Over the weekend a 25 year Philadelphia Police Veteran was arrested by the FBI in what has been called an extortion scheme. The Top Cop bust has come on the heels of a barrage of arrest of Philadelphia’s so called finest. In recent months dozens of Philly Police Officers have been caught in Internal Investigation stings ranging from robbery, drug soliciting, and prostitution rings. We have heard it all before, not just in Philly, but around the nation as rogue cops engage in criminal activity as if it were just another day on the job. This latest crack down on Philly Cops does comes as a shock too many familiar with the long standing reputation that the Philadelphia Police has acquired over the years as a racist and corrupt agency. Few remember the particularly violent stint that occurred in Philly during the Post Civil Rights Era, when Police Brutality was the order of the day in a Mobbed Up Frank Rizzo Police Department. Also many are still mindful of the Move Bombing, in which Pennsylvania State Police got authorization to drop a Bomb on the Move Nationalist Head Quarters Compound in North Philadelphia, and allowing the fire to burn until a complete City Block was leveled. The Mayor, Wilson Goode, the Police Chief took much criticism over the incident, but it would be the Fire Chief who would take the ultimate blame. Citing the loss of life which many were children within the Move Compound, the incident heightened tensions within the Black Community, and highlighted what many called just another racist act carried out by a Racist Philly Police State.

However, many are probably more aware of the 28 year plight of Internationally recognized Journalist, former Black Panther, and so called Convicted Cop Killer Mumia Abu Jamal. Mumia has been on Death Row since 1982 for allegedly killing a Philadelphia Police Officer. Mumia’s case has drawn support from World Leaders Mikhail Gorbachev,  Bishop Desmond Tutu, Nelson Mandela, The French Prime Minister, and other National Figures alike. At issue is the fact that many of the so called witness’ who testified against Mumia, have sinced recanted their stories, and have stated they were coerced into lieing by Corrupt Philly Cops. The Judge in the case was overheard stating,”I’m gonna help them (Police) fry that nigger”. He apparently did so as blacks were excluded from the Jury Pool. Not only that, but there has since been a man named Arnold Beverly, who has come forward and admitted to the killing of Officer Faulkner in which Mumia is now on Death Row for. Beverly also says he was hired by Mobbed up Philly Cops who wanted the young Faulkner out of the way, because he was interfering with Mob Business. One of te key parts of Beverly’s statement that adds serious credibility to his claims is that, he admits that he and another person committed the murder on Faulkner. This appears to be crucial evidence, because there was one witness who reported seeing two Black men running away from the scene after Faulkner had been shot. Moreover, though Philly cops say that Mumia’s gun which he was licensed to carry was on the ground right next to him, the bullet retrieved from Faulkner’s body was not the caliber of Mumia’s gun. There also was no ballistic testing of Mumia’s weapon nor was there any test conducted to determine whether Mumia had fired a weapon on the night of the Faulkner Killing. So, just like in many other criminal cases that we are now learning about when the convicted was unjustly charged, the recent arrest of Bad Cops in a Town with a Notorious reputation for corruption, those who are in doubt about the plight of Mumia Abu Jamal should simply reconsider the facts of the case. I have never heard of a Capital Murder Case where the real killer comes forward, yet the wrongly accused is not set free. America’s last Political Prisoner Mumia Abu Jamal will forever be synonymous with the term “Rail Road”! Free Mumia Now!

David B. Adams

The People’s Champion

Over the years I have written many Human Interest Stories that have touched me deeply, but occasionally I encounter a story that strikes right down to the very inner core of most compassionate, God fearing, and Civilized People. We struggle to discern the premise for violent acts by mankind, and are only left to ponder the very nature of certain crimes and the mentality of those who commit such barbaric, heinous, and abhorrent acts against what we have come to understand to be the norm for humanity. Not only that, however, we face the unfortunate realization that, as we seek and desire to rid ourselves of such Alien Human Traits, there are those within our Society whom are willing to standby, observe, condone, and speak not against that which is clearly evil, for no other provocation other than to maintain so called “Street Credibility”.

