He had spent the early evening hours Ministering to a Congregation at a local Memphis Church, spoke about the “difficulties ahead” for the Civil Rights Movement, and the plight of City Sanitation Workers in which he had come to Tennessee to support. On this night, the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King would unknowingly make an emphatic passionate speech which would be played countless times over and over again around the world for years to come. Just 6 hours after his last Speech, the Mahatma Gandhi Non Violent Idealist would be struck down by an Assassin’s Bullet, and the Champion of Peace was taken from the World forever more. The Killing of Dr. King would culminate a particularly Tumultuous and Violent decade in America that saw the murders of the Georgia Baptist Preacher, U.S. President John F. Kennedy, and African American Leader El Hajj Malik El Shabazz ( Minister Malcolm X). However, King’s death impacted our Nation the greatest, due to his persistence in advocating protest through non violent measures.

Many feared and embraced for an all out Racially sparked Civil War, and felt that White Americans would fall prey to Mobs of angry Negroes in retaliation for their Slain Martyred Brother. The Country did see sporadic acts of violence, riots, and destruction to Commercial Properties in small pockets of African American dominated Communities, but the predicted Race Wars never did come. Over the years many Theorist and Historians have applauded Dr King’s non violent stance, and credited these tactics as having ushered America out of the Dark Ages on Social Reform as far as People of Color are concerned. Though Social change in America saw the fall of Old Jim Crow, White Only signs, and the dissipation of the likes of Bull Conner style Politicians, many African Americans fail to comprehend that no Civil Rights Legislation during the Civil Rights Movement have ever been signed into Law. There has been countless Bills presented before our Nation’s Congress only resulting in Congressional Acts (i.e. Civil rights act of 1964). Perhaps I maybe out of my league here as it pertains to the actual letter of the Law, a more Legal Inclined person could shed better insight, but I am sure you get the picture. The Civil Rights Acts are clearly problematic as it is more readily vulnerable for repeal by our Congressional Legislative Body, because Acts of Congress are typically signed for a specified duration. What am I saying? One could never diminish the Gallantry of Noble Peace Prize Winner Dr. King. I am simply questioning Historians depiction of the extent that Dr. King’s work actually impacted Social Change for People of Color on it’s face (How was the Law Changed to actually implement these Federal Mandated Civil rights). Candidly speaking, this man voluntarily gave his very life for a better quality of life for “all of God’s Children”. I falter in understanding the Legal Team, Advisors, and Members of King’s Christian Leadership Alliance that aided the late Civil Rights Advocate in spearheading the current Civil Rights Bill, and allowing themselves to walk away from the bargaining table knowing that these Acts were simply a temporary posture by a Racist White Government. Moreover, King has also been elevated to the Super Natural. Manly though, by his Daughter Bernice King, who likened her Father’s work to that of an Apostle, and citing his infamous last speech as evidence of his Divine Connection when he undoubtedly predicted his own Death. King’s pronouncement “I may not get there with you” seems coincidence, I seriously doubt that, and renders further insight of how dedicated, fearless, and stringent he stood in the face of Death. Clearly an act of Martyrdom as it is believed that the ultimate test of Faith lies in the principle of the acceptance of Death for an ideology or practiced belief.

Rarely Published Video of Dr. Martin Luther King

Dr. King is probably mostly remembered by his March on Washington’s ” I have a Dream” speech, and there are those in the American Public who are eager to accept the current state of affairs related to our Social Structure, but one must ask themselves if King’s Dream was actually ever fully achieved. Civil Rights Act(s) seem to be a band aid and only a symbol of that Era. We could make a valid argument that People of Color in America are worst off in the Post Civil Rights Generation. America’s Prisons are sweltering with Black Men at an alarming rate, a ever growing Population of Black Women in U.S. Prisons, staggering unemployment, homelessness, and verifiably the most violent community in America as well as the greatest Murderers of other African American Peoples throughout the World. I personally love the work that Dr. King was able to achieve, however, I find it difficult to express a mutual perception of my own People. In my mind there is no doubt that Dr. King was in fact a Martyr, but a basic observation of how his People responded to those “difficult days ahead” in the years and decades after his death can only honestly and accurately be depicted as “complete foolishness”.  

“If the Negro is to be free he must move down into the inner resources of his own Soul, and sign with a pen of ink of self assertive Manhood, his own Emancipation Proclamation” -Dr. Martin Luther King

The Peoples Champion

David B. Adams

As the Cruise Missiles launch from U.S. Warships targeting Air Defense Installations in the Sovereign Nation of Libya, many of us who remember, know it was not long ago that America committed these same kinds of heinous acts before against this North African Country. In that Military Campaign Moammar Gadhafi’s Wife and Child were killed. Many in the American Muslim Community who are conscious, suspect that it was the so called Honorable Louis Farrakhan that set up the Libyan Leader. Gadhafi was unable to be tracked by the CIA at the time (who was trying to kill him), because he would not sleep in the same location from night to night, and making GPS systems ineffective. However, it was the Nation of Islam Leader Farrakhan who had visited with Gadhfi just moments of the U.S. attack.  Many are unaware of America’s True hatred for Gadhafi that stems from his consistent refusal to do Business with the United States in the World Crude Oil Industry. Just like Hugo Charves who’s Nation just happens to be on fertile soil harvesting a couple of the most enriched Oil territories on the Planet Earth. In fact the intelligent mind can clearly see that every Nation that has been in conflict with the U.S. since World War II has been against Countries with vast Mineral and Oil reserves. This brings me to this question. Why has America continued to attack these types of Nations which also by the way, happen to be Countries whose citizens are People of Color. It’s not hard to tell what the U.S. is up too. The bottom line is that the so called National Uprising in Libya, which I suspect was spearheaded by the CIA, has absolutely nothing to do with America Citizens. Suddenly we are so concerned about the welfare of the Libyan People, yet we still have massive Financial, Social, and Environmental woes of our own here in the U.S. Not just that, but there is a serious Crisis in Japan that could ultimately impact the entire Human Race, and our priorities are attacking another Country? None of this is new.

In fact America has been conducting these kinds of Military Campaigns against Independent Countries who stand up to her bullying aggression for decades. Many seem so surprised that Barak Obama would condone such a thing. It’s Business as usual and having a Black President (who is blood related to every President before him) makes no difference when it comes to America’s will to continue to dominate the World Stage at the expense of the lives of countless Human Beings. Stop thinking that Obama is a Savior. He is no such a thing except part of the same establishment. This conflict will prove in the end to be the Mother of all battles. One last thing. Your votes did not elect Obama into Office. It was agreed upon and resolved in the Redwood Hills of Northern California. News Flash!!!

