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Bainbridge Island Naval Radio Station
5/14/1998 by SkewsMe.com

When Tokyo talked, Bainbridge Naval Radio Station listened.
– ‘East Wind Rain’; Bainbridge’s day in history: Dec 7, 1941, Seattle Post Intelligencer, 7 Dec 1971, 108(341).

Bainbridge Island, WA

Bainbridge Island, Washington

A vital link in the Navy’s communication system in the Pacific, [the Battle Point Naval Radio Station was] declared surplus by the Department of Defense and turned over to the General Services Administration. The 800 foot high steel transmitter tower,…some 200 feet taller than the Space Needle, reputedly once was the tallest tower in the world. The station is said to be the first point in the continental United States to receive word of the attack on Pearl Harbor. It intercepted coded Japanese radio messages during World War II.
– Charles Aweeka, 800 foot Bainbridge tower due to go down into history, The Seattle Times, 23 April 1972.

At 1:28 a.m. Dec. 7, 1941,…a Navy radio man stationed at the southern tip of Bainbridge Island near Seattle intercepted a final message from Tokyo to Japan’s ambassador in Washington, D.C. The message told the ambassador to state Japan’s final position to the U.S. by 1 p.m. Washington time. One p.m. Washington time was 7:30 a.m. at Pearl Harbor. So Bainbridge Naval Radio Station plucked from the air waves…the timetable, if not the target, for Japan’s attack.

The island…housed one of the most effective and least known…spy operations of World War II.

On Nov. 19, 1941, Bainbridge intercepted Japan’s plans for the famous “winds” code in which a weather forecast would signal the end of diplomatic relations. [From] “Building eleven” at Bainbridge,…the contents of those…dispatches…[were then] forwarded…to Washington by teletype for decoding.

The very existence of such a place as Building Eleven, a two story brick structure housing an operation called “security group” or “supplementary radio,” was and remains one of the best kept secrets of the war.

Some of Bainbridge’s undercover role was revealed by the Navy in 1946 during Congressional investigation of Pearl Harbor events. There is no apparent reason for secrecy today.

Secrecy haunts the veterans of “Station S,” the code name for Bainbridge. Over on Bainbridge,…people still say things like “loose lips sink ships.”

The Naval Radio Station was built in 1939 on the abandoned site of Fort Ward, an Army facility. The station handled communications for the 13th Naval District, broadcasting on a 50,000 watt transmitter. Station S was control center for a Pacific Coast network of radio direction finder (RDF) stations used to track both friendly and hostile craft. Bainbridge copied all of the Japanese government messages between Tokyo and San Francisco, and guarded the radiotelephone band of the same circuit for voice transmissions.

It was Bainbridge’s secret assignment, as much as the nearness of the Puget Sound Naval Shipyard at Bremerton, that led to the sudden evacuation of 225 Japanese Americans from Bainbridge on March 30, 1942. It was the first forced evacuation of its kind on the West Coast. Few knew at the time of the evacuation that the Navy on Oct. 27, 1941, translated messages sent by a Japanese agent “Sato” from Seattle to Tokyo, describing warship repairs at Bremerton.

[Some] operators at Bainbridge Dec. 6 and 7 were diverted to a strange new assignment –…somebody in Washington wanted badly to know about the wind direction. In case Japan U.S. relations were in danger, the code words would be…“east wind rain.” For Russia,…the signal was “north wind cloudy.” For Great Britain, the words were “west wind clear.” (Navy Commander Laurence F. Safford later insisted in the face of official denials that the U.S. had received all three wind code signals on Dec. 4 or 5. Japanese agents in Hawaii said they did not hear the “east wind rain” signal broadcast until two hours after Pearl Harbor was attacked.)

The message setting a 1 p.m. timetable to break off talks war completely intercepted at Bainbridge by 1:37 a.m. Relayed to Washington by teletype, the code was instantly recognized as “purple,” Japan’s toughest crytographic system. At 11:30 a.m., the message was in the hands of General George C. Marshall, Army chief of staff. At the same moment the Japanese Zeros were tearing through the sky 200 miles north of Pearl Harbor. Marshall’s last minute alert message, warning of the Japanese ultimatum due at 7:30 Hawaii time, reached Honolulu at 7:33 a.m., and even then was not immediately delivered to military commanders.

In Building Eleven, Station S, Bainbridge Island, the diplomatic circuits were still, as if dead. But there was noise, lots of it, from the Japanese Navy. In the sky over Pearl Harbor, Cmdr. Mitsuo Fuchida looked down from his high level bomber, saw that complete surprise had been achieved, and radioed the words “Tora, tora, tora.”

Years later, when the tide of war had turned…a signal from a Japanese radio man in the Kurile Islands …stopped, and suddenly, in plain language, he was sending the words: “They’re coming, they’re coming they’re coming.”
– Walter Wright, Building 11 and the fateful Japanese message, Seattle Post Intelligencer, 7 Dec 1971, 108(341), p. A17.

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Day One

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Since my earliest memories from childhood, I’ve been standing up for human rights (as opposed to personal freedoms).

