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Pretty boy singer Keith Washington dated two of the most beautiful women (Halle Berry & Kenya Moore) in the world when his career was on fire! He was a suave, handsome and well dressed with a taste for $1,500 Brioni suits, silk shirts and custom made shoes.

When his career cooled and both relationships ended, Washington had no shortage of women.

Allegedly, rich women in Beverly Hills loved him and enjoyed showering him with expensive gifts! It also helped that Washington is rumored to have a similar "asset" length closely associated with John Salley and Tupac.

His bedroom skills are legendary according to sources.

It's also rumored that Washington is the distant cousin of Denzel Washington. Handsome genes must run in the family!

A tell all book titled "Behind The Scenes: On The Set Of Purple Rain," has been shut down. No publishing house or self publishing house will touch it.

In some circles, this film is still considered a classic and featured top notch performances from Prince, Morris Day & The Time (above) and Apollonia 6.

Here are two excerpts from the manuscript: Allegedly, an entertainer who appeared in Purple Rain (not Prince) was so hopelessly addicted to cocaine during filming, cast and crew feared he would overdose before the film wrapped. The book also says-ego's were out of control on the set!

A "Purple Rain,"actress on the set got really sick during filming, fearing she had pneumonia due to the cold weather but she was diagnosed with a bad case of the flu and made a full recovery.

This manuscript has numerous bombshell allegations that the public will never be made aware of.

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Morris Day, singer Michael Henderson (2nd photo) and actor Antonio Fargas (Huggy Bear on Starsky & Hutch) live in the same neighborhood in Las Vegas.

Before leaving the entertainment field, Vanity worked on a third album with famous Janet Jackson producers Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis, as well as Tony LeMans, but the album was either never completed, or never released. The album is sitting in a vault somewhere.

Not only did Vanity and Janet have the same producers in common but Vanity once dated James DeBarge (Janet's ex-husband).

At the age of 18, Devante Swing allegedly worked for Prince as an sound engineer. Around this time, he also dated the blonde daughter of a sports franchise owner. He often drove her Porsche or Bentley to work.

This gig didn't last long.

In the recent DVD (Rollin) a former Y.B.I. soldier (R.D., an original gangsta) makes the following allegation: "We used to sit up in a hotel room and sell drugs to "Ready For The World!" Those bi**hes were smoked out!" The video goes on to show a clip of Ready For The World performing.

The Mack (Based On The Life Of Frank Ward):

Richard Pryor was so coked up on the set of "The Mack," he nearly broke the producer's jaw for no apparent reason.

The film was funded by credit cards, to the tune of $200,000.

The actor (Dick Anthony Williams) portrayed a pimp named "Pretty Tony," in the film. Williams based his character on his real life brother, who was actually a pimp. After the Mack, Williams became a respected Broadway actor, winning Tony Awards.

When the film crew arrived in Oakland, Huey Newton demanded $5,000 in street tax.

In the documentary "Mackin Ain't Easy!" One of the Mack's producers implicates Huey Newton for ordering the hit on black pimp/drug kingpin, Frank Ward, (2nd photo, far left).

It's also mentioned in the documentary that Eldridge Cleaver was quoted as saying, "The Ward Brothers Ain't Shit!"

Frank Ward is another pimp who put the lookalike illusion into effect. He hired a stylist to make his girls resemble top female acts of the 70's (Freda Payne, Tina Turner and Diana Ross).

Men would do a double take when they saw the girls prostituting on the notorious stroll (MacArthur Blvd) in Oakland. It's rumored that men would travel near and far to patronize MacArthur in the 70's.

Allegedly, Frank had upwards to 25-30 girls working on the strip at one time. Frank was so flamboyant, he wanted one of his cars customized with a small swimming pool.

"FIRST BLACK VEGAS SHOWGIRL WAS NOTORIOUS PLAYGIRL & SISTER OF LONETTE MCKEE"

By: Jennie Miller

LATHRUP VILLAGE —There she was, on her way to a wedding chapel in Las Vegas, about to marry Richard Pryor.

As the memories flood back, Lathrup Village resident Kathrine McKee fondly recalls the wild days of her youth, spent palling around with — and dating — celebrities from Pryor to Sammy Davis Jr. to Johnny Carson. She says she partied with John Belushi the night he died. She says she was at Pryor’s house the day he set himself on fire.

Yes, there were drugs, she said. They were everywhere.

“Everybody did it,” McKee explains without a hint of shame. “It wasn’t considered a dangerous thing back then — it was hot and it was the thing to do. Now, nobody in their right mind should do it. But back then, it was everywhere.”

McKee arrived in Hollywood at the age of 16 after dropping out of school and leaving what she called an abusive home in Detroit. She long held dreams of making it big in show business.

“I just wanted to be an actor, and I knew I couldn’t do it in Michigan,” McKee said. “I fell in love with the films being made back then — with Doris Day and Elizabeth Taylor. … I knew that was what I wanted to do. And I knew I had to go to California.”

She also said she had to lie.

“In the 1960s, when I left home, there was still a lot of segregation,” said the woman whose mother was German, Finish and Swedish, and whose father was African-American and American Indian.

“I just said I was white, but I’m mixed,” she said. “Back then, it was easier to get doors to open. It wasn’t accepted to be mixed and to have black blood in you. I had to do a lot of lying. I said I was white. And I said I was 23 years old, but I was 16.”

The lies landed her a job. She signed a contract at the Stardust Hotel to be a showgirl — reportedly the first black Vegas showgirl — wearing very little clothing but larger-than-life regalia with colorful feathers and shimmering accessories. It was there where she met Sammy Davis Jr. for the first time. He immediately took to her, she said, and the two began a lifelong relationship that straddled the line of friends and lovers.

She was eventually hired on to be his mistress of ceremonies for his nightclub act, finally able to embrace her ethnicity in her career, and they traveled the world for seven years.

“There I was, hanging out with the Rat Pack,” McKee remembered, almost bewildered that this was actually her life. Frank Sinatra, Davis, Dean Martin, Peter Lawford, Joey Bishop — they were all there.

She also dabbled in acting along the way — making appearances on “Police Woman,” “Good Times,” “Sanford and Son,” and “The Name of the Game.” She appeared alongside Pryor on the second-ever episode of “Saturday Night Live.” She also spent some time working as a morning talk show host. Her sister, Lonette McKee (above, far left), was also making it big as a singer and actress during this time, and is still well known in Hollywood.

“It was my dream come true,” McKee said of that time in her life. “I was fitting myself into this world, with all these big movie stars, and it was exactly what I wanted.”

She had a secret love affair with Johnny Carson. She dated Christopher Walken, Tony Curtis, Ben Gazzara and Clifton Davis. She counts Billy Crystal and Bill Cosby as friends.

“Show business is a whole ‘other world,” McKee said. “People in show business are out there meeting so many wonderful people, and it’s very common to be in and out of affairs, unless you’re married. You’re in the limelight, people are after you, men are chasing after you. And these were very wonderful, lovely men. They treated me wonderfully.”

Those who are still alive today — like Clifton Davis — McKee said she maintains a friendship with.

“I didn’t burn any bridges,” she said. “As far as I’m concerned, my life has been wonderful. It’s been blessed with lovely, wonderful men. I was free, and single and I had fun and I lived a wonderful life.”

She never did make it down the aisle with Richard Pryor. McKee said his lawyer stopped the nuptials before they took place at the eleventh hour, insisting on a prenuptial agreement. The couple, who had been seeing each other on and off for several years, began arguing frequently and eventually parted ways. It was around this time that Pryor infamously took too many drugs and set himself on fire.

“He was destructive and on the wrong path,” McKee said.

McKee moved back to Detroit after having a child from a fling with a German businessman. She gave up the Hollywood lifestyle — a choice that wasn’t easy for her at first — and settled into a more domestic reality.

“I didn’t want to run around and party anymore — I wanted to settle down,” she said. “My son is a gift from God. That was a blessing in disguise for me. I never imagined how great it could be to be a parent. My priorities changed.”

McKee now owns a casting company and licensed proprietary school for acting and screenwriting in Lathrup Village, and is thrilled to see Hollywood start to trickle down to Michigan. She’s had her hand in casting the movies “61,” “8 Mile” and “Hardball.”

“When the film incentives came here, I couldn’t believe it,” she said, overjoyed at the possibilities it could bring to the region. “People don’t get it still. They don’t believe they can get a piece of it, get their hands on it, get in on the action and make some money. … People don’t understand what it means to work in show business. It’s amazing. You may not be a movie star. You may never be famous. But you’ll work your whole life. … It’s always different. And you can look back on it with happiness and joy.”

McKee’s partner and co-owner of her company, Ross Marroso of Dearborn, said he is humbled by her experiences in show business.

“Kathy has been involved in the silver age of Hollywood stuff,” he said. “Photos you see of the Rat Pack, she’s sitting just off frame. All these people have died, and it’s practically like folklore, and she’s still the living embodiment of it.”

"HETEROSEXUAL BATH HOUSE FOR BLACK CELEBRITIES"

In the late 1950's, Mount Morris Steam Rooms & Baths (est. in 1893), located in New York, was the spot where black "straight" celebrities and sports figures congregated to discuss business endeavors and civil rights strategies. Sam Cooke and Joe Louis were regulars.

When Mount Morris became a gay bath house in the 1960's, Cooke and Louis (and other black celebrities) never stepped foot in the establishment again!

"GAY CLIENTELE OF MOUNT MORRIS BATHHOUSE"

When Mount Morris became gay. Homosexual celebrities flocked to the establishment, in the late 70's & early 80's, celebrities included: Jermaine Stewart, Gene Anthony Ray and Sylvester just to name a few.

Before the gay transformation, back in 1928, there was a gay scandal associated with the bath house (despite a majority straight clientele).

Allegedly, W.E.B. DuBois's daughter (Yolanda) married poet Countee Cullen, he would allegedly leave her for his best man (whom he met at the bathhouse). After two months of marriage, Yolanda's husband became bored. He abandoned her and sailed to Europe with his best man. Never to be seen again.

"BACKSTORY"

"Mt. Morris has a interesting history," said Carl, a regular visitor there during the 1960's, "It once attracted its share of famous people from places like the Apollo Theater. You'd be walking the halls and all of a sudden you would see that singer who went on to record that big hit, laying on his bed, gesturing for you to come into his room."

At the time, it was the only bathhouse in New York that allowed Blacks and Latino's.

According to patrons: The amenities offered at Mt. Morris are not modern nor state of the art, certain patrons believe that any changes to modernize the facility would ruin its sexual ambience. ("Robert") said, "The sexual atmosphere of the place, with all the steam pipes in full view, was considered hot and heavy by regulars." In addition, many agree that the social esthetics of Mt. Morris are more like a social club, "Like you're in a clubhouse, not a bathhouse."

(FIRST BLACK PLAYBOY-CLUB BUNNY)

Jaki Dunn Nett (not pictured) was the first black playboy club bunny. Nett is quoted as saying: "No beauty trap stopped me, quite the opposite!"

Nett went on to become a college professor, an author and an yoga teacher.

The Playboy club remains the most successful nightclub chain in history. For 30 years, the club welcomed millions of patrons. Clubs were located in Chicago, New York, New Orleans and Miami.

A 19-year-old Aretha Franklin and Ray Charles performed in one of the theme rooms (the library) while jazz was featured in the living room.

The show "Playboy After Dark," was also taped at the Chicago club.

Steaks, salads and potato's were on the menu, hors d'oeuvres and desserts were unavailable and the club closed at 4 a.m. Customers were not allowed to touch or date the playboy bunnies.

In the first year of operation, there were over 100,000 keyholders (members). The flagship club brought in $4.5 million in profit.

The last of the Playboy clubs closed in 1991, located in Manila.

According to Rick James: Chaka Khan and I spent some time together when she was playing Buffalo. After one show, we hung out for six hours, just talking. Chaka's very spiritual and intelligent.

I introduced her to a Mafia-Underworld friend; he had never heard of Chaka Khan, I figured they would get a kick out of each other.

At one point, my friend tried to join our conversation, but Chaka pointed her finger in his face and told him to shut the fuck up! He would later tell me he had never met a woman that fearsome in his entire life.

Later, I was informed by one of my aides that a lot of people had arrived and were waiting for me to come downstairs, including model Beverly Johnson (2nd photo) and a whole bunch of hot girls lounging in the sitting room.

I kept telling Chaka to leave because she was on tour and needed to rest before her next show, but she wouldn't go. She said she liked talking to me too much.

Chaka always had a pretty wicked sense of humor. Before she finally left she allegedly took off all her clothes, covered herself up with this military coat and made her way to the indoor pool. While walking to the pool, she stopped to talk to all the girls waiting. Beverly being one of them.

Chaka allegedly screamed: "How many of you bit*hes masturbate?" No one spoke. She added, "That's why Rick's got no time for none of ya'll. You're all lying bit*ches."

Then she went and jumped in the pool, coat and all.

Rick James on his nemesis-Prince:

According to Rick James: Dick Clark threw this great party after the American Music Awards. My mom was there with me, proud as she could be. Prince was also there. My mother asked him for an autograph and he actually walked away. After I heard about it, I went off. I was going to kick his little ass.

When I found him, I started to get in his ass. His manager asked what was wrong. I told him the little motherf**ker had insulted my mother. He brought Prince over to apologize like the little b**ch he is. He said, "I'm sorry" to my mother and tried to apologize to me but I didn't want to hear it.

Rick James on Anita Baker:

In the past, we reported Rick James' derogatory comments towards Anita Baker. Here are additional comments.

According to Rick James: JoJo of the Mary Jane Girls (above-2nd photo-braids) married this Buffalo trick named Robert Thunderbird who was always hanging around trying to get his slimy hands on any of the girls. With JoJo being the homeliest, she became weak for him. The day they got married, I could see he was after the fame and the money.

JoJo's maid of honor was Anita Baker. Anita is one of the most stuck up bit*ches I'd ever met, she was rude and nasty to everyone at the wedding except JoJo.

I tend to think they were lovers. They certainly acted like bit**hes in love.

At the time of his death, author E. Lynn Harris was asked to write the screenplay for the remake of "Sparkle."

He was approached by Deborah Martin Chase, Whitney Houston's producing partner, who asked him to pitch his ideas for the remake to Kevin McCormick at Warner Brothers.

According to Rick James:

When Jan divorced Marvin, Jan and I freebased together regularly. I took her to Hawaii where we had a great vacation.

Marvin was putting her through a lot of stress despite the fact he was allegedly dating a model named Eugenie Vis. He was also seeing a woman named Lady Edith Foxwell.

Marvin was so mad about Jan dating me that he cut her and their two children off financially. I had to give Jan a job as one of my secretaries so she would have money to support her kids and keep a roof over her head.

Rick was quoted as saying (The following unfounded allegation-in his book): "People think Marvin's father murdered him. I always heard it was allegedly his brother Frankie."

The night he died, I was home freebasing. All of a sudden I got this terrible headache, like none I've ever had before.

Jan called me on the phone crying hysterically. I knew something was terribly wrong.

She said, "Rick, Marvin's dead."

I threw the pipe down and cried myself to sleep.

 

We all know that Vanity met Prince at the American Music Awards and was swept off her feet but what few people know is: Vanity arrived at the show with Rick James and left with Prince.

Rick James had plans to make Vanity the lead singer of the Mary Jane Girls but she ditched him to be with Prince.

Prince had originally written the song "The Glamorous Life," for Vanity, but she left his camp before recording it. The song would be passed on to Sheila E.

After her breakup with Prince, Vanity was linked to his childhood friend-Andre Cymone (Jody Watley's ex-husband).

Vanity also recorded an album produced by Jam & Lewis. This material has never been released.

When she signed with Motown (The Last Dragon), the company gifted her with a brand new Jaguar.

Vanity was also an erotic painter during this time.

Allegedly, during this time, her drug abuse was so out of control that she was found wandering in a vacant home.

 


Meanwhile, her sister Patricia Matthews (a former model) was dating Eddie Murphy and appearing in Lionel Richie videos.

Also: Allegedly, Prince and Morris Day had a fist fight on the set of "Purple Rain." They finally resolved their differences during the "Lovesexy," tour in 1988.

"BLACK NIGHTCLUB WAS EQUIVALENT TO STUDIO 54-BACK IN THE DAY"

Celebrities and patrons still remember Mavericks Flat. It was a small club located on Crenshaw but it packed the heat!

 

Nightly, in it's heyday (the same era as Studio 54) Maverick's was jumping! On occasion, the club was mixed (straight and gay) but that didn't stop celebrities from coming.

Micki Howard reminisced about Mavericks Flat on Unsung. So did Howard Hewett. This is the club where a member of EW&F overheard Hewett serenading his girlfriend on the dance floor and convinced him to become a singer.

When Soul Train finished taping 4 shows (in one weekend), the dancers would head over to Mavericks Flat to cut loose.

The Lockers were known to put on a floor show when Pam Grier, Lakeside, L.A. Lakers, Klymaxx, Jody Watley, Jeffrey Daniel and the Commodores were in attendance.

Mavericks reigned supreme in Los Angeles. Studio 54 was king in New York and Studio West was off the chain in San Francisco during the late 70's and early 80's.

Studio West (San Francisco) was scandalous! This club was also mixed (straight and gay) and the bathrooms were coed. The balcony was also notorious for illicit behavior.

You could order drugs with your drinks, the membership cards were platinum and celebrities were often in attendance: The late Marvin Gaye, Diana Ross, Patrice Rushen, Melba Moore, Grace Jones, etc. This club even had Sunday brunches.

Allegedly, several (high-end) call girls worked out of this club, according to former patrons, you could always tell when they arrived because men would line up, as they sipped their drinks at the bar.

"FORMER CELEBRITY MISTRESS & PLAYGIRL TO WRITE OLD-SCHOOL TELL-ALL?"

Word on the street: The former alleged mistress of R&B singer Tyrone Davis is writing an explosive tell-all.

BACKSTORY:

Tyrone Davis had a string of R&B hits in the 70's, including: "Turn Back The Hands Of Time, " "Give It Up!" and "In The Mood."

David died from stroke complications in 2005, at the time, he had been married to his wife-40 years.

Allegedly, this self-proclaimed mistress got put on (through Davis) as an background dancer for Ray Charles and Johnny "Guitar" Watson. Ray Charles would allegedly fire her.