This same “Street Cred” has been a stumbling block for Police Authorities investigating the murder of a Teen Honor Roll Student from Brooklyn, N.Y. for nearly 4 1/2 years. On June 18, 2006 (Father’s Day) the Beautiful Chanel Petro-Nixon left her home to visit a friend just a few blocks away, and to visit a local Applebee’s Restaurant to fill out a Job Application, but she would never be seen alive again. When the Petro-Nixon child failed to return home her mother sounded the alarm that something must have gone desperately wrong. The petite, friendly, and outgoing child had never failed to either call or come home after dark. In cases like this one can only image the horror, concern, and desperation a parent feels, only wanting to simply hear the sound of their child’s voice confirming that their alright and not in harm’s way. Those hopes would soon be dashed forever when a local Sanitation Crew discovered an unusually heavy load of trash during their pickup rounds on a Brooklyn street corner 4 days after Chanel had gone missing. Upon a close inspection, Police would soon reveal that a body was stuffed in a trash bag and discarded out on to the street curb like common garbage, and that the remains was in fact that of the sweet loving Petro-Nixon kid.

The State Medical Examiner’s Office would confirm that Chanel had been murdered by strangulation. As the investigation moved on, other clues would seem to aid Police in finding her killer. Police say Chanel’s white Air Force 1 sneakers and her Samsung 8200 Cell Phone were missing, leading authorities to believe that Chanel may have been the victim of a robbery homicide. Local News Media, Clergy, and Civil Rights activist, Rev. Al Sharpton have been actively seeking help from the community. “Some one knows what happen to this child, and needs to come forward”, says Sharpton. The Petro-Nixon murder has even sparked some rare National Attention from America’s Most Wanted T.V. Journalist, John Lieberman, and a very uncommon occurrence for a murdered African American Teen. Also, the NAACP has joined the hunt for Justice for Chanel Petro-Nixon, even offering a reward:

An initial reward of $12,000 was offered by police. [9] It was reported in the August 11, 2006 edition of the New York Daily News that:

“The Daily News has joined with the city and several private organizations to offer nearly $30,000 in reward money for information leading to the arrest and conviction of Chanel’s killer. The News also has paid to print hundreds of posters calling for the public to help catch the killer. Cops asked anyone with information to call Crime Stoppers at (800) 577-TIPS. All calls will be kept confidential.”

I personally believed that the uncharacterized attention and pursuit of the “Heartless Monster” who killed this child is due to the complete isolated, random, and unforeseen tragedy that fell upon this average kid. This could have been anyone’s child. The fact that the person who took this precious girl away from us still remains at large is very unsettling. Far too often in the African American Community we fail to aid in the effort to render Justice for our own people. We continue to adopt the “it’s not my problem” mentality, passive, or scared approach toward attacks upon us. We continue to be the greatest detriment to the oppression of our culture. Moreover, as a Black Man I can’t help but mention that this is one of our female children. The Black Woman continues to remain the most highly disrespected female on the face of the Earth. We should be outraged and drawn to the brink of complete all-out War when harm of any kind is enacted against our Women. She is and always will be the Institution of our existence as her species bares the fruit of humanity.

To those who remain idle, hidden, and cowardly remain silent, I must say that you are equally accused, as your actions or lack thereof only serves to aid and abet the very opportunity of the very nature of evil to manifest. Justice for Chanel Petro-Nixon must come even at the expense of the loss of other human life.

David B. Adams Sr.

