The character (The Observer) on the TV series "Fringe" is based on the grinning man, pictured above. The Observer is a bald man (with no eyebrows) who always appears beforehand at an series of unexplained, often ghastly occurrences that are happening all over the world-(the majority are blacked out by the media).

The Grinning Man is a (real life) mysterious man who has been sighted during heightened UFO encounters as well as during the 1960s Mothman sightings. Two young eyewitnesses said he turned and looked at them with a permanent grin on his face.

According to the men who interviewed the boys: “The man was over six feet tall, they agreed, and was dressed in a sparkling green coverall costume that shimmered and seemed to reflect the street lights. There was a wide black belt around his waist.”

The boys also said “He had a very dark complexion, and little round eyes…real beady…set far apart.” The most frightening and bizarre aspect of the encounter is the fact that “They could not remember seeing any hair, ears, or nose on this figure.” During the Mothman sightings, the grinning man is said to have telepathically told a witness that his name was “Indrid Cold."


Time Slip is defined as: 'A window that temporarily opens into a different part of history.'


Foreign diplomats found themselves on the brink of an international incident when they published a map drawn by a pilot in 1941-because it shows an ultra modern classified facility that was built in 2011.

The chart was based on sketches and notes left by one of Claire Chennault's (1st photo) Flying Tigers, the mercenary pilots of the AVG who flew missions over China before Pearl Harbor officially dragged the U.S. into World War II.

In November 1941, a Canadian Flying Tiger took off from the AVG base in Rangoon heading northeast toward China's provisional capital of Chungking. On landing, the pilot sketched the base along with a rough location. He believed he'd found an advanced air base used by the Chinese forces but when subsequent flights were unable to find the base, the report was filed away and forgotten.

Then, in February 2011, a staffer at the American consulate in Guangzhou, China, found the report. He reproduced several pages from it as part of a newsletter article about the Flying Tigers.

The 70-year-old document perfectly described a classified research facility that the Chinese military had been using for less than 12 months.

Scientists believe the 1941 flyboy piloted his Curtiss P-40 Tomahawk through a "time slip."

Such events are very rare, but they have been recorded in the past. Usually such time slips are linked to areas with a high number of strange disappearances or unusual circumstances but they'll often open up again and again in the same location. It could be that prior time slips are responsible for the reputation of the Bermuda Triangle and the Bass Strait. The Bass Strait, between the coasts of southern Australia and the island of Tasmania, has been notorious since 1797, when the ship Eliza disappeared while on a rescue mission.


On October 21, 1978, a Cessna 182 light airplane piloted by Frederick Valentich (above) disappeared, in his last voice transmission, Valentich told air traffic controllers he was being buzzed by a UFO. Neither he nor his aircraft were ever seen again.

On December 27, 201, a 29,000-ton Australian naval vessel vanished while on a two-week trial voyage through the Bass Strait.


A large burial mound unearthed in Northwest Pennsylvania has led to the frightening realization that an entire race of devil-like creatures may have once roamed North America.

In the burial grounds, located 60 miles from the city of Scranton, experts found skeletons which have been determined to be anatomically correct humans with a set of 6-inch horns protruding from their foreheads!

The archaeological dig was led by the Rev. Thomas Murphy of the American Methodist Church who says he learned of the site's location on an ancient scroll he found while cleaning out the church's cellar.

"We found the bones of a dozen 'men,' for lack of a better word," Murphy explains. "While their skeletal structure is identical to a human man, the bones we unearthed are giant.

"Not only did each skull have horns, but each of these creatures measured over 7 feet tall."

"We've dated the remains back to approximately 1200 A.D.

Murphy adds: "These creatures look very much like traditional depictions of Satan. It's terrifying to think they walked among men here in the United States."


An 82-year-old mystic claims he hasn't had any food or water since 1940! And, despite being observed by medical experts, no one has been able to disprove his extraordinary claims.

Holy man Prahlad Jani says he left home at age 7 and has been wandering around India ever since. He adds, "I was blessed by a goddess when I was 12 years old and haven't had a need to consume food or water ever since."

He claims that he is a "breatharian," meaning he draws sustenance from the air, meditation and a mysterious nectar that drips into his mouth.

In 2003, Jani was observed at a scientific research center under 24-hour surveillance for 10 days. A team of 21 specialists says he never consumed food or water. He also never went to the bathroom, and scans show his bladder accumulated fluid but, incredibly, it was reabsorbed by his body.

This year, he did a second research stint in which scientists were hoping to analyze Jani's strange abilities to figure out a way to turn soldiers into super soldiers and to figure out a way for disaster victims to survive longer without food and water.

He agreed to be locked in an isolated hospital room for 15 days while being monitored. Doctors say his body showed no sign of starvation or dehydration.

While people can live for weeks without food, humans typically can't survive for more than four days without water.

If his claims are verified, it will be a breakthrough in medical science.


Andrew Stimpson (born 1980 in Largs, Scotland) is a former glamour model, who was once cover boy and centerfold of Euroboy magazine. He tested negative for HIV fourteen months after three initial tests returned a positive result. While there have been anecdotal reports from Africa of people fighting off the virus, Stimpson's case was the first to have been medically documented and tested.

After having contracted the disease from his HIV-positive boyfriend Juan Gomez, Stimpson first stated that he felt "tired, weak and feverish" and had three HIV antibody tests at the Victoria Clinic for Sexual Health in west London. In October 2003, Stimpson was offered another test, which came back negative. He claimed he was "baffled" and "convinced there must have been a mistake." He sued the hospital, but two later tests confirmed that both results were correct.

As Stimpson was in the early stages of HIV, he was not taking any medication for the disease, and was only prescribed daily supplements.

While the hospital could not confirm if Stimpson has actually been cured of the disease, he has been urged to return for further tests in hope of reproducing the result in others. Stimpson spent weeks meeting with some of the world's leading HIV specialists, immunologists and virologists. After many tests there was still no answer as to what had actually happened. All that he was told was that there were no mistakes and somehow during those fourteen months he had gone from HIV positive to HIV negative.



Penile Agenessis is a genetic disease that causes the afflicted to born without male genitalia.


KANGAR: While the birth certificate of 10-month-old Muhammad Nabil Mustaqim Rodzake states that he is male, he lacks a male organ.

When he was born without the male organ last Aug 10 at the Tuanku Fauziah Hospital, he was subjected to a DNA test which confirmed he had more male characteristics.

His mother, Zatul Bazamah Abd Rahman, is now seeking help from medical specialists to fix the problem.

Zatul Bazamah, 26, said:

“We are sad to think that he will grow up without the male organ, and the emotional stress that awaits him.”

The baby – the second child in the family – is now receiving treatment at the Tuanku Fauziah Hospital and Sultanah Bahiyah Hospital in Alor Star.

“We have been told that our son needs to wait a little longer for suitable treatment for his genitals.

On the Flip Side:

The equivalent of this ailment/disease is women born without vaginal openings. Years ago, a woman with this ailment appeared on the Montel Williams show, she referred to herself as being neutered.


In the 1980's, Canadian scientist Wade Davis traveled to Haiti to investigate zombification. His findings revealed: A powder of natural toxins could be used to place a victim into a death-like state, to be resuscitated in a hypnotic trance by a controlling "master." One notable case referenced was that of Clairvius Narcisse (above), who reportedly served as a zombie for two years in the 1960s.


According to reports, Clairvius Narcisse was poisoned with a mixture of various substances to simulate death. The instigator of the poisoning was alleged to be his brother, with whom he had quarreled over land.

After his apparent death and subsequent burial on May 2, 1962, his body was recovered and he was given a paste made from datura which at certain doses has a hallucinogenic effect and can cause memory loss.

The bokor (sorcerer) who recovered him then forced him, alongside many other zombie slaves, to work on a sugar plantation until the master's death in 1980.

When the bokor died, and regular doses of the hallucinogen ceased, he eventually regained sanity (unlike many others who had suffered brain damage from being buried alive) and returned to his family after some time.

The film "The Serpent And The Rainbow," was based on this story.


The Philadelphia Experiment is the conspiracy theory regarding a naval military experiment at the Philadelphia Naval Shipyard in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA, sometime around October 28, 1943, in which the U.S. Navy destroyer escort USS Eldridge was to be rendered invisible.

The experiment was allegedly based on an aspect of the unified field theory, a term coined by Albert Einstein.

In most accounts of the experiment, the destroyer escort USS Eldridge was fitted with the required equipment at the Philadelphia Naval Yard. Testing began in the summer of 1943, and it was supposedly successful to a limited degree. One test, on July 22, 1943, resulted in the Eldridge being rendered almost completely invisible, with some witnesses reporting a "greenish fog" appearing in its place. However, crew members supposedly complained of severe nausea afterwards. were embedded in the metal structures of the ship, including one sailor who ended up on a deck level below that where he began, and had his hand embedded in the steel hull of the ship.

Also, it is said that when the ship reappeared, some sailors disappeared and were found 20 years later in other countries still in uniform, they still thought the year was 1943.

At some point, in 1943, it is said that the experiment was altered at the request of the Navy, with the new objective being solely to render the Eldridge invisible to radar.

The Navy continues to deny these allegations.


The scientist who recently announced the creation of the world's first synthetic life has been accused of playing God.

