The letter below was evidently written of her own free will, no coercion was involved. At the time it was written Morgan and Fund were still living together, which did not change even after Morgan fled to her own apartment in NY since Fund followed her and moved in.
At the same time Fund was living with Morgan he began having sex with Gail Heriot, knowing she would become committed to him and so help him produce cover. Heriot performed as expected.
Making no attempt to ascertain the facts this 'professor of law' proceeded to attack both of us, as witnessed by the letters sent to media. She wrote legal papers for Fund, signed them for him, and faxed them from the fax machine at her place of employment to various recipients. See links, coming soon.
For all of these signs of desperation we identify the tendency of a woman to believe what they want, against the evidence, and use their professional standing to protect a lover who is a psychopath as Gail Heriot Syndrome.
Silly? Yes. But what's a girl to do?
From:
Gail
Heriot [SMTP:gheriot@acusd.edu]
To:
John.Fund@dowjones.com
Cc:
Subject:
Silly?
Yes. But what's a girl to do?
Sent:
1/13/02 10:05 PM
Importance:
Normal
Hi
Cutie--
I'm
on Exam No. 61--a landmark. I'm celebrating by taking a break.
I
figure
I'll be done by Monday night, provided the raccoons in my back yard
don't
come back tonight. They're so darn cute, they're distracting.
I've
been ruminating about what you said on the telephone yesterday--that
I'm
insecure. If you mean that I'm insecure about you and me, of
course
you're
right. I do feel insecure--although in the grand scheme of
things
my
feelings signify less about me (or you) than they do about external
circumstances.
We live on opposite coasts; we're both busy, and we don't
know
each other very well. I'd have to be daft not to feel insecure;
I've
not
done anything to earn security. There are a lot of women out
there who
can
spend one night a month with you and do a little sightseeing just as
well
as I can. Some even better .... (I would give you their
phone
numbers,
but I'm not yet convinced that it's in my interest.)
I'm
amused by your statement that you *do* know me. It's the
journalist
in
you. You are paid to make quick judgments about people and
situations,
drawing
mostly on the public record. It's your job to have the first
word
on
a topic, and you're very good at it.
As
an academic, I'm paid to have the last word on a subject. It
makes me
slower
to form opinions about people and things. Academics are
ruminant
creatures.
My
fear is that I will remain insecure about us. We see each other
so
seldom
that we may never really get a sense of each other. If true, it
will
be a shame. It's possible that we'd make a good pair, maybe even a
great
pair. I am not inclined to turn loose of you until that
possibility
has
been explored. On the other hand, I'd prefer not to die of old
age
still
wondering.
So
allow me to introduce myself. I am Gail Heriot, the woman whose
hotel
room
you've found yourself in a few times over the last six weeks.
First,
for whatever reason, you get to me. There aren't that many men
who
do
....
My
four best qualities are that I'm smart, brave, true and
industrious.
There are many things I'm insecure about; these are not among
them.
Smart--Yes,
there are smarter women in the world, but the objective
indicators
suggest that they are pretty darn rare, even in the rarified
circles
in which you travel. If you decide to dump me because I'm not
smart
enough for you, you'd better be prepared for a long period of
celibacy.
Brave--This
is actually an illusion. I'm not brave at all; I'm really
just
dutiful, but that's usually the case with people who are called
brave.
I'd have make a good Army Ranger if I weren't such a klutz.
True--Well,
Diogenes, you were the one who said you wanted an honest
woman.
Be careful what you wish for. Honest women can be too blunt
sometimes.
They don't always say things the way they intended. And they
require
honesty in return. It's not a universal taste.
Industrious--Nobody
works harder than I do. A lot of people are more
efficient.
I wish I understood why.
My
worst qualities (among those I'm aware of) are that I'm impatient,
disorganized
and slovenly about the office.
Impatient--I
would explain this in greater detail, but I simply lack the
patience.
It manifests itself most often around idiots and
bureaucrats.
So far, I've never gotten violent, but I suppose there's
always
a first time ....
Disorganized--I
can only do one thing at a time. When I get really
interested
in something, I forget to eat, sleep or attend to the ordinary
duties
of modern existence. Not everyone is amused.
Slovenly--My
desk is a mess. I worry about this with you. I know that
ethnic
stereotypes are a terrible, terrible thing, but you were reared by a
German
mother. If she's trained you to be like her countrymen, you
won't
like
my desk. Curiously, my house is not messy (except the
refrigerator).
There are two reasons for this. First, I take a lot of
care
in decorating and I don't want it all to go to waste. Second, our
country's
immigration policies allow me to hire household help cheaply.
I'm
sure I have other bad qualities, which you will figure out if you
hang
around long enough. I'm not sure if it signifies anything, but
those
who
have been around me longest tend to like me best. I'm not sure
if it's
because
I grow on people or because those that figure me out do so early
and
flee for their lives
This
is getting too long. I'm going out to forage for food.
It's your turn.
Gail
p.s.
My favorite book is Alice in Wonderland. My second favorite
book is
Through
the Looking Glass. I don't have a third or fourth favorite
book,
but
my fifth favorite book is Paul Johnson's Modern Times.
