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People are responsible for their own motives, attitudes, desires, and actions. Our words, works, and thoughts will condemn us. Burglary offenders generally exhibit pronounced criminal careers. Only 32 percent of the 4,000+ defendants who stood before the courts on felony burglary charges were without a prior felony arrest record. One third has a rap sheet containing ten or more arrests. Moreover, half had a prior felony criminal conviction under their belt and 10 percent had been convicted five or more time in the past. Four of ten burglary defendants were in an active criminal justice status (id est, on probation, parole, or pretrial release) at the time that they were arrested for the burglary offense in question. The criminal history patterns of the burglary defendants were more pronounced than any other type of defendant. Research on active burglars suggests that they engage in only limited specialization of offense. Most live a lifestyle that is built around immediate gratification (drug or drinking habits and frivolous spending) and are this almost constantly in need of cash. They are not picky about the exact source of the funds and tend to pursue a host of illicit income-generating avenues (exempli gratia, motor vehicle theft, robbery, larceny, fraud, drug sales). In a recidivism study, nearly 74 percent of the burglars got in trouble with the law within 3 years of release into the community, only 23 percent were rearrested on a new burglary charge. When specialization does occur among burglars, it tends to take on a “short term” quality. #RandolphHarris 1 of 14

Thirty three percent of burglars restricted their criminal activities solely to the crime of burglary during the past 6 months. This finding suggests that some habitual street offenders may fall into a groove and rely exclusively on burglary to support their drug use or fast-paced lifestyle. Over time, factors such as an opportunistic introduction to other criminal outlet, increased perceived risk, or saturation of “desirable” targets will inevitably lead them astray from their short-term specialization. Burglary is a crime that is principally guided by shallow instrumental motives. Most would-be offenders are drawn to the crime because of its monetary payoff. Habitual offenders describe burglary as a low-risk, high-yield form of crime. These risk perceptions are shaped by several factors. First, by implementing a minimal level of vigilance and commonsense, most offenders know that they can get in and out of a home or business without being identified. Second, they know that in lieu of physical evidence or eyewitness testimony, burglary offenses are difficult for police to solve. Third, seasoned offenders know that urban burglary victims (especially repeat victims) tend to have little faith in the police department’s ability to remedy their property losses or effect an arrest and thus may not be inclined to pursue the matter with the authorities. Finally, criminals know that burglary offenses are a low priority for law enforcement—numerous urban police forces now funnel burglary calls for service into an automated phone system that does little more than generate a police report for home owner’s insurance purposes. #RandolphHarris 2 of 14

Most burglars become accustomed to a fast-paced lifestyle and/or are addicted to drugs and thus continue to commit burglaries in the face of increasing risks and diminished rewards. In rare instances, burglars are known to exhibit expressive motivations. Inquiries reveal that burglars sometimes commit their crimes for excitement, revenge, or while in a drug- or alcohol-induced stupor. Issues of planning and target selection are critical to the burglar’s decision-making process. Planning refers to any prevent preparations that the burglar might put in place to assist him or her in more smoothly accomplishing goals. These preparations might include recruiting of accomplices with specific skills, “casing” the targeted establishment, or arranging for transportation. Research indicates that most burglars engage in only minimal prevent planning. They see no need to spend a lot of time thinking through the how, when, and where of their offending. Instead, they tend to operate in advance. There is a term known as opportunistic planning, which refers to the more spontaneous breed of burglar who identifies break-in opportunities as they arise and quickly formulates and implements a plan of attack. Alternatively, seasoned professionals often engage in search planning, whereby they are willing to spend considerable time looking for lucrative targets or wait for tipsters to supply them with such locations. These burglars might even limit their offending to specific types of dwellings (supermarkets, hotels). #RandolphHarris 3 of 14

Once a target is acquired, the offender(s) will formulate a predetermined division of labor, become familiar with the dwelling, and map out a contingency-based extraction and escape scenarios. Interview data reveal that these meticulous prowlers view planning as the cornerstone of low-risk, high-yield approach to the trade. Target selection refers to the strategic criteria that attract or repel a would-be offender from a given dwelling. Oftentimes, offenders wait for someone lese to direct them toward desirable targets. More precisely, they may rely on inside information from someone who is familiar with the dwelling. For example, an acquaintance, an employee, subcontractor (pest control worker, landscaper, maid, cable guy, manager, et cetera), or pizza deliver driver might identify a home or business as being particularly susceptible to a break-in. These informants sometimes go as far as to leave the doors or windows unlocked or provide the location and type of valuables that are available for the taking. Such tips are invaluable to the burglar and usually result in some form of payoff for the informant before or after the crime is committed. Or, in high scale neighborhoods, they will have pretty white girls case the block looking for houses they want to hit, and then knock on the door, ask to use the phone, start a conversation, visually memorize the layout of the homes and where the valuable are. Then, they draw a blueprint of the house and highlight things to get, and give it to their team. #RandolphHarris 4 of 14

Much of what we know about offender decision-making processes comes from a series of innovative studies specifically undertaken to assess the “in-the-field” thought processes of active burglars. Collectively, these studies suggest that burglars are sensitive to the physical space and architectural design. These characteristics play an important role in whether they follow through on a desire to victimize a given home or business. Offenders’ target selection processes are broken down into three categories: occupancy probes, surveillability cues, and accessibility cues. Occupancy cues allow the offender to determine if the dwelling is currently vacant. Empty homes or businesses are ideal because they minimize the likelihood that the assailant will be observed, interrupted, or reported while engaging in the crime. Burglars, therefore, become well versed at scanning the environment for signs of occupancy. Cues such as cars in the driveway/garage, silhouettes in the windows, or the sound of voices tell them that someone is home and that they are wise to keep moving along their way. A burglary might go so far as to look for newspapers on the stoop or a mailbox full of mail. Some will even knock on the door or call on the phone to see if anyone is inside. The most seasoned burglars will take a few days to study the daily routines of the occupants and even the neighbors. #RandolphHarris 5 of 14

Surveillability cues direct attention to the perimeter of a potential target. Here, the offenders seeks to determine whether they will be able to get into and out of an unoccupied structure without drawing the attention of neighbors or passers by. Ideal targets are poorly lit, secluded, fenced-in locations with minimal traffic and easily accessed entry and escape points. Conversely, nosey or nearby neighbors, significant foot traffic, neighbors with dogs, and the absence of shrubbery or fencing can encourage a burglary to move along their way. Som burglars seek to blend into the environment by wearing uniforms or driving service vehicles that deflect attention. Accessibility cues focus on the issue of entry. Here, the assailants seek out soft targets with unsophisticated or inoperable security devices. Unlocked doors or windows are appealing, while target hardening devices such as deadbolt locks, burglar alarms, burglar bars, or dogs sever as deterrents. Some burglars claim to have knowledge or skills regarding how to defeat sophisticated locks or alarm systems but, in practice, almost always chose to avoid undertaking the task. It appears that offenders are pragmatic on these issues; namely, they see no reason to take on a challenging target when they can bank on the fact that a “soft” one exists somewhere nearby. Drug and alcohol use appears to have an important impact on the thought processes of burglary offenders. Survey of federal and state prison inmates found that the majority (56 percent) of incarcerated burglars were under the influence of drugs or alcohol at the time of their most recent offense. #RandolphHarris 6 of 14

Urinalysis testing of arrestees suggests that the actual level of offense-related substance use may be even higher—nearly 80 percent of the burglars who were tested via the Arrestee Drug Abuse Monitoring (ADAM) program were shown to have drugs or alcohol in their system. These alarming statistics have led some to look more closely at the relationship between substance use ad burglary (id est, drugs/crime relationship). We interviewed active burglars with established drug habits. Several significant trends were revealed. As expected, these offenders explained that they relied on burglary as a primary source of money to support their drug habit (id est, instrumental motive source). Somewhat unexpectedly, drug use was said to facilitate the actual commission of burglars. That is, the burglars claimed that they routinely used drugs to enhance their skills (alertness, steadiness, et cetera) or to calm their nerves just prior to offending. Respondents described a tenuous relationship between burglary and drug use—they recognized that some drugs such as cocaine or other stimulants will predictably yield poor decision making and increased risks. Burglars appear to rely on simple and pragmatic normative neutralizations to account for their criminal indiscretions. Most burglars attach a sense of necessity to their crimes. For those with substance abuse problems, burglary is viewed as a primary means by which they can feed the habit and thus avoid withdrawal. For the nonaddicted offenders interviewed, burglary represents a reliable source of illegitimate income (along with robbery, theft, and drug dealing) by which they could solve pressing financial crises and/or sustain their free-wheeling lifestyle and delicate social status. #RandolphHarris 7 of 14

