John Clark Pro Se Blog Actor, Producer & Writer

About Us

Hello! This is my Christmas Day 2004 present to myself, my brand new blog-site. The greatest invention since, well, since before sliced bread. And it’s not for actors only. It’s for everybody, but especially for Judges, Lawyers, and Press people.

I was born in Hampstead, London, England on November 1, 1932, which I believe makes me all of a Saint. My father was English, and my mother Danish. I was married first to Canadian actress Kay Hawtrey, then to celebrity English actress Lynn Redgrave, and now to a lovely Japanese lady, Miyuki, courtesy of the Internet personals web-site which used to be called, appropriately enough, My One and Only. I have avoided American women, I don’t know why. I have fathered five children, and I’m told I have seven grandchildren.

Here is my updated “notable person” page in Wikipedia:

John Clark

I began my professional career in 1944, and became Britain’s leading child star. The BBC paid me 4 guineas a show, about $20, perhaps, because that was their policy for juveniles, a bit part or a star, made no difference. Later, with the military draft beckoning, I decided it was time to discover who I was, and so I roamed the seven seas, anonymously, on tramp steamers during most of the Korean war. I also discovered Canada and then America, and the showbiz life beckoned. But first it was Canada because America would want to put me in their draft system.

In Toronto, where all the action was supposed to be, I auditioned a lot, and wound up conducting my own weekly talk and interview show JUNIOR MAGAZINE on the CBC television network for over 4 years, and became a Canadian citizen and a Canadian star. It paid me $150 a week.

It was time to emigrate again and restart yet another showbiz career, this time, at last, to America, where the money was supposed to be.

Fast forward 45 years.

I am a paid-up member of the Directors Guild of America, The Society of Stage Directors and Choreographers, Actors Equity, Screen Actors Guild, and the American Federation of Television and Radio Artists. I am also a paid up member of British Equity, Canadian Actors Equity, and the Association of Canadian Television and Radio Artists.  I am also a Notary Public (California).

My politics? Well, I have never voted in an election, because I think actors should not align themselves with a “group think” approach to anything, except their work. But if pushed, I’d have voted for Bush, I liked his readable face. (I think he’d make a great talk show host, like Jack Paar.) Also, important, I don’t believe he had any legal training, but exercised his common sense and had the power to do so, federally. Obama? I like him. He has (had?) a dream, and now we see where it’s taking him. Balked at every step.

I consider myself to be an unused Director, Producer, Manager, Actor, Script Doctor, Acting Coach and Drama Teacher. My hobbies are cooking, photography, writing, the stock market and my Mac and HP computers, and, of course, making my new wife happy and contented.  It used to be possible because I built it all, flying and swimming and tennis and teaching and my children and their children.  Until these choices were taken from me.

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January 1, 2005
Today I feel angry.

In a private holographic will executed by Nicolette dated July 17, 1992, she made me Executor of her estate, and guardian of Zachary in the event of her death. In the event of both of our deaths, the same obligation would go to her sister Adeline, of Palmers Green, London.  There is no mention of my being the father, although his middle name gives a clue.  In hindsight, I should have had it notarized.  I have since become one, and have learned the importance of it.  I have had no information that her will was updated.

Nobody was aware of this arrangement, except for my wife and her sister.

Then, unbeknownst to me,  and kept secret from me, my friend pornographer Al Goldstein came into her and Lynn’s life, and later my Mexican plumber.

As a result of missteps and ignorant interference of our grown children, it is now six years since Nicky Clark Hannah called a lawyer, one James Eliaser, Esq., and then Lynn called a lawyer, one Emily Edelman, Esq., and they, looking for money, filed suit in Los Angeles Family Court for no good reason other than self-enrichment.

Being a Celebrity Family, the filing was picked up by, of course, the National Enquirer, and then by Rupert Murdoch’s London Times (who never sought corroboration from me), and then by Entertainment Tonight and People Magazine, with much juicy embellishment and unsupported facts.

Thus, for Lynn and me, the end of a creative and artistic partnership, and later the start of her breast cancer, and death.

Get it here, not at The E-True Hollywood Story, or Celebrity Justice, or the Daily Mail, or Larry King Live on CNN. Never before told, except on the massive pre-trial, trial, and post trial public records in the Halls of American “Justice” (my quotes), and who looks in there except when it suits them? Why, not any of the above.

This is the story of how my beloved wife of 33 years, Lynn Redgrave, walked out on me, and became my enemy.  How she literally and figuratively took our three children and five grandchildren with her, secretly, to live on the East Coast, and got me evicted from my beautiful home in Topanga Canyon two days after 9/11 using her own set of terrorists (aka LA County law enforcement, lawyers, and Family Court.) And how she secretly brought in her long time lover Brandon Maggart and his sons, to take my place in a home which I created and maintained for 22 years.

This is the story of how I reached out to the American Civil Court system for protection from the madness of Queen Lynn and her retinue. Little did I know then that Judge Gold had petitioner’s attorney James Eliaser working in his own law firm years before, little did I know of the judge’s own dark past until after the carnage was over, by using due diligence at the Los Angeles Hall of Public Records.

This is the story of the loss of perhaps six million dollars of the family estate, the children’s inheritance, and how much of what was left got to be re-distributed to the California legal system’s attorneys and the California real estate system’s agents. Of how the court froze our stock market investments at the top of the market in 1999, and sold our family home at the bottom of the market right after my 9/13 eviction. And also the story of how the original complainer got nothing, and a remarkable little boy called Zachary lost his father and his siblings, but gained a married Mexican plumber with a past.

That no media has stopped to call me for my version, to ask me even for corroboration of their purported “facts”, is unpardonable and unprofessional. That is about to change.

You will learn here how the Press works.

You will learn here how the Courts work.

You will learn here how Celebrity works.

You will learn, as I did, what your rights are, and how you can lose them through no fault of your own. Yes, this is America, and it could happen to you!

So this is the story of my six year journey into the unknown and into real fear, and how I have become a changed person.

This site is no longer just a blog. It is a personal history, a commentary, an actors’ reference, and an encouragement for people contemplating litigation with appropriate references, a “this is what happened to me” cautionary road-map. In other words, a living E-Book, perhaps a never-ending story.

You can join me if you wish, and if you don’t wish, well, you must have an agenda, and I don’t really care about you either.

Please know that the entries are often sorted by date, so that the latest entries are on top. In the picture section, for a better understanding of how the story “How the Englishman lost his Castle, his Belongings and his Kids” unfolds, be sure to start at the bottom of the list. Usually however, the real date is attached to the item, and the entry date may be used as a means to organize the material meaningfully.

If you care, take a hint from Larry King. “Don’t go away”.