Reprinted from www.libertylobby.org, home of The SPOTLIGHT archive
By James P. Tucker
"Good evening," I said, shaking hands with a smiling David Rockefeller as Bilderberg luminaries gathered for food and drink inside the Great Hall of the Library of Congress' Thomas Jefferson Building in Washington.
Rockefeller's smile froze and his eyeballs were spinning. We have been eyeball-to-eyeball over Bilderberg many times over the last 20 years and he doesn't like me. I would be embarrassed if he did. It was only after we shook hands that David realized who I was.
I had just failed in an attempt to obtain Bilderberg's agenda and list of participants. It was late in the afternoon and a few tourists and researchers were still inside the Library of Congress, even as the Bilderberg set was beginning to arrive.
But after David and his entourage recognized me, my fate was sealed. The cops threw me out. I guess that was inevitable.
Earlier in the day, I had been scouting around the Library of Congress building as Bilderberg's advance staff made preparations.
At 7 p.m., I was stationed outside at the building's main entrance as long black limos began to roll up.
As one luminary stepped out, I smiled and said, "You are here for Bilderberg, too."
"Yes," he said with a smile and we entered together as I was telling him that "Bilderberg does good work." (Forgive me, oh dear Lord.)
For Bilderberg luminaries, there is no normal security: briefcases don't go on conveyor belts and you don't walk through airport-style metal detectors. "Security" is defined as keeping outsiders outside.
Once inside, I trotted upstairs to the meeting room and again asked for a list of participants and the agenda.
"First you have to have your name tag," another woman explained, directing me to the line downstairs that I had just left.
It was there that Rockefeller chanced to arrive for our gracious confrontation. As I reached for the documents, a guard grabbed my arm and said: "You don't belong here." As he escorted me out, I explained that "I do, too, belong here because I am a taxpayer and they are conducting public business in secret."
"I have my orders, Mr. Tucker," said the guard in a gentle voice.
The following day, during public visiting hours, I was honored with guards all day long. One would relieve the other.
I observed Bilderberg people moving out of the room where they had been meeting and marching to another room at the opposite end of the building, down another long corridor. I followed at the end of the line until the guard stopped me. But I was able, for future reference, to know which room they were using.
I returned two hours later when I judged that the session was over.
I roamed around the room where the morning session had been held, picking up a book called New World Coming: American Security in the 21st Century prepared by the United States Commission on National Security/21st Century. Each Bilderberg participant was given this assigned reading. The room had seats for 48 participants and a podium for the speakers.
I also obtained the text of a speech by Samuel Berger, President Clinton's national security advisor and a Bilderberg regular.
It was these documents, and contributions from collaborator Michael Col lins Piper, plus interviews with a high State Department official and an international entrepreneur who personally deals with several Bilderberg regulars that provided the information about what transpired during the secret meetings.
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