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Re: Farid Parhad
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Maggie wrote:
>One of the kids on Beth Suryoyo had posted a link to faridparhad.com.
>I just looked it up to see what kind of an artist you are, and all I can say is WOW!

..thank you. You have excellent taste.
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>I had no idea that there was such a sculptor in the Assyrian nation. I'm really impressed with the pieces and the quality.

..I had no idea there was a nation.


...don't forget...I was tagged by Aprim as the "enema" of Assyria and a Muslim as well as a Muslim stooge. It seems as soon as you DO something...especially something way beyond these dweebs, you become THEIR enemy..and since they appointed and annointed themselves "Assyria"...you are automatically an enema of Assria as well. And THEY are its friends!

Where does one go to view these sculptures? Where are these pieces?

..nowhere. In private collections. Oddly enough Jackie Bejan, who sued me for two million dollars because I told everyone, in public not private, what she did to me...ot tried to do, in the front seat of one her Benzes, owns several. Later, when Jeff refused her order to "distance himself" from me...because he shared emails she sent to him containing the most outrageous lies about me, she sued HIM for two million as well...a college kid aged 19 at the time finishing his degree on a shcholarship...her lawyer told Jeff they KNEW he hadn't been a part of the "slander" she was charging me with...they just wanted him to "cooperate"...to his credit Jeff told them both to stuff it and he and I prepared to meet them in court...this last year, after two years of my flying up to meet court dates to move the process along...just weeks before the final hearing to set a trial date at which Jeff and I would defend ourselves...she backed down...as I knew she would but hoped she wouldn't..I mean who wants to sit on the witness stand while I'm forced to PROVE she's a "bitch"...which was one of her formal complaints against me...she also wanted the judge to order me not to give any more pet names for her retractable cunt...such as "pooter",,,which I thought was kinda cute...so, Jackie has a bunch of them in her showcase home...she thought she was buying more than sculpture...so I had to set her straight and it pushed her nose out of joint..her national nose.

..the other large collection is at John Nimrod's buttquarters and museum on Clark St in Chicago...except he has most of them in the basement now that his dear sister, Helen Schwarten-Nimrod-James has died...she commissioned several pieces and was the guardian angel of the Shumirum Monument..putting $120,000 of her own money into completing it...Narsai David also has several.
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>You posted something the other day that involved a story of John Nimrod trying to stop you from moving a piece to Chicago. Was it one of these sculptures? If it was, I'll be sick to my stomach if you say yes. How could he?

..It was the self-same Shumirum Monument which I started the year Ashurbanipal was installed and finished 13 years later. This monument was gracioualy and eagerly accepted by the city of Chicago as a gift from ALL Assyrians world-wide...I raised the funds by selling maquettes of the piece...as I had funded the Ashurbanipal before and the Hammurabi next. The total cost was around $230,000...and we were all set to go when John Nimrod...after stalling the Arts Council of Chicago for three years...threatened to SUE them if they went ahead and installed it at a wonderful location a block and a half from the Oriental Institute on the campus of the University of Chicago...he said there were too many Black people there and students playing frisbee...but his real motive is to steal it for himself because he feels his dead sister...who died waiting for him to get out of the way so she could be the one to unviel the monument, who gave half the money for the piece...entitles HIM to take the statue home...and there it's been for five years now...because the city can't risk a lawsuit over something so mindbogglingly stupid and venal.

For the past five years this monument, which includes a seven foot lioness...sits face down in a storage area in Monterey, California...waiting on Nimrod to die...how's that for pride?
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>I never liked the state senator. I grew up in Skokie Illinoise and back then his office was in Skokie. I was just a child, but I detested this pretentious man. He never did a thing for the Assyrians back then. I left Illinoise for L.A. when I was young, so I haven't followed his career as an Assyrian politician , but the stories I hear about him are not pretty.
..he never knew what an Assyrian was till they threw him out of the state senate...then he needed to "lead" someone so he lit on us. He's a crook to his marrow.