While the feat is being hailed by some scientists as having huge positive potential others are less enthusiastic, some believe that it could pave the way to the ultimate biological weapon and that it constitutes tampering with the essence of life.


by: Fiona Macrae

Scientists today lined up to air their fears over a genome pioneer's claims that he has created artificial life in the laboratory.

In a world first, which has alarmed many, maverick biologist and billionaire entrepreneur Craig Venter, built a synthetic cell from scratch.

The creation of the new life form, which has been nicknamed 'Synthia," paves the way for customized bugs that could revolutionize healthcare and fuel production, according to its maker.

But there are fears that the research, detailed in the journal Science, could be abused to create the ultimate biological weapon, or that one mistake in a lab could lead to millions being wiped out by a plague, in scenes reminiscent of the Will Smith film "I Am Legend."


In 1931, Maria Elena Milagro de Hoyos (top photo), a young Cuban immigrant, died of tuberculosis. Dr. Carl von Cosel (directly above), a German radiologist that had worked at the Florida hospital where Hoyos lay dying, had become infatuated with her while treating her illness. His obsession did not fade after her death. More than two years after her death, Tanzler removed Hoyos' body from its tomb and brought it home, where in an effort to preserve her, he covered her in a coat of wax and plaster and inserted glass eyes into her decomposed face.

He dressed her up, sprayed her with perfume and slept with her in his bed. Tanzler was arrested, but due to a statute of limitations on digging up a corpse, the case was dropped. He later moved to Pasco County, where he died in 1952, near a life-size likeness of Hoyos that he had created out of wax and silk.


The shenanigans in a New Mexico theater has become the most witnessed paranormal phenomenon in history!

When a water heater exploded into the lobby of Albuquerque's KiMo Theater on August 2, 1951, 6-year-old Bobby Darnall, Jr. (above) was fatally injured in the blast. Since the tragic accident, thousands of people have experienced poltergeist activity at KiMo.

On December 25, 1974, a performance of Dickens' (A Christmas Carol) was interrupted by a series of bizarre mishaps.

"About 10 or 15 minutes into the show, weird things started going wrong," recalls Dennis Potter, KiMo's current technical manager and an eyewitness to the disaster. "Actors were forgetting their lines, tripping and falling, odd pieces of equipment would fall from the ceiling, light bulbs exploded. "They almost didn't get through the show, there were so many disruptions."

Several doughnuts were left on a table, it was later discovered that they had tiny bite marks in them. According to Bobby's relatives, he had a love for doughnuts.

"For a period of time, it seemed that not one performance went off without some type of disaster," recalls Scott Johnson. "Between actors locked in their dressing rooms and tripping while making their entrances, many of which were accompanied by child-like laughter, it seemed the little boy was bent on wrecking the business."

Jewel Sanchez, who worked at the KiMo for 14 years, saw the ghost sabotage a public performance before a packed audience.

"Props which had been well-anchored to the floor toppled over, as if intentionally pushed by invisible hands, says Sanchez.

"Electrical cables blew up in a storm of sparks and flashes, and some actors stated that their fall felt as if it was caused by a pair of invisible hands that firmly pushed them to the floor."


Bradenton, Fla. (Reuters) -- A Florida funeral home owner severed the left hand from a corpse and inserted small dolls into the body and performed ''spiritual'' rituals before burying it, Bradenton police said.

Paula Green-Albritton, the African-American owner of Green's Funeral Home in Bradenton for six years, told investigators she had placed the dolls into the body ''for her own personal practices and spiritual beliefs, which she claimed was voodoo,'' police Capt. Jeff Lewis said.

Willie Suttle, 70, a garbage collector from Palmetto, Florida, died in June 1997 of natural causes. Because he had no attending physician, his body was taken to the Manatee County Medical Examiner's office, Lewis said.

After determining the cause of death, Suttle's body was taken to the funeral home where it was tampered with, Lewis said.

Police began the investigation after a severed hand was found along the shores of the Manatee River in November 1997. It was taken to the Bradenton Police Department for fingerprints, but the quality of the prints prevented immediate identification. The Florida Deptartment of Law Enforcement crime laboratory in Tampa ultimately identified the prints.

When the body was exhumed last week police found that Suttle's left hand had been cut off and small, handmade fabric dolls stuffed into his body. How the hand ended up in the river was undetermined, police said.

Bradenton police asked for assistance from a voodoo expert from the Medical Examiner's Office in Miami.

Abuse and mutilation of a corpse is illegal in Florida, but no charges were filed against Green-Albritton. Lewis said ''it was a good possibility'' she would be charged after the investigation was complete.


by: Tom Siemen

1. Frank, an off-duty policeman from Melling, and his wife Carol, were in Liverpool one Saturday afternoon shopping. At Central Station, the couple split up. Carol went to Dillons Bookshop in Bold Street to purchase a copy of Irvine Welsh's book, Trainspotting, and Frank went to a record store in Ranelagh Street to look for a CD. About twenty minutes later he walked up the incline near the Lyceum which leads out to Bold Street, intending to meet up with his wife in the bookshop, when he suddenly noticed he had somehow entered an oasis of quietness.

Suddenly, a small box van that looked like something out the 1950s sped across his path, beeping as it narrowly missed him. Frank noted that the van had the name 'Caplan's' emblazoned on its side. When the policeman looked down, he noticed that he was standing in the road, and immediate thought that was strange, because the last time he had seen the bottom of Bold Street, it had been pedestrianized. Frank crossed the road and saw that Dillons Bookshop was no longer there. In its place stood a store with the name 'Cripps' (pictured above) over its two entrances.

The policeman was understandably confused. He looked in the window of Cripps and saw no books on display, but womens' handbags and shoes. The policeman turned around and saw that the people were wearing clothes that would have been worn in the Forties and Fifties, and this really unnerved him. He realized that he had somehow walked into the Bold Street of forty-odd years ago. Suddenly, Frank sighted a girl of about twenty, dressed in the clothes of a mid-1990s girl; hipsters and a lime-colored sleeveless top. The bag she carried had the name Miss Selfridges on it, which really reassured the policeman that he was still somehow partly in 1996.

It was a paradox, but the policeman was slightly relieved, and he smiled at the girl as she walked past him and entered Cripps. As he followed her, the whole interior of the building changed in a flash to the interior of Dillons Bookshop. The policeman was back in his own time. He grabbed the girl by the arm at the entrance of the bookshop and asked her: "Did you see that then?" and the girl calmly said, "Yeah. I thought it was a new shop that had opened. I was going in to look at the clothes, and it's a bookshop."

The girl just laughed, shook her head, and walked out again. Frank said the girl looked back and shook her head in disbelief. When he told his wife about the incident, she said that she had not noticed anything strange, but Frank was really adamant that he had not hallucinated the episode.

2. In November 1930, Joe Labelle, a Canadian fur trapper, snow shoed into a thriving Eskimo fishing village situated on the shores of Lake Anjikuni in Canada. Labelle was greeted with an eerie silence. He thought this was very strange because the fishing village was a noisy settlement with 2,000 Eskimos milling back and forth to their kayaks. But there wasn't a soul about. Labelle visited each of the Eskimo huts and fish storehouses but none of the villagers was anywhere to be seen.

Labelle saw a flickering fire in the distance and approached it gingerly, sensing something evil was afoot on this moonlit night. Upon the fire was a smoldering pot of blackened stew. To make matters more mysterious, Labelle saw that not a single human track had left the settlement. Labelle knew something bizarre had happened to the 2,000 people, and so he ran non-stop to the nearest telegraph office and sent a message about his findings to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

The Mounties turned up hours later, and they too were baffled by the mass vanishing act. An enormous search party was sent out to look for the missing villagers, but they were never found, and the search party unearthed some strange findings.

All the sleigh dogs that had belonged to the Eskimos were found buried 12 feet under a snowdrift at the perimeter of the camp. All of them had starved to death. The search party also established that all the Eskimos' provisions and food had been left in their huts, which didn't make any sense at all. Then came the most chilling surprise of all; the search party discovered that all of the Eskimos' ancestral graves were empty.

Whoever or whatever had taken all the living villagers had also dug up the dead as well, even though the icy ground around the graves was as hard as iron. Later, on that unearthly silent night the Mounties watched in awe as a strange blue glow lit up the horizon. The eerie radiance was not the northern lights, but seemed steady and artificial. As the Mounties watched, the light pulsated then faded. All the newspapers of the world reported the baffling disappearance of the 2,000 Eskimos, although many believed that a rational explanation would eventually come to light, but the Anjikuni mass disappearance is still unsolved.

3. An entire family once disappeared from the Rogue River National Forest Campground in Oregon. On September 5, 1974, Richard Cowden and his wife Belinda, along with their two small children, David and Melissa, went camping for the Labor Day weekend. On Sunday morning, Richard was seen in nearby Copper, Oregon buying some milk.

That was the last anyone ever saw of the Cowden family. When the family didn't show up for a scheduled Sunday dinner at Richard Cowden's mother's place, local authorities conducted a search.

The camp scene was like something out of The Twilight Zone. Trooper Lee Rickson stated: "That camp sure was spooky. Even the milk was still on the table". Investigators found cooking utensils resting on a tree stump, fishing rods leaning against a tree and the family car was still parked above the campsite. Richard's wallet and his wife's purse were also discovered, with nothing apparently missing from them. There were no indications of a struggle.


