."
I believe a Christian should pay their legitimate taxes, and believe the
Bible teaches this. My Savior, Jesus Christ told the Jewish authorities:
"Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's; and unto God the things
which are God's!" In Matthew 17:27, we have an incident where Jesus had
His disciple Peter, that a piece of money found in a fish's mouth and pay
the authorities: "Lest we should offend them!" He said.
Senator, it is a bitter
pill to swallow, to have given over 20 years of the best of my life to
the service of my country, and now have a "rebel gestapo," of the International
Bankers, operating within our government as their police force, rob me
illegally and unfairly.
I am an old man now, almost
82 and in poor health.
I believe you the in the
position to do this country and it's people a real service, by backing
those who are looking into the illegal bureaucratic actions of this branch
of government. I do not ask for myself, but for all concerned Americans.
Yours for Christ and a
Free, God-honoring America
[signed]
Gordon
D. (Jack) Mohr
P.S. In March of 1998,
the I.R.S. instituted an unlawful levy against my Military Retirement Pay,
which will cost over $23,000.00 more and will end in January 1999. God
alone knows what they will do then. But my FAITH is bolstered by the SURE
knowledge that a Day of reckoning is coming, when the King will return
to clean up this mess we have made, and demand an accounting from His enemies,
(see Luke 19:27). In the meantime, His orders remain: "OCCUPY" until I
come!" JM
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