When reports first emerged about 16 year old Honor Student Phylicia Barnes, the Media reported that details were very sketchy about the Beautiful Monroe, N.C. teen’s disappearance, and only offered the rationalization that the child went missing after walking to a local establishment to purchase food. Police have only dispersed minimal information regarding the Investigation now underway in hopes of establishing the whereabouts of the very studious Barnes Kid. Recently, I have found a Blog Talk Interview conducted with Older Siblings Deena, Kelly, and Brian Barnes by Peas In a Pod Radio. The Interview shed new light on the case, revealing facts not previously mentioned in Media Reports. Also, many are said to have listened to the Radio Broadcast with Raised Eyebrows, questioning the judgment of Deena Barnes the Sister whom Phylicia was staying with, and challenged her account of the events leading up to her Baby Sister’s disappearance. It has been long established that Young Phylicia was last seen by the Boyfriend of elder Sister Deena. The Media Accounts reported that he last saw her walking to a local store for food. I have personally expressed my suspicions about that account, because of the fact that Phylicia was not from Baltimore, didn’t know anyone there other than her Siblings, and questioned why he didn’t look after the teen or notify Deena about her wondering off without supervision. As it turns out, the Blog Talk Interview revealed that the Boyfriend is actually an Ex Boyfriend of Deena Barnes, and still had access to the apartment where the pretty teen was staying along with Deena. Many have expressed complete displeasure with that fact which can only be characterized by a Blog Talk Listener’s quote, “Not Good, Not Good at All”.

During the BT Interview Deena stated that her Ex was there for the purpose of moving out of the apartment and to pick up a Younger Brother (Deena changed her story later on in the Broadcast, stating the Ex was there to pick up his Cousin). He called Deena around 11 a.m. EST to advise her that he was at the apartment, and that Phylicia was falling asleep on the couch. A Young Brother? So, there were actually 2 men at the apartment with Phylicia Barnes on the morning of her disappearance! Did Deena Barnes leave her Baby Sister at the apartment with a Strange Male? Deena said in the BTI she last saw Phylicia around 8:45 a.m. EST prior to leaving for work. Was this Male Cousin of the Ex there at the apartment when she left? More poignantly, if the Younger Cousin/Brother, which ever account is true, wasn’t there prior to Deena’s departure for work, why did he come to the apartment? Does he live there? This doesn’t make sense, and doesn’t add up! As the BTI went on the Sister’s accounts got even more Bazaar. Both older Sisters Deena and Kelly state that they had text with Phylicia on that morning, and had been discussing plans for later on that day. They had planned to do some shopping and make a Hair Dresser Appointment. Older Sister Kelly was supposed to pick up Phylicia after she got off from work. Kelly stated during the Interview that she planned to get off from work that day around 1.30 p.m. EST. It was revealed later on that Kelly never in fact picked her Little Sister up at all, I believe that she stated she called Phylicia, could not reach her and assumed that Deena had already picked the child up, and she changed her plans on getting Phylicia. Kelly never stated whether or not she called Deena to verify if Phylicia was with Deena or why she didn’t go by to physically check on her Baby Sister. As a Listener of the Blog Talk interview, I have to tell you that I was very troubled by these accounts. Deena Arrived home around 6 p.m. EST and discovered that Phylicia was not there. A short time later, according to Deena, she sounded the alarm and notified their Father. Both Deena and Kelly say they exchanged Text Messages with Phylicia and their  communication stopped around 12 p.m. EST. You mean to tell me from 12 – 1:30 p.m. ( the time frame when they last heard from Phylicia and when Kelly was supposed to pick her up), 1:30 – 6 p.m. (the time frame from when Kelly was supposed to get Phylicia and the time Deena got home) neither of these two adult females checked on their Baby Sister, who was a complete stranger to Baltimore, and at least one of them (Deena) knew possibly that at least two Men had been in the apartment with Phylicia on the morning of her disappearance? This is very unusual based on the Baltimore Culture that I know. The other troubling circumstances that I have with the Sisters accounts is that neither say they talked to her on that morning. They both reportedly received Text Messages from Phylicia. However, Deena did admit speaking with her EX, who told her Phylicia was falling asleep on the couch, and this was around 1:30 p.m. EST. You take the Ex Boyfriend’s word that your Baby Sister whom he does not know is safe and not in harms way? Did Deena even question why the Younger Cousin/Brother of her Ex was at the apartment? I mean he is an Ex Boyfriend who is moving out! Moving out I said! This leads me to a common sense theory I have about this Young child’s disappearance. Could it be possible that the Younger Sibling of the Ex was there for the purpose of helping him move personal items out of the apartment? Perhaps having your  Precious Baby Sister over as a House Guest may not have been a good idea while your in the middle of a breakup with your Boyfriend. That’s just me, but anyway! As a Native Baltimorean I know the area very well where the Apartment Complex is located, where Phylicia was staying with her Sister, and it is very common for Tenants to back a Moving Truck or vehicle up to the door of the building while moving in and out of their apartment. Watch this Video of local Charlotte, N.C. WCNC TV’s News clip, and observe where the Police K-9 lost the scent of young Phylicia Barnes.

WCNC TV: Missing Teen’s siblings believe Phylicia Barnes is still alive

Now, could it be possible, following my theory of how Tenants move in and out of apartment buildings in Baltimore, that the only two known Males to have reportedly been the last person(s) to see Phylicia alive, carried her body out of the apartment in some kind of container and loaded it onto their Moving Vehicle? Based on details highlighted in the Nightly News Broadcast, the trail of Phylicia last steps ends right at the front door of the Apartment Building. Also,I can’t help but wonder why Phylicia was falling asleep around the time that Older Sister Kelly was supposed to pick her up, and why Deena never asked to speak with Phylicia after having learned that two Men were there with this pretty little girl. The rationalization Deena offered, “we said well just let her sleep” doesn’t set well with me. It is quite possible that the Ex was sending Deena and Kelly the Text Messages to them on the morning and afternoon of that day. Why Text each other? Why not just call your 16 year old Sister? During the BTI Deena Barnes declined to mention the Ex Boyfriend’s (who has now hired an Attorney) name, initially stated the other Male at the apartment was young, but later said he was older than Phylicia. Moreover, during the BTI I could detect stress in Deena Barne’s voice when responding to certain pertinent questions surrounding the events of that day. At one point it seems as she paused for an eternity to respond to a question. Kelly seemed extremely nervous, timid, and appeared to be on the brink of disclosing something. The Older Brother, Brian, seemed to be the only one with a genuine interest in locating the whereabouts of Young Phylicia Barnes. At times during the BTI Kelly appeared to be non-attentive, unfocused, and appeared coached as you could practically hear someone whispering in the background. The other point of note is that Deena left the Radio Broadcast mid show for some unknown reason, and she has been consistently avoiding Media Exposure. Come on! We are talking about the disappearance of your Baby Sister! What on Earth could possibly be more important than that? Make no mistake about it, it is clear to me and many others who listened to the Blog Talk Interview of the Barnes Siblings, that Deena and Kelly have more information regarding the disappearance of their Baby Sister then what they are willing to communicate to Police. The fact they none of the Siblings seem to cast suspicion on the Ex Boyfriend and or his Younger Relative speaks volumes. Why would Deena protect an Ex in a case like this? Either they know what happened to Phylicia or they were directly involved! The Blog Talk Interview was as enlightening as it was disturbing. Listen for your self.