This woman hung with a crew of women, and she was considered the Superhead of her day. Allegedly, one of her girls was always on call (from record labels) to give on-air personalities fellatio so certain artist records would be played.

Allegedly, when Davis tried to break off the affair, this woman began stalking him and told him, she would be writing a future tell-all.

Allegedly, damaging allegations are made against Billy Davis, Jr. and his wife Marilyn McCoo, in this book.

Stay tuned....

According to Pam Grier:

Richard Pryor included me in so much of his life that I found myself falling in love with him.

We had a few good months early on, but soon enough, Richard started missing his "using" buddies.

As his friends began trickling back into his life, he introduced me to some of them, and they were sensitive to his situation at first. They got high before they got there and Richard got very busy writing and setting up deals.

I became the go-between. A producer would call me and say, "How's he doing? Do you think he'll show up today?"

Richard and his friends used to hang out in the kitchen. One afternoon, I went into the kitchen and saw a pile of cocaine sitting on a mirror next to a razor blade and rolled up $100 dollar bills.

Richard acted like he hadn't been indulging, but I knew better. I saw the signs, his bloodshot eyes, the lines of coke and the empty bottles of Courvoisier.

After his friends left, I got on his case about relapsing and I asked him, "Why do you keep feeding your friends and loaning them money?" I added: "Why doesn't anybody say, hey, I'll bring some ribs and a roast over or a six-pack or a bottle of wine?" They don't bring anything, you supply it all.

I also suggested he get his financial matters in order to help him save some money for himself and his children's future. Richard didn't trust managers, and he refused to give over his power and authority to anyone-except me.

He wanted me to take over his finances, but I refused. "I have a career, too, I reminded him. I need to focus on myself."

One day, I went in for my annual checkup with my gynecologist. After the exam, he asked me to step into his office to talk.

"Pam, I want to tell you about an epidemic that's prevalent in Beverly Hills right now. It's a buildup of cocaine residue around the cervix and in the vagina. You have it. Are you doing drugs?

"No," I said, astonished.

"Well, it's really dangerous," he went on. "Is your partner putting cocaine on his penis to sustain his erection?"

"No," I said. "not that I know of. It's not like he has a pile of cocaine next to the bed and he dips his penis in it before we have sex."
Suddenly, I had a nauseating flash of one of Richard's famous lines: Even my dick has a cocaine jones.

"Are you sure he isn't doing it in the bathroom before he comes to bed?" the doctor asked.

"That's a possibility," I said. "You know, I am dating Richard Pryor."

"Oh, my God," he said. "We have a serious problem here. If he's not putting it on his skin directly, then it's worse because the coke is in his seminal fluid. You can have some serious cervical and uterine problems. You can even become sterile and you might have to have a hysterectomy.

"Will it ever go away," I asked. "It'll go away eventually," the doctor said.

In the meantime, he has to wear a condom or you're going to be a very sick woman.

Later that evening, I told Richard, I have cocaine inside of me. It's eating me up and it could kill me. Have you been putting it on your penis?

"No. Of course not," he answered quickly. I took a deep breath. "I have to ask you to wear a condom when we have sex."

"What?" was all he said.

I said, "you have to Richard," I pleaded with him. "Only for a while. I have to get rid of these lesions so I don't get infections."

He said, "I hate condoms. I can't feel anything."

"Will you at least talk to my doctor?"

"No."

I realized at that moment that I was not truly loved by this man.

(BLACK CINEMA)

Backstory:

"Superfly," was financed by two black dentists.

Nate Adams coordinated the fashion and wardrobe for the film. He organized several fashion shows prior to Super Fly. He still owns many of the suits, shoes and fedora hats.

Ron O'Neal (Priest's) car is a 1971 customized Cadillac Eldorado. This type of Eldorado had the largest V8 ever used in a production vehicle, an 8.2 L (500 in³) engine. The car belonged to K.C., an actual hustler and pimp from Harlem who plays a pimp in the film. K.C. met Nate Adams in a hotel lobby and was asked if his car could be used in the film. K.C. agreed but later telephoned Nate Adams accusing him of lying, stating, "No n**gers are making no movies."

The car was customized by Les Dunham Coachworks of New Jersey, who modified the headlight covers, goddess hood ornament (Rolls Royce/Bentley style), lake pipes and circular porthole windows. The film helped start a trend for car customization in America known as the Pimpmobile.

Many aspiring drug dealers, gangsters, and pimps modified their cars during the 1970s as a result of watching Super Fly.

When Super Fly was made, society hadn't yet concluded that cocaine was a very dangerous drug. This was before Studio 54 and the decadent 1980s when cocaine became an epidemic.

Following the success of his father's film Shaft (1971), Gordon Parks Jr.'s Super Fly marked the second mega hit for what became known as the Blaxploitation era. Priest (Ron' O'Neal) has it all, the flashiest clothes, the hottest women, a color TV in every room, coke by the pound and the finest ride in Harlem.

The film's soundtrack by Curtis Mayfield is considered one of the best film scores ever produced. Curtis added another colorful, informative layer to the film with the stories he told through the music.

When the film was released in 1972, The Godfather held the number one spot. After audiences saw the movie, it took over, making a huge amount of money and created a whole generation of fans. Theater lines went around the blocks and some people wanted to see the film so bad they broke down the theater doors to get in. Young black men began dressing like Priest, trying to copy this super fly dude's style and baadass attitude.

Source: Grind House Cinema Base

"WERE PRINCE & MICHAEL THREATENED BY TERRANCE TRENT D'ARBY?"

Is It True?

When Prince & Michael reigned supreme, Terrance Trent D'Arby came out of nowhere with a debut album that sold 12 million copies worldwide. D'Arby was a soulful singer, good looking, a multi-instrumentalist and a prolific songwriter; similar to Michael and Prince.

Rumor has it that D'Arby attended an after party at Paisley Park in January 1992. After a few hours, Prince and the New Power Generation took to the stage for a jam session.

D'Arby grabbed a house guitar and got on stage with them. Allegedly, Prince glared at him. D'Arby placed the guitar on the floor and left the stage.

Allegedly, the two men were able to mend their differences. By 1995, they were seen hanging out and chatting it up at another Paisley Park party. It's always been rumored that they recorded 2 unreleased songs together, these songs are collecting dust in a vault.

Unfounded allegations continue to persist that Michael Jackson allegedly gave Sony (also D'Arby's label at the time) an ultimatum: If Sony kept spending money to promote D'Arby, he would leave the label.

Allegedly, Michael Jackson's attorney-John Branca took D'Arby on as an client. According to rumor: Michael Jackson pressured Branca to drop D'Arby.

Over the years, it was shrouded in secrecy that Philip Bailey of Earth, Wind & Fire and Jeanette Hutchinson of the Emotions had a child together.

You can say the same for Dennis Edwards (former lead singer of the Temptations) and Ruth Pointer of the Pointer Sisters. They have a daughter together (below).

ISSA POINTER (BACKSTORY):

Issa Pointer (born Issa Kuren Edwards Pointer on January 22, 1978 in California) is the daughter of Pointer Sisters member Ruth Pointer and former Temptations member Dennis Edwards, from their relationship in 1977.

Brought up under the guidance of her mother and her aunts, Pointer first embarked in music while on the road with the Pointer Sisters during the group's 1985 tour.

Later on, she contributed songs to various Pointer Sisters albums. In 2002, she replaced group founder June Pointer, who left initially due to drug problems. Issa Pointer permanently replaced her aunt (June) in 2004.

Together with her mother and aunt Anita Pointer, the Pointers are currently enjoying a successful revival in Europe with the single "Sisters Are Doin' It for Themselves," which reached number 2 on the charts in Belgium.

Issa will be featured as the title character in Jacksonville State University's production of Aida in February 2011.

Issa is currently on sabbatical after giving birth to her first son. She is gearing up to record her first solo album to be released in 2011.

Terron Brooks (first photo) portrayed Eddie Kendricks in the Temptations mini-series. Not only is Brooks an actor but he's also an singer.

Born on October 13, 1974 and raised in Southern California, Brooks has been singing since the age of six.

He has performed with: Stephanie Mills, Smokey Robinson and Michael Jackson. He has also performed in the US and Europe. He is also Broadway actor who has been seen as Simba in Disney's "The Lion King," and Seaweed in "Hairspray."

Not only did Brooks star in the hit romantic comedy "All About You," he also co-wrote its theme song as well as contributed his vocals to the movie soundtrack which was produced by American Idol musical director, Rickey Minor.

"WHY AREN'T RICH BLACK CELEBRITIES BUYING MUSIC CATALOGUES?"

Michael Jackson paved the way, after his "Thriller," success, he used $66 million of the earnings to purchase the Beatles catalogue. Today, that investment is worth $1.2 billion dollars. Considered the richest music catalogue in history. As we reported before, this catalogue also includes hits by Elvis, Sam Cooke, The Pointer Sisters, Sly Stone, etc. Industry powerbrokers refer to this catalogue as "The Holy Grail Of Music."

Music executive Irving Azoff eliminated any obstacles that would have prevented Jackson from purchasing this catalogue. Azoff once owned Giant Records, his roster included: Christopher Williams, he also represented Seal and Christina Aguilera. He was the first executive to promote a black woman (Cassandra Mills) to run the R&B division.

Michael was on the verge of purchasing the Jobete (Motown) catalogue but he backed out at the last minute due to tax complications.

Why aren't black celebrities on the hunt for music catalogues when they go on sale? Music catalogues are a gold mine-lifetime residual income.

Many celebrities try to invest in sports franchises but music catalogues are more profitable because all you need is the inclusion of one standard and you're paid each time that record is played on the radio (U.S. & Overseas). There are currently hundreds of thousands of radio stations in the world, not including Sirius.

Diddy owns Biggie's publishing rights and a percentage of publishing rights from past and present Bad Boy artists. Rap music doesn't generate as much income as an R&B or pop catalogue (that's why Hammer and Suge Knight sold their publishing rights). Diddy may want to invest in this type of catalogue. Jay-Z also has enough money to buy a top notch catalogue.

Barry White and Eddie Levert schooled Gerald Levert on the importance of songwriting and publishing royalties. Telling him: "It's your life line as an artist."

Gerald took their lessons to heart. He wrote two standards: "It's Written All Over Your Face," by the Rude Boys and "Practice What You Preach," by Barry White.

At the time of his death, Gerald was generating in the mid-six figures off both songs on an annual basis.


Despite having the best voice in the business, no one could understand why Luther Vandross had such a hard time finding a record deal. The reason: Luther held out for publishing rights.

Luther made so much money through songwriting and publishing that he was able to purchase a $6 million dollar mansion (in cash) in Beverly Hills.

After he died, his mother inherited his catalogue. After her death, a male relative inherited the catalogue.

Rick James was one of the few Motown artists who refused to sign a contract unless he kept his publishing rights. After much haggling, Motown finally agreed to his terms.

According to Rick James:

1. It was Christmas in New York and I was depressed. I bought more dope, I didn't want to see anyone because I was so high.

I started feeling sorry for myself. Chico Ross, Diana's brother, and his wife Tracey came to see me. They were on their way to Diana's for Christmas and asked if I wanted to join them, but I refused.

They knew something was wrong but didn't speak on it.

Eddie Murphy also called and invited me for Christmas dinner with his family and I refused that invitation as well.

After I hung up the phone, I started to smoke as much crack as I could. The loneliness set in and I became more and more depressed. After every hit of crack, I fell deeper into this black hole of self-despair until my only way out was to do the final act-suicide.

I laid my wallet, my jewelry and the dope on the hotel nightstand with a suicide note. I then threw on an old Army jacket and stuffed my hair under a Rasta hat, then I walked into the cold of New York. Looking and wondering where a lonely Funk n' Roll singer might take his life.

Before I knew it, I was in the Village. I went into a corner bar and began to drink one bourbon after another. I drank so many back-to-back, the bartender cut me off and told me to leave.

Before I walked out the door. I used my last sip of bourbon to wash down a bunch of Valium's. As I staggered down the dark and icy street, I heard someone yelling my name. I was so well disguised it seemed impossible anybody could have recognized me.

I turned my head and saw Melle Mel and Scorpio from Grandmaster Flash, yelling at me, "Hey Rick, where you going?"

They were trying to talk to me, but I just dug my chin down into the collar of my coat and pushed by them. I could no longer hear what they were trying to say. All I saw were their mouths moving. I stumbled away as quickly as I could, and somehow I lost them.

I remember little else of what happened that evening except for making a pot of black coffee and sobering up.

2. Early in my career, Prince was my opening act. One night, my band gave me a birthday party.

Prince came, he was sitting at a table with some people not drinking. I walked up to him, grabbed him by the back of his hair and poured cognac down his throat. He spit it out like a little b**ch and I laughed and walked away.

Prince's whole demeanor was like that of a short uppity white boy. I never saw Prince hanging out with black men or black women.

According to Pam Grier:

One day, I awaited for my boyfriend-Kareem Abdul Jabbar in his Malibu home, he was returning from several road games and he was now a Muslim.

When he came through the door with his friends (they had also converted), I ran up to hug him, he moved back, as if I had bad breath or a contagious skin disease.

"Nice to see you, Pam," he said. And that was it.

Now that they had converted, they could speak to me, but there was no touching allowed. No intimate or personal conversations. In fact, I wasn't supposed to speak to them at all, unless I was answering specific questions. I stood their awkwardly, when Kareem said in a quiet voice, "You're supposed to leave the room now, Pam.

I walked out of the room feeling upset and humiliated.

Suddenly, Kareem was standing at the door to the bedroom, grinning, "Can you make us some sandwiches?" he asked.

After I made the sandwiches, he said, "You have to go now, you can take your sandwich with you."

I left and walked towards Malibu beach. I changed into a halter top and cutoffs. One of Kareem's friends saw me and called him.

Kareem was irate when I got back home, and he read me the riot act about disgracing him on the beach. He said, "You have to be covered. Arms, legs, and head. Only your hands can be seen."

Needless to say, our relationship didn't last much longer after this incident.

Actor Max Julien (The Mack) had originally written the role of Cleopatra Jones for his then girlfriend, actress-Vonetta McGee.

Before Jinx (Halle Berry) in James Bond, there was Cleopatra Jones.

An updated remake was in development in the early 2000's. The producers wanted Whitney Houston for the lead role. Allegedly, due to personal problems, Whitney was unable to comply, talks shut down and the project lost financing.

BACKSTORY:

Government special agent Cleopatra Jones (Tamara Dobson) oversees the torching of a heroin poppy field in Turkey, landing her on the wrong side of drug kingpin Mommy (Shelley Winters, appearing in four scenes) when she returns to the U.S.

Bernie Casey plays Cleo’s main man, the director of a drug treatment center raided by the cops on Mommy’s orders. Antonio Fargas – soon to be immortalized as Huggy Bear on Starsky and Hutch – is featured as a gangster named Doodlebug.

The idea of a black female secret agent who could stand up for the neighborhood, while doing it with the passport and weapons of James Bond, was ingenious and makes for good entertainment.

A sensational title theme by Joe Simon kicks things off right as we are introduced to Dobson (a former real life model) in Turkey. There’s also a car chase between Cleo’s customized black and silver Corvette Stingray (above) and a Ford Mustang that, while chewing up the same L.A. River flattop used for many a chase since, is absolutely bad ass and the highlight of the movie.

A 007 title sequence would probably cover this film’s entire budget, but it’s well produced and done with style.

Julien tried to set this film up with Samuel Arkoff’s American International Pictures, but when the deal fell through and he went to Warner Bros., AIP rushed ahead with their own Cleopatra Jones called "Coffy," starring Pam Grier.

A sequel – Cleopatra Jones and the Casino of Gold – followed in 1975.

Source: This Distracted Globe

According to Pam Grier:

One day, my ex-boyfriend Freddie Prinze called, he asked me to take a drive with him. He pulled up in his brand new Corvette, similar to my Corvette.

He asked me, ready to go? I need to prove to someone that I know you. He doesn't believe me.

I asked him, who is it?

He replied, I'll tell you when we get there.

We pulled up to this sprawling hacienda. Freddie pushed the button and spoke into the intercom. It's Freddie. Let me in.

After the gate opened, we drove up to the house. Richard Pryor came out. While I was sitting in the car, Richard stared at me and turned his gaze toward Freddie. "Motherf**ker, he said with wide eyes and a grin, "you do know the bitch."

Unbeknownst to me, Richard had already started his day, meaning, he was well into his recreational drug ingestion by 11 a.m.

I told Richard, it was really nice to meet you but I have to go.

A look of amazement swept over Richard's face. Then he looked offended. I must have been the first woman who had ever refused his offer of checking out his massive pad, doing the best designer drugs and whatever was expected to go along with it.

I was not interested in watching Richard and Freddie, two grown men, get stupid on cocaine.

Freddie shrugged his shoulders at Richard, promising to come back as soon as he dropped me off.

Months later, I encountered Richard again on the set of "Greased Lightning."

We became close on the set and Richard confided in me that he couldn't read. He learned all of his lines phonetically with the help of a few intimate acquaintances, and more than anything in the world, he wanted me to teach him to read. I found some novels about humor and Western history, and he made great strides in his reading, with me coaching him along the way. It turned out he loved words and his dream was to read War and Peace.

Actually, in many ways, Richard and I mirrored each other. As horrible as it was, we'd both been raped at six years old, we had suffered the shame and indignity of it, and we understood the pain of silence.

Source: "A Memoir: My Life In Three Acts," by: Pam Grier with Andrea Cagan

According to Robin Givens:

One night, Mike organized a night out for us, my mother and an female friend. We planned to go to a rap concert at the Hollywood Bowl to see Run-DMC and the Beastie Boys.

We all piled into a long black limousine.

When we got to our seats, we clapped and sang along and danced.

Suddenly, Mike excused himself to go to the bathroom.

Looking at him, I noticed he was drenched in sweat. "Are you sick?" I asked. He shook his head, and I told him to hurry back.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly several very large men and a couple of police officers approached us.

"You need to follow us," the largest one said.

"What's wrong?" I asked, but I didn't get a answer.

We were escorted through the large, excited crowd and out to the parking lot. To my surprise, Mike was out in the parking lot, looking even sweatier than he'd been when he'd left us. He had a strange expression on his face; he appeared to be in a panic. He grabbed me by the arm, saying, "Get in the car, Robin."