In our premortal life we had a moral agency. One purpose of Earth life is to show what choices we will make. If we are forced to choose the right, we would not be able to show what we would choose for ourselves. Also, we are happier doing things when we have made our own choices. The Lord has said that all people are responsible for their own actions. Even though we are free to choose our course of action, we are not free to chose the consequences of our actions. The consequences, whether good or bad, follow as a natural result of any choice we make. “The Holy Ghost, whom God hath given to them that obey Him,” is the principal phrase giving rise to the expression “obey the Spirit.” It was used by Peter before the priestly council in Jerusalem, but nowhere else in the Scriptures is the same thought given. The whole passage needs to be read carefully to reach a clear conclusion. “We must obey God” (Acts 5.29), Peter declared to the Sanhedrin, for “we are witnesses…and so is the Holy Ghost whom God hath given to them that obey Him” (v. 32). Does the apostle mean “obey the Spirit” or “obey God,” according to the first words of the passage? The distinction is important, and the sense of the words can be rightly grasped only by noting the teaching of other parts of Scripture, that the Triune GOD IN HEAVEN is to be obeyed through the power of the indwelling Spirit of God. For to place the Holy Ghost as the object of obedience, rather than God the Father, through the Son, by the Holy Spirit, creates the danger of leading the believer to rely upon, or obey, a “spirit” in or around one, rather than God on the throne in Heaven. #RandolphHarris 8 of 14

God is to be obeyed by the child of God untied to His Son—the Holy Spirit being the medium, or means, through whom God is worshipped and obeyed. Sometimes in life, we may experience a strong desire to be alone, and may deliberately cut ourselves off from others. We may seek within, not for an answer, but for a way to live, but sometimes nothing will come. Each day, some wait for the sun to rise, but only darkness persists. The World may look remote, strange. Its color may fade away, its breath becomes cold. One may see everything through a cloud…a thick veil alters the hue and look of everything. Persons mov like shadows, and sounds seem to come from a distant World—there are no longer any past for one; people appear so strange; it is as if one cannot see any reality, as if one was in a threatre; as if people are actors, and everything is scenery; one can no longer find oneself; one walks, but why? Everything floats before one’s eyes, but leaves no impression. Each day some people experience a continuing feeling of detachment and a desire to be alone, immune to life. One only wants internal dialogue, and believes that through an internal sign one will discover the next step. The concreteness of the content of faith brings in its wake doubt, risk, and anxiety. Elementary psychology dictates a direct ratio between concreteness and concern; one can be far more concerned about a concrete object than an abstract one. However, the more concretely the content of faith is expressed in a symbol, the greater is the possibility of error, for the element of absoluteness, of transcendence, may be edged out. #RandolphHarris 9 of 14

A preliminary concern, so alluring in its concreteness, may become the content of faith. Nor do we enjoy any immediate awareness that the content to which faith has committed us is truly ultimate. Consequently, doubt is an element which is always and will be always present in the act of faith. This doubt is neither methodological doubt, which is a mode of scientific inquiry, nor sceptical doubt, which is really a cloak for concealed faith. It is existential doubt arising from the tension between the ultimacy of concern and the concreteness of content. To complement the appearance of doubt, mention must be made also of risk and anxiety. Risk can be used to include both objective doubt about the concrete content of faith and subjective commitment to it. Risk is decision for the uncertain. Anxiety is a much broader concept, and, in fact, we build an ontology of anxiety. In this ontological sense, anxiety is the existential awareness of nonbeing. Nonbeing can threaten in several different ways. The way it threatens man’s spiritual life is by the anxiety of meaninglessness, an anxiety aroused by the loss of a spiritual center, of an answer, however symbolic and indirect, to the question of the meaning of existence. The doubter has lost God, truth, and the meaning of life, but one cannot rest in this loss, for one encounters the demand to what one has lost. One is gripped by the relentless power of truth, and, since one cannot fulfill the law of truth, one falls into despair. One doubts about one’s salvation, except that in one’s case loss of salvation is not the divine sentence of condemnation, but the abyss of meaninglessness. Radical doubt is not an ethical problem of flight from God. It is the struggle for participation in the unconditioned meaning of life. #RandolphHarris 10 of 14

The justification of the doubter (die Rechtfertigung des Zweiflers) paradoxically is accomplished by faith. For faith is ultimate concern, not the acceptance of theological truths, even truths about God and Christ. It is legalism to insist upon adoption of creedal beliefs before God grants justification. With the principle of justification by faith being applied to the religious-intellectual life—nothing only the sinner, but the doubter, too, is saved by faith, by one’s ultimate concern. The more serious the doubt and the more despairing the doubter, the greater is one’s concern for the meaning of life. This unconditional seriousness is the expression of the presence of the divine in the experience of utter separation from it. Faith is found in the depths of doubt. To put doubt in its proper context, attention is called to the fact that we intend to analyze the structure of faith, not describe an actual state of mind. Consequently, doubt is not a permanent experience within the act of faith. However, it is always present as an element in the structure of faith. Similarly, extreme anxiety is not a common occurrence, but the rare occasions in which it is present determine the interpretation of existence as a whole. In an economic sense, China has a lot to do with existence of the United States of America. China’s sensational performance as a manufacturing superpower left in the shadow its rapidly growing presence in the global market of commercial services. On other hand, in the services sector the West retains a significant edge it can sharpen even further. Here it is in a good position to capture the rapidly expanding markets of China and other large developing countries, but at this point its services exports to those countries are surprisingly small. #RandolphHarris 11 of 14

As of 2022, global services exports are estimated at USD$7 trillion. International services exports account for 6.3 percent of World GDP. With USD$795 billion worth of services sold internationally in 2021, the United States of America remained the World’s leading exporter, capturing a 13 percent share of the global market. It was followed, at some distance, by the United Kingdom (USD$418 billion), China, the leading exporter among developing economies, ranked third (USD$392 billion). The top five service exporters from developing exporters are: China, India, Singapore, United Arab Emirates, China, Hong Kong SAR. The top five service exporters from developed economies are: United States of America, United Kingdom, Germany, Ireland, and France. In exports of commercial services by country, the top seven are: United States of America, UK, Germany, France, China, Japan, Spain, Italy, India. In the transportation and especially travel services, the sectors where China achieved most is still significantly lagging behind the Western powers. The latter continue to command global markets. Growth of India’s exports of those services was remarkable, but in absolute terms they remain minor. In the financial and telecom services sector, China’s global presence is almost invisible: It is not among the top 15 exporters (here and in the flowing, the EU is counted as a single exporter). India, at number seven, accounted for 1.9 percent of global exports of telecom services. Its share of the global financial services market was 1.4 percent. In the latter sector it is about to catch up with Japan (1.9 percent of the World’s total), though remaining far behind the United States of America (21.1 percent) and the EU (25.6 percent). #RandolphHarris 12 of 14

The only sector where Western countries are not leading is computer and information services. Computer service export were dominated by the European Union, India and China in 2019. With a dominance distant from the rest, although en bloc, the European Union registered external sales of these services for USD$250.616 million, after, India with USD$55.472 million, and China USD$44.96 billion, other exporters of computer services were the United States of America, the United Kingdom, Israel, Singapore, Canada, the Philippines and the United Arab Emirates. When it comes to economical labor, a jolting blow is likely to hit the Less Developed Countries (LDCs) even harder and change power relations among within them. Every since the smoky dawn of the industrial era, capitalist manufacturers have pursued the golden grail of inexpensive labor. After World War II the hunt for foreign sources of inexpensive labor became a stampede. Many developing countries bet their entire economic future on the theory that selling labor inexpensive labor would lead to modernization. Some, like the “four tigers” of East Asia—South Korea, Taiwan, Hong Kong, and Singapore—even won their bet. They were helped along by a strong work ethic, cultural and other unique factors, including the fact that two bitter wars, the Korean conflict in the 1950 and Vietnam in the 1960s and early ’70, pumped billions of dollars into their region. Some Japanese referred to this dollar influx as the “divine wind.” #RandolphHarris 13 of 14

Because of their success, it is now almost universally believed that shifting from the export of agricultural products or raw materials to the export of goods manufactured by inexpensive labor is the path to development. Yet nothing could be further from the long-range truth. There is no doubt that the inexpensive-labor game is still being played all over the World. Even now Japan is transferring plants and contracts from Taiwan and Hong Kong, where wages have risen, to Thailand, Malaysia, and China, where wages are still one-tenth those in Japan. No doubt many opportunities still exist for rich countries to locate pools of inexpensive labor in the LDCs. However, like leasing military bases or shipping ore, the sale of inexpensive labor is also reaching its outer limits. The reason for this is simple: Under the newly emerging system of wealth creation, inexpensive labor is increasingly expensive. As the new system spreads, labor costs themselves become a smaller fraction of total costs of production. In some industries today, labor costs represent only 10 percent of the total costs of production. A 1 percent saving of a 10 percent cost factor is only one tenth of a percent. By contrast, better technology, faster and better information flows, decreased inventory, or streamlined organization can yield savings far beyond any that can be squeezed out of hourly workers. This is why it may be more profitable to run an advanced facility in Japan or the United States of America, with a handful of highly educated, highly paid employees, than a backward factory in China or Brazil that depends on masses of badly educated low-wage workers. Inexpensive labor, is no longer enough to ensure market advantage to developing countries. #RandolphHarris 14 of 14

One Who Lasts Last Lasts Best?

