THE WORLD I ENTERED INTO (while you danced to hair bands)
As the CIA realized that their double agents were starting to disappear in the mid-1980s, they began looking for a mole (the team assigned is pictured above). But according to PBS, at first Aldrich Ames wasn't even on their radar. Ames wouldn't be mentioned to the CIA as a possible mole until November 1989, when one of Ames' colleagues reported that "Ames seemed to be living beyond his means," according to the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence. Although the subsequent financial inquiry identified several instances of suspicious activity, "the investigation into Ames' finances stalled" and when the investigator was reassigned, no one followed up on his duties.
Harris Government Systems, Palm Bay, FL, October 1989:
Inside Harris there was the government side made of local and state and then there was the federal side. That was on the second floor through a door the first floor people called the Black Door. What goes in, stays in. The second floor was zero trust. You only know what you need to know. First names only and only first names of the people you need to know a first name of in order to do the job you are there to do.
On the first floor was the security office. I was called into that office. Inside it was mostly blue uniforms. I was told to stand in the foot outlines on the floor and look ahead. The agent, female, took my photo. The thought I was being processed in did not cross my mind. I assumed I was in trouble for attempting to access a restricted area. But instead she smiled and handed me a contract, explained I was not allowed to mention for 25 years that I had been at let alone inside of Harris Government. I signed the NDA. She smiled and said "Welcome to the family." Smiling I said "Thank you.". Inside my mind I was thinking "It's got to be really bad if they brought me in." Turns out it was worse than they or I thought. As you can see from the introductory paragraph, the extent of the danger was not to be realized for another month.
I was told five names. Three worked at Harris, of those one was the FSO (Facility Security Officer). The other two were guy 1 and his direct boss, guy 2, both were Harris. Guy 3 was friendly with the Harris employees and the head of the decorating center's commercial side, who I already knew. I was brought in by him in hopes I might buy the decorating center time to find a replacement paperhanger with proper clearance. What he never knew, and still doesn't, is I was requested by CI. I didn't know that back then. I was just trying to keep the decorating center from losing it's first federal government contract. This is how much of this work has to be handled in order for it to have a chance of working. It runs on a simple principle: you can't disclose what you do not know. No amount of torture or chemical mind manipulation can extract what is not there to begin with. And that leaves guys number 4 and 5. Guy 4 I didn't talk to other than say hi. Numbers 1 and 3 I also didn't talk to. It was guy number 5 who told me what I was there to do without him actually knowing what that was. Guy number 5 was CIA. He also looked familiar. Number 5 was who informed me I would not be allowed to work the timeshare after this job.
I might try to explain what I did there but I doubt you would understand. To simplify, I made sure the final mechanical component of the facilities fail safe system was operating at peak performance. It was an easy job for me. Once that was completed I hung the wall covering in the office in question.
After that little job, I applied for my passport and bought a one way deeply discounted ticket from JFK to Geneva CH. I paid $250 for my flight.
At no time was I informed about anything other than I could not go back to the timeshare in Coco Beach because you can't work down class. By having to give up that contract I no longer had an excuse to not go to Switzerland and help my friend Andre Oser. Andre and I had been talking via international phone calls about me going over for 9 months. Obviously my phone had been tapped for quite awhile. Honestly I was so used to tapped phones I rarely thought about it. For most of my life our home phone line seemed a little on the hollow side. My father's family had been deeply involved in national defense, intelligence and space exploration starting with WWII. OSS, Manhattan Project security, German to English translation for US banks in war time, CIA and fuel manufacturing for ballistic missiles in the post war years and NASA starting around 1970.
Of the four children of William T.F. Broer II I was the one they had their eyes on. In high school the government brought back the selective service registration and as I turned 18 in 1979 I signed up. I was issued the classification E1, exempt. I did not have a criminal record, no drug arrests and I was not mentally unstable or handicapped. As a matter of fact while still a 17 year old juvenile I was given permission by my one time classmate's, at the Harvey School, Katonah, NY, James Weigert's psychiatrist in the mental hospital he was a patient of, sole permission to host James at my apartment at 33 Cedar, Rd apt C, Katonah, NY over several weekends. James' mother was not given permission to have him home for any amount of time.
James' mother was a freelance auto racing reporter who covered Lime Rock Park, Salisbury, CT. I accompanied James and his mother numerous times to races there and we had full access to track including the pits. I was given several tips by drivers with Bob Sharp Racing during those days. Paul Newman joined that team in 1979. I never met Paul but I knew where he lived. It wasn't far from Katonah.
The only family member who knew anything about my work with the government was my dad and he knew enough to never ask.
I have known as fact since 10/15/2021 that Donald J. Trump stole and disseminated my still classified files. I suspected as much months earlier. Unfortunately I am listed as NOS, unassigned/available to all. Not an agent or employee. Can only be paid the going rate of the cover job and since I was exposed to the USSR in December 1989 I cannot even work undercover. I am listed IMDB as an art director since 2000 and I was in fact the script doctor on Flyboys, James Franco while working with, not for, Kearie Peak from 2000-April 2001 when my writing credit was stolen during Cannes and given to Academy Award winner David S. Ward. I have been blackballed in Hollywood ever since. The script Flyboys, after my reworking raised $4 million the first day Kearie shopped it in Cannes. My brother Andrew Broer, #Apple, #Box, #Cisco has not only had proof all this time that Kearie Peak not only knew me but had me watch her townhouse in Los Angeles while she was visiting a friend in England but Andrew had shipped to me, addressed to Kearie's townhouse a Power Mac 8500 from Cisco via a third party vendor who shipped FedEx. Andrew has claimed for decades he would never find the paper receipt. Andrew paid with a personal check and has never needed a receipt. But that's life with an alcoholic habitual liar.
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