fifth grader in Transylvania’s isolated town of Sighet, I had
to make a fateful decision about my choice of foreign-language study: Russian
or English. The pressure was on us to take up Russian, thus proving that we
were all students loyal to the dictator Socialist” Nicolae Ceausescu’s “Socialist
Government” brand (read Romanian Communism allied with Moscow), but consciously I
detested that system.
fatefully that choice would become reality until 1991, when at almost 27 years
of age, I met Jim Wilkie who had been advised by his brother Richard to include
my town of Sighet in his journey to assess how Eastern Europe was faring after
the fall of the “Berlin Wall,” short for the long wall that kept the people of
Communist countries locked and unable to escape. But more later about how Jim
found me as he sought an English-speaking intellectual and social guide to Eastern Europe.
of only 30,000 people, we were proud to recognize Eliezer "Elie" Wiesel (born 1928) as our most prominent citizen long
before he won the 1986 Nobel Peace Prize. He helped us get past the terrible
history of Sighet Communist Prison where “enemies of the state” were confined
until “death due to natural cause.”
the green and flowered valley of Sighet (elevation 1,000 feet, on the Tisa
River at the foot of our forested Carpathiane Mountains) could be so beautiful,
yet we lived under the terribly cruel eye of the Securitate to protect from the
people the wretched Dictator Nicolae
Ceaușescu. Ceausescu, who
ruled from 1965 to his execution in 1989. Ceausescu was the harshest illiterate
leader of all the countries behind Russia’s Wall against Western Europe.
and 1980s, supposedly I was living the “Golden Age of Romanian Socialism,” but even to myself as
a young student, I could see that the promised
“full progress” was clearly a lie. Most adults agreed but feared
to speak so bluntly. My Romanian language professor Ileana Zubascu-Cristescu was
praising the beauty of the region and still does, being part of the local elite
which strongly believes in social mobility; from peasants to teachers to laud
socialism’s progress, which is definitely a goal for this brand of
professionals, AKA intellectuals.
the “English-Speaking USA”
had been supposedly always threatening
to invade Romania, I continued to study English language and literature. That I
chose to study English even though the act alone brought suspicion on me
because all society was taught to believe since 1945 that we were fighting off the Great
Satan USA. America
was officially seen as a threat to Romania and and it allies under Russia’s
COMECON, all of
which I became only fully aware as I grew older and had to buy the English Course
textbooks on the risky, expensive Black Market.
was admitted to the Philologycal University, in 1982, without rarely granted
permission, we were forbidden to meet and visit with foreigners, especially
those who spoke English and who wanted to hear from us about Sighet and its nearby wooden hamlets of the Maramures
Province, where I have my first memories. The region is ethnically diverse, with
a stimulating climate ranging from very hot summers and very cold winters.
Geographically, we lived in the valleys and Mountains of Gutinul through which the
rivers of Iza and Tisa flow. Geographically, the beautiful forested Tisa River
is the natural border with Southern Ukraine.
folklore has it in the West, vampires are native to Transylvania. We had
vampires, werewolves, and wolverines, but all the mythological characters were
actually members of the Communist Party, which everyone had to join--except for
me because with my knowledge, I was considered a security risk!
I entered the University of Babes Boljay, in Cluj-Napoca, to earn my M.A. in 1990, for
my Filology classes, I decided to conduct my field research project into the
rural life of the North of Romania, recording the folklore (especially
myths) invented and passed down by rural
folks (including small merchants, farmers, fisherman, loggers) had had used
that lore to help them survive for centuries in Sighet and Tisa. Ruthenians and
Romanians, as well as Hungarians made up the mozaique of Northern Transylvania,
which makes for a colorful and resilient gene pool I myself was made of.
of my research conducted among the outlying Sighet area, city and village farmers,
delved deeply into Transylvania Folklore, which prepared me well to understand
Communist Party Lore. After the Ceausu’ gridlock was broken in 1989, local
lords started entrepreneurial vampirism practices in cities and villages of
Maramures county, named PSD actioneers.
the second time, my fateful choice of a field research project had further prepared
me, unknowingly, for my future with Jim Wilkie.
had been admitted to the Babes Bolyai University, which was called “the heart
and brain of Transylvania,” I also further expanded my deep studies in American
language and literature. Also I studied Romanian language and literature in the
Department of Philology. The Bolyai University Is considered the best and
largest University in Transylvania.