It is possible that depictions of violence often glamorize vicious behavior. They offend the Spirit and could possibly make one less able to respond to others in a sensitive, caring way. They also may contradict the Savior’s message of love for one another. The second portion of our interviews with carjackers dealt with the aftermath of carjackings. Here, we are concerned with basic questions: What did they do with the vehicles? What did they do with their money? Given the propensity of many carjackers to target other offenders, how did they mange the threat of retaliation? The majority of our respondents immediately disposed of the vehicle, liquidating it for cash. As Corleone put it, “there’s a possibility they report[ed] the car stolen and while I’m driving around the police [could] pull me over. I ain’t got time to hop out [of the vehicle] and run with no gun. I just want to get the money that I wanted.” Although most of our respondents immediately delivered the vehicle to a chop shop or dismantled it themselves, a fair number of them chose to drive the vehicle around first, showing it off or “flossing” to other neighborhood residents and associates. Despite the possibility that the vehicle’s owner or the police might catch up with them, they chose to floss. INT: “What do you like to do after a carjacking?” Binge: “Well, what I like to do is just like to, see my friends. They don’t give a damn either, I just go pick them up and ride around, smoke a little bit [of] weed, and get some gals, and to partying or something like that you know. I know it’s taking a chance but, you know like I say, they don’t give a damn. #RandolphHarris 1 of 21

INT: “Is that what you did with the car that you took off the guy at the Lightrail?” Binge: “Yeah. I was just riding around listening to the music, picked up a couple of friend of mine. We rode around. I told them it was a stolen car. It was a nice little car too. Black with a hard top. Oh yeah, oh yeah—[it had] nice sounds. I was chilling man, I was chilling, you know? I was driving along with the music playing up loud. Ha ha. You know I wasn’t even worried. I was just feeling good. ‘Cause I’m not used to driving along with music playing up loud. Ha ha. You know I wasn’t even worried. I was just feeling good. ‘Cause I’m not used to driving that much you know ‘cause I don’t have a car you know. That’s why when I do a carjacking I just play it off to the tee, run all the gas off, keep the sounds up as loud as I can, keep the heat on, you know just abuse the car you know. That’s all about carjacking like that.” C-Low described his desire to floss as having to do with the ability to gain status in his neighborhood. C-Low: “Put it this way, you got people you know that’s driving around. We just wanna know how it feels. We’re young and we ain’t doing sh*t else. So they [people from the neighbourhood] see you driving the car, they gonna say, “Hey, there’s C-Low!” and such and such. That makes us feel good ‘cause we’re riding, and then when we’re done riding we wreck the car or give it to somebody else and let him ride. We took the car and drove around the hood, flossing everything. And then we wrecked it on purpose We ran it into a ditch. I don’t know, we were f*cked up high, we were high man, just wild! Wrecked the thing.” #RandolphHarris 2 of 21

However, for offenders like these, the prospect of getting caught and losing profits eventually began to outweigh the benefits of showing off. INT: “So how long did you drive around in the [Chevrolet] Suburban before you stripped it?” LOCO: “Oh, we was rolling that. We drove for a good thirty minutes, then I said that I want[ed] to get up out of it because they might report it stolen. We was [still driving] right there [near] the scene [of the crime] and they [the police] would probably tried to flag me [pull me over]. And if they tried to flag me, I would [have to] have taken them through a high-speed chase. F*ck that.” Sleezee-E informed us (as did other respondents) that disposing of the vehicle quickly was the key to getting away with a carjacking. Indeed, almost all respondents were aware of the police department’s “hot sheet” for stolen vehicles (although their estimations of how long it took for a vehicle to show up on the hot-sheet varied greatly, from as soon as the vehicle was reported stolen to 24 hours or even longer afterwards). Sleezee-E: [People think that] the cops will wait 24 hours just to see what you are going to do with the car. Because some idiots, when they jack a car, they just drive it around and then they leave it someplace. I don’t do that. That’s how you get caught. Driving it around. You take that car right to the chop shop and let them cut that sucker up.” Once the vehicle was stripped, most carjackers disposed of the vehicle by destroying it somehow. #RandolphHarris 3 of 21

Littlerag: “’Cause it was hot man! It was too hot. All I [wanted] was to take the rims, take the beats, the equalizer, the detachable face. Got all that off, then I just pour gas on it and burnt that mother*cker up. I had finger prints [on it]. I didn’t have no gloves on. I had my own hands on the steering wheel. I left my fingerprints.” Nicole and a boyfriend chose a less conventional method of getting rid of their stolen vehicle. Nicole: We got rid of the car first. We drove the car two blocks and went back down a ways to the park. We drove the car up there, we parked right there and sat for about ten minutes, made sure how many cars come down this street before we can push it over there. It’s a pond, like it’s a lake out there with ducks and geeses in it.” While a few respondents reported that they used the proceeds from carjacking to pay for necessities or bills, the overwhelming majority indicated that they blew their cash indiscriminately on drugs, women, and gambling. We had interviewed Tone on a number of previous occasions for his involvement in strong-arm drug robbery. Although robbery was his preferred crime, he engaged in carjacking occasionally (about once every two months) when easy opportunities presented themselves. During his most recent offense, he and three of his associates took a Cadillac from a neighborhood drug dealer and made $6000. When we asked what he did with his portion, he indicated that he, “…spent that sh*t in like, two days.” #RandolphHarris 4 of 21

INT: “You can go through $1500 in two days?” Tone: “Sh*t, it probably wasn’t even two days, it probably was a day, sh*t.” INT: “What did you spend fifteen hundred on?” Tone: “It ain’t shit that you really want. Just got the money to blow so f*ck it, blow it. Whatever, it don’t even matter. Whatever you see you get, f*ck it. Spend that shit. It wasn’t yours from the getty-up, you know what I’m saying? You didn’t have it from the jump so…Can’t act like you careful with it, it wasn’t yours to care for. Easy come, easy go. The easy it came, it go even easier. F*ck that, f*ck all that. I ain’t trying to think about keeping nothing. You can get it again. INT: “So what does money mean to you? Tone: “What money mean? Sh*t, money just some sh*t everybody need, that’s all. I mean, it ain’t jack sh*t.” INT: “Ok, so it’s not really important to you? Tone: “F*ck no. Cause I told you, easy come, easy go.” Mo had taken a Mercedes-Benz from two men residing in another neighborhood. He had planned the offense over the course of a month and finally, posing as a street window cleaner, carjacked them as they exited a local restaurant. The vehicle’s after-market items netted $5000 in cash. INT: “I’m just kind of curious how you sped like $5,000!” MO: “Just get high, get high. I just blow money. Money is not something that is going to achieve for nobody, you know what I’m saying? So everyday, there’s not a promise that there’ll be another [day] so I just spend it, you know what I’m saying? It ain’t mine, you know what I’m saying, I just got it, it’s just in my possession. This is mine now, so I’m gonna do what I’ve got to do. It’s a lot of fun. At a job you’ve got to work a lot for it, you know what I’m saying? You got to punch the clock, do what somebody else tells you. I ain’t got time for that. Oh yeah, there ain’t nothing like gettin’ high on $5000!” #RandolphHarris 5 of 21

Binge and others confirmed that the proceeds from their illegal activities went to support this form of conspicuous consumption. Binge: “I just blowed it man. With the money me and my girlfriend went and did a bit of shopping, stuff for Christmas. But, the money I got from his wallet? I just blowed that, drinking and smoking marijuana.” For Corleone, the motivation to carjack was directly related to his desire to manage the impressions of others in his social milieu. His remarks served as a poignant comment on sociocultural and peer pressures experienced by many inner city youths. The purpose of carjacking was to obtain the money he needed to purchase clothing and items that would improve his stature in the neighborhood. Corlone: “[$1500 is] a lot. [I bought] shoes, shoes, everything you need. Guys be styling around our neighborhood. The brand you wear, shoes cost $150 in my size. Air Jordans, everybody want those. Everybody have them. I see everybody wearing those in the neighborhood. I mean come on, let’s go get a car. I’m getting those, too.” INT: “How man pairs of sneakers have you got?” Corleone: “Millions. I got, I got, I got a lot of shoes. Clothes, gotta get jackers. INT: “Well, why do you have to look good, what’s so big about looking good?” Corleone: “You can’t. Not nowadays, not where I’m from. You try to walk up to a girl, boy, you got on some raggedy tore up, cut up shoes they’re gonna spit on you or something. Look at you like you crazy. Let’s say you walking with me. I got on creased up pants, nice shoes, nice shirt and you looking like a bum. Got on old jeans. And that dude, that dude, he clean as a mother*cker and you look like a bum.” #RandolphHarris 6 of 21

INT: “So you’re competing with each other, too?” Corleone: “Something like that. Something like a popularity contest.” INT: “Well, you know, you can look nice and clean and not have to spend $150 bucks on shoes, you know.” Corleone: “It’s just this thing. You aint’ going [to] understand, you don’t come from the projects.” In the extraordinary onslaught of the deceiver which will come upon the whole of Christendom at the close of the age, through his army of deceiving spirits, there are some, more than others, who will for a particular reason be attacked by the powers of darkness. These individuals need clear light as to his deceptive workings, so that they may pass through the trial of the “last hour” and be counted worthy to escape that hour of greater trial which is coming upon the Earth (Luke 21.34-36; Rev. 3.10). These are the ones who are recklessly ready to follow the Lord at any cost, and yet do not realize their unpreparedness for the contest with the spiritual powers of the unseen World as they press on into fuller spiritual things. They are believers who are full of mental conceptions wrought into them in earlier years—views and opinions which hinger the Spirit of God from preparing them for all they will meet as they press on to their coveted goal, and which also hinder others from giving them from the Scriptures much that they need to know regarding the spiritual World into which they are so blindly advancing. These sentiments lull them into a false security, and give ground for, and even help bring about, that very deception which enables the deceiver to find them as easy prey. #RandolphHarris 7 of 21