...I told him, in his office, that he was NOT going to use the Shumirum to push his AUA bullshit...and that with his sister dead..he was NOT going to be the one to unveil the monument..as he said he must be allowed to do..I said we'd ask children in the crowd to come up and pull the chord together...that was another reason he had for getting the city to stop...but it's been a blessing in disguise..like the grairs and the rest are...our Queen watches over us yet and has had a lot to do with exposing these bullshit Assrians for exactly what they are...after Nimrod's shot at the monument Jaqckie Bejan convinced me to consider San Jose...but after watching her use the monument for the same purpose..to enhance HER resume...I told her to forget it and she began her campaign to stop any friends of her's from buying my sculpture...and sued me when I told people her REAL reason...a woman scorned etc.

As a sidebar...I also built a monument of Hammrubai for Detroit, raising $90,000 through the sale of those maquettes and working on it for two years...but Nimrod and Jackie emailed leaders in the Chaldean community and told them the usual lies about me so funding dried up..I destroyed that one myself..it was in plaster being worked on for final details...one more thing...Atour Golani, past president of the AANF, had the nerve to have my sculptures welded for me. He didn't like the way I shipped them to him..the Hammurabi maquettes...so he took them to Ford, where he works and had the wedlers "fix them". What are you going to do with such savages...I'll tell you...you OUT them and make it cost them way too much to even THINK about doing these things again.
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>Please tell us more about these pieces. I'm reallyinterested.

..what can I say...heheheh. Art school in the 70s was a joke...no one was teaching what I wanted to learn so I kidnapped my young son, who was very unhappy in a home where the step dad had died from a drug overdose...and took him with me to Greenwhich Village..got a job in a foundry in order to learn enough to keep my costs down...and spent nights and weekends at the Metropolitan Museum copying copying copying...all Assyrian pieces...that's how people used to learn the skills in them old hairy days.

I keep promising to write it all...someday when I'm dead.

I moved to Mexico permanently about three years ago...to a small ranch I bought outside San Miguel Allende..a lovely colonial town up in the mountains about 150 miles north of Mexico City...that's where I got involved with an escaped convict from federal prison in America..a really good con man and his wife who were cowboys and were wanted in Belize and Guatamala as well...which I found out later...he cheated me out of ten horses I bought for our horse ranch rental business we were going to do...a sidebar for my daughter...who loves horses etc.

I found out about him too late and just chalked up my loss to experience..but they were neighbors down the road and I could see he was working his scams on others..I saved one American lawyer whom he cheated out of only four grand..but they were on to bigger things...so I contacted the Federal Marshalls who said they were coming to get him any day...but it dragged and dragged until we were all in jeopardy because he figured out what was happening and with two other gringo couples who still believed he was the wronged party..they began making false accusations to the police and I had to go down and answer each absurd charge..they wanted to make me seem like the bad guy so I'd leave...I hold a record for having 13 formal charges made against me..but fortunately the American Consul in San Miguel spoke with the US Marshals and went with me to the Mexican prosecutor to tell him the real deal..so the charges were put on hold till the Marshalls could come from Mexico City and get the guy...who I found out later was wanted for drug involvement and had guns and was considered by Interpol to be very dangerous...I KNEW he was nuts.