Blog Talk Interview With Barnes Siblings

I will keep you  posted as I continue in my efforts of trying to assist Authorities in locating and finding out what happened to Young Phylicia Barnes right here on the People’s Champion Blog!

13 years Later And The Nightmares Still Come

Warning: Blog Post may be Extremely Offensive

On occasion I would work the 11-7 shift. For me it was a chance to get some relaxation, the Inmates are all locked in, and the hardest part of working the shift, so I thought, was the body count. We were required to walk the tiers and awake Inmates in the middle of the night and have them stick their hand out so we could read their Inmate I.D. number. That was always a task because every other Inmate was hostile toward you. It was required though, 3 body counts during the shift was the only way you could be assured nobody had penetrated an escape, and it helped make sure everyone was safe. Safe by Jail standards meant the man was alive and breathing. there is nothing safe about being housed on the Steel Side. It seems as even in the early morning hours no one is safe, that’s why we had to walk the Catwalk (Caged perimeter) flashing your light looking for any sign of trouble. Some of the Inmates told me that they liked when I worked their section, because they could hear my Keys dangling as I walked the tiers. For them it was a sign that someone was looking out. Someone was actually working, and it gave assurance that help was just a few footsteps away. To others, the patter of steps, and dangling keys was an alarm. Inmates are notorious for passing kites (notes or messages), contraband and other items from cell to cell. Some had other criminal or rule violation intent and the only opportunity to execute their sadistic plans was when the CO wasn’t looking. As I walked or while I was sitting at my desk, I could hear faint whimpering, moans, and sometimes cries of distress. Those sounds could only be from one thing. Cell mates fighting or even more dreadful, the sounds were from young men or homosexuals being penetrated by another man. The sounds usually are followed by laughter from other inmates as everyone knew what was occurring. Sometimes I would hear  crude comments like, “Tear that mother fucker’s ass up”, “He fucking that nigga in the ass”, and “Save some of that asshole for me”. There were also those who were annoyed by the loud chatter, and would rebuke the hecklers by highlighting the fact that their excitement and jubilation condones homosexuality. Others called them faggits outright. This jail house dialogue almost certainly sparked a conflict. An Inmate would say, “Shut up mother fucker before I fuck you in your ass”. The selling of wolf tickets (Threats & Invitations to fight) would began. I would have to go to the location on the tiers and attempt to quiet the Inmates down. My efforts were often times futile as these kinds of incidents just gave Inmates something to talk, joke, and laugh about throughout the night. I would then have walk the tiers again to make sure a rape was not in progress as sex by inmates were a violation of Jail Policy. As I would get closer to the jail cell where the incident was, sometimes I could here bumps and thumps. and someone saying, “shut the fuck up”, which was typically the Inmate perpetrating the rape, beating his victim in an attempt to silence the Inmate who was being raped. I would stop and talk to some Inmates, conduct a visual search of the cell, and look for signs of an altercation. The Inmates would never tell. An Inmate who told, even after having been raped would be a marked man, because he would be deemed a snitcher, a major taboo by Jail standards, and he would have to pay a severe price if word got around he was cooperating with Jail Police. What I would often find, was Inmates housed in violation of policy (Inmates in a cell they are not assigned) It took me awhile to figure out what was going on. Inmates would threaten other Inmates and force them into a cell where the rape would occur. This all happened before Lock Time. Also, known homosexuals would trade contraband (Cigarettes, Money, and Drugs)  as well as commissary items like Cookies, Little Debbie Snack Cakes, Oodles of Noodles, Deodorant, and Sneakers etc. in exchange for sex. When an Inmate was found illegally housed, an investigation was conducted to find out why the man was not in his correct cell. These Inmates would never tell, and I would issue them a Ticket (Jail Infraction Notice) which meant they were sent to a Disciplinary Hearing, and often times would have to spend some time on Segregation (Lockup and held in cell 23 hours a day) and allowed out out their cell for only 1 hour.

To the weak or intimidated Inmate, this was a gift as the Segregation Unit served as a shelter for Inmates who were being bullied. Over the years I have taking several Inmates to the MDC (Men’s Detention Center) Clinic for complaints of rectal bleeding. The Inmate had to be discrete though, because if anyone knew about this, he would be a target for other Jail Sex Predators. If I ever found out about an Inmate raping someone, I would make certain that it was known to Staff and the Inmate Population. A tactic utilized to deter Jail House Raping, as the embarrassment of being classified as a Rapist brought repercussions. The inmate would be deemed either homosexual or targeted for rape by other inmates who despised such practices. Is this the right thing to do? Probably not, but it serves it’s Justice turning the table on would be Rapist and giving them a chance to experience how it feels to be raped. It also served as an Investigative tool for future Rape incidents, because Jail Staff could narrow down possible suspects if known Jail House Rapist were in the proximity where Rape Cries were overheard. To the experienced CO, it is not hard to tell which Inmates are running around Raping people. One time I overheard an Inmate telling another, young white kid, make sure you get all of those shit stains out of them draws. The Inmate was in the shower washing underwear. Dominate Inmates force their victims to perform humiliating acts to show dominance and to let others know that a man was their property. It isn’t always the typical white, young, and weak Inmate who falls prey to these kinds of criminals. If it were a Predominant White Inmate population, young Black Men would fall prey in these environments also, and likewise in Institutions with other Predominant Ethnicities.  I find it repulsive that grown men with the psuedo-macho Bravado demeanors claim stake to Street Credibility of having been to Prison and survived the ordeal, but hide behind the reality of having performed or victimized by homosexual acts. The Rape Screams in the Dark of the Night have always troubled me, and I wonder if I could have done more. The culture of Jail Life haunts me still to this day.

Next: BCDC’s Steel Side: The Night That Tyrone Pinder Died

It’s 317 a.m. EST and I am up again, cup of coffee in my hand, and shaking like a Junkie who needs a fix. I slow drag on a frog and wipe the type of my head in a backward motion trying to gain my composure, while starring glassy eyed into the T.V., but it’s not on. Then the Pacing comes. Walking back in forth from one area of the house to the next, and trying to keep my mind occupied. After a little while I get tired again and I climb back into bed. I’m good for the rest of the night. The only problem though, is these sequence of events are ongoing. The result of awakening in the dark of the night with flash backs from some horrifying stories which I am about to share with you. My days working as a Correctional Officer at the Baltimore City Detention Center are still with me as Ghost of the Past remind me of the horrors of life on The Steel Side.