beginning my mentoring for other students, I was happy to find a sense of
freedom. Reading and writing comprehension were my forté during my four years
at Cluj. I had always dreamt of being a
professor and a writer and seemed to be off to a great start.
soon realized that our professors opened the day by reading the mounds of new
Decrees just signed by Ceausescu, and Thus,
I began laughing, and other students join me in mocking the wooden language of
Central Planning’s attempt to befuddle us with words from a wooden language,
totally bent toward twisting our brains into confused submission. Professors
and Securitate officers were acting as sweaty bureaucrats trying to teach us
how to sharpen our mental images . Not one professor asked us, “What do each of
you really think of all this Ceausescu propaganda of decrees harming the
had their favorite students and made sure they pointed this out in class,
stifling any competition as they show openly their favoritism or nepotism.
reached the age of 22 in1985, I started to be argumentative, criticizing
professors, especially the history professor who only knew only the History of
the Romanian Communist Party.
as a woman in academia, I began to resent being forced to do the military
service. The Russians, having been directing Romanian politicians since 1945, pressured
the Romanians to replicate their warfare model, and forced students,
irregradless of gender, to dig useless trenches as well as learn to disassemble
and assemble the AK47! What a total waste of our precious time that was,
especially that women had to bear children during this time, but had to
simulate attacks, and defensive
strategies where there was no need for it.
atmosphere was dreadful in classes. Restrictions were plentiful and absurd.
Speech was not free; one couldn’t discuss issues freely in class, or make any
real analysis or debate. One had to regurgitate what the professors were
telling us. Modern economics led by and read whatever was there in the old
books stacked in the communist library. Until I escaped Romania in 1992, I learned
that the so-called economics classes we took taught nothing about money,
credit, and such terms as GDP. The Marxian economics involved only
nonsensical slogans such as “We Romanians have to fight-off the ‘running dogs
of capitalism,” without the word “capitalism” ever being defined except in unrealistic
theory laced with epithets. The Rockefellers, and the Rothchilds!
with to foreigners in English --answering one question was a crime, according
to the tendentious Security Decrees. Abortion was a crime punishable for up to 20
years in prison. Doctors performing it ended up in jail, and so did the
pregnant women. Punishments were ridiculous—the Anti-Abortion Law lasted for 40
years, until 1990.
if my uncle from Canada visited us, we were all under surveillance, the entire
family. Even today, in 2016 one has to report to the police to declare if any
visitor of family comes from the USA (or
Canada, for some bizarre security reason). Well after 25 years, not much has
changed in poor Romania.
INFLUENCE OF RECENT ROMANIAN HISTORY
History of Transylvania weighed heavily on population of Romania, with constant
change in the emerging political map always have left “citizens” always lost
about who was really in charge.
between 82 BC until the Roman conquest in 106 AD. The capital of Dacia was
destroyed by the Romans, so that a new as capital would serve the Roman
Province of Dacia, which lasted until 350 AD, by which time the Romans felt so hated
that it behooved them to withdraw back to Rome.
late 9th century, western Transylvania was conquered by the Hungarian Army to
later became part of the Kingdom of Hungary and in 1570 to devolve into the Principality of Transylvania.
During most of the 16th and 17th centuries, the Principality became an Ottoman
Empire vassal state, confusingly also governed by the Habsburg Empire. After 1711 Transylvania
was consolidated solely into the Hapsburg Empire and Transylvanian princes were
replaced with Habsburg imperial governors. After 1867,
Transylvania ceased to have separate status and was incorporated into the Kingdom
of Hungary as part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.
After World War I, Transylvania reverted in 1918 to
be part of Romania. In 1940 Northern
Transylvania again became governed by Hungary and then Germany, but Romanian
queen Maria successfully reclaimed it after the end of World War II.
important for Romania because if was seized for its oil by Nazi Germany
(1940-1944), “liberated” by the “Soviet Union” (1944-1947), and finally “re-liberated”
to become the Popular republic of Romania (under USSR remote control), as the
Cold War was beginning to freeze the Iron Curtain into place.