Then, on my daughter's birthday she asked me to go riding with her...we'd been keeping a low profile because they were laying traps all around for us, but I went with her...as we paused for her to adjust her stirrups, Chance came thundering out of his place heading straight at me...where I sat on my horse watching him...I guess I was supposed to run. the guy is an excellent horseman, I'll give him that...but stupid and by then furious with me because I wouldn't leave..even though the Marshall's had offered to put us all up at a hotel in Mexico City...Assyrians don't run...so I sat there waiting...figuring he'd pull up...but he didn't...didn't slow down at all..just ran his terrified horse into me...spurs digging in on the poor beast...my horse went up and almost over...spinning round at the last minute...he wanted to get out of there but I kept turning him to face the repeated charges Chance made at us...using his reins to whip at my face...I had no spurs so it was hard to make my horse do what I wanted...knowing I was going to fall...as I had to use one hand to shield my eyes and my horse was frantic to be gone...I slid off as gently as I could...breaking the reins in my hands as I landed..and a good thing too...my horse bolted for home and Chance ran at me, making his horse, our biggest one, rear up so it would come down on me...with the reins I kept smacking him on the nose, the horse, not Chance...he would be forced forward by the pain of the spurs and forced back by the pain on his nose...so we danced around like that...my stunned daughter watching all this a few feet away...I'd yelled for her to ride home but she wouldn't budge....luckily my eldest son saw what was happening and drove the Suburban down...almost flipping it in his haste...as I got into the drivers seat, I heard Chance say.."and where's your daughter"? He'd told me he was wanted in the States but lied about the real reasons..the guy was certified as "unstable" in the States...so I knew right then that he'd crossed a line he would regret...he'd also said that with a horse under him no Lawman could catch him..maybe, but I'm not a lawman...he took off on his horse heading for where my daughter was sitting...his one horse, poor Hurrican, was no match for my 350...somewhere out in the sagebrush I ran him over...almost flipping the car again...I thought sure he was dead but he only cracked his collar bone...the horse's body protected him...that same evening I got a call from Interpol apologizing for being delayed again...I told them they could fuck off...that I was through cooperating and waiting on them to do their job..that my family was in increasing danger and that I would take care of it myself...I can't say here how I did it but within a week all three couples were gone...scared off that hillside...one couple sold their home and moved back to the States...Chance and his family are in hiding somewhere in Mexico...the other couple hid out in town for three months before venturing back...all this was a distraction from work...I can tell you. But I did manage to finish the Silver Don during all that time.

But the funny part is that these people had gone to the American Embassy in Mexcio City as well as written to the State Department about an "Iraqi Terrorist"..an agent sent by Saddam to terrorize the American community...they even mounted a petition drive in the central jardin with placards telling all about the terrorist with the guns and axe (don't ask) who was stalking poor Americans and killing their horses...I got wind of it though and showed up with my own sign..and a petition...I even was interviewed about the "terrosist" by the reporter for the regional paper, "yep, dangerous guy", I said....drove them nuts...no matter what they did they couldn't get me arrested...the one exception was my fault..a technicality about Mexican Law I didn't know, but the cops who arested me were so nice...I think they liked me running gringos over..and at the prison they couldn't have been sweeter...it didn't bother me too much when they put me in an isolation cell with two big Mexicans in their underwear...it was hot. But one of them was delighted because he could practise his English and when I got out and from then on, all the cops would wave and shout "Hola Farid"...but from then on my wonderful lady Mexican lawyer along with the Dean of their Law School, who volunteered his help...did everything to get me out and keep me out.

Under Mexican law stealing horses is a most serious crime for which you can still be lynched...that one charge, for some reason, got all the way to a judge's hands and if she'd issued an arrest warrant I would have sat in jail, no bail allowed, for the year it would have taken for the case to come to trial and if found guilty the sentence was ten years....I was sent packing to another town to be out of the way while my lawyer and the Dean visted the judge who'd been a student of the Dean's..a man known for his honesty and greatly respected...who told the judge that the people making these charges were the crooks and liars and I was the innocent party...she reviewed the charge and saw no merit in it so I was able to return.

I even had the fun of sitting in cafes and overhearing conversations about the Iraqi terrorist...it was cute. There's more..there were high speed chases...me behind a car with two Interpol agents chasing Chance and another guy in a truck...there were three or four car rammings...I dragged one car a kilometer and backed into another in town...there was a chase through the cobblestone streets, several near fights in dark alleys...a gun..and axe...a gunshot at my house late one night...it got hairy but always interesting...

I'm now building another small ranch up north in the Mexican dessert...beautiful place..as well as a little palapa on the beach...come visit sometime...bring whomever.



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