Fast Rewind: J Section First Floor North Building 1995; Population Class Maximum Security

It’s Late Summer and the Steel must be 185 degrees or at least it sure felt like it. The Baltimore City Police Commissioner has implemented a Zero Tolerance Ordinance for the City, in a Campaign to show muscle targeting Violent Crimes, and trying to gain Political Points for upcoming Elections. Everybody in there Mother who gave Cops a hard time that year ended up at Central Booking. The Jail was so overcrowded that Housing Units designed to house 100 Inmates were now Holding 400. As the Population grew the Correctional Staff was cut. You had to pay some serious dues working down there in the hole where all Rookie COs start out. Who ever came up with that idea must have been Mentally Ill. I can’t dramatize it enough for you, but to make it plain, image trying to keep 400 angry, violent, irritated felons locked behind a Steel Cage that had to be open like every other minute. Then try  keeping an accurate count on your Front Gate Sheet (Official Body Count List). Then make your rounds on the tiers (thats right you had to walk among them) to make sure nobody was getting Raped or Shanked to Death. Oops! Wait a minute I have to call a Code 10-16 (Inmate fight) J section, 10-16 J-Section. The Jail Control Center hears my transmission and Radios Jail Wide. All J Units 10-16 J-Section, 10-16 J-Section! All available Units Please Respond.  I step back from the Steel Grille looking into the Hall, then I see them coming (responding Jail Police), and at that time I step back in and unlock the Grille. Those Inmates who know the drill get out of the way, but those who choose to be spectators are met with a rush from a wave of Correctional Staff responding to quell the disturbance. The next thing you hear is the cries, screams, and anxiety of inmates being met with extremely violent force. Some fight back, but their efforts are futile as they are pummeled, kicked, and stomped until their injuries require treatment at the Local Emergency Room. The Building Commander is satisfied his Unit is back under control and puts out a 10-32 (Sufficient Units on the Scene) call to Jail Control. The  Inmates are carried or escorted away, and life goes back to normal like nothing ever happened. It’s Lunch time and now I have to open these Steel Grilles to allow Working Men (Inmates) on to the Section to feed my guys. They could have anything on them from money, drugs, cigarettes, or a shank. So I command them, “On the Wall Gentleman” (Hands on the Wall in preparation for Frisk search) They Buck (refuse), and I call another Code. Code 2 J-Section, Code 2 J-Section, and again Jail Control dispatches additional Jail Units to my Section, but this time the Code is a Call for Assistance from a Correctional Officer. Somebody is about to go to the Hospital (shock Trauma). See a 10-16 is a routine call to break up an Inmate Fight, and the only Officers who responded to those kinds of calls were the Bad Asses who wanted to, and liked to fight. Any kind of Code that gave the slightest impression that a Correctional Officer was in harms way typical drew response from everybody working in the facility that day, even from other buildings. After I called the Code they wanted to comply and began begging for me to call off the dogs. (Booking Dogs. I’ll explain later) It was too late, besides I knew their initial resistance to my request to  search them only meant one thing. They were Dirty (carrying something on their person) and I was in danger anyway. One thing I learned in Corrections, and that is if I have to fight, I want the upper hand. So the Jail Units respond to my section and beat the pure shit out of these guys. Four of them were carried away on stretchers, and in the process of it all, some guys started to mouth off at the Police from behind the Steel Grille. A CO used a Master Key to open the Grille and went on the Tier. A huge fight broke out, and the Lieutenant orders a Lock Down. The Inmates Buck causing the Brass to call off all Jail Units from the Housing Unit. By this time J-1 (the Major) has arrived on the scene. I can say this with complete conviction. J-1 was the most vial, cruddy, and calculated piece of shit that I have ever encountered on the face of the Earth. J-1 Radios to Control to put the entire Complex on MSC (Maximum Security Conditions) which was a complete Lockdown. This meant the only thing moving Inmate wise was escorted by Correctional Staff. Control advises that all Housing Units are now Secure, and J-1 Calls a Code Red (Tactical Situation). Every CO assigned to the Tac Team responded to the Segregation unit to Suit Up (Riot Gear). I hear them coming and I step back out of the way. I really didn’t know what to expect, because I had heard about the Tac Team (a.ka. Booking Dogs) which had guys with nicknames like Pitbull and Satan etc., but I had never seen them in action. J-1 steps to the Grille and announces to the Inmates, “anybody on this housing Unit who don’t want any of this lock in your Cells now”. A few complied, but the general Inmate Code was never show fear to others especially Jail Police, so the majority continued to Buck. J-1 steps back and looks down the Hall and nods his head signaling the Tac Commander indicating he had a Green Light to take back the Section. Now I’m standing there watching this feeling pretty bad, 5 Inmates have already been sent for Medical Treatment all Bloodied up, and this looked like it was about to get even more Brutal. I mean the Working Men situation was one thing, because those guys were completely out of order, but the fight that started this last incident was sparked by Staff. The Inmates were locked behind the Grille and that was a controlled situation. The Police went in there and started some shit with the Inmates. I totally disagree with this Use of Force. So, the Grilles are opened and I will not describe what occurred for obvious reasons, but it was probably one of the most heinous acts of Use of Force that I observed in my entire Tenure at BCDC. I made the decision at that moment that I would never call another Code unless I knew for a fact that I was about to be killed. I never called another Code again while working there.

Like most Law Enforcement Agencies, there are Codes of Conduct that Officers are expected to adhere too. The Maryland Inmate Population at that time was roughly 750 Inmates to 1 Correctional Officer Statewide. The general consensus was that if an Inmate committed an act of violence against Jail Police, they were to be sent 911 to Shock Trauma. I even remember J-1 saying this during lineup a few times. The greatest fear by Jail Management was that Staff was so outnumbered by the Inmate Population that such violent measures had to instituted as a deterrent to acts of violence against Jail Employees. I disagreed with that. I never understood the idea of 12-15 COs Kicking and stomping a man. That’s completely unnecessary and excessive force. I defend my position with the fact that in all the years I was Employed there, I never once had to put my hands on an Inmate, and I don’t think it was because Inmates were fearful that they might get beat badly. I think it was because of the way I conducted myself. Just because a man is incarcerated, that doesn’t make him any less of a man. People make mistakes, and if not but for God, there go I. Prisons have been getting away with these kinds of crimes for Centuries, because Society’s outlook on prisoners is that their the dregs of society, and they should be treated badly. I disagree once again. However, I some what empathize with the mindset that some Violent Offenders have committed acts so heinous that Society would benefit by their removal from humanity. Prisons are like a jungle with nothing but caged animals. I am here to also bare witness that many of those so called animals are men and women dressed in Blue Uniforms.