Red Army were the occupying powers in all Romania, in 1947 Romania forcibly and
ironically became a “People’s Republic” (1947–1989), after the rise of the Iron
Gheorghiu-Dej (1947) ruled as puppet of Moscow, but when he died, his Secretary
General of the Communist Party of
Romania, Nicolae Ceausescu, was elected as the second “president” (1965-1989),
shifting his savage dictatorship into a harsher Romanian “Gulag” than known in
understood the dimensions of tragic history of Transylvania, did I understand
that I would have to escape the Gulag of Romania by the “skin of my teeth.”
Transylvania seems to be a far away place, where most people know the werewolves
and vampires have been “seen” to in the imagination of Transylvanians, whose
beliefs was soaked in mystical folklore. Even today it is hardly possible to
have a rational conversation with most the Transylvanian folk on any subject without
recourse to try to understand where their distorted imagination has befuddled
Hungarians, Germans, and some Ukrainians.
These languages are still being spoken in Romania’s Maramures province, but because
I always liked and loved the Romanian language, I decided to become a Professor of Romanian
Language and Literature.
the Babes-Boyali Univerity, in Cluj-Napoca
at the heart of Transylvania, I focused especially on Linguistics.
Unfortunately, there I found that the
professors, who were under the control of sweaty Securitate officers, had to
read dozens of new Decrees issued every day as they sought to control every one
of our daily actions—all in the name of protecting the Ceausescu government—which
was selling the country’s food supplies to Russia in order to pay down Roman’s
official debt at our experts. Those Securitate officers ate well and ominously watched
us virtually starve. They said, be calm like your parents in the face of
furiously called out in my classes that our very existence was being
compromised by Ceausescu's abandonment of the population, which was ordered to,
as Lenin famously said, “work, work, work.”
humor , seeking to ridicule Ceausescu’s “national paradise.” But when I encouraged my classmates to laugh at the
propaganda embedded in the wooden language of the national bureaucracy, I soon
fell under the heavy scrutiny of university authorities, who were furious that
I trying to expose the fact that all classes had been organized to befuddle the
student body into confused submission. Indeed, each professor had favorite
students to help drown out legitimate questions and stifle any competing
analysis—the university lived under nepotism, favoritism, the threat of rape
(virtual and real) by the Securitate officers, and open bribery--choose your
MY 1986 FLIGHT FROM ROMANIA
Romania—an illegal act because Ceausescu did not want anyone (especially women
of child-bearing age) to escape his plan to building his “ideal socialist
industries” on farms and ranches as well as in the cities. In June I made my
way to the border of Yugoslavia and paid a smuggler to evade the Romanian
security forces that were preventing the “nations workers” from escaping. The
smuggler, who took me across the border, turned out to be working for Romanian
Border Police. Thus, soon after crossing into Yugoslavia, he turned his wagon
around and I was again in Romania again when I realized what had happened too
late. I had been “sold” to Ceausescu’s minions for a wagon load of salt.
prison sentence in Timisoara Prison, wherein the block cells were maintained so cold (supposedly to eliminate bacteria and
viruses) that it made all of us inmates sick with the cold and the flu.
there were no pillow, and the concrete slab where inmates slept was a
back-breaker. The lights were on 24 hours a day, blinding all of us, and there
was constant observation. Every hour one was awakened to be counted, all under
the guise of watching out for suicides. But everyone could be clearly seen by
the guards, and there was no need to sleep-deprive inmates. There was also
someone in the higher echelon ripping off the food budget to siphon money to
themselves while serving inmates only baby carrots and spicy beans.
member who had been imprisoned for trying to open the political system by denouncing
the Ceausescu dictatorship. These inmates were openly called “Political
Prisoners,” and I was one of them.
were not permitted to work outside the prison walls in the fields because our
crime had been the political decision to have repudiated Ceausescu’s “fantastic
system of autoservice.”
I could return to my University to finally complete my M.A. in 1990.
I met the Family patriarch Nicolae Pipas, who
directed for the Communist government the walled Regional Art Museum in a quiet
part of Sighet. Being one of the few highly educated persons who spoke
English in the region, I began to serve
as interpreter/guide to visiting foreign Ambassadors permitted to travel in
Romania. They wanted to see the Museum with its magnificent collection of
paintings, sculptures, and rare historical pottery and coins. Thus, I soon
found myself translating for visiting English-Speaking Ambassadors from many
countries who wished to know Transylvania, especially my village Sighet and its
Merry Cemetery famous worldwide for it tombstones in the form of wood sculpture
of the butcher, the baker, candlestick maker, and all professions.
languages were Romanian and Hungarian, I could also translate into French and
Italian. Indeed at that time I was teaching Latin in the Rural School System of
my Maramures Province.