By now, there was a crowd swarming around us, with police holding them back and photographers snapping away.

"What happened?" my mother asked.

Mike said, "Just get in the car, Ma."

While we were in the car, I asked him, "Are you okay, Mike?

He said, "I was in the parking lot and this girl just went crazy!"

"Why were you in the parking lot?" I asked. I thought you said you were going to the bathroom.

I never got a straight answer from Mike.

Later, I found out what happened.

My husband was charged with assault and battery involving a woman.

*At the time, media outlets speculated that Mike Tyson had met up with this woman in the parking lot (for a sex hookup) and things got out of hand and the police were called.

Ike had just finished a gig at the "Harlem Club," in Mississippi. It was dawn and he was on a gravel road that passed by a huge compress, about eight blocks long and eight blocks square, with a platform where trucks backed up to unload cotton. Inside the compress you had rows and rows of cotton which had been baled up at the gin and was waiting to be processed.

Ike said: The sun was just beginning to come up and I saw this black guy come out the side of his house. He ran across the street in front of me, I had to slide and turn sideways to avoid hitting him. He had a shotgun in his hand and big boxes of shells.

What had happened was this guy was having an altercation with his wife and somebody called the police. The police arrived and one cop slapped the black guy in the face. The black guy whipped his ass.

He knew he was in trouble, after all, it was the early 60's in Mississippi. He ran into his bedroom, got his shotgun and a box of shells. Then he climbed out the window and ran across the street in front of me.

He then jumped up on the platform where the trucks pull up. There's a huge door in the back of it. He slid the door open, ran into the compress and pulled it closed behind him. The cops called the sheriff.

After a while, the sheriff and a deputy arrived. The sheriff announced: "I'll show you how to get that ni*ger out of there!"

He pulled the door open and boom! The black guy blew his head off!

The other two cops were real scared now. One of them had the radio, calling for additional help.

Word of this incident reached the white townsfolk. They started coming from everywhere, in pickup trucks, cars and everything.

The cops shot in tear gas to force the black guy out of his hiding place.

When I next saw the black guy, they were dragging him on the floor by his feet. He was unconscious. They dragged him to the platform where they unload cotton, where all the blacks could see him.

They tore loose his pants, took a knife and cut his entire penis off (including testicles). Then they cut his throat and stuck his penis into his throat.

This was suppose to scare us blacks.

But it didn't scare me because the black guy had killed a lot of them before he died.

Over the years, I've talked to a lot of people in Mississippi and they still remember this horrific scene.

"DID A JIMI HENDRIX FAN MURDER HIS FIANCEE-36 YEARS AFTER HIS DEATH?"

Murder Mystery:

Although Jimi Hendrix and Monika Dannemann (artist & former skating champion) were engaged for two years, they spent only three weeks together during their entire engagement.

In 2006, 36 years after the death of Hendrix, Monika was found dead inside her fume-filled Mercedes sports car at her home in Seaford, Sussex (UK).

Monika had received death threats ever since Hendrix died.

Her long-time companion, musician Uli Jon Roth, insists that her death was suspicious. He says, "She used to get death threats over the phone."

He wonders, "did an avid Hendrix fan kill her?"

UPDATE!!

Several months ago, it was alleged that Jimi Hendrix's manager (Michael Jeffrey) had him murdered. Jeffrey also took out an enormous life insurance policy on Hendrix. Jeffrey also managed the British band, "The Animals." Many members charged him with appropriating most of their royalties.

Jeffrey was killed in a mid-air collision. He went to his grave claiming that he had murdered Jimi Hendrix, using Hendrix's fiancee Monika Dannemann as an accomplice. We reported (last week) that Dannermann received death threats after Hendrix died, is this the reason why?

Fast Forward:

Jeffrey allegedly told some associates that he hired Monika to ply Hendrix with pills and alcohol on the night of his death. Although these stories have never been independently confirmed.

The night Jimi Hendrix died, he was with Monika (above) and he desperately needed rest. Monika allegedly gave him nine of her prescribed Vesperax sleeping pills which he washed down with red wine (suggested by Monika). Vesperax was a German drug unknown to Hendrix. He trusted Monika and swallowed all of them, even though her doctor had instructed that she should take only half a tablet at a time.

After Hendrix's death, Dr. John Bannister said there was a strong possibility that red wine contributed to Jimi's death as well. He added, "there's a strong possibility that Jimi actually died from forced inhalation of copious amounts of red wine."

Media Blackout: "The amount of wine that was all over him was extraordinary," Bannister said, "Not only was it saturated right through his hair and shirt, but both his lungs and stomach were absolutely full of wine. We had a sucker that you put down the trachea, the entrance to his lungs, and to the back of his throat. We kept it sucking and it kept surging and surging. He had already vomited up masses of red wine, and I would have thought there was half a bottle of wine in his hair. He drowned in a massive amount of red wine."

"We worked very hard for half an hour, but there was no response at all."

FRED WILLIAMSON: (MOST NOTORIOUS PLAYBOY IN BLACK HOLLYWOOD HISTORY)

During his reign in the 1970's, actor Fred Williamson was a notorious playboy. Not only was he gorgeous, he had an awesome physique with hazel eyes and he stood 6'2; he was a hunk, a beautiful speciman of a man. Williamson was the black Rubirosa of the 70's.

This former NFL player had his pick of Hollywood starlets, black and white. Fred was so aggressive towards women, he openly flirted with actress Vonetta McGee right in front of her live in boyfriend (Max Julien). He also dated actress Brenda Sykes but she allegedly left him because he was too conceited.

Williamson was the first African-American man to purchase a Malibu beach home in the 1970's. He often hosted "women only" pool parties, as pictured above. Williamson was also the first black blaxexploitation actor to earn $100,000 per film in the 1970's.

When he wasn't surrounded by a harem of beauties, Williamson lived with his two main women (one black, one white); Hugh Hefner style. Williamson loved the hedonistic lifestyle. He also enjoyed expensive sportscars-Jaguars and Corvettes.

His Malibu pad became party central for black actors and actresses in the 1970's (Pam Grier, Calvin Lockhart, Tamara Dobson, Billy Dee Williams, Richard Pryor, Sheila Frazier, Ron O'Neal, Jim Kelly, Jim Brown and Jeannie Bell).

In 1974, Williamson did a semi-nude spread for Playgirl magazine.

Williamson was naturally sexy and once said, "The secret to my sex appeal? I don't like wearing underwear!"

Williamson was not only a talented athlete and actor but he was also an college graduate and successful architect.

Williamson was also the first black man to successfully obtain major distribution and financing (at the Cannes film festival) in regards to his production company which produced several films.

Williamson lived in Rome, Italy for a few years, producing films and he also shot a film in Chile.

As far as we know, Williamson has never been married and he has at least one son. He's very private about his personal life.

Williamson also invested his money wisely and became a millionaire.

(2ND MOST FAMOUS BLACK PLAYBOY IN HOLLYWOOD)

Ken Norton was extremely sexy and handsome in his prime. His physique is natural (he never worked out) and he had his pick of famous women.

Between championship fights, Norton was often spotted with attractive black twin models and actresses.

When he arrived at clubs, women surrounded him.

Norton is still known as the smartest boxer. He is an whiz at investing his money. Due to his financial savvy, he was a millionaire after investing his first (championship) purse. Norton also has lucrative real estate holdings.

When the group TLC was having financial difficulties, Norton came to their aide, advicing them on financial matters.

Mr. Dalvin is the only member of Jodeci who invested his money well. Back in the day, Dalvin was the first African-American to have a penthouse in Trump Towers and he drove a Porsche.

Today, he owns homes in the Hollywood Hills and the Valley, he also drives a Hummer and a Rover. Dalvin is also the only member of Jodeci who doesn't have kids. Allegedly, Devante has kids and his 19-year-old daughter is rumored to be pregnant. JoJo is rumored to have six kids and K-Ci is rumored to have four kids.

After performances, Ike often stayed in a "party/sex room." A few times when he was in the middle of a sex party, according to him, Tina knocked on the door and he would have one of the women open it. He claimed, "Tina could see me from the door, lying in the bed. She would reach in with some food and say, 'Give this to Ike.' Then she would leave."

Sometimes, when the girls saw Tina, they got nervous or scared, thinking that Tina might cause a scene. Ike would tell them, 'Don't worry, she's not going to do anything."

Ike added: Tina never participated in the sex parties, nor did she do drugs, she didn't even smoke and the only time she drank alcohol was if we went to some social gathering where everybody was drinking socially.

IN RELATED NEWS:

According to the late Ike Turner, the Rolling Stones tour was the beginning of Ike & Tina Turner doing well in the music industry. That's when "Proud Mary" was cut.

On "Proud Mary," you hear Ike's voice and that's a rare thing. His voice was supposed to be erased but he didn't have a chance to mix the record. He had to leave and go to Australia and Ike assumed the engineer would erase his voice but he left it on the record.

Some people would be surprised to learn that a white girl (Linda Creed-top photo) wrote or co-wrote the lyrics to such R&B classics as the Stylistics "Betcha By Golly Wow," "You Make Me Feel Brand New," "I'm Stone In Love With You," "Stop, Look, Listen (To Your Heart)," "You Are My Everything." Creed wrote or cowrote the following hits for the Spinners: "Could It Be I'm Falling In Love," and "The Rubberband Man." Creed also wrote Teddy Pendergrass's "Life Is A Song Worth Singing.

But her biggest hit (standard) was "The Greatest Love Of All." Recorded by George Benson and Whitney Houston.

All of the above songs generate millions for Creed's estate.

Linda Creed also worked with fellow Philadelphia native Phyllis Hyman on many of her songs, most notably "Old Friend."

A movie depicting the music industry had a character loosely based on Linda Creed. This black friendly character often rehearsed black singing groups in public and private to the dismay of racist neighbors but she didn't care-as she created a legacy with the stroke of a pen and the pounding of her piano keys.

According to the late Teddy Pendergrass: "Linda Creed played a very special role in my life after the accident that left me paralyzed. I loved her, not only for what she gave me but for what she had to sacrifice to do so. By the time I came home from rehab, Linda had been battling breast cancer for over five years. She was a courageous women with incredible spirit, and at a time when she faced so many problems of her own, she gave so much to me.

She often came to my house, sometimes with her two little girls, and we'd sit up in my room and talk about all kinds of things but mostly about songwriting. If she felt fatigued, as she often did, she'd crawl up on my bed and lie next to me.

Linda gets the total credit for pushing me to write. We would lie in bed and talk about songs; how they were constructed, what worked, what didn't. Linda was a genius and I couldn't have asked for a better teacher.

More important, though, Linda could always make me smile and laugh. Even when it was clear that she was losing her battle, she found a way to cheer me on through my battle. For this, she will always be special to me, and when I stop to think about how my ability to write songs changed my life, I thank Linda, wherever she is. When she passed in 1986, at just thirty-seven years of age, the world lost a brilliant writer and I lost a dear friend."

The late Teddy Pendergrass once stated: "It's funny how things work out sometimes. I left Harold Melvin & The Bluenotes in 1975. My first impulse was to handpick some guys from other vocal groups to create my own. I considered asking tenor Harry Ray of the Moments (above center-second photo) and another guy.

Then I realized that being part of another group wasn't what I wanted to do. On the other hand, I knew that going out as a solo artist without name recognition would be tough. But the next thing I knew, I was leading my own group: The Blue Notes."

During a performance with the original Supremes. Midway through "I Hear A Symphony," Diana Ross suddenly stopped singing and began slowly backing away from her microphone. Mary and Flo sang their background parts loudly and executed their choreography more broadly in the hopes of filling in the gaping hole left by Diana's silence.

The confused audience watched as Diana put both hands up to her ears as if she was trying to block out the droning music. Flo, standing to her left, remembered Diana swooning and moaning," What's happening to me? I feel so small. I'm getting smaller and smaller." An announcement was made to the alarmed audience that the show was being cancelled due to the illness of Diana Ross.

"What's wrong with her? What's happening?" the backstage staff asked each other. "What do we do?"

The scene turned frantic as Diana lay on the dressing room couch, her head in Flo's lap. As Flo massaged her temples and tried to reassure her, Diana wept. "I have this pain in my head," Flo remembered her crying. "I can't go on, not another show. I just can't go on, it's too much."

Flo told her, "You'll be all right, we're all here for you." She turned to an aide, "Get me the phone," she said, taking charge. I need to call Berry."

Berry picked up the phone on the first ring. Flo told him, "Diana's sick and we can't continue. Berry told her he didn't think it was necessary to cancel. Flo, now infuriated, told him, "Look, I know a whole lot more about what's going on than you think I do." It sounded like a threat.

Berry shouted something at her and she hung up on him.

Berry was on the next plane to Boston. When he saw Diana, he immediately canceled the rest of the engagement and took her back to Detroit where she was admitted to Henry Ford hospital.

When Flo arrived at the hospital, Diana was alone, sitting on the bed looking frail. Flo remembered that Diana was listening to the instrumental track of a song Berry had brought over for her to learn. An arrangement that when completed would go on to become "Love Is Here And Now You're Gone." Flo sat on the bed next to Diana.

Diana reached out and clasped Flo's hands. She told Flo, maybe you should sing more leads. Flo said, Diana, I don't think so. "You're the one who can do anything she wants to." Flo began to cry. The two girls were silent for a minute before Flo turned to Diana and asked her a very direct question. "Diana, are you going to leave us?"

"I don't know, Flo," Diana said with genuine uncertainty.

Flo said, "Who's going to take care of you if you leave us. Who's going to help you when you're sick? Not Berry, no way! He don't care about you, Diana, all he cares about is money."

Flo recalled, as soon as she mentioned Berry Gordy's name. Diana's eyes filled with tears.

Diana said, "Thanks for what you did in Boston, thanks for helping me."

"You don't have to thank me, Diana," Flo said.

The two girls sat on the hospital bed, and as they held hands and sobbed, "Love Is Here And Now You're Gone," played over and over again on the tape recorder.

"NOSTALGIA" (PHYLLIS HYMAN'S LAST DAY-BEFORE & AFTER COMMITTING SUICIDE)

Whatever the reason, Phyllis Hyman chose not to play the Apollo Theater one last time before committing suicide.

She didn't share this with Mary Flowers, the show's promoter. On the phone, earlier that morning, Phyllis promised she would rock the house and reminded Flowers to have a menu from Sylvia's, the famous soul food restaurant, waiting in her dressing room.

The night before, Phyllis received a visitor to her apartment at 10 a.m. It was her drug source making a delivery (of pills).

The following day, after her assistants left her apartment, Phyllis walked into her bedroom, locked the door behind her, sat down on the edge of her bed and swallowed handfuls of her favorite sleeping pills, Tuinal. The drug had fallen out of favor with most physicians for its side effects, and no respectable doctor would prescribe them. Phyllis took more than enough to make sure her suicide attempt would work.

An hour later, her assistants arrived at her apartment. Upstairs, they found a note from Phyllis saying she was napping and did not wish to be disturbed.

They knocked repeatedly on her bedroom door. When she didn't answer they tried to open it and found it locked from the inside.

They found the building superintendent and asked him to open the door. Once opened, they found Phyllis, propped up on several pillows and dressed in a black and white one-piece bathing suit and a white terry cloth robe, on the bed, her sleeping mask resting on her forehead above her closed eyes. Her arm was extended, and a pen and notepad lay just beyond her fingers.

In shaky handwriting was written a note that said merely, "I'm tired. I'm tired. Those of you that I love know who you are. May God bless you!"

Once on the scene, the paramedics were in fact, able to find a weak pulse. They placed an oxygen mask over Phyllis's face and transferred her to a gurney, propped up in a sitting position.

For 90 minutes, Phyllis's family and friends waited while doctors worked on Phyllis. But it was no use. At 3:50 p.m., a hospital official arrived in the lobby and delivered the news, Phyllis was gone.

The show that night at the Apollo did go on. But not everyone stayed for it. Many fans learned of Phyllis's death only after reaching the Apollo, where local news crews waited to interview Phyllis's fans. Some gave their tickets away, others requested and received a refund.

In the 1980's, headlines blared: "Ike Turner shot the paperboy for hitting a dog with a newspaper!"

According to Ike: This was untrue.

One morning, Ike left his new wife Ann at home. He went to Bel Air to do drugs. While he was gone, she heard their dog barking. She looked out the window and saw the paperboy (a grown man) holding her dog by the leash and hitting him across the nose with a newspaper.

They would later find out that the paperboy was a 49 year old man who stood 6'4. He was also arrogant. He did things to other people in the neighborhood on his paper route but "because I was Ike Turner, they put it in the newspapers that I shot the paperboy."

Anyway, Ann ran down the steps and grabbed the leash from him and asked him why he was hitting the dog. He said, "This motherfucker been messing with me for 11 days."

Ann told him, "Well, you know he's not going to bite."

And that's when he took the palm of his hand and hit upwards in a blow to her chin. He then told her, "Shut up bitch!"

Ann went upstairs crying and called Ike. Ike got some of his bodyguards and returned home.

When they arrived, he was gone. Ike stayed at home, waiting for him to return. Three days later, his daughter came running upstairs, "Daddy, the man who beat up Mommy is outside."

Ike ran downstairs, the grown paperboy was getting out of his car and he had a little girl in the car with him. Ike approached him and told him, "we need to talk!"

He walked over to Ike. Ike told him, "A few days ago there was a problem between you and my wife. What do you have to say for yourself?" He told Ike, "Why the fuck don't you ask her?"

Ike went upstairs and got a gun.

Ike went back outside, the guy was now 20 feet away from his home. He saw the gun in Ike's hand and said, "What you going to do, shoot me?"

Ike said, 'good idea.'

Ike fired in the air. He saw Ike was serious. Then Ike saw him make a hand movement towards his jacket pocket, like he had a gun. Ike shot him through the calf of his leg. He hopped down the sidewalk and jumped a fence, leaving his child in the car.

Ike was arrested. When he went to trial, he was found not guilty because several other women in the neighborhood came forward and said the paperboy had also physically abused them.

In her memoirs, actress Liz Renay claimed that Sammy Davis, Jr. was a good platonic friend for some three decades.

She said Davis came on strong one night in Las Vegas but she rejected him because she was getting married the next day.

When queried about this platonic relationship years later, she said she deliberately lied because her lover and sponsor, mobster Mickey Cohen (above), did not want her to sleep black.