Obsidian scalpels and cut skulls have been discovered that seem to be evidence of prehistoric brain surgery.

The discovery was made in Turkey where Önder Bilgi found several scalpels and evidence that they'd been used on the skulls of a number of individuals, probably to help treat head injuries or to relieve the pressure of a brain hemorrhage.

We have found traces of cuts on skulls in a nearby graveyard. Out of around 700 skulls, 14 have these marks. They could only have been cut with a very sharp tool. At this time, 4000 years ago or more, it could only have been an obsidian blade.


Cover-Up Or Urban Legend?

Several years ago, people were whispering about the existence of a secret cult of South American cannibals that scout secluded and remote highways in the midwest in search of accident victims to consume. This cult is allegedly part of a tribe in South America-widely feared for their custom of eating their enemies.

Rumors of the cult began after a gruesome discovery. A wrecked car was wrapped around a tree to the side of the road. And there were charred bones in the middle of human bones. Later, forensic analysis showed that many of the bones had markings that could only have been made by human teeth.

Allegedly, five similar car wrecks were discovered but the information was never leaked to the public.

A few months after the last car wreck, no other cases were reported.


by: Tom Slemen

Most people who are interested in UFOs will know about the Roswell Incident, in which an alien spacecraft allegedly crashed in New Mexico in 1947. But there have been many other well-documented cases of alleged UFO crashes, and one of these cases is known as the Berwy Mountains UFO crash, which took place in Wales in January 1974.

At 8.30 PM on 23 January, 1974, a large disc-like craft was seen to fall from the skies over Clwyd in Wales. Dozens of witnesses across Lancashire and Cheshire had phoned the police earlier that evening after seeing a strange formation of green lights flying erratically over the skies of the north-west. At exactly 8.38 PM, something impacted into the Berwyn Mountains in Clwyd, and the resulting tremor-which measured 4.5 on the Richter Scale-was felt in Wrexham, Chester, Liverpool, Southport, and even in some areas of Greater Manchester.

Police immediately converged on the Berwyn Mountains, expecting to find a crashed passenger jet, but just what they did find has never been divulged. A convoy of army trucks passed through Chester that night and made their way to the epicentre of the crash site, then the army cordoned off the area. Even the police and crash investigators were warned off. A nurse who lived near the scene of the impact told a local newspaper that a flying saucer 'the size of the Albert Hall' had smashed into a mountain, throwing debris and bodies for over a mile. She said she walked up to one of the bodies, and realized it wasn't human, but before she could describe what she had seen, the military intervened, and two Ministry of Defense officials ordered her to remain silent about the UFO because her comments 'would constitute a threat to national security and the defense of the realm.'

That nurse has never been seen in the area since, and the news reporter who visited the scene of the alleged crash refused to talk about the incident up until his death in 1979.

In 1980, an electronics engineer named Arthur Adams, who had worked on Concorde, visited the Berwyn UFO crash-site and found strange green colored pieces of metal embedded in the rocks there. He took samples of the metal to his laboratory and discovered that a sample the size of a 1-inch cube gave off two kilowatts of electricity, when wired up to a volt meter. Mr Adams contacted the Daily Express, and they published a series of articles about the strange find, but the Ministry of Defense stepped in and killed the story.

Today, no one knows what crashed in the Welsh Mountains on that winter night in 1974; some think it was an experimental man-made top secret military aircraft (possibly a prototype Stealth bomber), others think it was an alien craft from another world. If so, what happened to the bodies that were seen scattered all over the mountain after the crash? This case is a real life X File.


1. Vladmir Grashnove was hoping his new phone number 0888-888-888 would bring him good fortune because the number '8' is considered good luck in China.

Grashnove was physically fit at the age of 48 until he was suddenly diagnosed with cancer and died a few months later.

2. Gangster Konstantin Dimitrov became the new owner of the multiple 8 phone number. He was shot by an unknown killer while dining with his model girlfriend.

3. The number was then assigned to a shady businessman named Constantin Dishliev, he was involved in importing cocaine to Bulgaria.

Not long after acquiring the deadly 8's, he was shot dead in Bulgaria's capital while standing outside an Indian restaurant.

*After the third death, the mobile company decided not to issue this number to any new customers.


From 25 July to 23 September 2001, red rain sporadically fell on the southern Indian state of Kerala. Heavy downpours occurred in which the rain was colored red, staining clothes with an appearance similar to that of blood. Yellow, green, and black rain was also reported.

According to locals, the first colored rain was preceded by a loud thunderclap and flash of light, and followed by groves of trees shedding shriveled gray“burnt” leaves. Shriveled leaves and the disappearance and sudden formation of wells were also reported around the same time in the area.

A study commissioned by the Government of India found that the rains had been colored by airborne spores from a locally prolific terrestrial alga. Then in early 2006, the colored rains of Kerala suddenly rose to worldwide attention after media reports of a conjecture that the colored particles were extraterrestrial cells.

The origin of the rain is still unknown today, despite worldwide efforts to discover the cause and true nature of the rain.


1. In 1873, James Worson of Leamington Spa, England, was a simple shoemaker who also fancied himself somewhat of an athlete. One fine day, James made a bet with a few of his friends that he could run non-stop from Leamington Spa to Coventry. Knowing that this was a good 16 miles, his friends readily took the bet.

As James began to jog at a moderate pace toward Coventry, his friends climbed into a horse-drawn cart to follow him and protect their bet. James did well for the first few miles. Then his friends saw him trip on something and fall forward... but never hit the ground. Instead, James completely vanished. Astonished and doubting their own eyes, his friends looked for him without success, then raced back to Leamington Spa to inform the police. An investigation turned up nothing. James Worson had run into oblivion.

2. A team of archaeologists are hoping to solve a centuries-old mystery and discover the remains of two medieval ancient towns in Carmarthenshire.

"Records kept by the Crown show us that they were occupied throughout the 14th and 15th centuries-It's even known how much rent people were paying at the time-but the towns themselves have completely disappeared."

3. Residents of a village in central Russia are trying to solve the mystery of a lake that disappeared overnight.

4. Lake disappears suddenly in Chile! Scientists in Chile are investigating the sudden disappearance of a glacial lake in the south of the country.

When park rangers patrolled the area in the Magallanes region in March, the two-hectare (five-acre) lake was its normal size, officials say.

But last month they found a huge dry crater.


Kirlian photography is a photographic process that captures the auras or biofields of persons or objects within the photograph. The technique involves the photographing of subjects in the presence of a high-frequency, high-voltage, low-amperage-electrical field, which display glowing, multicolored emanations known as auras or bio fields.

The process of Kirlian photography is named after Seymon Kirlian, an amateur inventor and electrician of Krasnodar, Russia, who pioneered the first efforts on the process in the early 1940s.

Supporters of Kirlain photography do, however, foresee its applications in diagnostic medicine. It has been used in the detection of cancer with only a sporadic success rate. Some envision that it will eventually be connected to computerized tomography (CT) scanners (advanced versions of axial tomography or CAT scanners, which utilize a thin beam of X-rays to photograph an object from 360 degrees) and magnetic resonance imaging(MRI). This latter method uses no X-rays, but employs magnetic fields to produce images of body cells and water in tissues.

Kirlain photography has been used by the Soviets in sports psychology to access an athlete's metabolic process and fitness.

The following event occurred on Nov 18th, 2004 at an high security facility for persons who were "deemed a danger to the state" for matters (only) known to the government.

Six officers were escorting a highly dangerous prisoner from point A to point B.

The all clear was given and the prisoner was taken to his cell, his restraints were removed and the officers left.

A few feet away, The officers took off their helmets and the first thing they noticed was silence. A panic set in, had the prisoner suffered from positional asphyxia? Two officers placed on their helmets/gloves and rushed to the cell.

The cell was empty with the exception of a single shoe.

The storm that followed was amazing-people got demoted, people got fired and CCTV was examined by forensic audit teams.

To this day, the prisoner has never been found and interpol was alerted, to no avail.

Source: Dan Tanna


Allegedly, in the same week as the devastating Haitian earthquake, the Yellowstone super volcano experienced more than 40 tremors. Clusters of aftershocks also hit Puerto Rico and similar tremors also struck Guatemala, Mexico, Eastern Europe, Japan and Indonesia according to writer Gerald Barnes.


Scientists are scrambling to find an explanation for a photograph snapped on a Brazilian cattle ranch that shows a bizarre, red-eyed creature hopping around (upright) among the livestock.

According to a rancher, "It walked like a monkey, hopping on two legs with great speed. It was hairless and had sharp teeth, but its eyes were the scariest thing. They glowed red, like a dog's at night. Some of the guys were shouting, 'It's an alien!'

Veterinarians and zoologists from a nearby university were unable to identify the creature. Paranormal researchers say that despite its humanoid appearance, it fits the description of el chupacabra, the legendary goat sucker creature, said to drain the blood of livestock across Latin America and parts of the U.S.

"The chupacabra is always described as hopping on two legs sometimes like a kangaroo, and has the same fascinating eyes," explained cryptozoologist James Piedraso.

Although the cattle weren't examined immediately after the encounter, some were later reported to have lacerations on their backs and necks.