Ceausescu realized that his end was near, and he sought to gain support by
pardoning his political prisoners (such as myself) who had tried to escape the
horrendous conditions in the country. Hence, university students and some labor
unions joined forces and quite quickly
after the Fall of the Berlin Wall forced Ceausescu and his draconian wife Elena
to flee. They were caught and executed on Christmas Day, 1989, by the military
that at the last moment joined the Revolution.
population) cheered the fall of the failed, rotten Romanian “dictatorship of
the proletariat,” my dear mother acted differently. She was so confused by the
propaganda of the only “leader” she knew much about that she wept for
Ceausescu, not fully realizing that he was the one who had wrongly had be
arrested and put me in prison.
passport to ready myself to leave Romania by gaining visas for Germany and
France. The question remained, how to get there by land without a visa to
Austria—my region had no air connection to the outside world.
SIGHET WITH JIM WILKIE
was in the right place at the right time when UCLA Professor Jim Wilkie arrived
in Sighet September 17th with Professor James Platler (his friend
and driver). They came as part of their trip to assess the impact of the 1989
Fall of Iron Curtain--which had imprisoned all Romanians and made it a crime to
try to escape from Romania. The two Americans had already visited “East”
Slovakia (soon to break their union, each becoming independent), and Poland,
where English speakers could provide guidance.
loss as few of the people who they encountered could speak English and none of
them could analyze or articulate how the System of Government and society
functioned before and after 1989.
me to advise them as well as guide them through Eastern Europe. They were
pleased to hear the my outline of Transylvanian and Romanian history (see
above), with which I explained how constant national boundary change meant that
Transylvanians and Romanians were never able to develop either honest civil government or active civic society. Little did I know that the concepts of “Civic”
and “Civil” Society were of utmost importance to Jim. As I would find out
later, Jim and I had been conducting compatible research for year earlier and
lead us to write two books. Both
books distinguish between our analysis of Civil Society (which
represents national and local governmental activity and Civic Society (which involves
active private citizens (who organize non-governmental initiatives to develop model
projects beyond the ability of official bureaucrats to even comprehend,
including the influence needed to monitor and expose the failures and successes
of governmental activity).
visit Romania and Hungary, I had to find a substitute for my new class teaching
American English and History in Sighet—I left a friend, Johny Popescu, to become
my permanent substitute. Only then could our newly expanded Team set off under
September 18, 1991, to visit one of the most socially and economically interesting
and beautiful parts of Romania by going up thought the green forested Carpathian
Mountains via the beautiful Prislop Pass, stopping to visit small farming
families in their folkloric clothing of which they were justifiably proud to
wear on a daily basis. Farther east in Romania, on the scenic roads, we visited
the monasteries of Moldova, the town of Cimpulung Moldovenesc, Suceava, and
then the Monasteries in Sucevita and Agapia. The gorgeous forested
mountain road eventually led to Lacul Rosu and the lake country. Then we took the
long scenic mountain road to Cluj Napoca to visit my University.
about factors in comparing national economies. For example, he told me about
how he had reunited in Prague on September 15th with Richard Beesen,
his former UCLA student and friend, to hear about his role in
London as Manger of Deutsche Bank’s New Accounts in Russia and Eastern Europe.
Richard had become famous for inviting Banking Officials and national Treasury
Ministries to deposit their financial reserves on deposit in his bank in London.
But because those who did not understand anything about “interest payment on
deposited funds, they did not ask for nor did they gain any interest payments.
Also, because most Western Banks were not sure that these new “capitalists”
could be “fully trusted” for correct management of their deposits, his Deutsche Bank collected large fees to keep the Eastern Europe reserves
safe. This was all very eye-opening for me.
realized early on that we had an close affinity as we analyzed the situation of
Romania, and he said “call me Jim.” (In contrast I called James Plater “JP.”) As we traveled to observe the situation
of the people in different parts of the country, Jim and I formed a deep bond
of observing and analyzing; thus both of realized this brief interlude had to
continue for the long term in order to achieve our goals.