The People’s Champion

Image taken from the 10th Hole Fairway over looking the 1oth Hole Aternative Putting Green

Sometime around early spring in 1992 a childhood friend Micheal Davis gave me a tip about a part time job in Pikesville, Maryland. He told me it’s a lot of walking involved, but that the gig paid good money. The good money part was very interesting to me, besides I was a 26 year old punk kid with a 4 year old son. I had a mouth to feed. I agreed to go with him one weekend to make some quick cash. We would rise early morning that Saturday around 5:30 a.m. and arrived at the Woodholme Country Club at 6:20 a.m. to meet the Boss Charlie Manion. Manion had been the Club’s Caddy Master since 1952. I met with Charlie and he tells me the dos and don’ts while I’m on the job. So an hour or so passes by then I am called for a group to Tee Off. They hustle me to the first Tee, assign me to 2 Golf Bags that must have weighed 60 pounds each easily (the old Leather style Golf Bags). The group Tees off and as we began to trek down the 1rst Hole Fairway, I instantly began to wonder what the hell I had got my self into. I was way behind the rest of the group, holding the Golf Round up actually. The guy I am working with, Eddie Singletary says to me, ‘”Listen Dave I know this is your first time out, but you have to step up your pace or your going to fuck up our money”. I didn’t want to be blamed for somebody not getting paid the way they should be paid so I dig in, suckde it up, and began to move much faster. By the time we arrived onto the 3rd Hole Green I was literally dieing. Hyperventilating and every damn thing. I was in such bad shape that they asked me if I was sick. I was able to convince them that I was fine and the group played on. As we were going down the 15th Hole Fairway another Caddy named Glenn asked Eddie, “how is the new guy doing?’. Eddie looked at me and looked at Glenn and said, “Man he is green as that Fairway out there.” They both began laughing at me, but I kept moving, and  I crawled to the 18th Hole’s green and was so excited that it was finally over. I stood there thinking to myself, I am a College Educated man, this is beneath me, and I will never do anything like this again. I began to walk toward the Pro Shop to turn in score Cards when somebody yelled, “Hey don’t you want to get paid?” I turned around reluctantly, looked back, and started walking toward them to collect my cash. I was out of there buddy. I didn’t even want the damn money, because I was too tired to walk back and get paid. So, as I walk up to the Members the two guys whose bags I carried handed me 2 $100 dollar bills each ($400 bucks). My eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. I began thinking to my self that in just 31/2 hours work here I could pay my damn Car Note. This might workout after all I thought to myself, but then reality set in that in just a little over 12 hours I’d have to be back here ready to Tee off again. I didn’t have faith in my physical condition at that age which was 26 years old to get up and go out there and get on my grind. Also, after that I’d have to get some serious sleep, because I was due for work at 7:00 a.m. on my Main job bright and early Monday morning. A few weeks pass by and by now I am probably the most physically exhausted man on the planet. I recall having a conversation with my Dad after asking him was it this hard for him when he was my age. This is what he said to me: “Oh yeah, it was much harder. You ain’t seen shit yet son. All of you College Educated guys kill me. You think because you sit on your ass for 4 years getting a Degree that life is suppose to be easy for you when you get out here in the real world. Boy you will work harder than this, you watch and see what I tell you. Son your education only says one thing about you, that’s that your teachable, and nothing more. It doesn’t matter Son what kind of Job you have when you have kids.” I realized what my Father was telling me. His message was loud and clear to me. It brought understanding to what he had been telling me over and over again for years, ” A Man that wants to work will never have a problem finding a job.” Meaning that a real Man with responsibilities will take any job if he has to, to provide for his family. My Dad gave me motivation to go out there and get on my grind so I could handle my personal business. The first few years at Woodholme were kind of rough for me as I learned this game called Golf, but after about 6 years on this part time job, I became a household name at the Club. I had more and more members requesting for me to be on their bag (carry their bag, give them distance, wind readings, fill divots with grass seed, rake sand traps, and give them advice on what clubs to play). some times I had to chuckle to my self though, because here I was at a Jewish culture Country Club advising some of the riches Men in the State on their Golf games. I mean there were some High Rollers too, like Boogie Wineglass of the Merry Go Round chain, famed Colts Quarterback Johnny Unitas, Jim Palmer, Steven L. Miles, Ozzie Newsome (One of 3 Black members, only for the purpose of Baltimore Ravens connections I suspect), and the list goes on and on. Some of these guys paid very well, but with the good came a lot of bad. There were some of these guys out there that were complete assholes that took shit out on their Caddy because they were having a bad golf round. I remember one time a member had a guest from Great Britain playing in his group that insisted that we call him Master. Now I was cultured enough to know that in his native country that this is the equivalent of saying Mr., but fuck that, this was America. So, when he began to make a big deal about it, we left the entire group’s bags in the middle of the 5th Hole Fairway and began walking back to the Pro Shop. The Club Pro Barry Furman wanted to fire us, but Charlie Manion had this look of puzzlement on his face. Charlie knew he had 2 of his best Caddies on this group, that the group paid extremely well, and knew that it had to be something very bad for us to just walk off the course like that. Barry got the call from the Member’s Group that their Caddies had abandoned them and came into the Bag Room yelling and screaming, telling Charlie he wanted us gone, and that the Club has been embarrassed. Charlie ignores Barry and said