These injuries are consistent with chupacabra feeding habits.


The moment you land on La Isla de la Munecas or the Island Of The Dolls, you feel as if you're being watched by hundreds of small, silent eyes. This destination has become a dark tourist attraction.

Around every corner, hanging from every tree, is a sad, mutilated doll, some with eyes gouged out or missing limbs and some with outstretched arms that seem to be begging for help. Tour guides describe it as one of the most macabre places in all of Mexico.

More than 50 years ago, three little girls were playing with their dolls on the island near Mexico City when tragedy struck and one of them fell in the water and drowned.

In the early 1950's, a hermit named Don Julian Santana moved to the island. Shortly after taking up residence, he saw an old doll floating in the water. Don Julian retrieved the toy and hung it from a tree overlooking the water.

He thought it would comfort the dead girl's spirit and protect him from evil.

Then, he found another. And another.

For the next 50 years, he collected hundreds of dolls and placed them around the island. Don Julian grew his own vegetable and in later years, the locals traded dolls for his produce. His memorial to the dead girl grew, and there are now more than a thousand dolls on the island.

Ironically, in 2001, Don Julian was found dead in the same canal where the little girl drowned. The locals believe his spirit also haunts the island.


The Overtoun Bridge is an arch bridge located near Milton, Scotland, over the Overtoun Burn. A burn is a term used to describe a type of stream which is smaller than a river. Milton is a village in West Dunbartonshire, which is just on the outskirts of Dumbarton. The Overtoun Bridge has gained public attention because of the unusually large number of dogs that have allegedly leaped to their deaths off the bridge.

It is not known exactly when or why dogs began to leap from the bridge, but news stories and studies have indicated that these deaths might have begun during the 1950s or 1960s, at the rate of about one dog a month. The long leap from the bridge onto the waterfalls of the Overtoun Estate almost always results in immediate death. Inexplicably, some dogs have actually survived, recuperated, and then returned to the site to jump again.

No explanation has yet been found.



Russian fishermen have been baffled by recent catches of fish with human teeth in the lakes and streams near Chelyabinsk in the Southern Urals.


A Russian fisherman named Valery decided to pull the net out of the water. There was several dead fish in it, but one of them, which was quite large in size, was alive. The shape of its body and head was very unusual. The man tried to get the fish out of the net, but was horrified to see that the fish had a row of white strong teeth in its mouth. The teeth of the fish bore a striking resemblance to those of a human being.

The man left his catch on the lakeside and hurried to return home. He came back the next day – the fish was dead. He decided to bring the fish home and show it to friends.

The fisherman placed the weird fish under a thick layer of salt to dry the creature out.

“I hope it will attract scientists’ attention before it finally decomposes,” he said.

However, when specialists saw pictures of the fish, they could only shrug their shoulders.

A similar fish with human-like teeth was caught not so long ago in Texas. The catch weighed 6.5 kilos.

Russian ichthyologists believe that the caught fish does not represent a mutation. Such a mutation would take hundreds of years. However, they have no other explanation for this strange phenomenon.


A newly commissioned Australian navy ship has vanished without a trace in the second most infamous stretch of ocean in the world.

The Outback, a Canberra-class amphibious craft, disappeared while on a training mission in the Bass Strait Triangle, a treacherous passageway between the island of Tasmania and the mainland off Australia's south coast.

The Outback was on Day 5 of a two-week trial voyage when the accident occurred on December 27. The weather was clear that day and the waters of the strait were calm.

Suddenly, communication with the Outback ceased and the vessel vanished without apparent cause.

The Bass Strait Triangle has been notorious since a ship, the Eliza, disappeared while on a rescue mission there in 1797. Since then, so many boats and airplanes have vanished in the area that scientists now compare it to the more famous Bermuda Triangle.

The Bass Strait Triangle had been quiet since October 21, when a Cessna 182 L light airplane piloted by Frederick Valentich disappeared. In his last voice transmission, Valentich told air traffic controllers he was being buzzed by a UFO. Neither he nor his aircraft were ever seen again.

When the Outback vanished, the ship had 2,000 crew members on board, plus supplies and amphibious landing craft.


People who have lost an arm or leg may one day be able to grow a new one, thanks to a tiny Mexican amphiban.

The axolotl salamander can regrow its limbs and organs-even the brain and spinal column after they've been damaged or destroyed.

Doctors are hoping to duplicate the creature's DNA and inject it into humans with the same miraculous results.

Scientists say their early experiments on people have so far proven successful. Initial research show that after an injured person has been injected with the salamander cells, his or her skin starts growing at an extremely accelerated rate.

Imagine telling a wounded solider who had his legs amputated that the can grow them back or a teenager who was crushed in a car crash.

It's earth-shattering science in a break-through study.

Researchers found that the amphibian has a unique enzyme that lets it immediately begin to build scar tissue on a wound, allowing regeneration to take place right away.

Unfortunately, the axolotl's days may be limited. Their natural habitat, a lake in Mexico was drained to prevent periodic flooding and they're forced to eke out an existence in muddy canals.


On April 6, 1984, more than 30 federal, state and local lawmen raided a 3,500-acre) ranch near the Texas Hill Country town of Mountain Home. The officers were responding to reports that workers on the ranch were kidnapped from Interstate 10, forced to work and that at least one hundred workers had died and were fed through a wood chipper on the premises.

Among the items seized in the search were human bone fragments and audiotapes of torture sessions in which a cattle prod can be heard as it is used to shock the victim.

The ranchers were arrested and charged with aggravated kidnapping and the case became widely known as “The Texas Slave Ranch.”

The 1986 trial lasted three months, made national news, featured the celebrated Texas defense attorney Richard “Racehorse” Haynes and resulted in the conviction of ranchers Walter Wesley Ellebracht, 55, Walter Ellebracht Jr., 33, and ranch foreman Carlton Robert Caldwell, 21, on charges of conspiracy to commit aggravated kidnapping but acquitted of murder in the death of Anthony Bates, an Alabama man who worked on the ranch in 1984.

There was little physical evidence linking anyone in the death of Bates because a body was never found on the ranch and though multiple possible murder weapons were present it was impossible to determine what might have been used to slay Bates without a body. Though Bates has, to this date, never been seen or heard from since the day he was seen being accosted by the defendants.

Joyce Ellebracht, wife of Walter Jr., was also charged but succeeded in having her trial severed from her husband and father-in law.
Though Prosecutor Ronald Sutton sought life sentences for the three, Walter Ellebracht Sr. received probation, Walter Jr. remained free while his 15-year sentence was appealed and Caldwell served less than three years of his 14-year sentence.


*This fascinating, sad but true story has appeared in the news all week. Here is an interesting backstory to the actual story.

Her name was Henrietta Lacks, but scientists know her as HeLa. She was a poor Southern tobacco farmer who worked the land-like her slave ancestors, yet her cells-taken without her knowledge became one of the most important tools in medicine.


by: Sarah Zielinski

Medical researchers use laboratory-grown human cells to learn the intricacies of how cells work and test theories about the causes and treatment of diseases. The cell lines they need are “immortal”—they can grow indefinitely, be frozen for decades, divided into different batches and shared among scientists. In 1951, a scientist at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland, created the first immortal human cell line with a tissue sample taken from a young black woman with cervical cancer. Those cells, called HeLa cells, quickly became invaluable to medical research—though their donor remained a mystery for decades. In her new book, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, journalist Rebecca Skloot tracks down the story of the source of the amazing HeLa cells, Henrietta Lacks, and documents the cell line's impact on both modern medicine and the Lacks family.

Who was Henrietta Lacks?
She was a black tobacco farmer from southern Virginia who got cervical cancer when she was 30. A doctor at Johns Hopkins took a piece of her tumor without telling her and sent it down the hall to scientists there who had been trying to grow tissues in culture for decades without success. No one knows why, but her cells never died.

Why are her cells so important?
Henrietta’s cells were the first immortal human cells ever grown in culture. They were essential to developing the polio vaccine. They went up in the first space missions to see what would happen to cells in zero gravity. Many scientific landmarks since then have used her cells, including cloning, gene mapping and in vitro fertilization.

There has been a lot of confusion over the years about the source of HeLa cells. Why?
When the cells were taken, they were given the code name HeLa, for the first two letters in Henrietta and Lacks. Today, anonymizing samples is a very important part of doing research on cells. But that wasn’t something doctors worried about much in the 1950s, so they weren’t terribly careful about her identity. When some members of the press got close to finding Henrietta’s family, the researcher who’d grown the cells made up a pseudonym—Helen Lane—to throw the media off track. Other pseudonyms, like Helen Larsen, eventually showed up, too. Her real name didn’t really leak out into the world until the 1970s.

How did you first get interested in this story?
I first learned about Henrietta in 1988. I was 16 and a student in a community college biology class. Everybody learns about these cells in basic biology, but what was unique about my situation was that my teacher actually knew Henrietta’s real name and that she was black. But that’s all he knew. The moment I heard about her, I became obsessed: Did she have any kids? What do they think about part of their mother being alive all these years after she died? Years later, when I started being interested in writing, one of the first stories I imagined myself writing was hers. But it wasn’t until I went to grad school that I thought about trying to track down her family.