BUDAPEST, SALZBURG, MUNICH,
Hungary, and we did so by-passing the miles of vehicles waiting to cross the
border for the long drive to Budapest. There JP finally relaxed after the long
drives and often poor hotels and hotels—he said that he finally found unbroken civilization
arrived in Budapest, JP, who had told Jim privately that from the outset of our
trip that he thought that I was a “Spy” (planted on us by the Romanian
Securitate to monitor our many “foreign” inquiries during our travel through
Romania’s north country), announced that his concern about me had vanished as
we realized the extent of my knowledge and research abilities. In his
mind, I had to be a Spy because I had
obtained access to special private dining rooms and quarter in some fine hotels,
as well as invitations for wonderful lunches at some Monasteries, where miraculously
I made immediate friends with each Mother Superior. But by the time we reached
Budapest, he realized that at my University I had learned the Elite skills
needed to survive safely and comfortably in Eastern Europe.
I had no visa. But Jim passed his UCLA
business card through to the Consul General of Austria in Budapest, and quickly
we found ourselves whisked from the back of the long line to the front and
right into a meeting with the Consul General himself. He was pleased to hear about
the research of our UCLA Team but said that I did need a visa. Jim then
told them that I only needed a three-day transit visa to reach Germany, the
visa for which he could see in my passport. Easy does it, I told myself.
to the Hotel Kobentzl and Graz, which overlook Salzburg, all the way analying
the comparative economic and social situations of Austria, Hungary, and Romania.
most of our time down the mountain from Kobentzl in the valley, before
returning to our sweeping Hotel view of Salzburg City. Meanwhile I was
deepening my questions about capital is leveraged to undertake big private
projects. As we took photos over from on high looking down on the many bridges
of Salzburg and Jim was explaining how
the developed world operated by using finances, credit, and interest to help
where our quick look into Oktoberfest found us among nasty drunken louts each
of whom seemingly had hand four hands: one to chug-a-lug beer; one to smoke
foul smelling cigarettes; one to quaff horrible-bleeding-raw saugages; and one
to punch someone in the face. From what we saw, Octoberfest was a place for
nasty males seeking to “get smashed on beer” and then smash another male to
break his nose. Thus, we fled for our lives as the brutes began to threaten anyone
who looked at them.
to from Munich to Paris to take a bus to Bordeaux to meet the family which had
invited me to France.
arrive in time to go from the airplane to open and begin teaching his Fall
Quarter class at UCLA. But he promised to call daily and return to join
me again in ten weeks.
meantime, I made a trip to Paris to request political asylum in France, but
grey-faced judge who rejected my request. The national
matters in Bordeaux, the French Security Agent there was investigating me, a
lone woman, as a possible SPY sent by Romania to “monitor activities at the
Port of Bordeaux. When he told that, if I pleased him in unmentionable ways, he
would not deport me to Romania but arrange my legal status in France, I immediately
told Jim on his next telephone call.
resolve our problem, Jim called his Paris friend Gerard Chaliand, a former
visiting professor at UCLA, whose real job involved traveling the world for
French Security to report on his travels that took him to all continents.
Gerard immediately called French Security to report on the illegal approach to
me by their Agent in Bordeaux. That same
day the Agent came to apologize profusely to me in the best manner that he
could muster in his pitiful condition. He begged me not to have him fired for
his proposition to me. I could see him looking at me in truly puzzled way that
implicitly said: “Who are you? How did I make such a grave mistake in deciding
that you, a lone Romanian women could not have any power to reach my bosses in
Paris?” I took pity on him and told him that if he minded manners and watched
from affair to be sure that I was always safe, he would not be fired.
TO EUROPE TO MEET ME IN BORDEAUX
December 11th when Jim arrived, France was in the midst what some in
America call an “Indian Fall,” warm with Fall leaves still on the trees.
wonderful Fall time when we left Bordeaux the next day spend a few days seeing
many castles along the Loire River.
personally thank him for having made the Bordeaux Security agent reexamine his
whole approach to his life.
contacts at the American Embassy, who heard about our research and suggested
that Jim meet also with their contacts at the U.S. Embassy in Mexico City to
facilitate getting underway our new Plan: Expand Jim’s successful consulting
with the U.S. Council on Foundations to achieve the flows of non-profit funds
between America and Mexico to help Eastern Europe take up the Wilkie Model to
send some U.S. foundation funds to help their Non-Profit Sectors in Romania,
Hungary, and Russia—much like the Soros Foundation had done by setting up
Sub-Offices as Soros’ Local Foundations administered by Civic Activists in each
country of Eastern Europe and Russia.
trip was to the river of LOIRE, left in September, and came back in December.