Also, Sammy had been threatened by the mob when news broke of his relationship with white actress Kim Novak. Some mobsters threatened to put out his other eye.

Renay adds: "We kept our nocturnal activities a deep secret."

"He had the stamina of a bull and was very well hung. He was ugly as a pile of crap but good in bed. I don't usually date black, but I figured he was a star.

Renay alleges: "Sammy told me one night in Las Vegas, he let Liberace give him head (fellatio) but he much preferred getting it from Linda Lovelace."

According to Ike Turner: "When I met Tina, I had the keys to thirty-two women's apartments. And I was sexing all thirty-two a couple of times a week in the early days in St. Louis. Tina knew that."

"She would get girls for me when she was going with some guy named Raymond. I'd say, 'Tina, go get that girl there, tell her to get a cab and go to my house. That one over there, tell her to wait in the car.'

"Tina knew that I loved women with big rear ends, and real curvy legs, or women who would spoil me by giving me exactly what I wanted, when I wanted it. I told Tina about all these girls I was going with because she was like a buddy to me. Tina knows everything I like and don't like in women. She tried to be all that I wanted, rather than be herself."

"Around this time, all at once, Tina started to cry a lot. I was really tight with Gloria, a gorgeous Spanish woman who looked like Sophia Loren, I even bought her a new car."

"One night, Tina took too many pills. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she was foaming at the mouth."

"I carried her in my arms to the hospital. We found out later that Tina had taken about forty pills (Tuinal).

"Her tongue was all swollen up in her mouth." "I walked over to the bed where she was resting. I said, "Ann, if you can hear me, move your tongue." Her tongue moved a little."

"I told her, "You chicken-shit motherfucker. You always said that you wanted to be as much of a woman as I am a man. You're a coward. We got these four kids so you're going to leave them all with me so I gotta take care of them?"

"This ain't the first time you tried to do this. Why do you keep leaving me with these damn hospital bills? If you really want to die, why don't you just stop putting me through all these damn changes and go to an overpass and wait until a big truck, an eighteen-wheeler is coming, then you jump off. Then, I got no hospital bills."

(MAN WHO CO-WROTE NATALIE COLE'S BIGGEST HITS IS JESSE JACKSON'S HALF BROTHER)

The songwriting/production duo of Chuck Jackson (first photo-far left-Jesse Jackson's half brother) and Marvin Yancy produced gold and platinum, career-launching hits for Natalie Cole ("This Will Be," "Inseparable," "Sophisticated Lady [She's a Different Lady]," "Our Love," and "I've Got Love on My Mind," among many others). They also produced hits for Ronnie Dyson, including "The More You Do It (The More I Like It Done to Me)" and "Don't Be Afraid."

Chuck Jackson -- not to be confused with the singer of "Any Day Now"/"I Don't Want to Cry" fame -- was primarily the lyricist half of the duo. The Greenville, SC, native's interest in music was nurtured by his mother who was a member of the church choir. This is where Jackson received his core musical training. He also sang in the high school choir. After high school, Jackson earned a M.A. in Commercial Art from Fermin University and taught for a year. In 1969, he moved to Chicago to work for Playboy as an art director.

During his lunch break, Jackson would scribble down song ideas. A friend told him about a songwriting workshop that was held by R&B/soul singer Jerry Butler. The Butler Workshop was funded by Chappel Music and rewarded promising songwriters with a salaried staff writing position and a publishing contract. By now, Jackson had written around 135 songs. He approached Butler with one of his songs, "If It's Real What I Feel." Butler liked it but didn't feel that the song was right for him, so Jackson made a demo with a church friend, Brenda Lee Eager. Butler accepted the tape and Jackson wrote a couple of songs. Butler recorded two of Jackson's songs, "If It's Real What I Feel" and "Walk Easy My Son."

During an Operation Breadbasket (now PUSH) expo, pianist Marvin Yancy was backing legendary gospel group the Caravans. After the show, Jackson approached Yancy about co-writing eight songs for Aretha Franklin. Nothing happened with the songs, but it did start the pair's collaboration. One of the duo's songs, "Just As Long As You Need Me," caught the ear of former Impressions manager Eddie Thomas who suggested that Jackson and Yancy form a vocal group. Choosing the name the Independents, the group included Jackson on lead vocals with Yancy recruiting vocalist Helen Curry and Maurice Jackson -- no relation to Chuck -- to fill out the sound. Thomas got them a deal with New York-based Wand/Scepter Records. "Just As Long As You Need Me" was a hit, going to number eight R&B and number 84 pop on Billboard's charts in spring 1972. The follow-ups were "I Just Want to Be There" (fall 1972) and the million-selling number one R&B hit "Leaving Me" in the spring of 1973.

Marvin Yancy became a pastor at his late father's church and recorded several gospel albums, until in 1985, he suffered a fatal heart attack at age 34.

In the '80s, Jackson produced Be Woods' "Azz Izz," Phyllis Hyman, and others. Other LPs produced by the duo include Natalie Cole's Don't Look Back, I'm Ready, Natalie... Live, and Natalie Cole; Peabo Bryson's We're the Best of Friends; and the Dells' One Step Closer.

BLACK PLAYGIRL/MODEL:

Former Ebony Fashion Fair model Harlean Harris was once considered one of the most beautiful black women in the world and she was often named to the "International Best Dressed List."

She was often pursued by celebrities and wealthy men.  She dated Sam Cooke and was Jackie Wilson's second wife.

Backstory:

On February 15, 1961 in Manhattan, Jackie Wilson was injured in a shooting. It is said the real story is that one of his girlfriends, Juanita Jones, shot and wounded him in a jealous rage when he returned to his apartment with another woman, fashion model Harlean Harris, an ex-girlfriend of Sam Cooke. To protect Wilson's reputation, his management concocted a story that Jones was an obsessed fan who had threatened to shoot herself, and that Wilson's intervention resulted in his being shot.

Wilson was shot twice: one bullet would result in the loss of a kidney, the other lodged too close to his spine to be operated on. However, just months before Wilson suffered a heart attack, he was interviewed by author Arnold Shaw, and maintained that it actually was an overzealous fan whom he didn't know, that had shot him. "We also had some trouble in 1961. That was when some crazy chick took a shot at me and nearly put me away for good..."The story of the overzealous fan was accepted, and no charges were brought against Jones.

Wilson's second marriage was to model Harlean Harris in 1967 with whom he had three children, but they separated soon after. Wilson later met and lived with Lynn Crochet. He was with Crochet until his heart attack in 1975. However, as he and Harris never officially divorced, Harris took the role of Wilson's caregiver for the singer's remaining nine years.

According to Ike Turner: "I had been in the studio all night, when the limo arrived with the Ikettes (including Tina), I had my hands full walking to the car. When I reached the car, I reached to Tina and said, "Hey, Tina, hold some of these clothes."

"She looked at me and looked away. Now she knows damn well this is the way to get me to knock her ass off! She should not ignore me. I don't take that type of shit!"

I get in the car and ask her: "Hey, Tina, what's your problem?" She said nothing. So, we get to the airport and I'm irritable.

Meantime, I have been doing so much cocaine, that I have this hole through my nose and it's raw. It was painful. I had to put more cocaine on it to deaden it, that's how bad it was.

Tina didn't want me to do coke. She was right. Every time I told her my nose was in pain, she'd say, "You ought to leave it alone. Why do you keep messing with it."

Now, this is the part that brought on the last fight. It started when she was digging at me on the airplane. I asked her something and she turned her nose up at me again.

When we got to Dallas, I got in the limo. My nose started bleeding, running down my lip. I asked Tina to get me a kleenex, she turned her head and looked out the window.

In front of the Ikettes, I slapped the shit out of her. She jumped up in the limo and put her knee in my chest. I grabbed her windpipe to pull her off me. And I couldn't stop punching her.

She was trying to kick me with her legs and she screamed: "You won't ever find nobody to stick with you like I did. You'll see!'

And I screamed, fuck you! fuck you!

Both her eyes were blackened shut, her nose was broke and her lip was busted.

Anyway, we go to the hotel and sit down in these love seats. I fall asleep, when I wake up, she was gone.

The effect was devastating.

We had to cancel everything I booked. My life ain't been right since.

*Despite Ikette (Ann Thomas) witnessing Ike plummet Tina to a bloody pulp, she would become Ike's next wife.

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(MOTOWN MURDER MYSTERY OR URBAN LEGEND?)

Berry Gordy always had security guards at his side, even when he entertained guests at his home. At one party, allegedly, one of his bodyguards was shot to death under what are still mysterious circumstances.

One former Motown executive who attended the party recalled, "All I know is that this man was killed at the party, and I remember being scared to death about it."

The rumor was that the perpetrators were dangerous men from Detroit who were trying to prove that they could infiltrate celebrity circles despite security.

One night after a sold-out concert date in the South, Diana Ross and her white road manager, Shelly Berger dropped by a pizza parlor after the show. While he ordered, Ross went over to the juke box to see if any of The Supremes records were there. As she was looking, she heard a voice growl, "Hey n**ger!"

At first, it didn't register. She looked straight ahead at a menu on the wall, stunned.

Then, again, "N**ger!"

Louder, "Hey, n**ger!"

Diana whirled around. The men at the table were smirking. She couldn't tell which one had spoken. Her first reaction, fear, was quickly replaced by the kind of blind anger which makes people do bold things. She started to approach their table. Shelly Berger grabbed her arm.

"Let's get the hell out of here, quick!"

"Wait a minute, let me..." she began to protest.

"No. It's not a good idea. Let's just go.

"One of these days, you just wait!" she muttered under her breath. Before walking out the door, Diana Ross took one more long look at them. When she turned her back to leave, she heard the angry voice again.

"Over here, n**ger!"

After Flo Ballard left Los Angeles in the summer of 1975, she and Mary Wilson didn't speak to each other until the following November when Mary hosted a family reunion in Detroit. Mary decided not to invite Flo to the party. She showed up anyway. It was the last time Mary would see her alive.

A few months later, Flo decided she wanted to talk to Diana Ross. She called around and obtained her Beverly Hills number.

Flo remembered the phone rang three times before a male voice on the other end answered very formally, "Miss Ross residence."

"May I speak to Miss Ross, please? Flo asked politely.

"Whom shall I say is calling?" he intoned.

"Florence...Florence Ballard."

"Who is this, really?" the person on the other end demanded impatiently. "Miss Ross is extremely busy and certainly has not time to....

"Just tell her it's Florence."

Suddenly, Diana picked up the extension.

"Flo?" My God. Is it really you?"

Florence recalled that, for the next hour, the two of them enjoyed the nicest conversation they'd had in many years. Mostly, they discussed motherhood, their children and Diana's career.

"I saw the movie, Mahogany," Flo remembered telling her.

"Well, did you like it?" Diana asked.

"Not really," Flo said. "You looked great, girl, but that ending. To go back to the ghetto after seeing the world and being the toast of the town. That would never happen.

After her conversation with Diana, Florence received an unexpectant and anonymous package containing $50,000 dollars.

The reason you don't see actor Kadeem Hardison in many films is because he doesn't have to work if he doesn't want to.

Kadeem invested his money very well. He owns several footlocker stores and numerous apartment buildings in Southern, CA.

Nikki Harris (sometimes spelled Haris), far right, performed as an background dancer/singer with Madonna for 14 years and was featured prominently in Madonna's documentary "Truth Or Dare." Haris participated in various Madonna tours including Who's That Girl Tour (1987), Blond Ambition Tour (1990), The Girlie Show Tour (1993) and The Drowned World Tour (2001).

Madonna has always paid her people very well and Haris also co-wrote one of Madonna's biggest hits, "Express Yourself."

During The Re-Invention Tour in 2004, Haris was replaced with Siedah Garrett. The official word from Haris is that she "would like to focus on her solo career and family."

Haris currently lives in an $2 million dollar mansion with her boyfriend, Jay King, formerly of "Club Nouveau," above center. They have several luxury cars at their disposal. The couple also has a small child.

Haris has collaborated with many artists including, Michelle Branch, All Saints, Whitney Houston, Kylie Minogue, Anita Baker, Ray Charles, Mick Jagger, Julian Lennon, LeAnn Rimes, Luther Vandross, Jessica Simpson, Pussycat Dolls, Santana, The Righteous Brothers, Rufus, Enrique Iglesias, Marilyn Manson, Madonna, Snap!.and Julien Rodd.

Haris choreographed the MTV Awards for Madonna as well as providing some additional choreography on The Girlie Show, and for the television series Melrose Place. Haris also helped stage scenes for Sharon Stone in "Basic Instinct."

 

In his heyday, Gregory Abbott was described as 'having the looks of Philip Michael Thomas,' and the brain of Albert Einstein. We've reported on this former U.C. Berkeley professor before and how he was married to Freda Payne; their son is drop dead gorgeous.

Update:

Gregory Abbott currently lives in the Caribbean like a king! His money is so well invested that he'll never have to work again in his life. Reportedly, he receives six figure royalty payments (on a quarterly basis) from his biggest hit: "Shake You Down."

Ike Turner once hired a white Ikette (Bonnie Bramlett). Ike had a stylist darken her skin with makeup before she hit the stage. She was often mistakened as a high yellow black woman.

One night, after a performance in the south, Bramlett took the makeup off and joined the band (including Ike) for a late night dinner excursion at an all-night soul food diner across town.

They were traveling on an deserted expressway (late at night, not much traffic) when two white guys in a pickup truck pulled up alongside them and noticed Bramlett.

They started screaming, "Did ya'll n***ers kidnap that white woman? All of ya'll need a good lynching!"

The white guys continued with a stream of racial epithets.

Ike had finally had enough and pulled out a gun and started shooting. The white guys tried to escape but crashed. Ike looked through the back windoow and saw movement (from both guys) in the pickup truck. He then told his driver and told him to step on it!

Ike never found out the fate of those white guys and the band managed to slip out of town before all hell broke loose.

In Related News:

Ike's granddaughter recently had a massive stroke at the age of 24. We would like to wish her a full and speedy recovery.

Lena Horne was dining in a posh Hollywood restaurant in the early 1960's when she overheard a waiter tell a white drunk that he would be with him in a minute, as soon as he'd finished serving Lena Horne.

But the drunk wanted instant service. 'Where is Lena Horne, anyway?' the drunk wanted to know. 'She's just another n**ger,' he said.

At that point Lena stood up and said, here I am, you bastard! Here's the n**ger you couldn't see."

Lena proceeded to hurl a large glass ashtray at the man's head.

It didn't take much imagination to figure out that "Dreamgirls," was, at least in part, the story of Diana Ross and the Supremes.

The Deena Jones character was a 60's Diana Ross clone in every visual, cliched way, flailing arms, thick eye make-up, heavy duty wigs and a mouthful of sparkling teeth.

Sheryl Lee Ralph did a masterful job of mimicry. She admitted, "I did deny it over and over again whenever anyone asked if it was true that the character I played was Diana. And it was all a big lie, because it really was Diana that I was trying to look like and sound like."

In 1982, Sheryl Lee Ralph finally met Diana Ross at the Russian Tea Room, a fashionable restaurant next to Carnegie Hall in New York. Ralph, who was at a pay phone when Diana came sweeping by, was excited about the opportunity to meet the woman she portrayed on Broadway.

"Oh, excuse me, Miss Ross," she said very politely. "I just wanted to introduce myself. My name is Sheryl..."

"Ralph," Diana said, cutting her off. "I know you. You're from that show."

And then Diana just rushed by her.

Unproven rumors suggest that Diana Ross felt betrayed because one of her dear friends, Suzanne dePasse was managing the star of Dreamgirls-Jennifer Holiday (at the time). Diana was also angry that she wasn't consulted about the play.

In August 1975, Mary Wilson arranged for Florence Ballard to visit her in Los Angeles. She brought her on stage during one of the Supremes shows, and the sight of Flo was heartbreaking. She had never stopped drinking and the effect of years of alcohol showed. The warmth and softness in her face was gone. But the audience cheered loudly anyway. With tears in her eyes, Flo stood in a soft blue spotlight before 2,000 people, all of whom were standing and applauding.

The next night, she was backstage before the show. "Got a cigarette?" she asked one fan.

The fan stared at her, barely able to believe his eyes. "Aren't you ?" he began."Oh my goodness...

"Yes, it's me," Flo acknowledged, her voice deep, raspy and hard-sounding. "Got a cigarette?"

The fan reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of Marlboros. With her eyes fixed on the pack of cigarettes, Flo took one out and shoved it into her mouth. With shaking hands, she struck a match and lit it, barely able to align the match with the cigarette. She took a heavy drag and exhaled loudly. The fan shuddered. Florence, realizing she was under heavy scrutiny, shifted from foot to foot.

Suddenly, Mary Wilson swept grandly by wearing a low-cut white sequined gown, matching turban, and a black and white feather stole. She held a flute of champagne in her hand. Grinning, she said something to someone about how fabulous she thought she looked. "It took me three hours to get my makeup to look like this," she gushed. Three hours! Can you believe it!

Florence tried to ignore her. "Goddamn, I need a drink," she said, twitching. "A double shot, that's what I need right now."

The fan wished he could reach out and let her unburden her heart. Instead, he turned and walked away. It was too painful to see her like this. One of his friends caught up with him, pointing to the woman in the floral print dress leaning against the wall, he asked, "Isn't that...?

"No, it's not," the fan said as he shook his head and continued walking.

"OVERLOOKED BLACK MAN WROTE BIGGEST HITS IN ROCK & ROLL HISTORY"

Otis Blackwell was a songwriter, singer, and pianist whose work significantly influenced rock ‘n’ roll. His compositions include Elvis Presley's "Don't Be Cruel," "All Shook Up" and "Return to Sender,” Peggy Lee's "Fever,” Jerry Lee Lewis's "Great Balls of Fire" and "Breathless."

Blackwell helped shape the sound of Rock & Roll.

Otis Blackwell was born in Brooklyn, New York. He won a local talent contest at the Apollo Theater in Harlem, New York in 1952, at 21. He could not, however, transform his initial accomplishment into a successful career as a performer. His own recordings never cracked the Top 40 on the hit parade charts. “When you hit them with your best stuff and they just look at you, well, it’s time to go home,” he said.