How did you win the trust of Henrietta’s family?
Part of it was that I just wouldn’t go away and was determined to tell the story. It took almost a year even to convince Henrietta’s daughter, Deborah, to talk to me. I knew she was desperate to learn about her mother. So when I started doing my own research, I’d tell her everything I found. I went down to Clover, Virginia, where Henrietta was raised, and tracked down her cousins, then called Deborah and left these stories about Henrietta on her voice mail. Because part of what I was trying to convey to her was I wasn’t hiding anything, that we could learn about her mother together. After a year, finally she said, fine, let’s do this thing.

When did her family find out about Henrietta’s cells?
Twenty-five years after Henrietta died, a scientist discovered that many cell cultures thought to be from other tissue types, including breast and prostate cells, were in fact HeLa cells. It turned out that HeLa cells could float on dust particles in the air and travel on unwashed hands and contaminate other cultures. It became an enormous controversy. In the midst of that, one group of scientists tracked down Henrietta’s relatives to take some samples with hopes that they could use the family’s DNA to make a map of Henrietta’s genes so they could tell which cell cultures were HeLa and which weren’t, to begin straightening out the contamination problem.

So a postdoc called Henrietta’s husband one day. But he had a third-grade education and didn’t even know what a cell was. The way he understood the phone call was: “We’ve got your wife. She’s alive in a laboratory. We’ve been doing research on her for the last 25 years. And now we have to test your kids to see if they have cancer.” Which wasn’t what the researcher said at all. The scientists didn’t know that the family didn’t understand. From that point on, though, the family got sucked into this world of research they didn’t understand, and the cells, in a sense, took over their lives.

How did they do that?
This was most true for Henrietta’s daughter. Deborah never knew her mother; she was an infant when Henrietta died. She had always wanted to know who her mother was but no one ever talked about Henrietta. So when Deborah found out that this part of her mother was still alive she became desperate to understand what that meant: Did it hurt her mother when scientists injected her cells with viruses and toxins? Had scientists cloned her mother? And could those cells help scientists tell her about her mother, like what her favorite color was and if she liked to dance.

Deborah’s brothers, though, didn’t think much about the cells until they found out there was money involved. HeLa cells were the first human biological materials ever bought and sold, which helped launch a multi-billion-dollar industry. When Deborah’s brothers found out that people were selling vials of their mother’s cells, and that the family didn’t get any of the resulting money, they got very angry. Henrietta’s family has lived in poverty most of their lives, and many of them can’t afford health insurance. One of her sons was homeless and living on the streets of Baltimore. So the family launched a campaign to get some of what they felt they were owed financially. It consumed their lives in that way.

What are the lessons from this book?
For scientists, one of the lessons is that there are human beings behind every biological sample used in the laboratory. So much of science today revolves around using human biological tissue of some kind. For scientists, cells are often just like tubes or fruit flies—they’re just inanimate tools that are always there in the lab. The people behind those samples often have their own thoughts and feelings about what should happen to their tissues, but they’re usually left out of the equation.

And for the rest of us?
The story of HeLa cells and what happened with Henrietta has often been held up as an example of a racist white scientist doing something malicious to a black woman. But that’s not accurate. The real story is much more subtle and complicated. What is very true about science is that there are human beings behind it and sometimes even with the best of intentions things go wrong.

One of the things I don’t want people to take from the story is the idea that tissue culture is bad. So much of medicine today depends on tissue culture. HIV tests, many basic drugs, all of our vaccines—we would have none of that if it wasn’t for scientists collecting cells from people and growing them. And the need for these cells is going to get greater, not less. Instead of saying we don’t want that to happen, we just need to look at how it can happen in a way that everyone is OK with.

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This photo has been circulating around the internet for a few years. Is it a hoax or do black klansmen exist?

"The Ku Klux Spirit," by black historian (J.A. Rogers) states on page 34: "A fact not generally known is that there were thousands of Negro Klansmen. They were used as spies on other Negroes and on Northern Whites."

Click on the following video clip to watch an African American man (Daryl Johnson) explain his friendship with the grand wizard of the local KKK. The video is titled: "Black KKK Member: Part 1"


Simkins Residence Hall is the last all-male dormitory at the University of Texas. Tucked into a quiet corner of campus along Waller Creek, it was the first men's dorm with air conditioning.

It is notable for another reason as well: Simkins is named for a UT law professor who was a leader of the Ku Klux Klan.

William Stewart Simkins, who taught at the School of Law for 30 years until his death in 1929, organized the Klan in Florida after the Civil War along with his brother, Eldred, who later became a member of the UT System Board of Regents.

Now, 55 years after opening the dorm, the university is about to begin a review that could result in the removal of Simkins' name from the building.

Simkins, who was a Confederate colonel during the war, said in a Thanksgiving Day speech on campus in 1914 and in an article two years later in the Alcalde, the alumni magazine, that he never drew blood as a Klansman. He admitted assaulting a black man, participating in a train robbery and sowing fear in Florida's "black belt" as a masked night rider.

"The immediate effect upon the Negro was wonderful, the flitting to and fro of masked horses and faces struck terror to the race," Simkins wrote.

When a white woman in Florida complained of being insulted by a black man, Simkins wrote, "I seized a barrel stave lying near the hotel door and whipped that darkey down the street."

Simkins was "not ashamed to confess my share" in the train robbery, which involved a consignment of arms and ammunition escorted by federal troops and intended for a black militia in Florida.

And in a common refrain of Klansmen, Simkins said his overarching goal was to protect "our women and children" from the "crime and insolence" of black men.


New technology could allow people to dictate letters and search the internet simply by thinking, according to researchers at Intel who are behind the project.

New mind-reading technology is being developed that could allow you to type a letter by simply thinking the words.

Scientists at Intel are working on the new system that will create and recognize patterns in brain activity to determine what words someone is thinking and translate those to the computer screen.

Billie Holiday's manager was a former fight-fixer, whoremonger, and running dog in Al Capone's pack. Allegedly, he was the one who offered her up to the FBI.

In 1948, Billie Holiday hooked up with John Levy, an "Italian-looking," yellow Lincoln Continental–driving, opium-addicted, self-described "half-Negro, half Jew" from Chicago. One of her piano players characterized Levy as a "sadistic pimp," then added, "and Billie admired pimps." Levy became her "manager," and kept her humping, kept her high, and kept her broke, since he was handling all her business and he was the one her employers paid. "If she asked him for fifty dollars," another of her piano players recalled, "he'd say, 'Don't ask for money in public,' and he'd knock her down literally, with his fist in her face, in the stomach, anywhere."

At a party hosted by Harlem Godfather Bumpy Johnson, Levy forcibly removed Holiday's diamond earrings which left her earlobes bloody. Levy went around the party trying to sell the earrings for quick cash.

Four days into 1949, federal agents broke in on the couple in their San Francisco hotel room, catching Billie in the act of trying to flush away the opium and pipe John Levy had put in her hands. Clad in white silk pajamas, Levy, an inveterate police informer, bargained, while she "sat there... sober and clear-headed...very quiet and passive." He avoided prosecution and fled California, leaving Holiday in San Francisco to finish her engagement there, and face her trouble alone.

"We could have indicted Levy if we had wanted to," the district attorney there reportedly told her lawyer, "but Billie Holiday is the name and we want to get some publicity." She appeared for trial, two months later, with an eye blackened by Levy, and "no trace of drugs...in her system." Holiday's lawyer contended that Levy had conspired with a federal agent in her arrest, and produced a photograph of the two men chatting amiably at a table in the local night spot where she was working at the time of the raid. "[Levy] was turning Billie over," he suggested. "[He] wanted to get rid of her. He had cleaned her out of money...."

In court, she "act[ed] dumb," Blackburn reports, and "simply said that John Levy was her man and she loved him so." She beat the case. A month and a half later, when she was back in town, working at the same place, she was arrested again on the charge for which she'd already been acquitted. "The police and other government agents were always at her shows," Blackburn says, "...heckling, threatening, raiding her dressing room, making embarrassing enquiries at her hotel and spreading rumors at the clubs where she was booked to sing."

"I came out [of jail] expecting to be allowed to go to work and to start with a clean slate," Holiday told Ebony magazine. "But the police have been particularly vindictive, hounding... and harassing me.... They have allowed me no peace...."

Source: "Street Diva," by: Arthur Kempton


Rewind: Louis McKay portrayed by Billie Dee Williams in the film "Lady Sings The Blues," is pictured above with Billie Holiday in 1951. He was a feared mob enforcer and like Levy, he was a brutal pimp. In a 1959 taped phone conversation, while discussing Holiday, he made the following comments: "If I got a whore, I get some money from her, or I don't have anything to do with the bitch," he also threatened to beat Holiday during the conversation. His only redeeming quality: He tried to get Holiday off drugs.

It's always been rumored that Don King was allegedly once affiliated with Louis McKay. Unconfirmed rumors indicate: When Louis McKay did business in Cleveland, OH., King was part of his crew at the age of 15. Allegedly, King was one of the most feared African Americans in Cleveland during this era, despite his young age.


The Rhinelander case (1925) was sensational news across America, it was on the front pages of the New York Times for a month: Leonard “Kip” Rhinelander (2nd photo), son of one of the richest men in New York, took Alice Jones (first photo) to court for tricking him into marrying her by passing for white.