Fast Forward:  K Section Recreation Mass Movement

One of the biggest fears in any Correctional Setting is large movements of Inmate Populations from one part of the Institution to the next. Federal Decree says that Inmates are entitled to recreation time by Law. K section is adjacent to J Section and by far 2 of the worst Housing Units in all of the Jail. There is a Court Yard and the MDC (Men’s Detention Center) Gym to provided this Federal Mandated recreation for the Inmates. They alternate using the Facilities, meaning if a Section used the Gym one day, the next Rec would have to be outside in the Courtyard. Jail Control Radios J-45 are you ready for Rec. I acknowledge yes, open both Grilles, and stand back while the 400 Inmates pile out into the halls in route upstairs to the 3rd floor. My eyes are peeled on them watching    diligently as many a people have been killed during Mass Movements. Not only that, but some of the worst Prison Riots in History were the result of Planed attacks on Correctional Staff during Mass Movements of  Violent Inmates. My job is to observe until everyone is off the Housing Unit and in route to Rec. I must then Patrol the section insuring that no one was left behind. Oh shit! I hear a code. 10-16 First Floor North Building. That’s right outside my Section. I run out onto the floor and saw a man down near the Key Post (Station which Controls Traffic Flow). He was bleeding extremely bad. I look closer and I see a large chunk of metal protruding from about his eye. He is screaming as if he was being burned alive, and I was frozen almost to a complete shock. I had never seen anything remotely close to that before. The blood was pouring out the man’s face so bad it looked like a Water Main Break, but only on his face. I hear the radio again, “Control we have a man with a sever puncture womb. He is gonna need to go 911”. I honestly don’t recall anything that happened next. In fact I couldn’t tell you what happened for the next few weeks. I was pretty much numb to all going on around me. I was a Zombie and St Pauli’s Girl Lager was my Medicine of choice to cope with my working reality. I do recall someone mentioning to me later on the day of the incident that the Inmate didn’t make it. No shit! How could he with blood pouring out of his face onto the floor like Niagara Falls. What I learned later on during the Investigative Process is that the Inmate should have never been assigned to my Housing Unit. He was charged with a Sex Crime and the Inmate who perpetrated the attack on him was a relative of the victim. When Defendants who are charged with these kinds of crimes enter the Facility, the Administration typically puts a tag on them. For instance do not House in POP (Population), because certain crimes are extremely heinous even by Inmate Standards. The Inmate was slated to be House in PC ( Protective Custody) and some how at the last minute is Housing Class was altered. The Only person(s) who has the ability to do that is Traffic Officers (Assign and Track Inmate Housing) or a Supervisory Lieutenant and above. Explain that to me. No I’ll explain it. I find it very ironic that not only was this man’s Housing Class changed, but he just happened to end up on the same Unit as the Brother of the Victim listed on his charging documents. Much of the violence in Prisons are spearheaded, condoned, and conspired by Correctional Staff along with Inmates. I got the message early on. Don’t trust anyone, and by all means watch your back.

— To be continued

Next: BCDC’s Steel Side II: Rape Screams In The Dark Of The Night

They say the economy is bad right now, but I still see people driving around in Lexus Sedans, Lamborginis, wearing Rolex Watches, and a trip to any local Night Spot is like a scene out of the popular T.V. Series Entourage. More and more society appears to be concern with Social Popularity, Status Symbolism, and keeping up with their neighbors Mr & Mrs Jones. Coming from an impoverish  background, I have always kept it simple. I don’t wear Jewelry, shop the discount section at Macy’s, and basically try to live within my own means. Now, to a lot of females I know, that’s an immediate turn off. It seems as if the old adage about a man being measured by the face of the green backs in his wallet or his credit rating still holds true by modern society’s standards. Not all woman are like that though. Thank God. I must admit that it took me a long time to come to that level of objectivity. When we have experienced certain character traits within others continuously, we tend to place labels or categorize an entire group based on our negative interaction with individuals which we seem to forget, that we ultimately chose to associate.  I am guilty of this, however, I can honestly say that my attraction by others seems to always lean toward what I could provide them. I have played the game well, now in my mid-40’s, and 2 kids out of wedlock later, I am still very simple in terms of how I live, and my perception toward materialism remains the same. My Parents Union was founded on the idea of partnership, working to provide for their kids, and taught all of us that those luxuries in life that many people seek could be obtained through diligence and hard work. Only cautioning us to be mindful that for every dollar spent, that there should be at least a dollar saved for a rainy day. For a lot of people that sort of conscious long term kind of thinking never enters their thought process when delving into their pockets to buy those Ugg Boots, the latest fashion, or upgrading their 2 year old BMW. Perhaps it’s living in Poverty during my youth that has me in a budgetary state of mind. Maybe, “I’m out of my League” Socially and Economically, as my Son’s Grand Father once told me, that has me micro managing the money I spend. I don’t exactly know what it is, but a lot of people who look like me sure have a lot more to spend then I do, so it seems. The reality of it all when your talking about that Socio-Economic perception that many seem to care so much about, is that barring Credit Cards, support from your Spouse, Mom & Dad, or what ever support base  you have, we live from pay check to pay check. People won’t admit that for what ever reason. It’s true though, unless you have a serious Investment Portfolio that you can cash in and retire, like the rest of us, your working to survive. You can’t tell this from your friends and those who you associate with though, because many of them would have you thinking, if you let them tell it, that they are living the good life and the American Dream. Sipping champagne on the shores of Malibu, Vacationing in Aruba, making a six figure income, and pushing a $100k automobile every 2 years. Hey some probably are living that lifestyle and I tip my hat to them. Many of us in the real world though, know this kind of living is still much to be desired. I think people are really confused about what the “American Dream” is.  People have the idea that the more material and financial wealth that you obtain that you have arrived at the pinnacle of success. That’s not necessarily true. I know a lot of people who have money coming out of their rear, but have a unfaithful spouse, cronic illness, or are simply unhappy as a general rule. So, what is success? what is the American Dream? We all know this is ambiguous by the very nature of society’s diverse culture. people will come up with all kinds of rationalizations for why they spend their finances on the foolish things they buy. Some will say you only live once! I work hard all week and I deserve to treat myself. I could go on and on. You have to ask yourself, “do you think it’s wise” to go on 4 Cruises every year, only to end up with a cash shortage come September when little Sarah needs school clothes. The story I am about to share with you gave me the urge to Blog about this topic, because I really don’t think that most have a clue or even care for that matter. People live well above their means and often find themselves in a very embarrassing predicament.