Being spiritual prey can make one feel that family companionship and activities can be a little nerve-racking, and they may want to get away from the constant harping. Some may even think other groups look appealing, until they join them and find out they have nothing in common. While these individuals sit alone, they may feel isolated, yet content. After being involved in an accident and being in a hospital, one may feel aloneness and emptiness. They may not be terrified because one understands why things are done; but one still feels the pain, and no one is able to share it with the individual. It is a very personal experience. Many people are connected with their childhood because they still live in a World of fantasy. Anytime during the day or night when one is not actively thinking or doing something specific, one may have dreams of something they like or admire. Sometimes these fantasies have something to do with the lack of “participant” love that one has felt all of one’s life. They know they are loved by their families, but I think that want non-familial relationships. Yes let there be loneliness, for where there is loneliness, there also is love, and where there is suffering, there also is joy. If faith strike a chord so deep in human nature, the question can be posed: Is faith universal? There are two forms of faith: the formal and the material. The formal definition of faith is valid for every kind of faith in all religions and cultures. Faith, formally or generally defined, is the state of being grasped by that toward which self-transcendence aspires, the ultimate in being and meaning. #RandolphHarris 8 of 21

This formal or universal definition of faith is particularized in the material definition of faith which is the Christian faith, the state of being grasped by the New Being as it is manifest in Jesus as the Christ. Whatever is said of formal faith applies to material faith, although the reverse is not true, because material faith contributes a specification not found in formal faith. It suffices for the present to say that we reconcile the two definitions by holding that Christianity, as the particular (material) definition of faith, expresses the fulfilment toward which all forms of faith are driven. The note of universality enters through the formal definition of faith, for in this formal sense of faith as ultimate concern, every human being has faith. Every human spirit drives toward the unconditional in the direction of self-transcendence. One who is not able to perceive something ultimate, something infinitely significant, is not a man Faith is a universal human potentiality because the human heart is aware that it is ordered to the infinite, but is not yet in possession of it. The seeds of faith are sown in the restlessness of man’s spirit, his striving to transcend the stream of transitory, preliminary concerns in which one is submerged. Thus, the state of being ultimately concerned is a state which is universally human, whatever the content of the concern may be. Of course, the content of ultimate concern can be demonically distorted so that faith becomes idolatrous faith, but it remains faith despite this ambiguity. Our ultimate concern can destroy us as it can heal us, but we never can be without it. #RandolphHarris 9 of 21

Faith in Capitalism is also important to some people. However, things that work well for Western companies to be able to survive in the global market, pose big problems for Western economies as a whole, narrowing their domestic manufacturing base and worsening the employment environment. No easy solutions are in sight. However, these problems can and should be tackled more actively at the national policy level. What can be done? To begin with, the West has to accept that trying to keep its ailing industries afloat by pressing China to appreciate the yuan will not provide a genuine solution. (Though it does not mean that the West should not press China to appreciate yuan—it should, but for a different reason; we will come back to this point later on.) Protectionist measures like punitive import tariffs are an even worse option. Doing effectively nothing to protect industries, they create risks of trade wars, harm consumers, and send the wrong signals to domestic producers: wrong because today it is basically more efficient to produce mass products in China than in the West. Two closely interrelated strategies are vital to address the challenges posed by China’s export offensive. First, Western governments have to do more to encourage differentiation and upgrading of products by domestic factories (in other words, to help them shift from segments one and two to segments three and four) in order to expand the cohort of domestic manufacturers, especially SME, with high non-price competitiveness. The task of primary importance is to promote exports of such upgraded and differentiated products, especially to China and other emerging countries. #RandolphHarris 10 of 21

If an active export promotion policy is not in place, market constraints can critically weaken companies’ motivation to differentiate and upgrade and, as a result, erode the technological base the West has already created, threatening its command over core manufacturing technologies. Here is a quote from a conference address by Haruhisa Gai, the president of Tsubamex, a well-known Japanese manufacturer of mold models and the first company in the industry that introduced a three dimensional CAD-CAM system to speed up product development and raise its quality. The topic under discussion was globalization and challenges from Chinese and other companies from the emerging World. Mr. Gai said: “Costs aside, today there are only two countries in the World that can make any kind of a prototype: Japan and America. Even Germany cannot produce certain customized models. The levels of Japan’s manufacturing technologies is very high, but these says there is no work—and makers do not introduce new machines. If there are no new machines, no new technologies will be born. It is a very big problem…One of our major headaches is that even if we get orders it is uncertain whether we will get the payment in due course—especially from overseas. It is very difficult to collect the money we have to be paid. It would be nice if this can be done by the state…We count a lot on our link with overseas, but there are a lot of obstacles.” The fragment quoted brilliantly articulates the problem and expresses concerns existing in Japan’s business community. #RandolphHarris 11 of 21

To address the Chinese challenge, Western governments have to orchestrate a large-scale export counteroffensive on the Chinese market. In broader terms, they have to come out with a wide-range export promotion policy, centered on those domestic small and medium-size producers that are really capable of differentiating their products and climbing up the value chain. The promotion package can include far more active assistance in market research and sales promotion, in the establishment of overseas distribution industry people. Stage advertising campaigns. Do not be shy about allocating sufficient budget funds for these purposes. And, of course, do all you can to make China reduce its tariff and nontariff import barriers. Much more can be done at the local administration level. Establish and expand direct province-to-province and city-to-city relations. (How many America and European cities have sister relations with Chinese cities? Not too many, really.) Organize various public events, and let the Chinese audiences know how good and attractive the products from your homeland are. They will be interested, without any doubt. Establish trade representative offices—and not only in Beijing and Shanghai, but also in other Chinese cities, effectively acting as export agent for your homeland’s producers and their associations. #RandolphHarris 12 of 21

Studying the feasibility of the U.S.A.-China and the EU-China free trade agreements would be a great idea. Can American and European leaders show enough vigor and courage to come out with such strategic initiatives? (Japan and South Korea are already working with China on a trilateral FTA, and the process seems to be gaining momentum.) It may not be as simple as endless debates about currency manipulators, but it is worthy trying. The range of options is wide. Without drastic steps of this kind, the West’s deficits in its trade with China will continue to increase, and more and more Western manufacturers will have to being down the curtain. The new system for making wealth consists of an expanding global network of markets, banks, production centers, and laboratories in instant communication with one another, constantly exchanging huge—and ever-increasing—flows of data, information, and knowledge. This is the “fast” economy of tomorrow. It is this accelerative, dynamic new wealth-machine that is the source of economic advance. As such, it is the source of great power as well. To be de-coupled from it is to be excluded from the future. Yet that is the fate facing many of today’s “LCDs,” or “less developed countries.” As the World’s main system for producing wealth revs up, countries that wish to sell will have to operate at the pace of those in a position to buy. This means that slow economies will have to speed up their neural responses, lose contracts and investments, or drop out of the race entirely. #RandolphHarris 13 of 21

The earliest signs of this are already detectable. The United States of America in 1980s spent $125 billion a year on clothing. Half of that came from inexpensive-labor factories dotted around the World from Haiti to Hong Kong. Tomorrow much of this work will return to the United States of America. The reason is speed. Of course, shifting taxes, tariffs, currency ratios, and other factors still influence businesses when overseas investment or purchasing decisions are made. However, far more fundamental in the long run are changes in the structure of cost. These changes, part of the transition to the new wealth-creation system, are already sending runaway factories and contracts home again to the United States of America, Japan, and Europe. The Tandy Corporation, a major manufacturer and retailer of electronic products, not long ago brought its Tandy Color Computer production back from South Korea to Texas. While the Asian plant was automated, the Texas plant operated on an “absolutely continuous” flow basis and had more sophisticated test equipment. In Virginia, Tandy set up a no-human-hands automated plant to turn out five thousand speaker enclosures a day. These supply Japanese manufacturers, who previously had them made with low-cost labor in the Caribbean. The computer industry is, of course, extremely fast-paced. However, even in a slower industry, the Arrow Company, one of the biggest U.S.A. shirtmakers, transferred 20 percent of it dress-shirt production back to the United States of America after fifteen years of off-shore sourcing. #RandolphHarris 14 of 21

Frederick Atkins Inc., a buyer for U.S.A. department stores, has increased domestic purchases from 5 percent to 40 percent in three year. These shifts can be traced, at least in part, to the rising importance of time in economies. The new technology is giving domestic apparel makers an important advantage over their Asian competitors. Because of fickle fashion trends and the practice of changing styles as often as six times a year, retailers want to be able to keep inventories low. This calls for quick response from apparel makers that can offer fast turnaround on smaller lots in all styles, sizes and colors. Asian suppliers, half a World away, typically require order three months in advance. By contrast, Italy’s Benetton Group delivers midseason reorders within two to three weeks. Because of its electronic network, Haggar Apparel in Dallas is now able to restock its 2,500 customers with slacks every three days, instead of the seven weeks it once needed. Compare this with the situation facing manufacturers in China who happened to need steel. In 1988, China suffered the worst steel shortages in memory. Yet with fabricators crying out for supplies, 40 percent of the country’s total annul output remained padlocked in the warehouses of the Storage and Transportation General Corporation (STGC). Why? Because this enterprise—incredible as it may seem to the citizens of fast economies—makes deliveries only twice a year. #RandolphHarris 15 of 21