to us, “Ok, guys what happen out there.” We told him about the guest ‘ insistence that we call him Master. Charlie nods his head and says, “Ok  I’ll take care of it guys.” We never heard the slightest peep about that shit ever again. One thing I could honestly say about Charlie Manion is that he looked out for his guys. If a Member stiffed you for your Money, Charlie would go to the Club President and make sure the guy was Billed on his tab, or if the guy who stiffed you was a guest, Charlie would find out what Member sponsored the guy, and he would be billed. They didn’t fuck around with Charlie Manion, because nearly 3/4 of the Club Members liked him, and knew Charlie since they were kids. If Barry Furman gave any Caddy some shit Charlie would go to the Club President and have the matter squashed. Barry used to try and make all kinds of waves for us, but members didn’t like him, because they have always felt that he was fucking them with High Priced Pro Shop items, always hired the most expensive Golf Trainer ($150 a hour), and generally thought that Barry was an asshole. I recall one time I had a group on the 1rst tee when Barry was having his ass handed to him by a Member. I don’t recall what the problem was, but I overheard the Member say to Barry, “Barry your not just an asshole, your a complete ass.” Everyone in listening distance fell out in laughter. That’s the way it was around the Club House as far back as I can remember. You learn very quickly at Woodholme though, because many of the groups I took around the course were Members that were either an Attorney or a Judge. you had to see and don’t see, hear and don’t hear, and conduct yourself like the three monkeys my grandmother used to have on here table. See no evil, hear no evil, and speak no evil, because there were a lot of backdoor deals brokered on those Greens and down those Fairways at Woodholme. I won’t get into specifics for obvious reasons, but I learned a lot about how this world really operates. I was given the most expensive Cigars, tickets to all kinds of Sporting Events, sat in their Club Houses at M&T Bank Stadium and Camden Yards, given discounts at all of the Major Men Clothing stores around town, and the perks just went on and on. Hell, it’s only right that we had it so good. We worked through blood and sweat for these guys, and they owned every damn thing you could imagine so it was right there for us. If you had a family member that needed a job, you could go to a Member that you knew owned a business and get them a job. What ever you do, don’t send them some worthless ass piece of shit family member though, because it would get around the Club and you could never get a Member to hire a family member again. There were guys that I worked with who had bad ass kids who would get into trouble a lot, and all they had to do was go to certain Lawyers and it would be taken care of. The Lawyer would find out the kid’s name, find out what Judge was hearing the Case, and they would have lunch one day. Next thing you know, the kid’s troubles are over. That’s how it always worked I shit you not. Some of the Caddies have Members that they have worked for, for over 30 years. Like my friend Rudy, who worked for a Lawyer named Howard Goldman. When Rudy’s Son was killed in West Baltimore years ago, not only was Howard Goldman and his wife at the kid’s funeral, but he paid for everything. In some ways it was almost a blessing for me to have experience this at Woodholme, because I could clearly see the difference in Class. I learned how the Rich plays the game, and how the poor are really fucked in the ass on a regular basis. If you ever heard the saying, “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.” there has never been anymore real shit ever said than that cliche right there.  One day it all came tumbling down. I arrived at the Club House one Saturday morning to all kinds of new security procedures, and many of the Members were very short with me. I knew something was going down, but I just didn’t know what. I make my way down stairs to the Caddy Lounge and observed all of the guys gathered around one of the tables in a large circle like an official meeting was taking place. I thought to myself, nobody told me there was a meeting, but as I listened I discovered that there was no meeting. I kept hearing the name Omar over and over again, so I thought the worst, and thought that something seriously tragic had happened to him. I was correct about the serious part, as I listened and learned that he was arrested for embezzling nearly a million dollars from Attorney Leonard Grossman’s Firm. I don’t think the shock about Omar being arrested is actually what people were discussing. Omar Grant was a long time Woodholme Country Club Employee, that is up until the time he graduated from the University of Maryland with a Degree in Accounting. Omar like many others that have traveled down the narrow whinding road, through the Wooping Willows, and the Multi Million Dollar Homes that make up the scenic backdrop approaching the Links and other Sporting Facilities that makeup this exclusive Jewish Retreat called Woodholme, is where he started out as a Caddy working for Leonard Grossman. Mr G took such a liking to a young Omar at that time, that he hired the guy to work full time at one of his business’. Later on he would send Omar off to College, in what would seem like a made for T.V. story about a Rich White Man paying for a poor Black Kid from the ghetto Education. Omar would excel at College Park Maryland, and upon his graduation he immediately came to work for Mr. Grossman. Omar had become such a trustee with the Grossman Firm that he had authority to sign checks from the Company’s Account. Perhaps that was the beginning of the end for a lucky little street kid from the Park Heights section of West Baltimore. When the smoke cleared and all was said and done, nearly $900,000 dollars was said to have been stolen in a scheme that resulted in the prosecution and indictment of Omar Grant, his Wife, his Mother-in-Law, and his Grand Mother! These were very sad times around the Club House. Nobody trusted Black Caddies anymore. We still got the occasional tickets to the Baltimore Orioles, and Ravens games, but a lot changed. Members were afraid to hire family members related to the Caddies or any Country Club Employee for that matter.