I pull up to 7/11 last night and there are 2 Stratford Town Police cruisers and a Taxi Cab parked outside. I enter the store and notice that there is a very large Leather Gucci Bag on the counter, all of it’s contents spread about, and see Police speaking with a very well dressed African American female in the rear of the store. I am a regular customer. The store clerk knows me well. I ask him what’s going on. He tells me that the lady doesn’t have money to pay her cab fare. I’m like Wow! Then I hear the Police say to her, “Why are you pressing balance? Balance won’t give you cash, besides that’s a Credit Card!” First thing I think is, she is  stalling. The Cab Driver comes in and says hey look I have to go. I am losing money waiting here. he then exclaims to the lady, “That’s a very nice coat. I’ll take that for the fair”, in a very sarcastic tone as if he was mocking her appearance, but she lack cash to pay a simple cab fare. The lady yells back to him, “Are you fucking crazy? This is a $25,000 Chinchilla”. She was so arrogant about the fact that her clothes were expensive, but didn’t seem to grasp how clownish her predicament appeared to onlookers. So the Police give her ample time to try and come up with the $20 bucks she owes the cabbie, but to no avail she doesn’t have it. Now, correct me if I am wrong. The only way that a credit card doesn’t grant a cash withdrawal is if the Card has been placed in pickup status or she had exceeded her spending limit. Meaning that the Creditor is requesting that the Card be surrendered or they simply deactivated it. How do you not know this. Well, like somebody said, “shit happens” and this is true, but you don’t catch a Cab to go get cash. Hell you could be driving around all night trying to find a working ATM. This was very embarrassing. I even felt embarrassed and I didn’t have anything to do with it. It’s just that she made a spectacle of herself, the Cops were both White, and everyone else in the store looking on were White as well. So the Police become restless and decide to arrest her. Now she is shocked, acts as if a crime was being committed against her, and didn’t seem to understand what grounds they were going to arrest her. She demands to know what she is being placed under arrest for, and before the Police could respond, I said to her, “for theft of service”. The Police turns and looks at me and said, “yes, for theft of service”. She is really upset now crying saying they are locking her up on her Birthday. They place her in the Police cruiser, and at the last minute I was asked, “why don’t you buy something and let her pay for it with her Credit Card and you give her the cash”. I considered it, but I couldn’t overcome the lady’s arrogance. She had on enough jewelry to put Mr. T to shame. If she really wanted too, she could have settled the fare with the cabbie, besides I think she was running a scheme that backfired on her. Everyone isn’t a sucker for a Pretty Woman. People need to learn to live within their means, and if they just simply have to have life’s luxuries, then they should make sure that before they shell out $25,000 on a Fur Coat, they have enough cab fare to get home. If not then the American Dream just might be a Bust or busted in her case. I can’t help but think how she felt sitting in that holding cell at Central Booking wearing that damn coat. What a Bust!

Like many Urban towns in America Baltimore City is not immune from the Societal Ills that permeates predominate African American Communities. The trash, broken glass thrown allies, rat and rodent infested dwellings, decaying buildings, and graffiti filled scenic backdrop depicts the City’s subcultural acceptance of lawlessness, and degraded living by it’s Citizens. Not just that, but Baltimore is home to the Nations Most Uneducated Black Americans. Her Ports have made Heroin Solicitation a very lucrative Industry. Baltimore’s Teenage Girls have produced more babies then any other City in America for the last 5 decades indisputably. Moreover, if these alarming statistical facts are not discouraging enough for people thinking about visiting Baltimore, those who are ignorant to the Town’s History should be aware that Baltimore also stakes claim to having one of the Nation’s Highest Homicide Rates, and has been confirmed by the Center For Decease Control (CDC) as having the Highest Rate of  Incurable Sexually Transmitted Deceases. For me however, Baltimore is Home and I know her culture well. It’s extremely difficult for me to understand why any Parent would allow their straight A Honor Roll teen daughter to visit such a problematic City unsupervised. Janice Sallis, a Monroe, N.C. mom did just that over the recently past Christmas Holiday, and her child hasn’t been seen since.

16 year old Phylicia Barnes was last seen on December 28, 2010 as she walked to a local West Baltimore business to purchase food. The Beautiful College kid had been staying with a half Sister, apparently had been drinking, and not properly being supervised by her elder Sister. The details leading up to young Phylicia’s disappearance appear very sketchy. City Police have revealed based on information obtained from interviews conducted with those with knowledge of the case, that as many as 20 young men were reported to have frequented the apartment where the Barnes kid had been staying. Unfortunately, stories like this where young and pretty African American teen girls go missing are not uncommon in Baltimore. Tragic as this story may be, young people vanishing in the dark of the night in Baltimore has been occurring since the onset of the American Industrial Revolution. That’s just what has happened to Phylicia Barnes. She is just gone, and nobody knows anything. I could sit here for years and write a Human Interest Story highlighting how Black People are responsible for this, but what good would that do? We can only hope and pray for the best. Maybe there is some extremely unusual explanation for her disappearance. As positive as such a thought process seems, the reality is the likelihood of such an outcome is bleek at best. There are those who want to take this opportunity to raise racial disparity claims about this case, likening Phylicia’s disappearance with that of Alabama teen Natalie Hollaway’s story, and bashing the Media for not going into a frenzy over a Black Child’s disappearance as if White People are responsible. It’s sad that we can’t get over the fact that much of the violent and abhorrent crimes committed against African Americans are done so by the hands of those who look like us. What about the sick sadistic individual(s) who may have abducted or murdered this precious child? We seem to blame everyone but ourselves for our own condition. I’m sorry, but I must speak the truth here, and Janice Sallis, Phylicia’s Mother must stake claim to much of the burden here. A 16 year old girl from rural North Carolina being allowed to visit Baltimore alone? Unimaginable if it were my Daughter.

CNN: “Let My Baby Go”

I am not trying to pour salt on an open womb here, but many times I think we don’t except the honest, and uncut raw truth about ourselves. It’s about finding Phylicia now, and giving her family closure despite what condition she is returned to them. As a Parent I can tell you, I would want my baby back dead or alive, because the reality of not knowing would forever haunt me. I would replay my own decisions in my head over and over again, pondering what may have happened to her, and second guessing myself. This is nightmarish alone, the not knowing part, but I pray for this child’s safe return.

I pride myself on not being a violent person, but I do not apologize for reserving the right to become violent in the defense of me and my family, especially the female members of my family. As a child I was taught that a real Man was the keeper of the Home. Home was described as the final frontier as there is no other place of refuge. My Father used to say, “If I can’t come home to peace, then I have nothing to live for”. I live by that cliche literally. That’s why I can’t understand why Black Men stand by and allow these kinds of tragedies to befall upon women in their families. If it were my child, some one would tell me something. One of those 20 or so ignorant young Black Bastards knows something about what happened to young Phylicia Barnes, and it would take the City Police to stop me from obtaining that information or another Parent would be in grief with me over the lost of their Male Child. An Eye  for an Eye? Naw, that’s too convenient. Street Justice is exactly what it is. I mean don’t get me wrong, I will admit that violence only begets more violence, but we must ask ourselves how long will our Mothers have to continue to bury their seeds prematurely? Haven’t the Black community seen enough of our kids murdered for no other provocation other then the fact that some idiot took their life just because. We have endured so much, lost so many Black Folk from Slavery to Jim Crow, and I’ll be damn if we should stand by and watch our kids Murdered by our own people. Black Man stand up and be a Man.