The fact that steel prices were skyrocketing, that the shortages were creating a black market, that fraud was widespread, and that companies needing the steel faced crisis meant nothing to the managers of STGC. The organization was simply not geared to making more frequent deliveries. While this is no doubt an extreme example, it is not isolated. A “great wall” separates the fast from the slow, and that wall is rising higher with each passing day. It is this cultural and technological great wall that explains, in part, the high rate of failures in joint projects between fast and slow countries. Many deals collapse when a slow-country supplier fails to meet promised deadlines. The different pace of economic life in the two Worlds make for cross-cultural static. Officials in the slow country typically do not appreciate how important time is to the partner from the fast country—or why it matters so much. Demands for speed seem unreasonable, arrogant. Yet for the fast-country partner, nothing is more important. Delivery delayed is almost as bad as delivery denied. The increasing cost of unreliability, of endless negotiation, of inadequate tracking and monitoring, and of late responses to the demands for up-to-instant information further diminish the competitive edge of low-wage muscle work in the slow economies. So do expenses arising from delays, lags, irregularities, bureaucratic stalling, and slow decision-making—not to mention the corrupt payments often required to speed things up. #RandolphHarris 16 of 21

In the advanced economies the speed of decision is becoming a critical consideration. Some executives refer to the inventory of “decisions in process,” or “DIP,” as an important cost, similar to “work in progress.” They are trying to replace sequential decision-making with “parallel processing,” which breaks with bureaucracy. They speak of “speed to market,” “quick response,” fast cycle time,” and “time-based competition.” The increase precision of timing required by systems like “just-in-time delivery” mean that the seller must meet far more rigid and restrictive schedule requirements than before, so that it is easier than every to slip up. In turn, as buyers demand more frequent and timely deliveries from overseas, the slow-country suppliers are compelled to maintain larger inventories or buffer stocks at their own expense—with the risk that the stored parts will rapidly become obsolete or unsalable. The new economic imperative is clear: Overseas suppliers from developing countries will either advance their own technologies to meet the World speed standards, or they will be brutally cut off from their markets—casualties of the acceleration effect. Manager generally take a rosy view of time: markets expand, better technologies become available, information improves. However, where there is growth, there is also decay. More than 10 percent of the United States of Americas’ manufacturing output was accounted for by industries whose real output had shrunk during the 1970s. #RandolphHarris 17 of 21

These declining industries range from core manufacturing such as steel, tire, and rubber to fibers and chemicals, to aby foods and vacuum tubes. The reasons for the decline are varied, ranging from technological progress (transistors over vacuum tubes) to improved foreign competition (steel) to regulation (chemicals) to changing demographics (baby foods). In these declining industries, someone must reduce capacity in order for the industry to remain profitable. Each firm would like its competitors to shoulder the reduction; that way they can capture the remaining market by themselves This case examines the questions of whether survivability is related to size. In declining markets, do Davids cut Goliaths down to size or do they get stepped on? David is a small producer. He manufactures one slingshot per quarter. Goliath is twice David’s size. He produces two slingshots per quarter. The two competitors have no flexibility in choosing output. If they are in, they are in; once they stop, they cannot come back. Their battle has some of the same characteristics as Time versus Newsweek. Each quarter they decide whether to produce or to exit, without knowing their competitor’s coeval choice. However, then they find out last period’s move and get to repeat the battle next quarter (provided neither exited). Starting in the first quarter of 1988, if David is a monopolist, he can expect to make $3 on his one slingshot. #RandolphHarris 18 of 21

If David exists and leaves Goliath as a monopolist, Goliath gets a lower unit price since his output is bigger; in the case, he gets $2 per slingshot. (Of course, $2 on two slingshots is better than $3 on David’s one.) If both David and Goliath produce, they are said to be duopolists. In that cause they saturate the market, and the prince (net of cost) falls to 50 cents. The declining market is evident from the price chart. The first column shows the price net of cost if David captures the market for himself. The second column details the price net of cost if Goliath is a monopolist. The third column details the price net of cost if both firms continue to produce in a duopoly. In each quarter after January 1988, the price falls by 25 cents for any output level brough to market. As can be seen from the cart, the pressure to exist begins in the third quarter of 1988, when the duopolists first lost money. By January 1990, Goliath is no longer profitable even as a monopolist. A year later, even David can no longer expect to make any money. Over the twelve quarters from 1988 to 1991 the slingshot industry will become extinct. But when do the firms exit? Who gives up first? When do they exit? This problem can be solved using the technique of sequentially eliminating dominated strategies. To get you started, note that staying past January 1990 is a dominated strategy for Goliath, as he forevermore loses money, irrespective of whether David stays or exists. #RandolphHarris 19 of 21

Now work backward and ask what you would do if you were David and it was the third quarter of 1989 and Goliath was still producing. (In calculating the value of the worst-case scenario, you can simplify the mathematics by assuming a zero interest rate; profits (losses) tomorrow and today are equally valuable.) In this problem, it does not matter how much money you make, just how long you can make it. The firm that can hang on the longest can force out its more profitable rival as soon as duploy profits begin to turn negative. As suggested in the hint, if David can hold on until the third quarter of 1989 he is home free. From then on, the worst possibility is that Goliath stays in the market through the fourth quarter of 1989. This will cost David $2.25in duoploly losses. However, when 1990 comes, Goliath must exit, since he suffers losses either as a duopolist or as a monopolists. Thus, David can count on making $2.50 in monopoly profits during the 1990s, which is enough to tide him over any possible losses during the final two quarters of 1989. Now, the power of backward reasoning picks up steam. Given that David is committed to staying upon reaching July 1989 (exiting is a dominated strategy), Goliath can expect to earn only losses from July 1989 onward. Thus, he will exit immediately if he ever finds himself as a duopolist on that date. That means that David can expect to make the $2.50 as a monopolist in 1990 and $2.75 as a monopolist in the final two quarters of 1989. This windfall of $5.25 more covers the maximum duopoly losses up until that date ($1.50), and therefore David should never exit before January 1991. Given that David is committed to staying, Goliath should leave as soon as duopoly profits turn negative, July 1988. Note that Goliath cannot make the same commitment to stay in the market for the same length of time. #RandolphHarris 20 of 21

That commitment breaks down first in January 1990, and then the guarantee exist by January 1990 translates into a forced exit by July 1989. The slippery slope for Goliath brings him back to October 1988, the first instance when the market is not big enough for the two of them. This simple story of fighting for a market share in declining industries may help explain the observation that large firms are often first to exit. Charles Baden Fuller, an expert in the decline of British markets, reports that when the demand for U.K. steel casing fell by 42 percent over the period of 1975—1981, executives of the two largest firms, F. H. Lloyd and the Weir Group, “felt that they had borne the brunt of the costs of rationalization; they accounted for 41 percent of the industry output in 1975, but for 63 percent of the capacity that was withdrawn over the 1975-1981 period, reducing their combined market share to 24 percent. Remember that size is not always an advantage: in judo and here in exit strategies, the trick is to use your rival’s bigger size and consequently inflexibility against him or her. This strategy can be applied to China. A big battle for the Chinese market is starting. In 2009, China became not only the World’s top exporter, but also the second-largest importer. It is the number one market for an increasing amount of both capital and consumer goods. For instance, its share of the World market optical fibers has been the largest producers in the World with a 62 percent share of the global total in 2022. According to the study, shipments from machine tool plant in China accounted for a whopping 30 percent of the $92.7 billion total produced by 28 countries around the globe, and China manufactures 36 percent of the World’s electronics. In addition, with nearly one-fifth of the World’s population, China is the second-largest final consumption market—after the U.S.A.—for electronic devices embedded with semiconductors. It is the largest market for cars and brand fashion goods and is about to become the number one for luxury goods. The list can be continued. Yet, the competition for tapping this market is becoming increasingly fierce, and more often than not Western companies appear to be not on the winning side. #RandolphHarris 21 of 21


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The Fear Was Terrible

In was December. The air was ripe with the promise of the new year. The estate was full of life and sound. After the years of supernatural violence and denunciation, it seemed the demons had set their sights elsewhere and, for a while, we were at peace. There were, of course, the usual shadows lurking about. As we walked about the gardens, a boy came running out of the orchards. He was in a state of shock, swallowing his words and talking too fast for me us to hear what he was saying. Ms. Daisy managed to calm him and, with great patience, coax out of the terrified child that there had been massacres. That villages lower down the road had been put to the torch. If old men, women, cut down where they stood. Children, too. I turned cold. “Oh, dear Heavens.” We had no ways of knowing if the report was true. True or false, his testimony would spread panic and alarm. Far better to wait until to verify the stories and then decide what action to take. When I arrived at dinner, everyone was in good spirits. Living as we did, to come together to celebrate, with food enough for everyone and in the warmth, my heart wept at the knowledge that in a matter of hours, all this might be lost. So I sat, knowing what I knew and yet having to conceal it. And all the time, I was watching the door, waiting for my niece, Ms. Daisy. Later I learned she had questioned the boy further and was satisfied that she was telling the truth without embellishment. I instructed the servants to be on alert. My head was spinning with so much information. #RandolphHarris 1 of 7