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Images of the 10th Hole Fairway, and 13th Hole Putting Green

Now if your Kid got into trouble, a favor that usually just required a simple meeting of the minds with the presiding Judge in the Case, now required a fee. There are those that say Black Ass Omar Grant made it really hard for a lot of people back then, but there were  others that betrayed the Club’s Trust as well. There was Gregg the so called Top Gun Caddy if you will. Gregg was highly like by all of Woodholme, especially the Women Members of the Club. However, what had been common knowledge for those who knew Gregg, would now be revealed in the  most embarrassing fashion, that the Boy Wonder had a serious Heroin addiction.  One Winter night doing the off season Gregg was on the streets in Jewish Pikesville, looking to get some cash for a fix, but ended up snatching some old Jewish Woman’s purse. When they caught up with Gregg, he was sitting in a local Pub drinking with the lady’s purse setting on his lap. This made the local paper and it didn’t set well with the Jewish Faithful at Woodholme, but I assume because he was White they felt sorry for him and classified his crime the result of a sickness. Gregg still works at Woodholme to this day. Through all the good and the Bad at Woodholme, I can honestly say that I grew up rubbing elbows with some of the wealthiest people in Maryland. I am reminded though that no street guy like Omar Grant was ever granted that much Trust again by the Woodholme Community. The lessons that I learned revealed to me that a friend is a friend is a friend. How dare you betray a friend in the most cunning and calculated fashion. It doesn’t matter what the color of the skin of a person, because the same ills that make people in one community commit crimes, there are simalar stories that can be told on the other side of the tracks. While I missed the nice perks, access to play Golf on one of the most exclusive Courses in Maryland, the many friends I met, and shared laughs with, I take with me some very encouraging words.  “Honesty, Loyalty, and Integrity will carry you a long way in life” — The late Willie Adams

