This page would probably just ignore George Christie’s soulless money grubbing and prattle if he would just stop blaming this page for it. Even Christie’s enemies think talking about him enriches and validates the shameless son of a bitch. But he keeps blaming this page for who he is, so in the fewest possible words this is what he is doing now.
Christie has bootlegged and is selling copies of a film the documentarian Nick Mead made about him. The film is a mostly flattering biography of Christie centered around the ex-Hells Angels’ last federal court case. Much of the narration of the film was written by me. At the time I was convinced that Christie was innocent and was being framed. Mead, according to Mead, decided to bury the film after he grew to believe that Christie was a liar and a thief.
Christie, threatened to sue Mead for the film and Mead refused to cave in. He took a significant financial loss on the project and Christie didn’t actually have grounds to sue, so that seemed to end it.
Christie has been trying to cash in on his reputation as a former member of the Hells Angels Motorcycle Club for the last couple of years. During that time he has also been willing to take credit for or appropriate other people’s memories, adventures and intellectual property. For awhile, he was selling autographed copies of a David Mann poster for $170. He stopped when Mann’s widow, Jacqueline Mann, told him to quit or duck.
Mead has told Christie to stop selling the film and Christie has defied him.
On his website, Christie explains the appropriation of the film like this: “I have been asked by many what happened to The Last American Outlaw. Nick Mead has never addressed it with me face to face, but let me pass on to you what I have been told by friends in his inner circle. Nick, along with a blogger who has been accused of misrepresenting the facts in his stories, caved in under pressure.”
I am, of course the blogger Lying George accuses of “misrepresenting the facts in his stories.”
So, with all due respect to those who want me to stop publicizing this guy, it is probably about time to explain exactly how I stopped being Christie’s defender and became a Christie skeptic.
It is a short story that goes exactly like this: A couple of guys with facial hair invited me to talk in a private place. There were handshakes all around. One guy poured me a drink from a big bottle. Another guy opened up a laptop computer and played an audio file. The first guy said, “Do you recognize that voice?” I did. The voice belonged to George Christie.
Nobody pressured me. I did not cave. I continued to try to tell the truth.
Since then, the reporting about Christie on this page has reflected what I understand to be true about the man.
Now maybe I won’t have to write about him again for another couple of months.