Dr. Martin Luther King: “Be A Man”

The only reason why Cities like Baltimore continues down a path of Darkness and extreme Desolation is because Black Men, and educated Black People have become too consumed with the “It’s not my problem syndrome”. Not long ago White Men would slap your Grand Father and your Grand Mother upside the head in disrespect because they were considered to be little boys and girls. Not long ago your parents had to sneak in the back door of Business’ to buy food  or other essentials. Not long ago you couldn’t even be seen in certain parts of the towns in which many of you now currently live in. So we have traded that kind of living for the murderous behavior that now plagues the Black Community? I reject that perception, and not just that, but I think that we need to deal with any Man that attempts to hurt any one of female children, especially other Black Men. The Passiveness of Black men must end today! Hug your child tonight before bed, savior every moment you have with them, because a child name Phylicia Barnes may never be held by her Parents ever again. Before bed say a prayer for this child and her family. May God have Mercy on us All.

Bismiallah ir Rahman ir Raheem (In the name of god)

Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem (In the Name of God)

It is said in the Holy Quran that the Muslim who conceals the faults of another Muslim, that on the Day of Judgement God would conceal one of his faults. That being said my narrative will exclude the name of my fallen Beloved Brother.

You can hear  the sound of his articulate voice piercing through your ears like a knife.  The dark chocalate brown Minister from the locally based Nation of Islam speaks with tenacity and his message spews out to the masses, encouraging some, and raining down like venom to others. Make no mistake about it, the emaculately dressed speaker appears built for the task, as I stood with him in solidarity at a NAACP Rally supporting the family of, and condemning racist Stratford Connecticut Police, for punching 15 year old Titasheen Mitchell in the face. The City Council Person for that District was also arrested during that incident for intervening in Official Police Business, as he attempted to correct what he saw. A Big Burly white Police Officer punching a female in the face. The message was loud and clear. It is a Black Man’s duty and responsibility to protect their women. It was a Proud day to be a Black Man in Connecticut that day. When the Minister left the podium, I saw Stratford Police following his entourage of 6 Brothers from the Nation providing security, as they jotted down the registration of his vehicle. Proud, but worried could only describe my emotions as I wondered what might happen to my Brother. I am not a member nor have I ever been a member of the Nation of Islam, but as a Muslim I have come to respect their position as it relates to Socialism in America. I am a Sunni (practice the way of life of the Prophet Mohamed;peace and blessings be upon him) Muslim or practice the Sunna as it is refered. It is important to establish a dinstinction here, because many don’t even acknowledge members of the Nation of Islam as Muslims. However, I know the Minister reference in this Blog Post, and know him to be a Man of Upright Character. Also, he just happens to be the childhood friend of my significant other. They went to Private School together during thier childhood, obtained their Bachelor, and Masters Degree in Science Education. Not just that, but they were Educators in the exact same school, and the exact same Science Department for years together. When the Brother Minister applied for a job as an Administrator, it was my Lady who wrote his Reccomendation. When the Brother Minister applied for a Doctoral Program it  was my Lady that wrote his Reccomendation for that as well. A trusted friend? No, more like her Brother I would say.  The only problem is that the shock from realizing who people really are, some times hit you in the gut like a Mack Truck.  I’ll expound on that later in the Blog.

The Brother Minister went on to become an assistant Principal probably because of the assistance of my Lady, a well respected Educator in the Bridgeport School System, as well as surrounding Fairfield County. Not a bad accomplishment for an Inner City Kid who went to Private School next door to the School he was assigned at the time. They pushed each other, challenged each other to move on and achieve on the next level. She spoke of him often like any proud sister would of her Married, financially stable, and accomplished Brother. Something must have went drastically wrong. A few years ago, 2007 to be exact, she began to tell me about strange phone calls she was getting in the middle of the night, and on nights that I was at work. Initially we dismissed the calls as prank calls from kids. She teaches High School kids and also Coaches the Cheer Team at her school, so maybe one of the kids gave her Cell Number to the wrong person. The calls came more frequently with lude sex comments, sexual sounds, and on one occasion it appeared as if the caller was engaging in sexual intercourse. I saw the frustration on her face and knew she had become worried. I instructed my Lady on how to use my firearm, and shopped around for a small compact weapon that would be more suitable for her, because I believed we had a sick deranged lunatic on the prowl. I began to enforce strict security measures around the house, fearful that this fool was watching the house on nights that I wasn’t home. When I was at home he wouldn’t call her, but like clock work, the calls would come soon as I left for work. The calls stopped all of a sudden, but she did receive calls during the fall of 2010 although they weren’t as frequent as before. So, I am seated in the Den a few weeks ago as I hear the broadcast from News 8, “A New Haven Assistant Principal has been arrested on charges of Stalking and Harassment”. I look up, only to see the Brother Minister’s Picture on the News. I ran up stairs and awoke my Lady who was sleeping on the living room sofa, turned on the News, and watched with her, what has turned out to be one of the most disappointing experiences that either of us could have ever imagined. The charging documents show that he had apparantly been calling Teachers, school support Staff, and other females for years. One victim was called over a thousand times. I knew that the best way to catch this person was to document calls, call your cell carrier, and alert the Police. My Lady had began taking records of the calls, but stopped doing so after the calls ceased. We were completely floored after finding out that the “Perverted Caller” was the Brother Minister. My lady brought it to my attention that the New Haven City Police had been calling her cell. She knew that I am the former Traffic and Parking Enforcement Field Supervisor for the City of New Haven, and thought maybe they were calling for me from a backup number they had on record, or maybe a former co-worker was attempting to contact me. She just forgot about those calls. To satisfy her curiosity she listened to the messages from NH Police again and discovered that the Police Detective conducting the Investigation on the Brother Minister was the exact same Police Official trying to contact her.  So it’s completely confirmed now that the asshole calling in the middle of the night, stalking her, frightening her, and causing the entire house to be on super security alert was in fact her Brother. How fucking sick is that? I mean don’t get me wrong, I am a prankster, and I have called people like Brother Tommy from the syndicated Morning Radio Show, but after a few calls the joke is over, you get a laugh, and move on to something else. A 1000 calls to one female? At what point does this become a clinical issue? What purpose was the calls made? Were they made to satisfy a sexual desire? Who gets off over telephone calls? Oh, wait, wait a minute. I mean phone boning as they call it. You walk around here with your shanty Bow tie, crisp Brookes Brothers suit, and presenting yourself as a Man of the People. God’s People at that. Excuse me as I get beside myself. Brother Minister you need to have your ass beat. I don’t mean that in some retalitory fashion, but Islamic Law says that for these kinds of crime, the penalty should be a beating, and by Brothers of one another. Islamically this calls for a public beating. You know this brother Minister. In fact if you had relations with any of these Women you should be put to death. These are serious charges. Many may not understand of the language that I am now speaking, but those who know the Quran know that I am speaking true Islamic Law. What I further fail to understand is why would you engage in such action knowing that at some point, one of these females would report the calls to the authorities. Not only that, but if you were seeking sexual pleasures, Allah allows for you to bare multiple wives as long as you can provide equally for them all. You shame you Wife, jeopardize your 6 figure income, and your child by having your likeness associated with sick, sadistic, and pure perversion all over the Media, and spread all over every Major Newspaper in the State? Perhaps you forgot who you were Brother Minister. An Educated Black Man who spoke on Television, led marches and rallies for the advancement of People of Color, and more importantly working in a job that extends contact with young  minds on a daily basis. If it’s an illness my Brother seek the appropriate Counseling Facility right away. If it’s a perverted sexual appetite that you seek, then by all means go to the Masjid so your brothers can promptly beat your ass! I will be the first to admit that perhaps I may have crossed the line here, but when you attack my Lady you basically attacked me.