Blackwell then turned to song writing and soon became one of the leading figures of early rock 'n' roll, despite being virtually unknown to the public. Blackwell wrote million-selling songs for Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Dee Clark and other leading artists throughout the 1950s. He also recruited other songwriters to write for Presley such as Winfield Scott.

When a contract dispute with his publishing company forced him to stop writing songs under his own name, he adopted the white-sounding pen-name, "John Davenport."

Throughout his lifetime, Blackwell (aka Davenport) composed more than a thousand songs which had worldwide sales of close to 200 million records.

For years Blackwell’s talent was largely ignored by the American public. Even Elvis Presley, who owed much of his success to Blackwell’s songs, failed to list him as the head writer on the songs he recorded. Though he was able to live comfortably for the majority of his life, Blackwell saw little of the fortune that other artists made on his music in the late 1950s and early 1960s.

Otis Blackwell’s career began to slide once the Beatles hit the scene in 1964. There was a brief renaissance in 1976 when Stevie Wonder acknowledged him at a music ceremony.

Throughout the 1990's, Blackwell’s health declined and he died on May 6, 2002 in Nashville, Tennessee.

"LAS VEGAS STRIP" (ADULT FANTASYLAND-ADULT & TOPLESS)

By: Kitty Bean Yancey

LAS VEGAS — Adorned with lip stud, bellybutton ring, star tattoos and perfect makeup, off-duty exotic dancer Erika Murphy leaps into the pool at the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino like a happy seal and flutters her bikini-covered tush to hip-hop music blaring on the mega-sound system. Another woman struts poolside showing off a tattoo above her low-riding swimsuit bottom that reads: "Lucky You."

Around them, several thousand attending the weekly "Rehab" party toss back beer or fruity drinks in plastic cups, smooch on daybeds, troll for hookups or merely gape at a level of revelry usually not reached at 2 p.m. on a Sunday.

"I've never seen anything like this, ever," says Detroit-area financial adviser Jeremy Bachusz, 30, watching from the sidelines with pals on a Vegas getaway. "It's not going to happen anywhere else."

You can bet on that. Sin City, the adult fantasyland where almost anything goes, is taking pool parties to a new level — or new depths, depending on your point of view.

Using the same strategies that have made its nightclubs tabloid-headline hotspots, resorts and club owners are focusing on what they call "daylife." It's not about swimming. Adult pools and pool parties are making a splash with reserved cabanas renting for hundreds or thousands daily, pricey bottle service and scantily clad servers awaiting beyond the velvet (or hemp) ropes at the entrance.

A few years back, a handful of watery hangouts wooed the over-21 crowd. Now there are more than a dozen, with more to come. About half allow what's euphemistically promoted as "European" sunbathing. Translation: topless.

Like Vegas nightspots do, adult pools (some run by nightclub groups) charge admission and often use celebrity "hosts" as bait. The Hills reality-TV starlet Heidi Montag revealed her eye-popping plastic-surgery overhaul at the new LIQUID Pool Lounge at CityCenter's ARIA resort.

On a recent Saturday, The Hills' Audrina Patridge celebrated her 25th birthday in the primo cabana at LIQUID. Attired in a fringed bikini, she sweetly held court on a banquette while regular folk gaped from the general pool area.

Pronouncing daytime pool parties "better than nighttime, because you're in the sun," the über-tan brunette went through her paces to publicize LIQUID. She squealed as singer boyfriend Ryan Cabrera interrupted his Super Soaker squirt gun fight in the cabana's private plunge pool to plop into her lap for a photogenic display of affection.

The day before, mohawked Jamaican music star Sean Paul headlined a more raucous pool party — the season's grand opening of "Ditch Fridays" at Palms Casino Resort. Started four years ago to coax locals to leave work early to blow off steam and money on Fridays, the bash now is a Vegas institution. Before going onstage, Paul, 37, watched two go-go dancers in bikinis and thigh-high stiletto boots warm up the crowd, packed shoulder-to-shoulder.

"A lot of drunk people," he observed with a smile, adding that "I'm holding my drunk awhile" until after performing. While he belted out lyrics, partiers belted down beer or had sunscreen sprayed on by roving Hawaiian Tropic models. Their bikinis seemed modest next to the plunging lamé suits, spike heels and surgically-enhanced décolleté displayed by more than a few Ditch Fridays attendees. "Yo, sexy ladies!" Sean Paul yelled.

Where tops are doffed

Deejays spin at most Vegas adult pools, including TAO Beach at The Venetian and WET REPUBLIC at the MGM Grand resort. The two are happening spots in the spring, summer and early-fall pool season.

But there are more tranquil waters with eye candy you can't get at most U.S. swimming holes.

At the AZURE pool at The Palazzo, guests and outsiders can get massages or nibble on Wolfgang Puck's $35 lobster salad served by young ladies in white bikinis. At the Fortuna pool in the just-expanded Garden of the Gods at Caesars Palace, gamers play at swim-up blackjack tables.

Those expecting rowdy orgies at topless pools are in for a surprise. The one at Wynn Las Vegas is for guests only, and owner Steve Wynn bans rap there, staffers say. An older, upscale crowd — all but one fully clothed on a recent day — lounges on in-pool "lily pads" or gambles at tables by the bar.

Topless venues are far less titillating than most imagine. Women aren't required to doff tops, and many choose not to. Behavior often is more refined than at big party pools (but what goes on behind closed curtains of pricey cabanas with daybeds at Vegas adult pools is a different story).

The most licentious behavior seen on a recent tour: a man caressing his companion's upper region at the Bare Pool Lounge at The Mirage. Pool managers say X-rated acts aren't tolerated: A topless pool at the Rio resort run by the Sapphire Gentlemen's Club voluntarily closed last summer after undercover police reported being solicited.

'Spring break on steroids'

The monster party is Rehab, which has been described as "spring break on steroids," even though bare breasts are taboo. Now in its seventh season, it started for locals who worked in casinos and elsewhere to let loose on their day off, says Vegas Hard Rock chief marketing officer Phil Shalala, 37, sipping a Red Bull energy drink. Word spread, and now "we might get 4,000 on an average day. Last year, in one of the worst years for this economy, Rehab (revenue) was up 20%."

This season, it's up 19.6% over last year, he says. Admission typically runs $50 for non-local men; $20 for women who don't live in Vegas. Locals get discounts or get in free.

Shalala credits Rehab with turning on the spigot for Vegas adult pool parties. The trend is "a positive one for this town," he says, "helping everyone out" with revenue to supplement gaming, dining, clubbing and shopping. Indeed, pools keep popping up, from the just-opened Encore Beach Club (a party pool at the Encore resort) to the Nikki Beach pool complex, due at the Tropicana resort next season.

Over at Rehab, the bathing-suited are cavorting in the Hard Rock's 3-acre pool complex. They include bachelor partiers and swingers' convention attendees. Murphy, 29, who says she was not brought in to entertain (as is said to occur at some Vegas pools), engages in sexy dance moves with just-made male and female friends. Up on cabana row, a brunette in yet another bikini — tips stuffed into her cleavage — pours free Grey Goose vodka samples.

It's not even 3 p.m., but Rehab rages on.

Source: Mike Jones

Las Vegas has come a long way since the 1950's when the raciest event on the strip was poker pool parties.

Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis, Jr. made this event famous but Sammy had to go through hell to participate due to segregation.

This event became so popular that hotels made poker pool parties available to their guests (below).

Backstory:

By 1953 Sammy Davis, Jr., and the other members of the Will Maston Trio, of which he was the featured player, were splitting $5,000 a week for their services…but they could not stay at the place they played.

By 1954, Sinatra convinced Sammy to open for him at The Sands; and in November of that year The Will Maston Trio was not only making $7500 a week at the Frontier, the hotel “comped” their room, board, and drinks, and allowed them the run of the casino and they received permission to use the hotel pool, making them the first black act to receive this sort of treatment from a Strip casino (although others report that Nat King Cole was actually the first, in 1955).

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The late Rev. C.L. Franklin was one of the great father figures of Detroit, popular because of his ministry and his decisions were regarded as familial law. Anyone involved with his family had to abide by his wishes.

He wanted his daughter Erma to enroll in Clark College in Atlanta, and told Berry Gordy to put his efforts into daughter Aretha's career instead.

Berry didn't appreciate being told what to do. He was not interested in Aretha's voice and found her outlook on an career, uninspiring.

This ended what could have been a monumental union.

Gordy began pursing Freda Payne-to sign with Hitsville. She was a teenager but very interested in working at Hitsville because of the reputation the company was building in Detroit. She had a marvelous voice, jazz-influenced yet pop enough to be commercial.

She said, "I found Berry dashing, smart and very exciting." She was eager to be a part of his company but her mother, a sharp businesswoman refused to allow her to sign Gordy's restrictive contract.

(DIANA ROSS & JOSEPHINE BAKER)

In 1973, "Lady Sings The Blues," was the final spotlighted film at the prestigious Cannes Film Festival. This was a gala affair attended by Berry Gordy and Diana Ross.

They were met at the airport by festival dignitaries who arranged for them to be chauffeured in a classic 1923 Rolls Royce to the posh Carlton Hotel. They were escorted there by a motorcade of French police officers.

That evening, Diana Ross performed a concert at the Palais des Festivals. The prestigious Garde Republicain, imported from Paris, assembled along the Promenade de la Croisette from the Carlton Hotel to the concert site.

Miss Ross is ready, someone announced.

A door opened and Diana made her entrance wearing a white sequined Bob Mackie gown, a matching cape and a Billie Holiday gardenia in her hair. Then she slowly walked down the red carpet, her head held high, as the human corridor of soldiers stood at attention.

The red carpet seemed to stretch on forever to the main concert hall. When Diana got to the end of it, 2,000 people stood and cheered as she walked onto the stage and took deep, graceful bows as the Nice Paris Symphony orchestra heralded her arrival.

After her concert, "Lady Sings The Blues," was screened and then Diana, now wearing a ruffled gown, was brought back onto the stage for a five-minute standing ovation.

Afterwards, on a grand staircase, Diana Ross was greeted by the legendary Josephine Baker. Baker was generous to Diana. "Honey, you sure showed them what acting and show business is all about," she told Diana when the two were introduced.

Then Josephine Baker and Diana Ross embraced warmly.

On Broadway, particularly, the Negro girl has a tough time getting a chorus or showgirl job. There is a story current of a Negro showgirl, allegedly passing as white, who was recognized by a popular Negro singer (Sammy Davis, Jr.), but he refused to reveal her secret.

He also reportedly wouldn’t talk to the girl, not because of her “passing” but because of her more than passing interest in a white socialite-playboy who met her nightly.

A current NBA superstar always thought his father was distant and aloof with him, now, he may know why. Allegedly, he was just informed that it's a good chance that the late Rick James may be his actual biological father. He was speechless when a relative informed him that his mom allegedly had a one night stand with Rick and became pregnant. Our NBA superstar has a slight resemblance to Rick.

Allegedly, his mom's running buddy back in the day took it a step further and had a baby by a member of the Dramatics, another baby by a member of the Spinners and a third child by a member of the Floaters.

Stay Tuned.

Unsubstantiated rumors have been circulating for years that a very powerful man in the music industry blackballed Keith Washington and Sinbad. Allegedly, that's why Sinbad's old school concerts in Aruba came to an abrupt halt and Keith Washington's career stalled, never to recover.

According to the late Ike Turner, he drove to the set of the film "What's Love Got To Do With It?" and actor Laurence Fishburne recognized him and came over to the car.

Fishburne said 'Hey man, I think you're going to be real proud of what I'm doing in the movie. Will you show me how you walk?'

Ike got out and showed him how to walk.

Fishburne later told Ike, 'I turned down this movie three or four times until they fixed the script so it showed some parts of you as a musician. If you beat her as much as they have in the script, when did you have time to make her a star?

I think you're going to be real proud on how I portray you.'

"NOSTALGIA"

Introduction:

Ray Parker, Jr. may have had a few hits under his belt (Ghostbusters, I'm In Love With The Other Woman) but he made the majority of his fortune through session work, songwriting and producing.

While he was a senior in high school, he was a top session guitarist. He was the only high school senior who drove a Mercedes. He invested his money wisely. By age 24, he was set for life financially.

His biggest regret? Passing up a chance to contribute to Whitney Houston's debut album which sold 15 million units.

Backstory:

Ray Erskine Parker, Jr. (born May 1, 1954) is an American guitarist, songwriter, producer and recording artist. Parker is known for writing and performing the theme song to the motion picture Ghostbusters, for his solo hits, and performing with his band Raydio as well as the late Barry White.

Parker is a Detroit native and a 1972 Northwestern High School graduate. He was raised in the Dexter-Davison neighborhood on the city's West Side.

Parker gained his reputation during the early 1970s as a member of the house band at the legendary 20 Grand nightclub. This Detroit hot-spot often featured Tamla/Motown acts, one of which the (Detroit) Spinners, was so impressed with the young guitarist's skills that they added him to their touring group. Parker was also employed as a teenaged studio musician for the emergent Holland-Dozier-Holland's Invictus/Hot Wax stable and his choppy style was particularly prevalent on 'Want Ads', a number one single for Honey Cone.

In the mid-1970s he was a sideman in Barry White's The Love Unlimited Orchestra, before creating Raydio, an R&B group, in 1977, with Vincent Bohnam, Jerry Knight, and Arnell Carmichael. Parker appeared briefly in the 1974 film Uptown Saturday Night as a guitar player. Parker also wrote songs and did session work for The Carpenters, Rufus and Chaka Khan, Aretha Franklin, Stevie Wonder (an association which prompted a permanent move to Los Angeles), Deniece Williams, Jean-Luc Ponty, Leon Haywood, Temptations, The Spinners, Boz Scaggs, David Foster, Rhythm Heritage, Gladys Knight and the Pips, The Honey Cone, Herbie Hancock and Diana Ross.

Raydio scored their first big hit, "Jack and Jill", from their self-titled album in 1978 with Arista Records. The song reached #8 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, earning a million-selling Gold single in the process.

Their successful follow-up hit, "You Can't Change That" was released in 1979, from the Rock On album. The song was another Top 10 hit, peaking at #9 on the Billboard chart during the summer and also selling a million copies.

In 1980, the group became known as Ray Parker Jr. and Raydio, and the group released two more albums: Two Places at the Same Time in 1980 and A Woman Needs Love in 1981.

The group broke up in 1981.

Parker continued with his solo career, scoring six Top 40 hits, including the hit single "The Other Woman" (Pop # 4) in 1982 and "Ghostbusters" in 1984. Other hits from this period included "I Still Can't Get Over Loving You" (Pop # 12) and "Jamie" (Pop # 14).

Parker also wrote and produced hits for New Edition ("Mr. Telephone Man"), Randy Hall, Cheryl Lynn ("Shake It Up Tonight"), Deniece Williams ("I Found Love") and Diana Ross. He also performed guitar on several songs on La Toya Jackson's 1980 debut album. In 1989, he also wrote "Ghostbusters," a rap performed by Run-D.M.C., for the movie Ghostbusters 2.

In 2006, Parker returned and released a new CD titled: "I'm Free."

Parker is married with four sons. Parker and his family continue to live comfortably off his songwriting and publishing royalties.

"NOSTALGIA" (FRANKIE CROCKER)

Most Powerful Black On-Air Personality In History:

Frankie Crocker (above, left) ruled the New York airwaves (WBLS) in the 70's and 80's. He's responsible for bringing big money into the urban DJ market and he's credited with creating the term "urban contemporary" music. He was the most powerful black DJ in the country during this era.

The man who, according to Jet, often claimed to "put a glide in your slide and a dip in your hip" set standards for deejays and radio stations across the nation and forever changed the voice of radio.

A native of Buffalo, New York, Crocker began his career in radio at WUFO while studying law at the University of Buffalo. Crocker worked for radio stations in cities like Pittsburgh, Los Angeles, and Chicago, but it was in his home state of New York that his career took flight.

If you wanted a time slot to finish first in the ratings, Frankie Crocker was your man. Crocker had a popular segment called: Candlelight baths. Crocker would stimulate-taking a bath with a woman, you would hear the sounds of running, dripping, and splashing water, wringing washcloths--the works! Women would rush home to take candlelight baths with Crocker by radio. Crocker would actually light a candle in the studio to enhance his act.

Crocker's ratings were so impressive, he became the first black DJ to receive a six-figure sum and at one time, he split duties between New York and L.A. When he was in Hollywood, he often hung out with friends, Howard Hewett and Richard Pryor. Around this time, he dated Jayne Kennedy, after her divorce from Leon Isaac Kennedy.

In New York, Crocker made headlines when he arrived at Studio 54 on a white stallion. He was flamboyant and was often adorned in full length furs and he had a passion for Rolls Royce's.

Crocker had become so popular, that the character Calvin Lockhart (very top) portrayed in the film, "Melinda," a black DJ, was based on Crocker.

He also had the ability to snag important interviews with Michael Jackson, Prince, Madonna and Grace Jones, just to name a few.

Crocker pushed the envelope on radio as a "shock jock," but to his fans, he was an icon. "I grew up in Gravesend, Brooklyn, an area not known for racial tolerance, but you heard WBLS on every shop you went into. They loved WBLS, and Frankie Crocker was the king," New York radio personality Ray Rossi told the Los Angeles Times.

Crocker's listeners were as diverse as the music he played, but he represented more than music to the black community. Without many black in media positions, early deejays for black radio stations became the reporters, activists, and leaders of the community. Public airwaves were used as a channel for the civil rights movement. Crocker became the community's link to many issues of the time.

At his peak, Crocker was earning nearly $1 million dollars per year, an unheard of salary for a black DJ at the time.

Since his death from cancer in 2000, several DJ's earn as much, or more, including Donnie Simpson (at one time).

"THE AFTER PARTY FOLLOWING HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. PRESIDENT"

Behind The Scenes:

After Marilyn Monroe sung "Happy Birthday Mr. President," at Madison Square Garden, a man approached Marilyn from behind. While the cameras cut to a birthday cake being wheeled in, she was escorted from the stage and away from a moment in which she wanted to participate. Marilyn actually wanted to give the president a quick peck yet there were many who felt that she was too unpredictable that night, too erratic. Diahann Carroll admits: "Yes, there was some anxiety surrounding her appearance, I can't say I knew why, or what was going on. But I do remember a certain level of tension. Some people were quite edgy."