Her love letters were read in court and she was made to show her breasts to the judge and jury (in private), but she won: from her breasts Rhinelander would have known she was black. And while Jones looked white, acted white and lived white, her father was clearly part black, which made her black too by the One Drop Rule. So either way Rhinelander had to know.

She won, but the Rhinelanders got her to agree to give up all rights to the Rhinelander name and fortune in exchange for a nice sum of money. But, as she was the last of them to die, she put “Rhinelander” on her gravestone all the same.

Mixed marriages were not against the law in New York. But if Jones had presented herself as a white woman then Rhinelander was not marrying who he though he was, making the marriage no good.

Alice Jones became the first black person ever to marry into New York high society. The Rhinelanders were not just rich, they had been rich longer than even the Vanderbilts. Jones herself was a servant, the daughter of a taxi driver.

It is clear that Rhinelander was in love with her, but his father was against it and threatened to cut him off from the family and its fortune. For a time, Kip stood by his wife during the intense national coverage of their marriage. After two weeks, he left her and signed an annulment complaint that his father's lawyers had prepared.

Both sides in the trial agreed Jones was black. The question was not that, but whether Rhinelander knew it at the time of marriage.

Yet the case would never have gone to trial unless Jones stood right on the color line between black and white: she was white – yet not white.

Both sides in the case took advantage of this by using stereotypes to persuade the jury of white men:

Rhinelander’s lawyers wanted the jury to think of Jones as a black woman: black women were (and still are) seen as loose, as using sex to get their way with men: the Jezebel stereotype.

Jones’s lawyers, on the other hand, were able to get the jury to see her mainly as a white woman and apply the pure white woman stereotype. This kept her off the stand and made Rhinelander look like someone who was taking advantage of her – instead of the other way round. It worked.

The annulment was denied and the marriage upheld. According to the terms of the settlement, Kip paid Alice a lump sum of $32,500 and $3,600 per year for life.

Kip appealed several times but the verdict held. He disappeared from public view, although rumors suggested that they had reunited-secretly.

Kip died of pneumonia at his father's house in Long Beach, New York, on February 20, 1936, but Alice outlasted him, dying in 1989.


Veronica Clark wrote an interesting book regarding Black Nazi's in Nazi Germany. This book is eye opening and insightful.

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Several years ago, three African-American students at the University of Mississippi have been accused of writing racist graffiti on doors outside rooms of two other black students in the Kincannon residence hall on the Oxford campus.

The students, all freshmen, wrote vulgar and obscene messages at three other locations in the dorm.

They will face a University Judicial Council hearing when classes resume in January, Ole Miss officials said Wednesday.

If they are found guilty, their punishments could be reprimands, community service, suspension or expulsion. They can appeal.

A fourth African-American student also is being investigated in connection with the incident, Ole Miss Communications Director Jeff Alford said.

Ole Miss officials refused to release names of the students, citing privacy laws.

Each freshman was charged with five violations of the student code of conduct in connection with the Nov. 6 incident, Ole Miss officials said.

Rewind: We all heard about the disgusting and racially insensitive "Compton Cookout," on the UCSD campus. The party was intended to ridicule Black History Month and was steeped in racial stereotypes. Partygoers were urged to wear gold chains, flashy clothes, gang tattoos and the invitation told the girls to dress as ghetto chicks with gold teeth.

Fast Forward: Now, it's being revealed that one of the people who helped organize the offensive cookout is a little-known "black" comic and Internet personality from Las Vegas.


An African-American man has pleaded guilty after being accused of impersonating a white supremacist on a fictitious Facebook account.

Dyron L. Hart, 20, of Poplarville, Mississippi, pleaded guilty Wednesday before U.S. District Judge Kurt D. Engelhardt to one count of communicating threats in interstate commerce, according to a Department of Justice statement.

Hart admitted creating the fictitious account in November, pretending to be a white supremacist outraged by the election of Barack Obama as the nation's first African-American president, the statement said.

He then transmitted a death threat via Facebook to an African-American student at Nicholls State University in Louisiana, saying he wanted to kill African-Americans because of Obama's election, according to the statement.


A few years ago, a black student went out of state to attend college. The student became homesick and devised a disturbing plan to mail racist letters (threatening to inflict harm to African American students). These letters were delivered to the University. After the student was caught, she admitted that she wanted to instill fear so her parents would pull her out of the university. Her motive: To return home.

In March 1965, Daniels answered the call of Dr. Martin Luther King, who asked that students and clergy come to Selma, Alabama to take part in a march to the state capital in Montgomery. Daniels and several other seminary students left for Alabama on Thursday, and had intended to only stay the weekend, but Daniels and friend Judith Upham missed the bus home. Forced to stay a little longer, Daniels and Upham realized how badly it must appear to the native civil rights workers that they were only willing to stay a few days. Convinced they should stay longer, the two went back to school just long enough to request permission to spend the rest of the semester in Selma, studying on their own and returning at the end of the term to take exams. Daniels stayed with a local African-American family. During the next months, Daniels devoted himself to integrating the local Episcopal church, taking groups of young African-Americans to the church, where they were usually scowled at or ignored. In May, Daniels traveled back to school to take his semester exams, and having passed, he came back to Alabama in July to continue his work. Among his other work, Daniels helped assemble a list of Federal, state, and local agencies that could provide assistance to those in need. He also tutored children, helped poor locals apply for aid, and worked to register voters.

On August 13, 1965, Daniels, in a group of 29 protesters, went to picket whites-only stores in the small town of Fort Deposit, Alabama. All of the protesters were arrested and taken to jail in the nearby town of Hayneville. Five juvenile protesters were released the next day. The rest of the group was held for six days; they refused to accept bail unless everyone was bailed. Finally, on August 20, the prisoners were released without transport back to Fort Deposit. After release, the group waited by a road nearby the jail. Daniels with three others — a white Catholic priest and two black protesters--went down the street to get a cold soft drink at Varner's Grocery Store, one of the few local stores that would serve nonwhites. They were met at the front by Tom L. Coleman, an engineer for the state highway department and unpaid special deputy, who wielded a shotgun. The man threatened the group, and finally leveled his gun at seventeen-year-old (black teenager) Ruby Sales. Daniels pushed Sales down to the ground and caught the full blast of the gun. He was killed instantly. The priest, Richard F. Morrisroe, grabbed the other protester and ran. Coleman shot Morrisroe, wounding him in the lower back.

One of the five elementary schools in his hometown of Keene, New Hampshire, is named after him. He is also one of forty martyrs memorialized at Southern Poverty Law Center's Civil Rights Memorial in Montgomery, Alabama.



"James Bond visited the Savoy Ballroom in Live and Let Die and it is extensively described particularly the dancing and a table at which Bond and Felix Leiter (a CIA agent) sit beside the dance floor looking at the dancers."


The Surf Club, situated where the Belle River enters Lake St. Clair outside of Windsor, Ontario, Canada, could be considered an extension of Paradise Valley (above), in that it was the first Black country club in the Metro Detroit. Frequented by local residents and many of the celebrities who visited and performed at the Gotham, the Paradise Theater and other venues around town, the Surf Club encompassed homes, cottages, a motel, driving range, tennis, fishing, boating, picnic areas and fine dining- all for the Black elite.


Scientists have been astonished by the discovery of a small world of previously unknown animal species, including a transparent frog and a snake that sucks snails out of their shells.

The new world is actually something scientists call a "microhabitat, located on a single hill in Ecuador called Cerro Pata de Pajaro.

The mountain slope's odd inhabitants are a result of its unique ecology. No neighboring areas contain the same conditions.

Explorers found 30 new varieties of frogs, including one that has clear skin, leaving his innards clearly visible. Another frog species lays its eggs in trees.

Other odd creatures include a gecko tiny enough to sit comfortably on a pencil eraser. There's also a snake that has a head shaped perfectly for fitting into snail shells for an air-tight fit that creates a vacuum and draws the snail straight into its mouth.

Unfortunately, these fascinating animals, rare as they are, may be endangered.


Experts in the UK are baffled after a flock of over 100 dying birds fell out of the sky on Sunday night.

The birds were strewn over a 12 ft area in something akin to a horror film and no explanation has yet been found, the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals is currently conducting tests to try and get to the bottom of the mystery.

On Sunday night, over a quiet Somerset house, scores of swooping starlings tumbled out of the sky and fell, dead, into a single front garden. The 100 birds carpeted the garden, each with blood oozing from its beak and curled up claws.


by: Christina Royster-Hemby

It’s a warm but cloudy May afternoon in leafy Druid Hill Park (2nd photo). The fact that distant thunder threatens a downpour doesn’t deter the owners of the cars and vans that line a shady lane, tucked away so that it could easily be missed by those driving by. People congregate and socialize comfortably, giving the stretch of road the air of a familiar meeting place.

But there are no women or children here. In fact, there are only black men. And they are trying to pick each other up, eager to engage in sexual acts, either in their cars or in the underbrush beyond. Handsome, average, and less than average, light and dark, thick and skinny, old and young—they look at the faces of brothers who drive by and peer into parked cars to see if there’s any interest from another man. Their ages appear to range from 20s to 70s. Some are prostituting themselves, but some seem to be taking a break from more respectable professional lives. There a couple of company vans among the vehicles, and several men look like they may have left jackets or ties in their cars.