We hold no ill feelings, for the Quran clearly states, “that attack your enemy as long as he pursues and attacks you. When he ceases and attacks you not, then too must you cease and attack him not.” It is also written that we don’t truely believe until we want for our Brothers that which we want for ouselves. The rumors that I have been hearing, that Police are setting up the Minister because of the Nation of Islam, is basically pure Bullshit! Speak with your mouth and your heart confessing these transgressions and lets all move on. I denounce your actions and find them despicable, but I am a Muslim and i must forgive you once you have confessed.  May God have Mercy on us All!

Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem (In the Name of God)

As a Parent like most God Fearing people, I want, hope, and wish the best for my kids. Even after  my children become responsible adults the parenthood won’t stop. I’ll Pray for them and hold their hand, if need be, during their time of trouble. One Bridgeport, Connecticut  mother is preparing to do just that.

The 11 day ordeal surrounding the sudden and very suspicious disappearance of 22 year old Courtney “Skittlez” Davis is now over. The attractive Warren Harding High Grad Mother sounded the alarm close to two weeks ago when “Skittlez”, as she is affectionately known (always eating skittles candy), failed to come home from work one night. The young Bridgeport Native was last seen by a friend as they shared a cab ride home from a local mall where they were both employed. After a frantic plea from young Courtney’s Mother was broadcast on local television, her disappearance story went viral on the Facebook and Twitter Social Networks. Former Teachers, local Congregates, and City Police have been scrambling to track Ms. Davis’ last steps prior to her last sighting. The Cab Driver who picked up the young woman’s fare, was identified through Mall Security Surveillance, and has been under very heavy scrutiny. City Police conducted a long interview with the man and he has reportedly been kept under constant watch. Police investigative efforts regarding the Cabbie were not necessary, because Davis was arrested in Upstate New York near Syracuse today and booked on forgery charges. Only sketchy details have been released surrounding her charges as the Story has just recently broke in local Media. The quick turn of events has many who were very concerned angered by what appears to be a deliberate “disappearance act” by the young woman to avoid criminal prosecution.  I am sure there is a sigh of relief by the Davis Parent, not concerned about her daughter’s alleged crime, and she probably has been to the New York Lock Up where her child is currently being held. Recent News Broadcast regarding the on going investigation into the discovery of 4 woman whose bodies were found 2 days ago in a gated New York Community, probably didn’t help sooth the Davis Parent’s worries. Police involved in the New York homicides cases have alerted Citizens in that Town of a possible Serial Killer on the loose. However, I think the most agonizing period of the Davis Story is the period of time Courtney had gone missing without her Mother having any contact with her. I can’t imagine having to endure this kind of ordeal. No Parent should have to wonder if they will ever see their child again. Also, I can’t help but wonder if the Mother was being completely honest with authorities looking for her Daughter. It is very suspicious that the Davis woman went missing for such along time and the dramatic discovery of her surfacing to face criminal charges. Thank God she was found alive, a rare result, when beautiful young Black Women go missing. I only hope her predicament turns into a fruitful learning experience for her. Sleep good tonight Mother Davis, your baby is in trouble, but she is alive and well. God knows we can do without the untimely loss of another Young Black Child.

Black Child where are you going

Do you know your Mother is looking for you

Black Child what are you doing

They say your running again, is this true

Black Child I want to talk to you

Do you know how much love I have for you

Black Child

David B. Adams – 1992

Many will read the Headline of my Blog Post and conclude that I am insane, but my research, supported facts, and arguments are well documented regarding the Secret Order of the U.S. Government, many so called Social Organizations i.e. Fraternities, Sororities, and other Secretive Elitist & Class originated Totalitarian Cults. Far too long the Masses of the Human Race have been ignorant to the behind the scenes dealings of those who claim to be illumanous from the ills of the World’s normality. They have successfully forged a society where in they can pave the course of the world Community’s direction, often times for Political, Financial gain, and often to a Satanic resolve. What am I talking about? I am specifically talking about the Participation in O-Cult like ritual practices found in many of these organizations that date back to Ancient Babylon, and more specifically the Idolation of False Gods like the Druid worshiped Sun God Molech in Leviticus 18:1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,21,23. Well it’s all true. World Leaders including many past U.S. Presidents are in fact engaging in Satanic O-Cult rituals where an infant child is sacrificed to a Stone Owl God in “effigy” (so they say) to a 40 foot Stone Owl called “The Great Owl of Bohemia” seen below.

Notice the date on this picture taken within the confines of Bohemian Grove

A closer look at the Bohemian Owl God symbolic of the Druid God Molech

The Molech like God or “Great Owl of Bohemia” Hidden on the U.S. Dollar Bill.

Those who are familiar with the teachings of the Bible are aware of the Druids or Caanites who practice Polytheism and were known to sacrifice infant children to the Sun God Molech. Later on the ritual began the practice of burning the children alive until they were dead. What does any of this have to do with President Obama? Well the fact is that many of our past Presidents are known members of the Secretive Bohemian Society or the so called Illuminati (It’s Structure seen below).

For the sake of my argument I will pause this Blog Post and allow you to be the judge for yourselves. In 2001 a texas based Radio Journalist named Alex Jones was able to successfully infiltrate into the grounds of the Bohemian Grove, and for the first time capture the so called “Cremation of Care” ritual ceremony. (ceremony which depicts sacrificing one’s cares in the world to prepare them for what they have to do i.e. sending thousands of young men and women to War). The below photo dated 1909 was taken during a “Cremation of Care” Ceremony within the Bohemian Grove.

The person is clearly a black child or a midget. He is strapped down on a board. One of the figures in the foreground appears to be a policeman. The picture is dated 1909.

The actual program given to Bohemian grove participants during the 2000 Cremation of Care Ceremony.

Experts say that the image being sacrificed in the pit below the Molech like Owl of Bohemia is anatomically that of a child. Notice the size of the head of the image in relationship to it’s hands. Only children have this anatomic characteristic

I implore you to watch Alex Jone’s Documentary on this in it’s entirety then Judge for yourself. Click the link below to watch “Dark Secrets Inside Bohemian Grove”, by Alex Jones.

Dark Secrets Inside Bohemian Grove