Later that evening, all of the VIP's headed to a small party hosted by Arthur Krim (President Of United Artists) and his wife, Mathilde, a scientist who would later be known for her work in the fight against AIDS.

Anthony Sherman (Secret Service Agent) says, "Oh boy! I'll never forget that night. I was assigned at the checkpoint at the private home where the party took place. I remember the car pulling up very vividly and the door opened and out walked this unbelievably beautiful woman, Marilyn Monroe. She had on the see through dress that she had worn on stage. What a knockout. Everyone stopped dead in their tracks when she exited the car and walked towards the entrance." She said, "Hello, sir, I'm Marilyn Monroe." And I stood there thinking, you're Marilyn Monroe, all right. We smiled and as I let her pass, I thought, wow. I was working for the President of the United States so every moment was history. But this? This, for me, was history."

As not to give into suspicion, Marilyn sat on one side of the room and JFK sat on the other side, surrounded by Peter Lawford and his siblings. They stole glances at one another the entire evening.

Diahann Carroll, who performed at the Krim party, says: "It's her beauty I remember most, as I sang, I distinctly remember being somewhat distracted by her gaze. Her tragic beauty, so vulnerable, so lost."

When Apartheid was in place in South Africa, numerous black and white artists refused to perform in South Africa.

An ultra lavish resort (The Sun City Resort) offered entertainers large sums of money-$1 million dollars per performance in todays dollars.

Entertainers with the exception of Rod Stewart, Queen and Linda Ronstadt refused to perform in South Africa. Stewart, Queen and Ronstadt didn't seem to have a problem performing in front of all-white audiences.

Sadly, a few black artists made the trek over to South Africa to perform. They were considered "honorary whites" for the duration of their stay.

Allegedly, the O'Jays and Ray Charles performed in South Africa during the apartheid era.

"FIRST & ONLY BLACK GAMING QUEEN IN WORLD HISTORY"

Sarann Knight-Preddy started off as an keno writer at the legendary Cotton Club in New York.

Preddy moved to Hawthorne, Nevada with her husband and purchased her first gaming venture, a nightclub for blacks offered to her for $600.00. Borrowing the money from her father, Preddy renamed the enterprise the "Tonga Club," and operated it for seven years. With club ownership she became the first black woman to own a gaming license in Nevada.

Black boxing great Joe Louis, helped built the "Moulin Rouge," hotel and casino."

Later, Sarann Knight-Preddy took over ownership.

 

The Moulin Rouge opened on May 24, 1955, built at a cost of $3.5 million. It was the first integrated hotel casino in the United States. Until that time almost all of the casinos on the Strip were totally segregated—off limits to blacks unless they were the entertainment or labor force.

The hotel made the June 20, 1955, cover of Life magazine (above), with a photo of two showgirls. A veritable "A" list of performers regularly showed to party until dawn.

Great black singers and musicians such as Sammy Davis Jr., Nat King Cole, Pearl Bailey, and Louis Armstrong would perform often. These artists were banned from gambling or staying at the hotels on the strip. In addition, white performers, including George Burns, Jack Benny, and Frank Sinatra, would drop in after their shows to gamble and perform. Eventually management added a 2:30 a.m. "Third Show" to accommodate the crowds.

Despite the success of the Moulin Rouge, the casino mysteriously closed it's doors in November of 1955; seven months after the grand opening.

The following rumor circulated: The success of this black owned casino (with A-list black performers) was interfering with the success of white casino's on the Las Vegas strip.

Over the years, Sarann Knight-Preddy would own several successful nightclubs that featured gambling. She also owned a dry cleaning business and a clothing store.

"SEX TOURISM IN THE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC-CELEBRITY GETAWAY"

After Dark:

Terrance Dean recently finished an article on sex tourism in the Dominican Republic. This article will appear in Essence (Feb. 2010).

The Dominican Republic is now second to Brazil in terms of sex tourism. Similar to Brazil, a small segment of the tourist industry (sex tour travel agencies) book some of these controversial tours. In some cases, Dominican (female and male) prostitutes are included in the tour package price along with hotel accommodations and car rentals.

In other cases, according to sources, when Americans arrive at the airport, "some" of them are eagerly greeted by gorgeous strangers.

Sex parties are commonplace in ocean front mansions and risque behavior is common during yacht parties.

Celebrities are spotted at local casinos and a few of the celebrities are members of the private sex clubs that populate a certain area.

They leave the U.S and the prying eyes of the media (paparazzi) to get loose in the Dominican.

Numerous celebrities are now buying homes in the Dominican Republic and real estate moguls are buying up the property because it's so cheap.

The Dominican has become the new playground oasis for rich black and white celebrities who like to keep their business discreet.

Rumor has it, anything (including the unattainable) can be purchased in the Dominican, even if it's on the black or gray market; including questionable pharmaceuticals.

Keep in mind, the Dominican isn't just about sex tours and parties, it can also be a very enjoyable vacation spot. The ambience is beautiful, the food is great and the people are friendly.

VANISHED WITHOUT A TRACE: (LOST ARMY FOUND AFTER 2,500 YEARS)

The Unexplained:

The bleached bones of a lost army have been uncovered 2,500 years after the doomed soldiers were swallowed by the desert.

King Cambyses II of Persia, the son of Cyrus the Great sent 50,000 men from Thebes to attack the Oasis of Siwa.

The army marched for seven days into the desert, stopped at an oasis-believed to be the village of El-Kharga and once rested with water, they set out for Siwa.

A wind arose from the south, strong and deadly, bringing with it vast columns of whirling sand, which entirely covered up the troops and caused them to disappear.

No trace of the massive fighting force was ever seen again, until now.

Twin researchers Angelo and Alfredo Castiglioni spent 13 years tracking down the site and unearthing it.

SPYCRAFT: (IRC CHANNELS)

IRC (Internet Relay Channels) may seem outdated in today's technology but they serve a purpose for hackers and elusive criminals.

IRC channels provide: No names, no accounts, and no records of your exchange.

"RACIST ASSASSIN"

We all know that Joseph Paul Franklin (center) an avowed racist, shot Vernon Jordan in the company of a white woman (Martha Coleman) and allegedly paralyzed Larry Flynt (with a bullet) for showcasing an interracial couple in his magazine.

What few people know: Joseph Paul Franklin also murdered two black men who were jogging with two white women and Vernon Jordan was his second target. Jesse Jackson was his initial target. Franklin had even gone to Chicago to seek out Jackson. Jackson wasn't in Illinois at the time, so Franklin left.

While driving through Indiana, Franklin heard that Vernon Jordan was going to be speaking in Fort Wayne. He went there and found out where Jordan was staying. He decided to lay in wait for him in a grassy area just beyond the parking lot outside of his hotel room. He then proceeded to shoot him with a deer rifle.

When Franklin got to prison, he bragged about shooting Jordan to black inmates. A few nights later, a group of black prisoners cornered him and stabbed him. They had knives made out of tin cans. He was stabbed in the arms and thighs. Franklin survived and is currently on death row awaiting execution.

Backstory:

Joseph Paul Franklin has been linked by either indictment or confession to 20 murders, 6 aggravated assaults, 16 bank robberies and two bombings. He has confessed to eight murders, and has received several life sentences or death sentences for others. He made several confessions in the late 1990s on the condition that he confess to "an attractive white female investigator."

"ELITIST" (THE MAN WHO STARTED-BEHIND THE VELVET ROPE (VIP) POLICY)

In the 50's and 60's (before Spago's), Mike Romanoff (above) owned the most famous restaurant (Romanoff's) in the world. It was located in Beverly Hills and Romanoff had a pompous attitude and a sincere belief that snobbery paid off.

Celebrities fought for the best tables and reservations were made weeks in advance. In Romanoff's words, "it is clearly understood that no "commoners" are allowed, only the wealthy and privileged."

Frank Sinatra and Humphrey Bogart had their own tables and God help the poor waiter who unwittingly seated anyone else there.

The average price for a party of 4 was $5,000 dollars. A staggering sum in the 50's and 60's.

In later years, Studio 54 would adapt Romanoff's philosophy (catering to the famous, wealthy and privileged) to a lesser extend with their velvet rope policy.

From there, all exclusive and VIP nightclubs instituted a velvet rope policy that is still in effect today.

(DOWNLOW WHITE ACTOR)

Onscreen, actor Laurence Harvey (above-center) often portrayed hard as nails characters. In his signature film, "The Manchurian Candidate," he portrayed a stone cold killer.

Offscreen, he was flamboyantly gay despite marrying three women, including Harry Cohn's rich widow, and fathering a child. Essentially, he was on the downlow.

Harvey was also a bad alcoholic.

Harvey was known to bounce into restaurants and was often observed trying to kiss the maitre'd and he was known to pinch the rear ends of attractive waiters.

One evening at the Daisy nightclub, Harvey approached the table of Mia Farrow and George Jacobs-Sinatra's black valet (above) who was celebrating his birthday.

Harvey was falling down drunk but this didn't stop him from trying to pick up Jacobs. He used such filthy language that everyone was disgusted and embarrassed.

He also told Jacobs: "I'd like to take a big bite right out of you!" I'd like to munch up your big, beautiful brown body, all of it, I want a piece of you, now!" Harvey's graphic fantasies continued for some time." Jacobs tried to talk him down, to no avail.

Security finally escorted Harvey out. A few years later, he died of stomach cancer at the age of 45.

IN RELATED NEWS:

Laurence Harvey's daughter was Domino Harvey (1969 – 2005). She was a former model who later won renown as a bounty hunter. A movie was made-based on her life. She also died young-like her father.

"MAINSTREAM CLASSIFIED" (INDECENT PROPOSAL)

In the 1950's, allegedly, an oil multi-millionaire (one of the richest men in the country at the time) approached a male friend of Marilyn Monroe's and asked him to relay a message.

Allegedly, he was prepared to pay $500,000 ($1 million in today's dollars) for a night of sex with Marilyn.

Marilyn declined the indecent proposal but agreed to meet the man. The man would eventually apologize for offering her money (like a prostitute). She accepted his apology.

They allegedly became romantically involved (over time) until she grew tired of him.

"DISTURBING & CREEPY"

Michael Edwards was a top model during the '70s, he wrote a book, detailing the seven years he spent with Elvis Presley's widow, Priscilla, and their only child, Lisa. A checkered career that included four years as a Marine and sudden celebrity as a model preceded his involvement with Priscilla.

Their grand passion and the abortion of their child are recounted in juicy, true-romance style. The relationship was haunted and eventually destroyed by the dead singer's ever-present spirit and the author's efforts to take Elvis's place at the price of his own identity, according to Edwards. Edwards also implies that their may have been an alleged short romance between Priscilla and Richard Gere.

Edwards' drinking, womanizing, growing attraction to teenager Lisa and Priscilla's increasing assertiveness and budding career as a TV actress further estranged the pair and ultimately led to their final break-up.

Priscilla was often away due to the schedule of her television series, "Dallas," while her daughter was left with Edwards in their home in Beverly Hills. It's creepy and disturbing how he includes numerous details regarding his lust for Lisa Marie.

"UNHERALDED-HOLLYWOOD PRETTY BOYS"

I've often said that black actor Calvin Lockhart was the prettiest black man to ever come through Hollywood (in my opinion) despite being overshadowed by Billy Dee Williams.

The white equivalent of Calvin Lockhart would be actor John Derek.

Many consider John Derek the most handsome white actor to come through Hollywood but he was overshadowed by Clark Gable, Cary Grant and Tyrone Power.

Calvin Lockhart was a playboy who pursued Tammi Terrell among others and one of his wives was a rich socialite.

John Derek took it a step further and married three sex symbols: Ursula Andress, Linda Evans and Bo Derek.

He had all three women under his spell. Why else would they let Derek take photos of them at different times-for Playboy magazine.

Derek died from cardiovascular disease in Santa Maria, California at the age of 71. His remains were cremated.

"NOSTALGIA TIDBIT"

The Emotions association with Maurice White of Earth, Wind & Fire brought them their greatest success. With White's assistance, the Emotions released the albums" Rejoice," and "Sunbeam," in 1977 and 1978. The White-produced single "Best Of My Love" spent five weeks at number-one on the US pop chart in 1977.

Group member Jeanette Hutchenson left the act for the second time in 1977, to give birth to her second child, Pili, whose father is Philip Bailey from Earth, Wind & Fire. She was replaced by her sister Pamela. In 1978, Jeanette returned to the act, and the group collaborated with Earth, Wind & Fire on another single, "Boogie Wonderland," which was a top 10 hit in 1979.

"TRUE CRIME"

SAN FRANCISCO -- San Francisco prosecutors charged five people Wednesday in the October slaying of a tourist from Louisiana who was lured into a public housing project, robbed and shot to death.

Two of the suspects (above) wanted in the killing of Michael Bailey, 26, are still at large.

Arrested and arraigned Wednesday was 21-year-old William Jones of San Francisco, who is charged with murder with special circumstances, conspiracy, robbery and assault with a semiautomatic firearm. He is being held on $10 million bail.

Also in custody are a 17-year-old boy, charged with murder, conspiracy and robbery, and Kenya Moore, 30, accused of being an accessory to murder. She and the 17-year-old boy are scheduled to be arraigned Monday. The teenager's name was not released because he is a juvenile.

Police are searching for Lance Molina, 23, and Arieal Kittles, 21. Both are charged with murder and conspiracy.

Bailey, a married father of three who studied electrical engineering at Southern University at Baton Rouge, was visiting San Francisco with friends. At about 3:30 a.m. Oct. 4, he and two friends were at a nightclub when a woman, believed to be Kittles, asked for a ride home to the Alice Griffith public housing project in Hunters Point, police said.

When they arrived, a man appeared, pointed a gun at Bailey and his friends and ordered them onto the ground, prosecutors said.

Ten more people arrived and robbed the victims, prosecutors said. When one of the men struck a friend of Bailey's with a gun, Bailey stood up to help and was shot several times, prosecutors said.

He died at San Francisco General Hospital.

Source: Nanette Asimov at the SF Chronicle

(COMPUTER SECURITY SECTOR NEEDS SKILLED WORKERS)

The federal government is struggling to fill a growing demand for skilled computer security workers. Demand is so intense that it has sparked a bidding war among agencies and contractors from a small pool of special talent: Skilled technicians with security clearances.

Their scarcity is driving up salaries (six figures and in some cases-signing bonus's).

Required is a degree in computer science.

Booz Allen Hamilton, a major intelligence contractor recently wooed away an individual from another firm; giving him a 45% pay raise.

Some young people with three years' experience and a clearance are commanding salaries above $100,000.

"Companies are paying people to jump from one company to another," said Ed Giorgio, a former NSA official.

Homeland Security officials acknowledged that hiring 1,000 people will be difficult, but it's their goal but they are also looking at training people already in the federal government.

In some states (California included) federal government jobs are recession/layoff proof.

Source: Ellen Nakashima

"RICH PLAYBOY"

The Obiang family is so wealthy that the FBI have investigated a $700 million dollar bank account at Riggs Bank, where Teodoro Obiang (an alleged dictator) is apparently the main signatory.

Obiang's 30-something son (Teodorin-above) parties in Rio de Janeiro, does business in Hollywood and lives at five-star hotels in Paris, where he drives in Bentley and Lamborghini cars.

Teodorin is also fond of female company from other countries - according to one associate, he once turned up for a meeting in Paris accompanied by several Russian women. He's also dated black female celebrities.

He is a keen property investor, owning a $6 million dollar mansion in Bel Air. Obiang also headed a multi-million dollar rap label for a few years.

But when he tried to buy a multi-million dollar apartment in New York-in a building where the arms super dealer Adnan Khashoggi once lived-the board of management rejected his application.

PLAYMATE SCANDAL (UPDATE)

A man charged in a cocaine bust at a North Charleston hotel last year, along with his Playboy playmate girlfriend, was sentenced to 10 years in federal prison Monday.

The sentencing for Otis Leon Story, 34, (below) closes a celebrity case in which Kia Terrell Drayton — Playboy's December 2006 Playmate of the Month — was also arrested.

Charges against Drayton were dropped eventually after authorities determined the kilo of cocaine found in their hotel room belonged to Story.

Story had earlier pleaded guilty to two federal drug counts. On Monday, U.S. District Judge Patrick Michael Duffy sentenced him to a mandatory five years for the cocaine possession and distribution charge, and the mandatory five years for carrying a weapon in a drug trafficking case. Two weapons were recovered.

Story, who'd been described as a personal trainer, did not comment during his sentencing inside the federal courthouse in Charleston. Drayton was not present for the hearing.

BLACK UNDERWORLD: (BLACK HOLLYWOOD GODFATHER)

Lucius Lomax (not to be confused with Lucius Lomax, Jr.) was a gritty, tough-minded ruthless buccaneer from the other side of the tracks. Lomax (no photo available) emerged as one of Black Hollywood's most colorful characters and an unexpectedly important figure in L.A. entertainment history.

He was born in southeast Texas, the son of former slaves. With little education but vast reserves of ambition, he served in the United States military and rode with Pancho Villa during the Mexican Revolution.

Upon his return to Texas, he lived in high style, albeit through various shady endeavors. But trouble struck during a heated argument over a white woman. The story went that Lomax killed a Texas Ranger, then had to get out of town.

He then climbed into his Stutz-Bearcat (above-one of the most expensive cars in existence) and drove to the West Coast. From there, he boarded a ship that took him to Japan for two years until things cooled down. When he returned to the States, he lived in Seattle where he established a series of bootleg operations and whorehouses up and down the West Coast, starting in Yakima, Washington.

His main operations were gambling, brothels and bootleg liquor, which he ran with his sister. He was also a thief and killer. He wasn't a drug dealer because at the time, drug use was not widespread enough to be profitable.

Later, he brought his network of illegal operations to Los Angeles.

He was a man not to be messed with. He always carried a gun, in time, he became the man whom anyone with a problem (famous or non-famous) came to see; he was the godfather of the African-American community.

He was an imposing figure who stood well over 6'0, he was bronze in complexion with straight dark brown hair and high cheek bones. Women considered him extremely handsome.

He never married, for his only mate, he chose a black schoolteacher from Black Philadelphia social circles. Her name was Minnie. The couple had one son, Lucius, Jr. He was determined that his only child would be educated. He wanted to legitimize the next generation. His son would graduate from Northwestern University.