I remember the last day I drove off the Woodholme Country Club’s grounds. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I saw a Black Lincoln Navigator drive by, and the Driver beeped his horn at me and waved. That was Ozzie Newsome, Vice President of Player Personnel for the Baltimore Ravens. When my car was on the blink Ozzie had given me a many a ride up that long road so I could catch the subway back to East Baltimore.  I drove down that long road and as I neared the 7th Hole Fairway, I saw old man Eddie Singletary leading his group up the approach to the Green. I looked back and saw a young kid struggling with with a Golf Bag. Then suddenly Eddie looked at me, looked at the kid, and said, “Hey David who is that?” as if to say, I remember when I taught you this job and you were struggling just like that kid is back there.. I smiled at Eddie and yelled to him, “how is he doing?” Eddie said to me, “He is green as that Fairway back there, remember?” We both began to laugh, he waved goodbye, and I drove off fighting a tear coming down my left cheek. I thought to myself how fast does time fly. 13 years had passed and I was now a man!

In Loving memory of my Dad!

By now many have seen the photos, the viral videos on Youtube,  and other Social Network Media, as well as the seemingly endless barage of  jokes on Facebook, Black Planet, and My Space surrounding the allegations that Bishop Eddie Long, of  the Atlanta based New Birth Christian Ministry, has been engaging in love trice with Male Members of his Church. The recent allegations against Long come as a particular shocking surprise as the self anointed Backwoods Style Preacher has been under fire for his anti-gay views.  Long a Nationally recognized Christian Leader has endured much embarrassment since the story broke, while images of the Preacher have surfaced over the internet with him doning extremely tight Spandex Speedo Brand  clad Athletic Wear that many of the alleged victims have said were sent to them by Long. I won’t get into the specific details of what the allegations claim, but in many respects the Minister’s reputation has taken a mighty blow. While there are those who stand steadfastly in Pastor Long’s corner, there are many in his own camp that question his judgement. It pronbably is a common trait for Christians alike to stand by their Pastor in times of great upheaval, specifically when you have been a faithful member of his Ministry and delved into your pockets tirelessly to shell out money to help build what is now refered to as a Mega Church. The Elders of the New Birth Church are calling for calm and patience as the matter runs it’s course. Some how there are people willing to accept the setup theory, meaning Long’s anti-gay bashing has earned him the scorn of many within the Gay Community, who have now reared their ugly heads to take revenge, and are making false allegations against the Pastor for his continued and dogged campaign against Gay Lifestyles.  I am a firm believer that people are entitled to believe what ever they choose, however, I can’t express my concerns enough related to the kinds of images Pastor Long May have been sending various young males within New birth Ministries. I have to admit as a parent, I would take serious issue if my Pastor were sending those kind of images to my child’s Cell Phone. In fact I don’t think I would feel comfortable with the Pastor Having my kid’s Cell Number in the first place. For what purpose were those pictures sent to these kids? This is not the kind of perspective I would want my child to possess of his Pastor. Not only that, but Pastor Long as the Senior member of New Birth should conduct himself in a fashion befitting that of a Christian Leader, a person of Authority, and an Elder of the Church. Those images leave serious doubt on the allegations having been fabricated, and have painted a horrible image in the minds of fellow Christians, Ministers,members of his Church, as well as having suddenly landed Bishop Eddie Long on the threshhold of  becoming the complete laughing stock of the entire World Christian Community. For years Long has been preaching about how sinful Gay Lifestyles were. His campaign against the Gay Community even drew strong criticism from fellow Christian Ministers. Now if these allegations prove to be valid, Long would forever be earmarked and labeled as the Poster Child for Modern Hypocrisy. To those at new Birth and around the World who stand firmly behind Pastor Eddie Long during his very difficult time with unwithering faith, God bless you. In the Court of Law Criminally there must be evidence beyond a reasonable doubt, Civilly it must be a proponderance of the evidence, but in the eyes of the Court of Public opinion, images of a Spandex Speedo Clad Minister sent to young Male Members of his Church is a hell of a summation to overcome.