Then we went to Paris, and visited the Versailles, Champs Elysee, the
Montmartre, and Montparnasse. We had everything to ourselfves, Then we went to
MARSEIlle, listening to the PASTORALES., beautiful green lands of France.
overlooking the Bay, into town. And we went to the COTE D’azure. We stayed at
Hotel Welcome. Then rode over the serpentined cornish roads, overlooking
the Mediterranean, Cap Ferrat, and Monaco. Then JW had to fly out to teach
again, and I flew back to Bordeaux.
Beaulieu sur Mer.
travelled to Carcassone, a fortified city, through Andora ( a gambling center,
in the Pyrineeys). The Principality of Andora was rich and ostentatious with
baroque buildings. And La Rochelle.
at Hotel Paris for a week, in the center of Madrid.
Trujillo. In Trujillo we went and took pictures while walking on the red roofs
of houses, perfectly lined up for me to walk. I took great that I was
free and nobody minded my business. Jim and I , we were only taking care of one
canyon, tucked into the mountains) to continue up in the mountains, and then
went down to a walled town of AVILA, to Trujillo, and continued to Madrid.
and then JW flew out of madrid. I took the plane to France, and in Bordeaux I
joined the nuns again, and continued my studies of Folklore at the University
of Bordeaux, where I was writing about the mythical Lilith.
pageant,of that beautiful catholic church, as we went down from La Rochelle,
along the clean river, where we called ahead and we found a room with a high
specifically to Los Angeles.
lovely hotel, Marina Del Rey, in Marina del Rey, where I stayed for a
week, and we looked for a place to live.
world. We loved each other so deeply.
s program, and in 1996 into the Doctoral
program in History. I graduated with brio in 2001, and published my Doctoral
Dissertation in English and Spanish.
with any of my husbands. I was sensitive and creative; and only JW could
appreciate me. I have finally found The man of my life.
with James, he helped opening my third eye, and together we could conquer the
Ceausescu and his cohort of asslickers. It is very much like a pyramid scheme,
where the base is supporting the big olda corrupt guys at the top. Furthermore,
Emanuel Sauliuc’s father, Grigore Sauliuc himself is a retired, but active
securitate informer (snitch). His wife, Stela Sauliuc who is incharge of giving
out pensions in Sighet, has helped her husband Grigore retire prematuarlly, and
collect a nice sum of money, without him being actually ill. Entire families
are corrupt and are milking the system, paying themselves huge amounts of
money, without producing anything actually.
southwestern border with Romania and Hungary.
Oceania always being threatened by eternal war alternating between Eurasia or Eastasia, portrayed in George Orwell’s 1984 (1948). Cf. my article “Orwell’s 1984 and the Case Studies of Stalin and
Ceausescu,” in Elitelore Varieties (Edited
by James Wilkie et al.): http://elitelore.org/Capitulos/cap16_elitelore.pdf
dates from the January 1949 communiqué agreed upon in Moscow by the USSR
(including its 15 Constituent Republics
of Russia, Armenia,
Azerbaijan, Belaruse, Estonia, Georgia, Kazakhstan,
Kyrgyzstan, Latvia, Lithuania, Moldova, Turkmenistan, Ukraine, and Uzbekistan) and its five “Independent” Satellite Republics (Bulgaria,
Czechoslovakia, Hungary, Poland, and Romania. The communiqué involved the
refusal of all these countries to "subordinate themselves to the dictates
of the Marshall Plan.” Thus, they organized
an “economic cooperation” among these
“new peoples’ democracies.” (USSR born 1922, died 1991). Cf.: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_Comecon
Empire existed between 1867 and 1918.
“owner” and then transferred title to his son Valerian Pipas, the regions most
used in English because native English speakers
too often do not know intuitively know how to pronounce it. The name Czechia has arisen as the short name for the Czech Republic,
which emerged with the breakup of “Czechoslovakia” in 1992.
for the contract to by paid from his grant funds from U.S. foundations
deposited for his projects sat UCLA.
first book, “Globalization Is
Decentralized,” and second book co-authored with James W Wilkie: “Brilliant and
Dark Sides of Globalization” published in 2011 found on Amazon.com.
in “Is Soros Just Another Robber Barron, or A Global Philanthropist?” on
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