I instituted a search of the house. I sighed as I sat down in my chair. It was a grueling day. It was the middle of winter and the wind howled down the chimneys. Shuddering, I pulled my chair a bit closer to the fireplace. Listening to the domestic sounds from the kitchen made me smile. I was home and warm for the night. Tomorrow’s problems were not yet to be faced, and the warmth of the fire slowly lulled me to sleep. The sound of knocking at my front door startled me awake. The sounds seemed a bit faint, but they were persistent. I hurried to the door, wondering who could be out on such a bitter evening and what emergency would I find on the other side. I flung open the door and at first thought that no one was there, but then I was shocked to see a thin little girl no more than nine or ten years old, standing just before me. She was woefully underdressed for the blustery night. She wore thin shoes, a tattered dress, and a blue shawl that she had pulled tightly around her tiny shoulders. I wondered how the child stayed upright against the wind that buffeted her. The little girl did not wait for me to speak. “Mrs. Winchester, you must come, my mother’s sick bad and she won’t make it through the night without your help. Hurry!” Something about the wispy child and the intensity of her pleas moved me to action. “Some in my child, come in at once,” I said and shut the door. I quickly gathered my coat and scarf, pulled on my gloves and hat, and grabbed up my bag. #RandolphHarris 2 of 7

We moved swiftly to one of the Victorian cottages on my estate. She ushered me into her home. Her mother was one of the housemaids. She was normally a sassy lass, but now she was reduced to a skinny rack of bones. Her body was woefully undernourished and she was indeed extremely ill. Upon closer examination, she was gravely ill. Indeed, the lass would not last through the night without quick intervention—she was suffering from pneumonia. As I tended the fire, I talked to the woman. I told her that she would be all right and that and that my servants were coming with medicine. I also spoke to her about the brave little girl who had come to fetch me. I inquired as to the child’s whereabouts. The ill woman looked at me with honor. “My daughter died a month ago. Her shoes and shawl are there in the little cupboard.” The woman broke off with a sob. I felt compelled to look in the close. Inside hung the little blue shawl that I seen the little girl clutching earlier. Her shoes lay on the shelf. I reached out to feel them and they were dry. It would have been impossible for those articles to have been worn that same night. I tended to the woman for a bit longer. As soon as the servants arrived, I ordered the cottage searched for the child I had seen. No child was found. I was amazed at the power of human love and the lost child who reached beyond the grave to save her mother from death. #RandolphHarris 3 of 7

I returned home. The evening was nearly over, when I noticed a dark shadow to my left. However, when I focused my eyes directly on the spot, I could see nothing. I decided that perhaps my eyes were undoubtedly becoming tired. It was, after all, nearly midnight. A few moments later, I saw the shadow again. This time it crossed directly in front of me, moving toward the sofa. However, once again, when I focused directly on the thing, I saw nothing but the shadows of the dark room. I shrugged, distracted from the heading to bed. “Are you a ghost?” I asked, speaking toward the area in front of the sofa where I had last seen the shadow. There was no response. I went upstairs to bed. By the morning I had forgotten the entire episode with the mysterious shadow. Several moments later, a peculiar sound caused me to raise from my slumber, and I was surprised to see the shadow again. It crossed in from of my bed, then sat on an arm chair. Sometime between two and four in the morning I was awakened by the sound of artillery firing from the fields. It sounded like cannons firing one-at-a-time. I could hear there reloading between the shots. The fire lasted about ten minutes, then faded out, back into some mysterious fold of Time. Frightened, I did not look outside. I work my niece Ms. Daisy in the middle of the night to ask if she heard it. Unfortunately, she had been sound asleep and did not. However, I did not believe the sounds were figments of my imagination. #RandolphHarris 4 of 7

My mansion served as the venue for a most remarkable connection between the dead and the living which seems to spanned the ages. I tried to sleep, but there was another odd noise that echoed across the fields of my estate. Faint at first, the sound was soon recognizable: drumbeats. I finally fell asleep, never understanding the source of the sound. Once again, I was awakened by bone chilling cold, so cold it sent me running from my room. There was an icy apprehension as I ran forward, as if I was running for my life. I came to a new pathway in my mansion and entered it. I felt the sharp coldness of the air, but I knew I had to keep going. The fear was terrible. As I came around a curve, blood ran through the corridor like water. A strange haze formed. The haze was a visage of a young man with brown hair and a moustache, sideburn in front of his left war, with his eyes gazing to the right. Then a woman walked through the streams of blood, she was moving at a fast walk. She had blonde hair and seemed in a hurry. As I moved down the pathway, she vanished, but there, hanging on the wall, was a shriveled, mummified, human arm. The hand was a contorted claw. I was also astonished to see, floating before my eyes, a white, glowing, disembodied arm pull back and vanish into darkness of the room. The pathway severed never-ending abyss of darkness and horrors than any human being could imagine. A strong hand grabbed me by the shoulder and shook me so violently that I passed out. #RandolphHarris 5 of 7

I forced my eyes open once more, and I saw a pair of wooden clogs. I was lying on the fell, which was covered in blood. I struggled to push myself into a sitting position, dragging my legs round from under me, then tried to stand. “Let me help you,” an apparition said. The ghost’s strong hand was under my elbow, guiding me back to a parlor on the second floor. “Here.” I slumped down and leaned forward, elbows on my knees, waiting for the spinning to stop. I looked around the room. Clearly, it was morning. Everything was bathed in a flat, white light. The fire had burned out, leaving a pyramid of soft, gray ash in the grate. “We were concerned when you did not come down to breakfast, Mrs. Winchester. Why are you covered in blood? Have you been injured,” the butler demanded. “No. I slipped and fell in a puddle of blood in the new pathway recently built,” I said. “But Mrs. Winchester, the entire estate is as clean as we left in yester evening.” I frowned, trying to get the sequence of events clear in my mind. I had taken a bath, come back to the room, and enjoyed a cup of tea. Then I heard a cat in the room. As I looked around the room, there was nothing there. Within a short while, the tea cups started dancing about the table. Extended across the table, just inches from me and draped with what looked like some lacy fabric, was a woman’s arm, from the elbow down, the pale fingers eerily entwined in the tea cups. I screamed. The butler came running and saw the phantom limb. “What is it, devil is it Mrs. Winchester?” “There are forces in this house. Such power does not come from the devil. Do you see those books around you? They are full of stories of such persons, called in one place sorcerer, and in another witch, but what has the devil to do with such things? If you have such powers, what can and can they not do?” #RandolphHarris 6 of 7

The butler’s eyes grew large but his face was hard. His hands tightened on the arms of the chair and he cocked his head to the left as he looked the room up and down. I saw the look of fear coming to his face. The housemaid whispered: “She is reading our thoughts, Morgan, she can hide her own thoughts from us.” “Morgan,” Mrs. Winchester said, “what you have witnessed is terrible. I can see spirits. I have powers.” Morgan’s face was transformed from cold suspicion to sudden contempt. “Ah, witch!” he cried. “Why did you not tell me? Your house is full of witches! You are an order of Satan. This house is expanding so quickly because you have the power to stop time.” And then as tears poured down his face, I sobbed. He wrapped his arms around me. “We are all damned,” he said, “and you hide here in this mansion where they can’t burn you! Oh, clever, clever witch in the devil’s house!” “Wicked am I? A witch am I? Stopper of time? I will not have you speak to me in that manner!” Mrs. Winchester moved into the very center of the room and looking up and out the window, it seemed to the blue sky, she cried: “Come now Caim and you 30 Legions of Spirits Infernal! I entreat thee to favor me in the adjuration which I address to thy might minister LUCIFUGE ROFOCALE! Come hither to speak with me.” And at once a great dark shadow appeared in the window, as if the spirit upon whom she had called condensed himself to become small and strong within the room. “Damn you into hell, witch. I shall not be your warlock,” Morgan cried, and as the books began to fall around he, he feld the mansion, and the door slammed front doors shut after him and no one could pry it open ever again, try as they might. #RandolphHarris 7 of 7


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And Finally the Spirits Drew Blood

Life-changing, miraculous, beautiful—it has been the scene of serious studies by aspiring intellectuals, of raucous parties filled to the brim with youthful enthusiasm. It was also been the dwelling place of Death. There was a persistent malevolent visitor within the walls of the house, who had an agenda of pursuit and manipulation for evil all of his own. By the time they reached my estate, Hendrick had a fairly good understanding of what the Winchester Mansion was, and he had assured Mr. Hansen that he would keep confidential forever what he was about to read in the files. Henrick loved the idea of the Winchester Mansion, the flashing, sparkling panorama of Santa Clara Valley. However, he grew coldly and unexpectedly calm as he puzzled over the catacombs, and reviewed in his mind all the popular myths he had heard about the apparitions, and this brief interlude of excitement began to fade. “Mrs. Winchester, I have to go on leave,” Hendrick explained. “It’s unavoidable.” How calm his voice sounded as all the color drained out of his face. I insisted that we go at once to a small screened porch off the back of the second story, and there, overlooking a formal garden with miles of green grass and fountains, we could sit down to eat. However, Hendrick insisted that he had to leave at once. Mr. Hansen showed him to the door. The atmosphere began to change. I felt a whisper of fresh air on my face. The floor suddenly veered precipitously upward. Tiny drops of blood began to fall from the ceiling. Rappings shook the walls. Then a large butcher knife appeared and menacingly headed in our direction. When ran into the morning room, and all the chairs therein fell over and danced about noisily. “The spirits are angry,” said Mr. Hansen. #RandolphHarris 1 of 6