Many wear wedding rings, and some of their backseats sport car seats and other kid paraphernalia—signs that they have women and children in their lives.

“Keep it on the down low/ Nobody has to know,” R&B star R. Kelly crooned in his 1995 hit “Down Low (Nobody Has to Know).” The lyric spawned a catch phrase that has come to describe anything kept a secret, but which has now been singled out to refer to black men who have sex with men but still identify as straight instead of gay or bisexual. The other all-important piece of this notion of the down low, by this definition, is that these men do not tell their wives and girlfriends that they are sleeping around.

Others seem oblivious. Two men wearing face-obscuring sunglasses and baseball caps stand near the side of a field near the trees. Their hands hover near their crotches as they talk. They walk toward each other, walk away, and then toward each other again, before going their separate ways.

Some of the parked cars have tinted windows. Through the dark windows of one black car, however, you can see the outline of a man’s white T-shirt through the tint. You can see that the passenger is turned sideways toward the driver, positioned strategically to put his head in the driver’s lap.

For a thugged-out DL brother like Jay, pimping is easy. (Like many of those interviewed for this article, Jay asked that a pseudonym be used.) Even though this 6-foot-4, 195-pound, 34-year-old, easy-on-the-eyes chocolate brother from West Baltimore goes to the park or the other local cruise spots to meet men on occasion, he doesn’t have to. He says he doesn’t even have to go to gay clubs. In fact, he says he gets propositioned everywhere—at the gas station, at the mall, at the gym, while driving down North Avenue late at night, even at the church he attends. To Jay, the thrill of DL sex excites him enough to take the risks. In fact, it’s the risks of getting caught that provides the most excitement. “It’s just like Russian roulette,” Jay says.

Jay says a certain look and maybe a wink or a smile lets him know that another DL brother is interested. This is usually followed by a greeting that many people use every day, but which picks up a certain inflection in these cases. The pick-up line? A simple “Wassup.”

“It’s all in the eye you give them,” Jay says.

Looking around the scene at the park, Jay says he could pick up someone right now. But if he really wants to “holla,” or talk to a brother, a “fitted” (a fitted baseball cap), a team jersey of some kind or a “throwback” (a vintage jersey), and some expensive tennis shoes or “butters,” an expensive kind of Timberland boot, make it effortless. With this he has donned his “thugged out” persona. While he doesn’t dress that way everyday, he says the thugged-out image gets him more attention from other DL brothers.

Jay says that although DL brothers seek out sex with other men, they are not interested in what he calls “sissy boys,” the stereotypical effeminate gay man. They want to be with other straight-acting men—the straighter the better. Or even better, straight men.

“Anybody can be had, if the element is right,” Jay says. An ostensibly straight man full of a certain amount of drugs and alcohol, out at 3 or 4 in the morning, high and horny—who knows what he’ll do? But the flip of that situation, Jay says, is that drugs and alcohol give guys something to blame their behavior on. “They wake up saying, ‘I don’t know what happened last night.’ But they know what happened,” he says. “They weren’t that drunk or high.”

Jay believes that the thugged-out look has become so popular because of the pervasive influence of hip-hop on the black male’s speech, dress, and means of self-expression. Whatever the case, he says his thugged-out image is what DL brothers want. And while these men are having sex with each other, they still have an image to keep. They still have to be “hard.”

“The code of the DL brotha is that we have to be hard, because of the stigma that comes with being gay,” Jay says, adding that he subtracts five to seven years from his age and gives a different name when he’s “doing his thang.” “In today’s society, it’s cool for certain people—white people, women of all races—to be gay,” he says. “But for us, we’d just be regarded as gay.”

Not all DL brothers are thugged-out. For some, maintaining their “straight” identity is plenty. This is closer to the experience of 42-year-old Kareem, a teacher who lives in Northeast Baltimore and says he’s your “average daddy type,” a little thick around the middle.

Kareem doesn’t want to meet in person. He is more comfortable with a telephone interview, as he is concerned about his identity being exposed. But he doesn’t mind talking about his life on the DL. He says that during his 20s, he had sex with men and women indiscriminately—“wherever I could hit it.”

Kareem confirms a life similar to Jay’s. A DL brother could meet another DL brother anywhere—“gyms, churches, strip clubs, adult bookstores,” he says. Kareem says strip clubs are especially good; after taking in all that female flesh, guys are often horny and ready for anything.

But there are always other places. “I could go to the [New] Haven and have a drink, and things could just happen from there,” Kareem says of the longstanding jazz club in Northeast Baltimore. “There are no codes, no secret handshakes—it’s all in the way he looks at you. It’s in the energy that you would notice when you would meet a guy.”

Kareem says he’s not on the prowl right now, but when he does “hit it,” he says he practices safe sex about 50 percent of the time. He says he is not infected with HIV. (So does Jay.)

While most of his recent encounters have been with men, Kareem says he could settle down with a woman, “if the right one came along.” He would be in good company. He estimates that about half of the DL guys he sees are married or have a girlfriend. A small percentage of those guys are having a one-time experience—as far as he knows.

One of the codes of the DL brothers is that they don’t tell. But back at the park, Jay tells all. With braggadocio, he says that he is a “top”—the one who penetrates during an encounter—which goes along with his tough-guy image.

As Jay speaks, a 40ish man standing by a gold Acura 15 or 20 feet away puts his shirt back on and buttons his pants. A much younger man, who Jay calls a “young shorty,” appears—perhaps from the backseat of the man’s gold Toyota.

Shorty sees he’s being observed but acts oblivious as he walks by and up the street and hops in the passenger seat of a dark red Ford, which soon pulls away.

Jay says he noticed something interesting. Shorty was wearing $175 boots. “You’d probably see him around the way slinging that rock,” Jay says.

Meanwhile, the dude in the Acura cranks hip-hop as he motors back down the lane. Hat down over his sunglasses, the man who was probably getting a blow job from Shorty, is now the “hardest” brother on the street again.

Next to Jay, that is, although he neglected to don his thugged-out look before coming down to the park today. Despite his pink polo shirt, he still gets lots of looks.

At that moment, a white man with silver-white hair to match his white BMW drives down the street. This sparks a thought in Jay. He says that there are white guys on the DL, but the terminology predominantly refers to black men. And it most affects black women—Jay’s soft spot.

Jay says he is telling his story, because he is concerned about the health of unsuspecting African-American women who don’t know that their men are having unprotected sex with men and so don’t request that their partners wear condoms. For this reason, Jay says he is concerned about the welfare of his mother, his sisters, his aunts—and his ex-wife.

Jay was married for five years. But, he stresses, he always practiced safe sex while on the DL so that his activities wouldn’t put his wife at risk.

Why? Because Jay is an outreach worker. He has seen firsthand how HIV/AIDS has affected the African-American community, and he believes that DL brothers who don’t practice safe sex are “loving women to death.”

One rainy April day in downtown Baltimore, 22-year-old Antoinette (pictured above) sits down to lunch. This woman-child is oddly well-composed, but two things give her away—the youthful sky-blue sweat suit she wears with white tennis shoes, and the whimsy with which she swings her feet as she allows them to dangle from the stool. Somehow she has managed to save a measure of childhood innocence. Anyone who saw her lunching would think she was a baby whose life had just begun.

She says her former fiancé, Jimmy, was on the DL, which was only one of many important details that Antoinette didn’t know about the man she loved. When she was 17, she not only learned that Jimmy was on the DL but also that he had lied about his age.

“At the time he was actually 31. But he was supposed to have been 23,” she says with lingering disappointment in her eyes.

One day she found four different IDs bearing his face and four different names and ages. (Jimmy dealt drugs, which Antoinette knew.) Jimmy was also hiding the fact that he was sleeping with two other men and at least one other woman.

Jimmy had been Antoinette’s first love, the only person with whom she had ever had sex, when she found out she was HIV+. By then, it was too late for her to start taking AZT, a drug known to suppress HIV, because she was pregnant. Had she known she was positive from the beginning of her pregnancy, her 4-year-old son would have had a good chance of being born disease-free.

Antoinette had already had a rough life when she met Jimmy at age 10. Though still a child, she scrambled for money to help keep food on the table for her mother and three brothers and sisters, since her mother had heart disease and could not work. Still, her mother told her often that she was not wanted. So when an attractive man came along and gave her a job cleaning his house, she jumped at it. Later, when she was 13, they became intimate.

“I was so happy to get away from my family, the Pillsbury Doughboy could have come by and said ‘I love you,’ and I would have gone off with him,” she says.

Antoinette says she was not concerned about Jimmy’s dishonest career. “Back then I felt like he wasn’t doing anything wrong,” she says. “Everyone else was doing it. He was just taking care of his family.” And she says she never suspected that Jimmy was sleeping around at all, much less sleeping with other men.

“We had a very regular sex life,” she says. “There were no red flags. So, when I found out the truth, I thought, That’s not possible.”

How does she feel about the man who is the father of her children now (she also has a 7-year-old daughter who is not HIV+), as he takes 35 meds a day in a jail cell? “I hate him, but I love him,” Antoinette says. “He bought me things I didn’t know it was possible for me to have. He took me places I didn’t know that black people could go.” She smiles. “And at the time, I was ecstatic. I was in love.”