There was hardly anyone on the Boston Post Road that night as I left Oracle World Headquarters in Stamford, CT. I was in no rush as I listened to my favorite Jazz Radio Station on my way home. I saw the headlights through my rear view mirror as they came bearing down on me like an illumination from a UFO. Suddenly the vehicle became side by side with my SUV. I glare over at them (two white Cops) while they both had their devilish eyes fixed upon me. I gave a simple nod to acknowledge them and checked my speedometer to make sure I was traveling at a lawful speed. I glanced back and noticed that the marked Police Vehicle had now faded back to my rear. Now their code one (Emergency Lights activated) and drifting behind me. I pull over and prepare for what I find to be a growing occurence. A Black Man being stopped by Town Police during the early morning hours. I sit there awaiting their bullshit field interview while another Police Vehicle approaches. Now here they come, flashlights glaring in my vehicle, sweeping it to find some illegal item. I state to them poignantly, “how can I help you” . The Cop on the passenger side barks, ” drivers license, registration, and proof of insurance” As I gather the requested credentials I ask what am I being pulled over for. There is no reply to my inquiry, but my wallet (contains a hidden compartment for my shield with a Blue Cover flap) does arouse the interest of the Cop at my drivers side window. “Are you a Police Office Sir”, he exclaims. I return the favor and don’t answer him either. I present my documents and they retreat to their Patrol Vehicles to run my license and due a warrant check through NCIC (National Criminal Information Center in Washington D.C.) I suspect. After a short time they return and advise me that I have a License plate light out. I look at them individually with a blank stare as I thought to myself that I probably have more time “On the Job” than all three of them combined. The Cop goes on to instruct me on how to replace the light as if he works at Nissan himself. I shake my head, say thank you, roll up my window, and drive off. What’s disturbing to me about that entire ordeal is that they had nothing else better to do but pull over a law abiding citizen while crime is actually taking place some where in their Town. I travel that road every night, the same way, and I know they recognized my vehicle. I guess it was my turn that night. It’s quite obvious to me that they were profiling me, because why pull up beside me, then fade back, and pull me over? Didn’t they see the License Plate light out before they pulled along beside me? I am just asking, because it seems to me that if I were going to cite a driver for some bullshit like that, that I would have zoomed right in on it. There is no doubt in my mind that the light only became an issue when they realized that the driver was a Black Man. The message is and always has been crystal clear to me. Westport Cops are sending a message to people of color. Don’t drive through our Town late night. If you decide to venture through Westport, CT know that the order of business will be “More Racial Profiling”

I am back up and running with a new Blog, a fresh look, and even more motivated to write about what’s on my mind. In past Blogs I’ve been criticized for my Political, Social, and so-called controversial opinions as it borders along lines of racial disparity. Those who know me well, would say he doesn’t give a flying sheep’s ass what others think. This guy is 100% when it comes to speaking truth regarding the ills of this world and the common folk who exist within it . Far too often we find people willing to sacrifice their very souls to fit in with class, and social status only to bolster their own appetite for fame, status, and economic prosperity, while all along they claim to have faith in their God. It would be quite simple to paint with a broad stroke of a pen my personal characterization of  these kind of people, but my intent is far more purposeful then minimizing my thoughts in pursuit  of the dogmatic traits of society’s perceived Ruling Class. As always, my charge is to bring to light the unbalanced playing field that society has carved out, limiting opportunity, growth, and access  to the vast majority of God’s People. So, I will Champion  the cause of the People through my words, and if that is not enough, you should know that my word is backed up by my life, and I promise to tell the truth as I see it. God please guide my words as I invite those hungry for truth to my forum “The People’s Champion Blog”