As his West Coast empire grew, Lomax eventually moved into a huge plantation-style home with a palm lined paved driveway. Two cars were usually sitting in the drive, a Lincoln and a Studebaker. Everywhere, in each room, under a cushion or under a pillow, on top of cabinets, in drawers and even in the refrigerator there was a loaded pistol.

In his spare time, Lomax enjoyed golf and oil painting.

The real route to legitimacy and legitimacy and respectability ultimately came with the acquisition of Black Hollywood's classiest establishment. After Lomax purchased the Hotel Somerville, he renamed it the Dunbar Hotel, after African American poet Paul Laurence Dunbar.

It became the place where the famous and infamous, the glamorous and the socially ambitious gathered to be seen. Over the years, when the African-American community's most prominent personalities and leaders hit town, they headed straight to the Dunbar. A gallery of famous entertainers might be spotted sitting in its lounge: Dorothy Dandridge, Bill "Bojangles" Robinson, Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong, Thurgood Marshall, Langston Hughes, Count Basie, Lena Horne, Billie Holiday just to name a few.

Lomax himself occupied the penthouse suite. A special suite was also kept for Duke Ellington.

Lomax installed his son as the operator of the Dunbar Hotel's cocktail lounge.

In time, mainstream Hollywood stars such as Cary Grant, Gary Cooper, James Cagney and Randolph Scott popped into the cocktail lounge, where the drinks were good and the atmosphere was festive.

For years, the Dunbar stood as a symbol of all that was glamorous and exciting on Central Avenue and in Black Hollywood.

Lomax remained a powerful figure for decades.

After he was diagnosed with cancer, he spent his last days in pain, confined to his mansion, cared for by his son and a servant. One day when Lomax, Jr. was not in the home, the elder Lomax asked his servant to cover his bed with a rubber sheet. Then, Lomax gave him the rest of the day off. He then reached under his pillow and pulled out a .44 revolver. He raised the barrel above his ears and shot himself. "The rubber sheet was there to catch the blood."

"BLACK UNDERWORLD" (VICE LORD)

John V. "Mushmouth" Johnson was one of Chicago's greatest gambling tycoons during the 1890s and 1900s. He also reached millionaire status and was known as the richest Negro in Chicago in the late 1800's.

Johnson was born in St. Louis to a woman who had been a nurse for Mary Todd Lincoln (Abraham Lincoln's wife), but came to Chicago in the 1870s. Johnson found work as a waiter in the restaurant inside the Palmer House hotel. In 1882, he got his first taste of vice as a employee in one of Andy Scott's gambling houses on Gamblers' Row. Johnson would later branch out on his own.

Over time, Johnson would make a fortune controlling the city's policy racket and other gambling enterprises.

In 1890 he sold his establishment and opened a saloon and gambling house at 464 South State Street that remained in continuous business for 17 years until his death. Johnson protected his business through bribes to the police and contributions to politicians.

It was a mark of Johnson's success that he became a partner in the Frontenac Club, an establishment that catered only to wealthy whites. Johnson used his money to support “race advancement” causes in the black community, though his business was seen as disreputable by members of the older black elite. After his death in 1907, Johnson's wealth contributed to the establishment of a new black business elite when his surviving sister, Eudora Johnson, married rising black banker Jesse Binga (who later became the richest black man in America) in 1912.

MUSHMOUTH JOHNSON'S SUCCESSOR:

Teenan Jones was born in Alabama in 1861, but went to Illinois with his family in the 1870s. He died in Watseka, Illinois on 12th April 1946. Teenan’s rise to financial success came as a result of his participation in Chicago in the numbers game and other rackets run by the Bronzeville gambling czar, John (Mushmouth) Johnson.

After Mushmouth Johnson’s death in 1907, Teenan and his brother moved up the illegal gambling hierarchy and, following successes in clubs in white areas, opened the Elite No. 1 and the Elite No. 2 in the black belt about 1912. According to Peter Hanley, Teenan is pictured above (extreme right) standing next to entertainer Jelly Roll Morton.

"DID SCANDALOUS SISTERS HAVE A HAND IN STARTING THE WHITE SLAVE TRADE?"

Minna and Ada Everleigh (above) denied the white slave trade allegations at the turn of the century, saying: "They would have never dealt with white slave traders."

Nevertheless, a few books allege they may have had some type of involvement despite providing proof.

BACKSTORY:

The Everleigh Club was a high-end brothel/sex club (above) which operated in Chicago, Illinois from February 1900 until October 1911. It was owned and operated by Ada and Minna Everleigh.

Prior to relocating to Chicago, the Everleigh sisters toured brothels in many cities, trying to find a location which had "plenty of wealthy men but no superior houses." They were directed to Chicago by Cleo Maitland, a madam in Washington, D.C., who suggested they contact Effie Hankins in Chicago.After buying Hankins's brothel at 2131-2133 South Dearborn Street, they "fired all the women and completely redecorated the entire building with the most luxurious appointments available.

Silk curtains, damask easy chairs, oriental rugs, mirrored ceilings, mahogany tables, gold rimmed china and silver dinnerware, perfumed fountains in every room, a $15,000 [equivalent to $450,000 in 2010) gold-leafed piano for the Music Room, mirrored ceilings, a library filled with finely bound volumes, an art gallery featuring nudes in gold frames—-no expense was spared. While the heavyweight boxer Jack Johnson thought the $57 gold spittoons in his café were worth boasting about, the patrons of the Everleigh Club were obliged to expectorate in $650 gold cuspidors. The Everleigh Club was described by Chicago's Vice Commission as "probably the most famous and luxurious house of prostitution in the country." Jack Johnson would become their only black client.
Prior to the opening of the Everleigh Club, Ada was responsible for recruiting talent for the club. She started by contacting her former employees in Omaha and spreading the word through brothels across the country. She conducted face-to-face interviews with all the applicants.The brothel opened on February 1, 1900 with little fanfare, and turned away many of the clients who initially appeared because the Everleigh Sisters did not deem them suitable for the clientèle they were seeking. Once the club was open, Ada, who was quieter and more reserved than her sister, took on the responsibility of making sure the club was kept up to standards. She oversaw cleaning and renovations. Ada was also very much taken with the gold leaf piano in the Club and once claimed she rejected a suitor because he disapproved of the piano.

The clientèle of the Everleigh House included captains of industry, important politicians and European nobility and royalty. Among their clientèle were Marshall Field, Jr., Edgar Lee Masters, Theodore Dreiser, Ring Lardner, John Warner Gates, Jack Johnson, and Prince Heinrich of Prussia.

By 1902, the club expanded and the sisters were making donations to the First Ward Aldermen, "Bathhouse" John Coughlin and Michael "Hinky-Dink" Kenna to ensure their continued leeway. After the Club was closed, Minna Everleigh claimed in testimony that she "always entertained state legislators free in the club."

On March 3, 1902, Prince Heinrich of Prussia visited the Club while in the United States to pick up a ship built for his brother, German Kaiser Wilhelm II. Although the city had sponsored numerous events for Heinrich, his main interest was a visit to the club. The sisters planned a bacchanalia for the visiting prince, including dancing, dining and a recreation of the dismemberment of Zeus's son. During one of the dances, a prostitute's slipper came off and spilled champagne. When one of the prince's entourage drank the champagne, he started the trend of drinking champagne from a woman's shoe.

On November 22, 1905, Marshall Field, Jr. suffered a gunshot that would prove to be fatal. Although newspapers reported it was an accident and occurred at his home, there is some evidence that he was shot by a prostitute at the Everleigh Club.

The club employed 15 to 25 cooks and maids. Gourmet meals featured iced clam juice, caviar, pheasants, ducks, geese, artichokes, lobster, fried oysters, deviled crabs, pecans and bonbons. There were three orchestras, and musicians played constantly, usually on the piano accompanied by strings. Publishing houses would publicize new songs by having them played at the Everleigh Club. The house was heated with steam in the winter and cooled with electric fans in the summer.

Following a 1910 Vice Commission report that noted there were nearly 600 brothels in Chicago, Mayor Carter Harrison, Jr. ordered the Everleigh Club to be closed on October 24, 1911.The sisters retired with an estimated million dollars in cash (the equivalent of almost $22,000,000 in 2010 and traveled in Europe before eventually changing their name back to Lester and settling in New York City. When their brothel business closed, Ada was 45 years old and Minna was 47 years old.

Kidnapped: Christopher Milton Dansby (above). First photo shows how Christopher looked when he was abducted, second photo shows how he would look today.

"BLACK MARKET ABDUCTION RING"

Christopher Milton Dansby was a bubbly 2-year-old when he disappeared from his grandmother's sight on a quiet afternoon in May 1989. Suspicions quickly feel on a pair of older children who were playing with Christopher minutes before he vanished.

The 10-year-old-girl and her 5-year-old brother told detectives they left Christopher in the park safe and sound, never wavering from their stories under intensive questioning. Despite their age, it appeared that both siblings were well trained in interrogation techniques.

A vigorous search of the Harlem neighborhood by detectives failed to turn up any compelling clues.

Then, within three months of Christopher's disappearance, 19-month-old Shane Anthony Walker (above-how he looked when abducted and how he would look today) went missing from the very same playground on August 10, 1989.

Investigators discovered eerie similarities between the two cases. Both boys lived in the same nearby apartment building and the same brother and sister were seen playing with both toddlers before their disappearance.

Both boys also disappeared from the same area around the same time of day and they both vanished on Thursday.

Shane's mother, Rosa Glover says she and her son were sitting on a bench eating potato chips when the older kids asked if Shane could play.

Glover watched the trio settle near the slide before she was distracted by a man who joined her on the bench and started talking about crimes against children. He even showed her scars he suffered in fights as a youngsters.

"I turned my head to look at all his scars," she recalls. "When I turned back, I didn't see my son. I started walking around the park, hollering and screaming."

The boy and girl were gone, too, but then Glover saw them return to the playground through a hole in the wire fence.

I said, "Where's my son?" and they said they left him in the park," Glover says.

Detectives once again launched a thorough search, interviewing neighbors, family members and friends but came up empty.

By this time, the brother and sister had disappeared.

Later, both parents heard rumors that their babies were the victims of a black-market adoption dealer.

"CONFIDENTIAL MAGAZINE PIONEERED THE TABLOID/SCANDAL SHEET FORMAT"

Confidential was a bi-monthly magazine published between 1952 and 1978. It was founded by Robert Harrison and is considered a pioneer in scandal, gossip, and exposé journalism.

Robert Harrison is said to have come up with the idea for Confidential while watching the senate hearings on organized crime, conducted by Tennessee senator Estes Kefauver in the early 1950s. Virginia Hill's testimony especially intrigued Harrison and it also helped that she was Bugsy Siegel's former girlfriend (pictured below).

The popular hearings had higher ratings than many TV-shows because they exposed the underworld of the USA, with mafia bosses who had colorful nicknames, lavish lifestyles and private lives full of scandalous details. But Harrison realized that he couldn’t target the mob without personal protection, and instead turned to the world of movies. Hollywood was a similar environment that seemed to live by its own laws, and contained the same glamorous life styles with promiscuity and temptations.

To gather material for his new magazine, Harrison established an organization called Hollywood Research Inc. in Los Angeles, operated by his niece Marjorie Meade (who would become the most feared woman in Hollywood). Hollywood Research, Inc. has been described as “a spy network of journalists, private investigators, waiters, call girls, and 75-dollars-a-week starlets who were on the rosters of the major studios and were going nowhere except to bed with anyone who might boost their careers.” Many such characters knew what the movie stars did in their spare time and thus got a chance of making some money by informing Confidential. This method of obtaining information became so popular that many entertainment magazines and blogs continue to use this method.

The first issue was published in 1952 under the headline “The Lid is Off!." Under the slogan “Tells the Facts and Names the Names.” Confidential soon became the fastest growing magazine in the USA. After only a couple of issues the magazine claimed its circulation was four million copies.

By July 1955, TIME was decrying Confidential’s success: “In a little more than two years, a 25¢ magazine called “Confidential”, based on the proposition that millions like to wallow in scurrility, has become the biggest newsstand seller in the U.S."

Confidential was based in New York and could therefore not be silenced by the movie industry by bribing anyone in California. The images the movie companies carefully had groomed for certain stars, were ruined overnight by articles in Confidential. To limit the damage done to their investments, the film industry started to tip off Confidential of the more innocent gossip, which also made for good publicity for coming movies.

Some lesser stars also collaborated with Confidential to produce smaller scandals in order to create interest in themselves. Some of the actors of the day had their careers ruined not by Confidential, but by their own employers. After a while the gossip magazine required larger and larger “sacrifices” and the movie moguls were forced to “sell out” lesser known actors in order to draw negative attention away from their major stars. The homosexual actor Rock Hudson was left alone for a while because Confidential got a tip about Rory Calhoun instead, whose background included armed robberies when Calhoun was thirteen years old.

Confidential was eventually sued out of business:

Oscar-nominated actress Dorothy Dandridge successfully sued the magazine for a lurid story titled "What Dorothy Did in the Woods."

Actress Maureen O'Hara successfully sued the magazine for a story in the March 1957 issue falsely accusing her of having sex in the balcony of Hollywood's Grauman's Chinese Theatre. As she recounted in her 2004 autobiography-her passport proved that she was in Spain on the date alleged by Confidential. Her lawsuit and large settlement were instrumental in the decline of the magazine.

In July 1955, billionairess Doris Duke sued the magazine for $3 million, claiming libel when Confidential wrote about her alleged relationship with a "Negro handyman and chauffeur" whom the magazine said she once employed.

"THE FIRST PRESIDENTIAL MEETING OF PRESIDENT KENNEDY & MARILYN MONROE"

Marilyn Monroe was invited to an ultra-private party on Park Avenue hosted by the President of the United States (JFK); Jackie Kennedy was out of town.

Marilyn decided to wear the tightest dress she could find. Milt Ebbins (a friend) had to assist her in dressing because the dress was so tight. Milt had to get on his knees and pull the dress down with all his might, finally with one final tug, the dress gave way past Marilyn's hips and down to her knees.

When Marilyn and Milt arrived, they got out of the limousine and made their way to the party.

One of the secret service agents opened the door. According to actress Arlene Dahl, "When she walked in, Christ almighty, it was like the parting of the Red Sea. There were about 25 people in there, and the crowd divided into halves as she walked through the room."

"I'll never forget it, everything stopped. It was magical, really. I've never seen anyone stop a room like that. The President turned around and noticed her and you could see that he was immediately attracted to her.

"Finally! You're here, he said with a big smile as he walked over to her. 'There are some people here who are dying to meet you.'

Then, she was descended upon. People just wanted to stand near her, smell her fragrance, breathe the same air as she."

JFK took Marilyn's arm and off she went with him. But not before turning to Milt Ebbins and giving him a wry little smile and a wink.

Source: J. Randy Taraborrelli

(STRIPPERS WITH AIDS-UPDATE)

A large number of rappers and rockers date strippers. Some of these men keep them as jumpoffs and date them discreetly while others flaunt them in public.

Under the radar in Washington, D.C., word is spreading that a large number of strippers have STD's (including AIDS) that a state of emergency may be in affect soon. When AIDS rumors surround a certain girl, she packs up and moves to another city. Some of these women start fresh in the ATL or Miami. Their customers don't have a clue. Some of these women mistakenly think-since their virus is undetectable with the AIDS cocktail, it can't be transmitted, WRONG!

Some of the strip clubs falsely advertise in the sports pages, the ad features a busty blonde, brunette or African-American. What male customers fail to realize: The model was hired for the day to shoot the ad from a reputable modeling agency and she's not employed by the club. Meanwhile, men stampede the club looking for the girl in the ad.

Some of these establishments need to be shut down by the health department, one bouncer reported getting lice just from working at an strip club.

"BRUTAL, PSYCHOTIC & SADISTIC PIMP"

A Milwaukee native ran a ruthless prostitution ring across the country for more than a decade, pimping girls as young as 14 and beating and torturing them when they didn’t make him enough money, according to a federal criminal complaint unsealed Monday.

Derrick Avery, 42 (directly above), also known as “Pimp Snooky,” recruited his prostitutes at bus stations and off the street, wooing them with pricey clothes and jewelry, according to documents. One prostitute said Avery was “selling me my dreams.”

Once Avery persuaded them to become sex workers, he forced the prostitutes to earn at least $500 a night – and sometimes much more, the remarkably detailed 26-page criminal complaint says. He beat those who disobeyed him with pots, pool cues, broom handles, belts and shoes and burned them with cigarette butts, it says.

Avery also employed what he called the hot and cold treatment, it says. For the hot treatment, Avery poured rubbing alcohol on the prostitutes’ skin and ignited it. For the cold treatment, he forced prostitutes to sit in a tub of ice-cube-filled water for as long as it took for a cigarette to burn down, the complaint says.

“Congress has recognized these types of activities destroy forever the lives of the women involved in sex trafficking,” the prosecutor, Assistant U.S. Attorney Joseph Wall, said of federal trafficking crimes. “These are not victimless crimes.”

Avery was arrested Friday in Las Vegas, where he lives. Also arrested were Shamika Evans, 28, known as “Mika” and described as his top prostitute, and a third woman who is not charged.

Authorities are moving to bring Avery and Evans to Milwaukee. Avery is charged with three counts of sex trafficking minors. Evans is charged with two counts. If convicted, they each face up to life in prison.

Avery has gained wide attention as a pimp, appearing in documentaries and on “The Jerry Springer Show.” In the 1999 “Pimps Up, Ho’s Down” film, Avery spoke about how to be a pimp, at one point saying, “Let me pimp or let me die.” He wore an enormous ring with a pimp holding prostitutes on a leash.

On several Web sites, Avery says he has never been a pimp, but an actor playing a pimp. “I was not then, nor was I ever a pimp,” he says.

Avery surfaced in the 2008 extortion and bribery trial of former Milwaukee Ald. Michael McGee. On recorded calls, McGee sought money from Avery, who owned a club on N. King Drive called Marjani’s. McGee helped Avery get a special hearing on a liquor license for the club, a City Hall official testified.

McGee said he needed money for his rent and Avery offered to fly McGee to Las Vegas, saying, “I’ll be shaking your hand with something beautiful,” according to the call. Avery was not charged in the McGee case and did not testify.

Avery owned other businesses in Milwaukee, including a shoe and clothing store, the complaint says. In Las Vegas, he invested in auto and home leasing businesses.