I felt light-headed, intoxicated by the danger. There were noises, a myriad of them and terror-filled cries of the wounded and dying echoing long and pitifully into the night; disembodied rumblings from artillery, and even more mysterious, unidentifiable rustling in the darkness just behind my shoulder. Several knives and a large glass paperweight were thrown at us by invisible intruders, narrowly missing our heads. “Do angels really lack knowledge of the heart?” I asked Mr. Hansen as I wept. There was the dark melee, horrifying screams in the night. Night was always a time of icy fear and apprehension. It must stem from our most primal subconscious. It can bring sudden death. And sleep, if it should come, steals consciousness, our last warning system and makes us more vulnerable to Earthly creatures who would do us harm. Or to other entities not of this Earth with perhaps the same ambition. Perhaps sleep was the main portal through which ghosts came into our lives. I felt Mr. Hansen’s brown eyes sweep across my face. He shook his head. There was something about the translucent moon that gave me the impression he was made of air or water, rather than blood and bone. I looked at him more closely, scared that he might have slipped away. But he was still there. “I feared you had…” “Not yet,” Mr. Hansen said, reading my mind. Around and around the room an unexplainable jingling went, pausing first in one corner, then at another wall, until the sound was right next to us. Then it became a plopping sound like water dripping. We were being troubled by entities that seemed set upon us by a curse of black magic. Suddenly, a hooded figure appeared and was moving about the house. It appeared to be the image of a man with thinning white hair on the sides, and bald at the top. #RandolphHarris 2 of 6

There were secret passageways in the mansion, hidden from view. The tiniest opening in the mahogany walls lead to tunnels, hiding places, a labyrinthine sequence of passageways and caverns. As we entered a secret passageway to escape the ghost, I heard a whole bunch of voices whispering, but I could not understand them. They were all jumbled together. As we walked along the pathway, Mr. Hansen said my name right in my ear, and when I turned to look at him, he was gone. The voice was a demon voice: throaty, hoarse and very mean. It said to me, “Sarah, show yourself to me!” I could not actually pinpoint the exact location the voice had come from. But there was a black, floating swirling mass, about four feet high and three feet wide. It unnerved me so much that I feld the catacombs, and as I came out where the dining room was, something hit the wall with such a force that it knocked down several of the paintings. It looked like there had been an earthquake. And I was about to fall. However, something grabbed the collar of my collar of my shirt, and pulled me back to safety. No apparition could be seen, but the collar of my shirt had been pulled back. It was midnight when I went back to my room in the north wing. I rose early the next morning. Drawing back the curtain, then I saw a dark shadow of a woman entering my home. I could hear the dark figure ascending up their stairs and towards my room. The footsteps and voices got louder. The shadow of the woman appeared in the doorway to the room I was in. It disappeared as quickly as it manifested. I felt a cold wind pass by me, and the curtains closed and billowed as a shadowy figure. #RandolphHarris 3 of 6

I decided to stay in my room until I fell asleep. Not only did I lock the door, but I put a chair against the door as an added safety measure from intruders. Late into the night, I was awakened by the loud rattling of the door and the chair. Frighteningly, the sound came from inside the room and not outside the door. It was as if someone was trying to get outside the room, not in. The room was dimly illuminated by a faint, green-glowing light. On the wall hangs a mirror, into which the light casts its luminescence. In a semi-awakened state, I gazed into the mirror and saw the reflected light begin to take the shape of a woman dressed in a beautiful dress. As I continued to stare at the apparition in the mirror, she was suddenly accompanied by a man dressed as a cavalry man, complete with high cavalry boots. How long I had been sitting in bed, I scarcely know; I had been half meditating, half dozing, mixing broken snatches of thought with brief glimpses of dreaming, when I was startled into wakefulness by a sound that was strange to me. As I opened my eyes, the sun risen. I inspected the chair and found that somehow it had been pulled out, away from the door about an inch. I stood transfixed. When suddenly my entire body flew back, and on to the floor. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Mr. Hansen and Ersula overheard the commotion and burst into the room. “Mrs. Winchester, are you okay, where have you been?!” Ersula demanded as she and Mr. Hansen lifted me off the floor. “You are as pale as a ghost!” he said. “Never mind the sal volatile,” I said at last. “I am not ill; I have been startled, that is all.” Even now, I get the chills thinking about that night. I do believe there was something evil in the house. I have been quite reluctant to tell about the hauntings, for most people just do not want to know the truth about what is out there. #RandolphHarris 4 of 6

The spinning in my head slowed and then finally stopped altogether. As the last chime of the clock struck ten, I came downstair to the reception area. I felt my heart expand with the beauty of the same old World but seen through new eyes. Glancing out the skylight, a white winter sun hung low in the sky and it was bright but cold. A bird was singing. My plans for construction where castles in the air, dreams of sliver days. Places where I could spend countless dusks watching the sun sinking down into the Earth. Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move. A flash of blue, perhaps. I could not tell. A shiver crept down my spine. For a moment, I stood motionless. Everyone looked very dead now, very empty. There was no odor yet, but they were dead. The rigidity of Ersula’s face absorbed me. The body of Hendrick on the floor was dry and wrinkled. Not even murmuring melodies to myself of the songs I most liked to play meant anything to me. In my ears, I heard a din as if the imps of Hell were making a horrid music to drive me out of my mind. I whispered to myself to silence it. Shortly after discovering the bodies, I heard muffled voices and noises on the second floor, followed by a sharp crash. I rushed up stairs to find a large painting in the hallway had been flung violently across the hall into a freshly painted wall. The wall had been damaged by the force of the crash. I was terrified to hear the wails of a baby coming from the wall. Petrified, I remained on the second floor with the terrible cries until carpenters began a search and found me. Nearly incoherent when I was taken to my chamber, I told the carpenters about hearing the baby cry. #RandolphHarris 5 of 6

Emperor Lucifer, Master and Prince of Rebellious Spirits, as the agent of the strong living God, of His beloved Son, and of the Holy Ghost, and by the power of the Great ADONAY, ELOIM, ARIEL, and JEHOVAM, please appear instantly. I command thee to surrender me the nearest treasure, and I promise thee as a reward the first piece of gold or silver which I touch with my hands on the first day of every month. Such is my demand. Thou shalt purge me with hyssop, O Lord! And I shall be clean: Thou shalt wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. I Do invocate and conure thee, O Prince of the Rebellious Spirits; and being with power armed from the SUPREME MAJESTY, I do strongly command thee, by BERALANENSIS, BALDACHIENSIS, PAUMACHIA, and APOLOGIAE SEDES; by the most Powerful Princes, Genii, Liachidae, and Ministers of the Tartarean Abode; and by the Chief Prince of the Seat of Apologia in the Ninth Legion, I do invoke thee, and by invocating conjure thee. And being armed with power from the SUPREME MAJESTY, I do strongly command thee, by Him Who spake and it was done, and unto whom all creatures be obedient. Also I, being made after the image of GOD, endued with power from GOD and created according unto HIS will, do exorcise thee by that most mighty and powerful name of God, EL, strong and wonderful; O thou Emperor Lucifer. And I command thee and Him who spake the Word and His Fiat was accomplished, and by the names of God. Also by the names of AFONAI, EL, ELOHIM, ELOHI, EHYEH, ASHER EHYEH, ZABOTH, ELION, IAH, TETRAGRAMMATON, SHADDAI, LORD GOD MOST HIGH. Come thou peaceably, visibly, and affably, now, and without delay, manifesting that which I shall desire. #RandolphHarris 6 of 6


Something awakens you from a fitful sleep. You roll over in your bed and there, right at the foot of it, is a misty shape resembling a human. However, its features are hazy, unclear. The dress it wears is recognizable, but from an era long past, and it is tattered, as if it had spent too much time hanging in a closet, or lying in the damp mustiness of a coffin. The figure is, at first, an object of curiosity, since you immediately assume you are dreaming. However, its tendril-like arms begin to wave, to move towards you—no, to beckon you—and the face twists into the mockery of a smile. Now you begin to panic as you realize-despite your hoping it is not true—that you are fully awake, that this is no dream and there is no explanation for the horrid sight before you, except that it is real, in all its dead splendor. It is well known that, possessions, apparitions, and other supernatural intrusions have occurred what is now known as The Winchester Mystery House.
Disturbing the Dead is Never a Good Idea

