Trick & Treats of the Famous & Infamous Part 2

The Infamous Donald Gregg and His Shadow Life

Donald Gregg was a frequent flyer of my escort service. He was fond of young men with minimal body hair and swimmers’ physiques. When I received those kinds of requests, the customer often hinted that they desired underage children, but that was a line I wasn’t willing to cross.

Although few Americans have heard of Donald Gregg, he certainly wasn’t a run-of-the-mill government pawn. Gregg had been a CIA agent for 31 years, and he played an integral role in the Phoenix Program, a nefarious CIA initiative that slaughtered over 25,000 South Vietnamese who were in many cases mistakenly thought to be collaborating with North Vietnam.

When Gregg was soliciting gay escorts from me, he served as Vice President George H.W. Bush’s national security advisor. He and Bush I were very close friends. And when Bush I ascended to the presidency, he made Gregg the U.S. ambassador to South Korea.

I think Gregg may have suffered from the “in closet syndrome” that affected the likes of J. Edgar Hoover and Larry Craig, because he was truly a nasty piece of work. In 1983, Gregg had a secret meeting with CIA agent Felix Rodriguez and Vice President Bush in the White House, where the trio hatched a covert scheme to provide military aid to the Contras in Nicaragua, which ultimately morphed into Iran-Contra. So given Craig’s involvement in the Phoenix Program and Iran-Contra, his hands were undeniably drenched in blood. And I should mention that the Phoenix Program and Iran-Contra are merely a couple of the activities in Gregg’s history that have come to light. I feel fairly confident in surmising that Gregg bloodied his hands from a myriad of other shadowy enterprises that have never been exposed in the mainstream media.

Unbelievably, Gregg had the hubris to use his government-issued MasterCard to purchase escorts from me, a sign that seemingly demonstrates he felt above the law. In January 1989, I received a puzzling phone call from a woman who worked for the Government Accounting Office, and she inquiring why Donald Gregg had racked up recurrent credit card charges for funeral accessories with his government-issued MasterCard. In Confessions of a DC Madam, I discuss how I ran credit cards through a merchant account that was set up to peddle funeral accessories, because, after all, being a mortician was my day job.

The GAO employee had numerous questions about the charges. I was caught off guard by her questions, so I was uncertain of the appropriate response. I ultimately advised her that the charges were of a personal nature, and I suggested that she contact Donald Gregg. A statement that was certainly factual! Right after the GAO contacted me, I phoned Craig Spence, one of the principal architects of the blackmail operation who blackmailed me into providing him with escorts, and told him about the particulars of the GAO call. He replied that he would be in touch.

Three weeks or so following the phone call from the GAO, Spence summoned me to his condominium. As I sat down, Spence seated himself on his chocolate sofa next to a man in his late fifties, who had balding black hair and brown, round-framed glasses. He wore a blue, pinstripe suit, white shirt, and a red tie. A miniature U.S. flag was pinned on his lapel. Spence introduced the man to me by his name and also disclosed his title. He was in the cabinet of George H.W. Bush. I feel that the Bush administration had decided to pull out a big gun to eradicate any traces of Gregg’s affinity for gay escorts, because Gregg had been so instrumental in Iran-Contra and because he was en route to becoming the United States Ambassador to South Korea.

Spence had dropped the name of the cabinet member months earlier, when he revealed that he routinely provided him with adolescent boys. At the time Spence dropped his name and his perverse predications, I thought his disclosure was wildly exaggerated, and I was fairly skeptical of it. But on the other hand, the vast majority of Spence’s illicit activities seemed incomprehensible to me until I actually witnessed them.

Our conversation focused on the GAO conundrum, and Spence and his “friend” quickly cut to the chase. They told me to write a letter to the GAO detailing blood studies I had conducted on behalf of Gregg. They explained that my occupation as a mortician would be a satisfactory guise for the letter. I felt that I was potentially being set up for GAO embezzlement charges, and I balked at their demands. I replied that they certainly had the means and wherewithal to cover for Gregg, so the onus of covering up his extracurricular activities shouldn’t fall on me.

The man sitting next to Spence then uttered a question that I will never forget: “I can withstand a background investigation . . . can you?” I responded, “Yes . . . I can withstand a background investigation.” My response essentially concluded the 20-minute meeting. Spence was quite irate with me when I refused to write their letter, and he berated me as he showed me to the door. His threat turned out to be quite real, because that’s when my legal problems started. The Secret Service raided my home shortly thereafter.