According to the federal criminal complaint – which quotes seven witnesses, a high number by court standards – Avery has pimped girls and women since at least 1997. In 2003, Avery and Evans recruited a 14-year-old girl from Chicago. Avery started assaults on the girl a week after she began selling sex for him, beating her with a pool cue and later with pots, bats, chairs, belts and Avery’s “gator” shoes, it says. He later stabbed the girl in the buttocks after he learned she was talking to another pimp, it says.

The 14-year-old and other girls traveled to Chicago seven nights a week and were required to make at least $500 apiece, the complaint says. She later worked in Vegas and was required to make $1,000 to $1,500, but sometimes brought in $5,000 a night, it says.

Avery required the girl to do more than have sex. She had to empty ashtrays, fill Avery’s glass and serve him food – on separate plates because he didn’t like his food mixed, it says. Avery also had sex with his prostitutes, fathering several children with them, the complaint says.

Avery pressured the 14-year-old and other prostitutes to finish the sex acts quickly, saying it should take no more time than to smoke a cigarette, it says. He also required them to rob the men after finishing the sex. Avery pawned several high-priced watches at Milwaukee jewelers from 2004 to 2005, the complaint says.

In 2004, Avery recruited a 17-year-old girl, buying her clothes and shoes – and taking her ID and an address book with family information. When the girl tried to flee, Avery beat her with a wooden broom until it broke and then an aluminum broom until it bent, it says. He made a call and told someone, “I’ll give you $2,800 to put a bullet in this girl’s daddy’s head,” it says.

Avery dispatched his prostitutes to eight states to sell sex over the years, the complaint says. The federal investigation proceeded before a secret grand jury for months, it says, and Avery accompanied the women to Milwaukee, coaching them on how to testify.

Source: CJaye

*Warning: The following story is extremely disturbing and graphic.

DISTURBING & TRAGIC (INDIANA TORTURE & MURDER/SADISTIC TUTORS-1958)

Gertrude Baniszewski (above) lived in Indianapolis with her seven children. Since she had a tiny income, Baniszewski took in children for the Summer to earn extra money. In 1965, she agreed to board sixteen years old Sylvia Likens and her sister Jenny, who was a year younger. They were the children of two circus workers who were about to go on tour operating a concession stand.

Jenny was disabled and could not move about very much (Gertrude Baniszewski cynically thought that a 'cripple' would be an undemanding boarder); perhaps the Likens' decision to spare their daughters from the wandering lifestyle of the circus was influenced by Jennie's condition? Perhaps they wanted time by themselves to patch up their marriage?

Their relationship had been through a bad patch (they'd only just got back together after a period of separation). For several understandable reasons, they were quite grateful to be able to leave the girls with Baniszewski (whom they knew as 'Mrs Wright' - she'd taken the name of a former partner) and didn't devote much time to checking out the person entrusted with their children's care. They briskly agreed to pay her $20 a week and departed.

During the first week of their stay, the two girls were looked upon with growing hostility by Baniszewski. Sylvia was not as meek and submissive as her disabled sister and there was little tolerance for 'answering back' in that house.

Sylvia and Jenny were definitely not spoiled by the food on offer in the Baniszewskis' cluttered and dirty home (above). They were given just a few slices of toast in the morning and a bowl of soup at supper-time. Some writers, mindful of the harsh treatment which followed, have suggested that the girls were being singled out for some kind of starvation diet by their hosts - however, this sparse menu wasn't reserved for them alone. None of the Baniszewski family were eating well because they were poor and there was only a simple hotplate to cook upon. Thus sandwiches and soup tended to make up most of their meals.

At the end of that initial week, when the $20 for their board failed to appear, both girls were dragged to an upstairs room of the house and beaten cruelly. Baniszewski screamed, as she hit the children, that they were being housed and fed "for nothin'!".

The money arrived the next day; but, having perhaps convinced herself that the girls' parents had cheated her out of proper payment, Baniszewski's resentment bubbled over. Whenever she was in the same room as Sylvia or Jennie, the increasingly vicious 'foster mother' verbally and physically abused them. Later, at her trial, Baniszewski admitted that she hit them so hard that she hurt her own hands. Sylvia became the favorite target of regular punishments that revealed Baniszewski's sadistic nature. Sylvia's bare buttocks were paddled with a rough wooden board which cut her flesh and left scars.

The Baniszewski children were encouraged to assault Sylvia. Their friends were also invited to come to the house and use her as a punching bag. With the 'foster mother' looking on, these juvenile thugs hit and kicked Sylvia and whipped her with any items which came to hand. When she begged Baniszewski to stop them; the depraved creature only laughed and urged her fellow tormentors on to greater levels of abuse.

One youth with some judo training used Sylvia as a kind of 'practice dummy', he threw her against walls and down staircases, and on one occasion, he knocked her unconscious with a broom handle.

Baniszewski ordered the children to stub out cigarettes on the girl's arms and hands. Her daughter Paula (above), drunk on bestial cruelty, punched Sylvia with enough force to break bones in her own hand. After being treated by a doctor and having her hand put into a plaster cast, the Baniszewski girl used the heavy cast to beat Sylvia with even more force.

A neighbor who visited the Baniszewskis several times whilst Sylvia was being abused, recalled seeing that Sylvia was increasingly bruised and battered. Each time the woman visited, Paula invariably claimed, with disturbingly gleeful pride, to be the author of the girl's wounds and abrasions - often she beat or whipped Sylvia in front of the neighbor. Sadly, like so many other people who saw what was happening, the neighbor said nothing to anybody who might have saved Sylvia.

With incredible hypocrisy, Baniszewski (who had gone through a string of failed romances and had a couple of illegitimate children and whose favorite daughter Paula was pregnant with a married man's baby) then labeled Sylvia Likens 'a whore.' She told many people that Sylvia was not only promiscuous, but pregnant.

The girl was stripped naked and forced to dance and perform lewd acts in front of Baniszewski's youthful cronies. Sylvia was made to insert a soda bottle into her vagina on at least two different occasions.

Sylvia's crotch and genital area was thumped and kicked so often and so viciously that hardened medical examiners were later shocked by the number of injuries in that region.

These particular beatings probably made it harder for her to control her bladder. When she wet her bed, Sylvia was told that she didn't deserve to live with 'decent' people. She was tied up and confined in the basement. The girl was released only when Gertrude Baniszewski or the child-thugs wished to beat her. She was kept naked or near naked for the amusement of the young savages; they enjoyed throwing her around the concrete floors and repeatedly forcing her to climb the stairs so that they could hurl her down the steps.

Use of the toilet was denied to her, Sylvia's torturers accused her of being a dirty person and often threw her into a bathtub full of scalding water.

A dim-witted neighborhood boy, Ricky Hobbs, was directed to heat needles and use them to brand the girl's stomach with the words: "I am a prostitute and proud of it." Baniszewski started the lettering and then ordered Hobbs to finish the task. This horrible torture completed, Baniszewski released the full fiendish fury of her nature, beating the girl, slamming her head against the basement wall with such force that Sylvia Likens received the injuries that ultimately extinguished her life.

Not content with just physical torture, Baniszewski taunted Sylvia, telling her that she'd never be able to marry because of the words on her body. Sylvia was made to write a letter to her parents which 'confessed' to sharing her sexual favors with a gang of boys and then blamed all of her wounds, burns and the hideous message on her flesh upon these non-existent individuals.

Baniszewski's developing plan was to have Sylvia dumped (alive or dead) in some remote rural area. The letter would be 'proof' that she and her accomplices were innocent of any wrong-doing.

While Sylvia was bound in the basement, a social worker called to investigate an anonymous report of a 'girl with running sores on her body'. She was told that Sylvia did indeed have sores on her body...the result of her own bad personal hygiene...and that Baniszewski had thrown her out of the house because she had become a prostitute.

Clearly, the Banieszewskis were preparing to rid themselves of their victim. They had an alibi and nobody had contradicted any of the tales they'd spun thus far. Sylvia realized that her days were numbered if she didn't escape. She made a desperate attempt to get out of the house-but she was caught and beaten into unconsciousness.

For a while she was treated with a bizarre mixture of outright brutality and warped kindness. She was offered crackers and sandwiches when Baniszewski became frightened of the consequences of all the beatings; yet one of the younger abusers made her drink urine and eat excrement.

They inflicted so much hurt on her that they must have known she would die; yet they also put her in the bathtub (with pleasantly warm water) and allowed her to sleep upstairs in a bed - though she was tied to the bedposts and denied use of the toilet (on the grounds that she had to 'learn' not to soil her bed before she earned that privilege). When, unsurprisingly, she wet the bed again, Sylvia was given another painful lesson by her sadistic 'tutors.'

The neighbors heard Sylvia hitting the walls of the basement with a shovel; some of them thought about complaining to the authorities about all the sleep they'd lost - but nobody actually did complain.

The next day Sylvia was placed in the bathtub again. She became very quiet and her jailers realized that she was dead.

The Police were told that Sylvia had been an uncontrollable and promiscuous tearaway. Baniszewski, producing the letter she'd forced Sylvia to write, stated that Sylvia had returned to the house after a sex session with some boys. According to her version of the events, the gang had followed Sylvia back to the house, mutilated her and then killed her. Baniszewski said she'd found the girl dead in the basement.

Of course, she neglected to say that her offspring had been primed with the same bogus tale before the Police were called. When investigating officer Melvin Dixon came to the house, all the children (including Jenny Likens) repeated Baniszewski's story word for word. Dixon was understandably shocked by Sylvia's bruised and battered body; he took down details of the accounts offered by the Baniszewskis and was about to leave when Jenny managed to whisper to him: "Get me out of here and I'll tell you the whole story."

Despite the protests of Gertrude Baniszewski and her clan, the officer took the girl away and quickly learned the truth. The sadistic 'foster mother' was charged with murder, convicted and given a life sentence. Baniszewski gained a new trial on appeal-but was again convicted and sent back to prison. Though she gave many interviews to writers and journalists from behind bars, she never expressed any genuine remorse. Nor did she ever come close to offering any explanations for her bizarre and cruel acts -to those who sought to discover her reasons, Gertrude Baniszewski would say: "I had to teach her a lesson."

The children who helped her to torture and kill Sylvia Likens were given incredibly short sentences; their lawyers skillfully laid most of the blame upon Gertrude Baniszewski - she'd been the only adult involved and (despite her attempts to claim that she was prostrate on her sickbed during the worst beatings and acts of torture) most onlookers had expected her to receive the Death Sentence. In 1985, amidst much public protest, she was released upon parole. For five years she lived quietly under an assumed name before dying of lung cancer.

The film (The Girl Next Door-released in 2007) is loosely based on Sylvia Likens story.

Source: Usersites.horrorfind.com

"THE UNEXPLAINED" (UNDERGROUND BASES)

The Maltese Cave Entrance (Vanished Without A Trace):

This entrance is located on the island of Malta, near the small village of "Casal Paula." In 1902, work men digging a well in Casal Paula fell into a subterranean cavern. "These tunnels under the Hypogeum have been sealed off ever since a school took 30 students into the caves and disappeared, guide and all. Search parties were never able to locate any trace of the people and children.

The Liyobaa Cave Entrance:

The Liyobaa Cave entrance (above) was sealed off by Catholic Priests who believed it to be an entrance to "Hell." The village of 'Liyobaa' or to translate, 'The Cavern of Death,' was located in the province of Zapoteca, near the ancient village of 'Mictlan' or the village of the 'Underworld.

New York City:

There is an entrance to the tunnels in New York City "in the vicinity of Midtown Manhattan that can be reached through an abandoned elevator shaft that only very few know about."

(MOTHER SENT DAUGHTER'S NAKED PHOTO TO ONLINE PEDOPHILE RING)

*This Ring had more female members than male members.

The 2009 Plymouth child abuse case was a child abuse and pedophile ring involving at least three adults from different parts of England. The case centered around photographs taken of up to 64 children by Vanessa George (above), a nursery worker in Plymouth.

Between autumn 2008 and spring 2009, Vanessa George, Colin Blanchard and Angela Allen (below-allegedly, a former prostitute) met on Facebook, and then started to email and text message each other. The messages were often of a crude nature, and moved on to child abuse.

George started taking indecent picture of 2 to 5 year old children at the nursery where she worked, and also an naked picture of her then 14 year old daughter-to send to the online pedophile ring.

In June 2009, a colleague of Colin Blanchard's turned on his laptop computer to research Blanchard's business dealings. The colleague found images of sexual abuse of babies and toddlers, which he reported to the Greater Manchester Police. Police searched Blanchard's computer, and arrested him upon his return to England. Police found indecent images on his computer, and emails and texts between himself, Vanessa George and Angela Allen.

On the evening of 8 June, police arrested George, a worker at Little Teds Nursery in Plymouth. George appeared in court on 11 June on charges of sexual assault and making, posing and distributing indecent images of children.

George pleaded guilty to seven counts of sexual assault, and six of making and distributing indecent pictures of children. On 15 December 2009 George was given an indeterminate sentence, and told that she would serve at least seven years. People are outraged that George only received a seven year sentence.

"POLITICS" (DVD OUTS POWERFUL POLITICIANS-SCANDALOUS)

Over the weekend, I got together with friends to watch "Outrage." This political documentary is explosive to say the least! No wonder it didn't stay long in the theaters.

This message appears at the beginning: There exists a brilliantly orchestrated conspiracy to keep gay and lesbian politicians in the closet. This conspiracy is so powerful, the media will not cover it. This film is based on politicians who live in the closet.

HIGHLIGHTS:

What former NY mayor's alleged gay lover died of AIDS? (answer in the documentary)

What popular politician used his college fraternity as a gay pick-up bar, according to sources in the documentary, he turned a number of college boys out yet he is now married and has a family.

The documentary also reveals that the majority of these alleged closeted politicians consistently vote no on bills that would benefit gay rights, such as: No on Domestic partnership, No on Gays in the Military, No on Gay marriage, No on hate crime protection and No on HIV/AIDS support.

This film can be rented from netflix or blockbuster.

"TRUE CRIME" (SERIAL KILLING-BY ARSON?)

Lorin Fischer was incinerated in his car last year, at a camp ground in Big Cottonwood Canyon. Detectives were puzzled to find such extensive damage but no accelerant at the scene.

The body of Gregory Nelson was discovered in a torched car near the Great Salt Lake, and investigators immediately noticed a connection between Nelson and Fischer. They died in a similar manner.

Then, the discovery of Zachary Ruble's (above) charred remains near Zion National Park were discovered. The bioengineering major and his vehicle were so consumed by fire that it took DNA tests to identify his corpse.

As the investigation continues, Lt. Don Hutson of the Salt Lake County Sheriff's Office found similar cases in Colorado and Massachusetts of recently burned-out cars with cremated bodies inside.

According to authorities: "All the facts are pointing to a lone serial killer with an agenda. "That's our assumption right now."

(FIRST EVER-BLACK PRESIDENTIAL DESIGNERS)

The first great Black dressmaker of record was Elizabeth Hobbs Keckley, who not only designed for President Abraham Lincoln's wife (Mary Todd Lincoln) but she also helped her out financially after her husband's assassination.

Ann Lowe, the daughter and granddaughter of dressmakers who sewed for the first families of Montgomery, Alabama, came to be known as both the "Dean Of American Designers," and "society's best kept secret." Her customers included two and three generations of American aristocracy: The DuPonts, Roosevelts, Posts, Biddles and the Rockefellers. Yet, even she was not granted the full recognition she deserved because of her race.

Her most famous creation was the wedding dress that Jackie Bouvier wore when she married future president, John F. Kennedy. The newspapers never publicly acknowledged that a black designer created the dress. Although the NY Times described the bride's dress at length, it neglected to name Lowe as the designer. Lowe also provided fifteen gowns for the bridal party.

The Elaine Race Riot was a deadly 1919 race riot in the town of Elaine in Phillips County, Arkansas which gained national attention and spurred a major U.S. Supreme Court ruling.  The above poster is exaggerated by the press.

Black tenant farmers (sharecroppers) were holding a union meeting at the Hoop Spur Church in Elaine, Arkansas before dawn on 1 October 1919. Many of the African-American sharecroppers had not been paid fair shares for the products they grew and wanted to join the Progressive Farmers and Household Union of America and were also discussing filing a class action lawsuit against their landlords. Union members advocating for the union brought armed guards to protect the meeting. A white deputy sheriff and a railroad worker, both armed, arrived at the meeting place and a fight broke out. In the ensuing gunfire the deputy sheriff was wounded and the railroad worker was killed.

The violence expanded beyond the meeting place and fighting in the area lasted for two days. Word traveled to neighboring States through hyperventilated newspaper reports that an 'insurrection' was occurring, which brought additional armed men into the county from outside to support the white citizens.

Arkansas Governor Charles Hillman Brough received a request for help from are whites citing a 'negro uprising'. Brough contacted the War Department and requested federal troops which were granted. After considerable delay, approximately 600 US troops arrived and found the town in chaos. The troops made their way to the area of the Hoop Spur Church where they had an exchange of gunfire with black farmers in the woods. Over the next few days the troops disarmed both parties and arrested several hundred black residents.

During this time several African-American and white citizens were killed and more wounded. At least two were killed by federal troops. The exact numbers of dead amongst the African-Americans is unknown but estimates range from as low as 25 to as high as 800.

In October and November of 1919, a grand jury, which included no African-Americans, handed down indictments against 122 blacks. These charges included 73 charges of murder and charges of conspiracy and insurrection.

The trials were attended by an adverse crowd and the lawyers for the defense did not subpoena witnesses for the defense and did not allow their clients to testify. Twelve of the defendants were convicted of murder and sentenced to death in the electric chair. Their trials lasted approximately 20 minutes.

In years to come, Scipio Africanus Jones, an African-American attorney from Arkansas would successfully guide the appeals of the 12 men to the Supreme Court and gain national attention. Six of the men's convictions were dismissed in 1923 after the Supreme Court ruled that the men had not received due process. The other six men went back to trial and received sentences of 12 years but received an executive pardon from the Governor of Arkansas and were released.

In recent years, researchers have begun to investigate the riot in Elaine as well as the similar Tulsa Race Riot which occurred in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1921. In early 2000 a conference on the Elaine Riot was held in Helena, Arkansas at the Delta Cultural Center.

Source: Knowledge Rush.com

 

 

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