So time passed and did not move at all. Ten years of voices in my head, of memories that were more real, more vivid, than the World outside my window. Ten years of constant construction. All this might suggest that I was very far adrift from reality, that I was incapable of distinguishing true from false. Were there hideous dream coming in the night? Visitations, or more of glowing, late-night specters suddenly visible just outside my bedroom window? Had I really seen blood ooze from behind the walls? It had got quite dark, as if a sudden storm was sweeping up over the sky. Others were near me, but I could not see them. We were standing by the palm trees at the turn of the drive, and as Mr. Hansen came to me, I passed behind the palm trees and, in the darkness, I hurried back to the house. And a queer thing was that as I reached the door the black cloud vanished, and there was the transparent twilight again. In the house everything seemed as usual, and the caretakers were busy about their work; but I could not get it out of my head that a shadow of a cloud had concealed the sun. I paused for breath, and began again. In the hall I stopped at the annunciator to call for help, but unknown forces seemed to answer my call. A mass fog started hovering at the end of the hall, and out of it came a tall thin man with a pocket watch in his vest and black garters on his arms. He was carrying a lantern down the hall toward me. He was extremely pale as if suffering from a high fever. When the phantasm’s eyes met my own, his features appeared quite tranquil and not at all disagreeable, but I could not help being filled with some sort of nameless dread. #RandolphHarris 1 of 7

Suddenly, there came a fierce bombardment of stones against the roof and doors. Fearing an attack by bandits, I ran to grab my revolver, and shouted an alarm. Cautiously looking out into moonlit fields, I saw nothing. No one. Then, as I blinked my unbelieving eyes, the front gate was wrenched from its hinges by an invisible force and tossed high into the air. Venturing out to investigate, my revolver clenched firmly in my hand. A volley of stones was suddenly hurled at me, and I feld back into the mansion. As I slammed and barred the front door behind me, the caretakers shuttered the windows. However, shutters made no difference to the stones. In they came, through glass, through shutters, rolling down the chimney, smashing against the door. Objects in the room began to hurl themselves at me. Candles were blown out. The bars on the doors began to bend under the solid blows of an invisible hammer. A tea cup smashed itself against a wall. Somehow, I managed to survive this night of horror. However, much to my dismay, the stone-throwing spirit had not vanished with the coming dawn and the rooster’s crowing. That day, haystacks in the fields were broken up and the hay tossed into the high branches of trees. As the farmers attempted to go about their farmwork, stones pursued them. This could not be the work of naughty little boys. One of the boys who had been helping put up the hay was struck so hard on the back that he began to cry. This spirit never developed a voice, but was quite proficient at snorting and whistling. It smashed pottery and slammed furniture about the room. #RandolphHarris 2 of 7

One night I was standing on the stairs, talking to a stonemason who told me his tools were being knocked out of his hand while he was working by an invisible demon and others went missing. As we were talking, we both caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure floating down towards us carrying the tools. The farmers has also had sickle blades broken by stones, and several rows of corn had been uprooted. If passion, fear, anger or other emotions must be expended to create a haunting, then it should be no surprise that my mansion was host to its share of ghost. Staff often reported hearing what sounded like heated arguments coming from the Blue Séance Room, and the sweet smell of smoking tobacco, despite no one ever smoked in my home. On December 24, 1896, two men using a key opened the safe in the Grand Ball Room and stole over $1,000,000 in money and bonds were removed from the vault, but the bonds were thrown away and they took what gold and silver they could carry without attracting attention. The sheriff was dumbfounded. However, they soon leaned that two locksmiths, Robert and David Bowles had recently changed the locks, so they were arrested. The two of them lived in the attic of my home. There was not enough evidence to hold the men, so the men were set free. They both contracted yellow fever while in jail, and died a week later. Soon after their deaths, reports began to surface that the staff of the Winchester mansion were being haunted by Robert and David. Loud banging or dragging noises came from the attic and the hallway just outside it. #RandolphHarris 3 of 7

Since the late 1880s, there has been a persistent sight of a young woman, dressed all in white. We believe her name to be Astrid, she was one of my caretakers who fell in love with one of the farmers Baldur. It seems that they used to meet in the greenhouse, and that his family disapproved of her. However, he was certain their love would prevail, and promised he would be with her forever in marriage, eventually. Their meetings continued, her love growing deeper and deeper for him. But even the strength of love has its limits. He finally told her that it would not work out, the problems that they faced were insurmountable, and that he would have to break his promise that they would be together in marriage. They met in the greenhouse one last time. She committed suicide and died in his arms. Now, whenever a promise is broken, there, among the deep green plants, a pale phantasm hovers in the greenhouse. Forever, mourning a broken pledge, forever haunts the Woman in White. Frequently on Easter Sundays, clocks would move about on the mantelpiece in the Hall of Fires and the room would be lit up by a vibrating glow. I had been naturally a fearless child; now I live in a state of chronic fear. Fear of what? I cannot say—and even at the time, I was never able to formulate my terror. It was like some dark undefinable menace, forever stalking my steps, lurking, and threatening; I was conscious of it wherever I went by day, and at night it made sleep impossible, unless a light and caretaker were in the room. However, whatever it was, it was most formidable and pressing when I was returning from my daily walk. #RandolphHarris 4 of 7

During the last few years, and while I waited on the door-step, I could feel it behind me, upon me; and there was any delay in opening of the door I was seized by a choking agony of terror. It did not matter who was with me, for no one could protect me. This species of hauntings lasted seven or eight years, and I was a young lady with long skirts and my hair up before my heart ceased to beat with fear if I stood a minute on the door-step! Then one day, at the very front door, I looked up and saw an officer, dressed in Union blue, tall, gaunt, and apparently a modern re-enactor moving rapidly down the wide open lawn, toward my home. He seemed in a hurry to reach the front doors. I looked away to make sure they were opened, and as I looked back at him, he had completely vanished. I immediately had the front doors sealed so that his soul would rest in my estate. From the day on, the Devil had appeared to me on a number of occasions, the first time offering me a purse of silver. I was lost. Bewilderingly, heart and soul, lost. There was a promise that there was an entire life to be lived if I could only take the chance. I can still recall the sense of possibility that came over me then, a kind of lightness. Every sinew, every muscle, every vein in my body seemed suddenly to vibrate, to be alive. If I could find the courage to speak, people would listen. I took a deep breath and then slowly, steadily exhaled. Finally, I began to talk. I noticed that I could speak in languages that I had never learned. I remember everything about that day. Every tiny detail. The smell and the texture of it, every second before and after the Devil appeared. The purple leaves on the copper beech turning and there was condensation on the inside of the window in the early morning. The fire had been lit for the first time since the previous winter and there was a pleasant smell of pine in the room. #RandolphHarris 5 of 7

I did not hear the knock at the door, but I remember being aware of footsteps on the floors in the hall. Even then, I think I knew. There was something in the quality of the silence that shouted out that this caller was unwelcome. I stopped what I was doing and listened, listened to the silence. Then I heard a voice in the hall. I ran. Sending the door flying back against the wall, I ran down the stairs. From the hall below, a sound that tore through me like a butcher’s knife. Not screaming exactly, more a howling, a wailing, the same word repeated over and over, “Mine, mine, mine.” I was struck on the head by a falling hammer. Laying on the floor unconscious, I awoke, and it was the Devil, he told me that I must live and continue to build my estate and that every coin of silver in his purse represented the years I had to live. If I wanted to see my husband and my darling daughter again, it was an offer I could not refuse. When I awoke, my most valued pieces of furniture were rudely destroyed by the violent and unbidden guest, but there were nearly one hundred silver coins in a purse. I had no visible injuries, nor suffered any terrible mental or emotional pain. But there was a piercing scream, followed by a raucous cacophony of voices filling the room. That night as I lay in bed, I thought about seeing my husband and daughter again. I thought about how I would devote this mansion, not only to the spirits, but also to the spirits of my family. My face was stained with tears. I thought about the pact I had made. I got up, put on my clothes, keeping my revolver in my pocket, and went down the steps of my home, past the two caretakers playing cards in the living room. One of the me got up. “Mrs. Winchester, you want something, a cup of tea maybe?” “I need to walk,” I said. No one stopped me. #RandolphHarris 6 of 7

I went outside and walked around the gardens. I noticed the lay the leaves looked in the trees that were nearest the lamppost. I noticed how the branches of the evergreen trees were gleaming with dew. I studied the tall steep shingled roofs of the house. I looked at the glint of light in the diamond-paned windows. I listened to the sound of grass under my feet, and came to the cupid fountain that was running in spite of the cold, and watched the water erupt from the jet and fall down in an airy white shower into the basin that boiled under the dim light. The air smelled of pine needles and of burning wood. There was a freshness and a cleanness I had not experienced. There was a deliberate beauty. I made my way back to the house slowly. I could not sleep. Then a strange thing occurred, as I drew near the mansion. From within the house, I heard a subtle stirring music. Surely a window was open to the cold for me to hear something of such tenderness, and subtle beauty. I knew it to be a harp. There was the window up ahead, tall and made of leaded glass and opened to the cold. From there the music was coming: a long swelling note, and then a cautious melody. Finally, the music stopped. I glanced up and saw a black shadow jump out the window toward me. I found myself shaken, frightened without reason by the sound of voices crying out in pain and the echoes of sobbing. Looking over to the nine-story observation tower, there was a ghostly guard walking his eternal watch. My home seems to be a place haunted by shadows and furtive ghosts. It seems to have been taken over by spirits. #RandolphHarris 7 of 7

The Winchester Mystery House

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