21-12-2015, 02:15 AM
I just found this about Robert Crowley's story:
http://www.isgp.nl/2014_08_Robert_Crowley_alleged_words
"Allen [Dulles] was never too bright. His brother was a dyed-in-the wool Nazi, just like another one of our DCI's fathers: Prescott Bush. But Allen was not a particularly deep or thoughtful man all in all. His son got shot in the head in Korea and came back an idiot [Allen Macy Dulles, Jr.] so Allen was very bad to him. He ignored him. [unknown, but, according to his sister Joan, he did say things like: "My father was a Nazi spy" until his anti-paranoia medication in 1977] Allen was not a kind or thoughtful man. But his wife really did a number on him at the end. Allen was dying in '69 and they had a Christmas party at his place. Wife was downstairs with the guests, having a wonderful time. Not a word about Allen except that he was not feeling well. Finally, one of the boys decided to go up and wish Allen a Merry Christmas. Guess what he found? Allen lying in a urine and shit soaked bed, completely out of it and mumbling to himself. She had left him up there for quite a while. Ugly. She really must have hated him. The boys picked him up, wrapped him in a clean blanket and took him to the hospital where he died about a month later. She didn't care at all and was very upset that they used one of her good blankets."
http://www.isgp.nl/2014_08_Robert_Crowley_alleged_words
"Allen [Dulles] was never too bright. His brother was a dyed-in-the wool Nazi, just like another one of our DCI's fathers: Prescott Bush. But Allen was not a particularly deep or thoughtful man all in all. His son got shot in the head in Korea and came back an idiot [Allen Macy Dulles, Jr.] so Allen was very bad to him. He ignored him. [unknown, but, according to his sister Joan, he did say things like: "My father was a Nazi spy" until his anti-paranoia medication in 1977] Allen was not a kind or thoughtful man. But his wife really did a number on him at the end. Allen was dying in '69 and they had a Christmas party at his place. Wife was downstairs with the guests, having a wonderful time. Not a word about Allen except that he was not feeling well. Finally, one of the boys decided to go up and wish Allen a Merry Christmas. Guess what he found? Allen lying in a urine and shit soaked bed, completely out of it and mumbling to himself. She had left him up there for quite a while. Ugly. She really must have hated him. The boys picked him up, wrapped him in a clean blanket and took him to the hospital where he died about a month later. She didn't care at all and was very upset that they used one of her good blankets."