I think I couldn’t have been more than four years old when my mom ran crying into their bedroom with blood pouring down her face after my dad punched her. I told him if he ever did that again, I would kill him. Of course he didn’t believe me and asked how I might go about it. After I gave him a long list of methods including stabbing him through the eye with a kitchen knife while he slept to mixing the chemicals under the sink into his food, I don’t think he ever hit her again… though I think he may have pushed her down the steps one night years later.

I remember clearly the day on my Big Wheel running away to stop at a semi-truck pulled to the side of the road. The trucker asked where I was going and convinced me the world was far more dangerous than it was at home and to go back.

Recently my brother told me how I used to ride my Big Wheel down our hill into heavy cross traffic and how after we moved they blocked off that intersection from the hill. That reminded me how back then I asked my dad to buy me a watch, and then made him buy me a second one when the first one didn’t have a second hand. I had timed the light down the street out of view and resulting traffic flow so that I’d actually zoom across the intersection just as the rearmost cars cleared it.

At our next house I started kindergarten to be immediately advanced to first grade, which absolutely pissed off all of my friends. When the teacher then asked why I wasn’t doing my homework and me telling her how when I got home from school I was given something to drink and then waking up the next morning, I suddenly met the acquaintance of disgruntled CIA agents disgusted with how the CIA’s MKULTRA was doing things like brainwashing children. This was around 1975, two years before the Senate Hearings investigating MKULTRA.

Back then my dad made nuclear missiles for a government subcontractor in California, and after the agents took me to meet his boss, his boss was told to tell my dad that there was a job opening in Pennsylvania and insist we drive there and explore the countryside along the way. My family rented a big car with power windows (new in those days), and we set off East.

We got intercepted in Nevada, and while during this time I have no idea what was happening to my family, I was shown advanced technologies including an optical computer that could morph in real time that I was told processed one million bits of information at once. It was there I was told that I would have to learn to keep a sharp eye out and keen ear open to the world around me if I was to be an effective spy. So I asked, “Can’t you just put a camera in my head?” After a moment’s expression of confusion on the agent’s face, he ran off all ecstatic and the next thing I knew I don’t know how many hours later, I was rushed out a back door into a van while a group of government reporters were interviewing a man across the way as being the first person to have this technology installed.

Again, this was around 1975, a decade after The New York Times ran a front page article about Jose Delgado’s remote-controlled animals including monkeys.

The next thing I remember was waking up in our rented car to read the sign Welcome to Pennsylvania, finding the motel, my parents going off to a dinner interview while my brother and sister were in a different room, and out of boredom decided to start reading The Bible in the drawer. Then some men came into the room, and again, things went black before coming to be shown even more classified information that will remain classified information.

My family spent a some time in the area and took me to see the Smithsonian Museum among other attractions, and the next thing I knew I woke up in the car in the middle of the desert driving through the most amazing lightning and thunderstorm, before again getting drugged out to end up at a “summer camp” being run by the CIA MKULTRA program, but that information will have to wait for another time.

For the next several years, my family bounced from house to house spying on child abuse rings around Corona, California. At one apartment complex where the deviant children did things like set lethal traps, one of which came millimeters from killing me when it stabbed me in the back of my throat, I found one day there dumpster diving dozens of cryptic medical records listing dosages along with dozens of used syringes.

By the beginning of what should’ve been my 4th grade year (this after skipping kindergarten) we moved north to Edmonds, WA. I remember sitting as high as I could in the top of a tree in our front yard watching kids come home from school only to be informed how the school year had already started. At that point, I actually had to convince my parents to register me for classes where they then held me back to 3rd grade again because I’d missed so much school moving around, but I was immediately bused off to another school during part of the day that was teaching advanced students. I had a lot of fun learning their creative thinking curriculum until one day I discovered they’d just given a boy a bath in the back room. I reported it to my teacher at the regular school, and shortly after I got home after classes, my parents arrived home early from work, said pack your bags, we’re moving tonight. And again, off to another safehouse to hide out.

As an outspoken children’s rights advocate, I’ve obviously made many enemies from those who would prefer children be considered private property with no rights. At the same time I’ve made some very powerful allies in government. So when someone tells me I’m their enemy, I prefer to ask the reason why before I list the people I know hate me.

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Child Abuse is the Number One threat to National Security

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Today, “the Palestinian authority is transmitting a message to the younger generation: the goal of life is death,” reports the “Children of Jihad” news report. “Children are instructed: throw down your toys and replace them with rocks”:

The goal of this training is to program the children to be ready and willing to murder and kill of their own free will even if it means that they themselves will die.… The deliberate incitement of the children has gradually lost all restraints. The incitement reaches each household through televison and radio spots, it permeates the schools, and the textbooks are riddled with teachings of hate.

Teaching children to hate inundates them from all directions. Cartoons and characters in children’s magazines and newspapers remind them to throw stones. Photographs of… martyrs adorn every wall.… Children are taught not to fear death but to welcome it.…

In a society in which legitimization of child murderers becomes a part of its ideology then normative human morality no longer exists.… All of this has been orchestrated quite methodically by the Palestinian authority who, with malice of forethought and directed from above, have transformed children into political pawns.

– Children of Jihad,” IsraelsProtector video at YouTube.com, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=odvRlLZrlJ4 (retrieved: 12 March 2011)


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