12-4-01

My Uncle Clem and Aunt Evy are from Hawaii. They decided to go look for my brother in Seattle. They went to the gay bars on Capitol Hill, the area where his PO Box was located. They showed his picture around at the bars, especially the ones that had drag shows. A bartender recognized Abraham and said he'd call Abraham and tell him they were here looking for him. Clem & Evy are great people. Clem is all like, Zen, New-Agey kinda guy, believing in giving good energy to people, spiritual healing, things like that.

Abraham agreed to grant them an audience with him for one hour if they promised not to tell my parents that they had met him. He said very nasty things about my father, and my Aunt couldn't handle it, she left furious. Clem spoke with him for a while. Later, when my parents told Clem that they only wanted to know how Abraham was doing, Clem told them that Abraham was okay, he had a temp job, and he was healthy. They didn't say too much more.

When my father died, Clem left a message on Abraham's answering machine, but Abraham still has never tried to contact my mother or myself. After his death, Clem & Evy saw him another time, but Evy apparently still couldn't stand Abraham's talk.

I did an Internet search for him a while ago, and I found out that works in Seattle for a gay political activist organization of some kind, and he has changed his name to Avram. I guess he believes he can remake himself, and erase whatever it is that he hates so much about his childhood. He has also had two plays he wrote performed by theater companies. It's interesting that he has also become a writer, like me. I'm actually a little strangely proud of him that he manages to live as a political activist and has also has written plays that have been performed. He lives by his principles. I think it is unfortunate that he has these apparent delusions about being molested. Perhaps he was molested by a baby-sitter, and somehow turned it into my father. I don't know. I'm very skeptical that he could've been molested by my father hundreds of times, and I would never have noticed anything unusual going on. But of course, I can't disprove it. I wish him well, and I also don't really ever want to see him again. Perhaps, the biggest betrayal is his rejection of our mother, who was devastated both by his accusations, and my father's death. Abraham couldn't accept that our mother loved our father. I think Abraham wished she was some sort of strong willed, feminist lesbian who wanted to divorce dad. Even though she did consider it briefly, when times were really tough, she didn't. And then after the tough times passed, things were good between them. Abraham couldn't accept that.