But Antoinette doesn’t have time to worry about the past. She has children to raise and is focused raising the money she needs to buy a house in a “nice” neighborhood—away from the project like dwellings she lives in near Johns Hopkins Medical, where “somebody got shot right outside of my door.

“I promised my daughter that she would have her own room by her birthday,” she says. “I had to break that promise, but I won’t break the next one.”


Randy Steven Kraft (born March 19, 1945) is a serial killer. He was convicted of 16 murders and is strongly suspected of committing at least 51 others.

In 1968, Kraft joined the U.S. Air Force.

In 1969, Kraft disclosed to his family that he was gay. He was discharged from the Air Force on "medical" grounds the same year. Forced out of the military, Kraft resumed his bartending career.

Late in 1971, police found the decomposing body of Wayne Joseph Dukette, a 30-year-old gay bartender, beside Ortega Highway. The coroner placed the date of death around September 20, 1971, but found no obvious signs of foul play. Dukette’s clothing and belongings were never found. Dukette is thought to be Kraft's first victim.

During the 1970s and early 1980s, there were dozens of grisly homicides along the freeways of California, with some victims turning up in the neighboring state of Oregon. The victims were young men and teenage boys, most of whom were savagely tortured and sexually abused. Some had been burned with a car cigarette lighter, and many had high levels of alcohol and tranquilizers in their blood systems, indicating they were rendered helpless by alcohol and drugs before they were sadistically abused and killed.

The method of murder varied, with some strangled, some shot in the head, and others killed through a combination of torture and drugs. Quite a number of victims were in the military, hitching their way either to or from their bases. Others were teenage runaways, hitchhikers, or were picked up by the killer in gay bars.

Kraft was nearly arrested in 1975. A 19-year-old high school dropout, Keith Daven Crotwell, left Long Beach on March 29, 1975, hitchhiking for southbound rides. Over a month later, Crotwell's severed head was found near the Long Beach Marina. Long Beach was scoured for the car that took Crotwell on his last ride, and it was quickly located. The registration was traced to Randy Steven Kraft. Police questioned Kraft on May 19, 1975. Kraft admitted taking Crotwell for a ride, saying that they went "just wandering around," but claimed he left Crotwell alive at an all-night café. Detectives reportedly wanted to charge Kraft with murder, but L.A. County prosecutors refused, citing the absence of a body or known cause of death.

Kraft was pulled over by the California Highway Patrol on May 14, 1983, while driving along the San Diego Freeway in Mission Viejo. Kraft exited the car himself, dumping the contents of a beer bottle onto the pavement while doing so. Officer Michael Sterling met Kraft at the front of his patrol car and observed Kraft's jeans to be unbuttoned. Officer Sterling had Kraft walk to the front of his vehicle to perform a series of field sobriety tests, which he failed. Kraft was then arrested by Sterling for driving while intoxicated. Sgt. Michael Howard approached the car and saw a man in the passenger's seat, partially covered by a jacket and with empty beer bottles around his feet. This turned out to be the strangled body of Terry Gambrel, a 25-year-old U.S. Marine, Kraft's last victim.

Other incriminating evidence was found in the car, including alcohol, tranquilizers, and blood not from Gambrel's body. Officer Sterling and Sgt. Howard then turned Kraft over to the Orange County Sheriffs Department for further investigation. More evidence was found in the house that Kraft shared with his partner. There were clothes and other possessions belonging to young men who had turned up dead at the side of freeways over the last decade, and many photos of victims either unconscious or dead.

Kraft also kept a coded list of 61 cryptic references to his victims, including four double murders, leading to a total of 65 listed victims. At least one of the victims, Terry Gambrel, was not listed because of Kraft's arrest. Investigators maintain that Eric Church was also not listed by Kraft for unknown reasons. Since the list is in code, the possibility exists that Eric Church is listed in a way that investigators cannot recognize, which would lead to a total of 66 listed victims. However, it is largely held that Kraft was responsible for 67 murders, if not more.

Kraft was eventually charged with 16 homicides. He pleaded not guilty at his trial in 1988, but he was convicted on all counts and sentenced to death on November 29, 1989. The death sentence was upheld by the California Supreme Court on August 11, 2000. He is currently on death row at San Quentin State Prison.

Of Kraft's suspected 67 victims, 22 bodies remain unrecovered and unidentified.

Certain details surrounding some of Kraft's murders have caused many to suspect that Kraft did not always act alone.


Forensic evidence in two cases point to an accomplice — an extra set of footprints and semen that did not match Kraft's DNA. (During the trial, members of the prosecution admitted privately that they did not charge Kraft in several murders that they were sure he had committed because of these facts.
Kraft would have had difficulty moving around 200-pound corpses; dumping them from cars alone would also be difficult to do unnoticed.
The snapshots Kraft had of the dead men were processed somewhere, but no photo developer reported Kraft's morbid images to the police. (Kraft himself had no darkroom expertise or darkroom equipment.)

During the trial, the prosecution believed the inconsistencies could be explained away because Kraft had not acted alone in his initial murder spree. His roommate, Jeff Graves, occasionally helped him, according to members of the prosecution team. Graves died of AIDS before police could question him, so the question of Kraft's accomplice was never raised in court.


This week's arrest of a model-turned-drug-queen spotlights a new breed of female narcas who use their sex appeal to traffic illegal substances and charm their way to the top of drug cartels.

A lingerie model’s bid to become the drug-running queenpin of South America seems doomed now that an international warrant has been issued for her arrest. Angie Sanselmente Valencia is a gorgeous 30-year-old brunette who set out to establish herself as the leader of a cartel that would use models and beauty queens to run drugs from South America to Europe. But she was a little too confident in her looks, and those of her underlings. Now, that hubris might lead to the dismantling of her fledging cartel, as the Argentine police claim to be hot on her tracks.

Using beauty and charm to gain power is the most common strategy for women who wish to succeed in the drug-running business. Mexico’s queenpins are famous for spending lavish amounts of money on plastic surgery, and the drug cartels have long been known to recruit beauty-pageant contestants to transport illegal substances. Pretty girls, the drug lords believe, are less likely to draw suspicion from customs inspectors.
The 21-year-old woman had more than 120 pounds of cocaine inside her suitcase—she had not even bothered to hide, because she apparently bought into her boss’s assurance that beautiful women don’t get in trouble.

Sanselmente started out as a model in her native Colombia, where her participation in a well-known pageant—the “Coffee Queen” contest—might have led to her introduction to key players in the country’s cocaine trade. International media have reported that she won that pageant at age 20, but a local news site is now claiming that she was stripped of the crown because the authorities found out that she was not a virgin. Sanselmente was married at the time, but she had kept it a secret because pageant rules banned the participation of married women—the rule was apparently in place because marriage “presupposes that [the contestant] has had sexual relations.”

The Coffee Queen scandal embarrassed Sanselmente, but it also got her the publicity she needed to launch a successful career. And her newly found bad-girl image probably made her even more appealing to the Colombian drug mafia. She eventually made her way to Mexico, where she met the leader of a cartel known as “The Monster”—one of the many smaller-scale operations that have taken control of the Mexican drug trade since the recent dismantling of the big cartels that dominated in the 1980s and '90s.

The escalation of the drug war in Mexico in recent years, and the much-heralded arrests of some of the country’s leading kingpins, has failed miserably at stemming the flow of narcotics into the U.S. and Europe. The weakening of old powerhouses such as the Arellano-Felix Organization has done nothing to curb the drug trade or decrease violence. Instead, it has resulted in the rise of smaller, tightly run operations that have proven all but impossible to contain. The turf wars among these gangs have proven deadlier to innocent civilians than anything seen in the era of the big cartels, and the violence is quickly spreading throughout Mexico and into Central America.

The splintering of the old cartels has also made it possible for anyone with enough ambition to get to the top. Women, who were once limited to being trophy wives or drug mules, now have the opportunity to climb the power ladder. Many, such as Blanca Cázares Salazar, aka “La Emperatriz” (“the Empress”), are now said to be lieutenants in the larger operations, running the finances of multimillion-dollar businesses. Some have even become the stuff of legend. Take the case of Sandra Ávila Beltrán, the “Queen of the Pacific.” She was captured in 2007 in Mexico City, but by then her name had become synonymous with machine guns and bloodbaths. She has even had popular songs written about her exploits.

Source: The Daily Beast


Fact or Fiction?

For the past several years, German authorities have been hot on the trail of a mysterious serial killer. Called “the woman without a face,” the killer was thought to have murdered dozens of people over a span of 15 years.

Police have no fingerprints to go on. No witnesses. No description. What they do have is a trail of DNA, now stretching back 15 years and across three countries - as well as a grisly new reason to put a face to her double helix. A case that had for years been gnawingly disturbing, yet still fairly obscure, has leapt on to the front pages of German newspapers. For it appears now that the mystery woman may not only be a killer, but a cop-killer.

In April 2007, Michèle Kiesewetter, a 22-year-old policewoman from an elite drugs squad, was taking a lunch break with a colleague in their BMW patrol car in Heilbronn, nearly 100 miles from Bad Kreuznach. Two people climbed into the back seat and shot the officers from behind, killing the woman and seriously injuring her 25-year-old partner. The assailants struck so quickly their victims had not even drawn their weapons.

As dozens of green-uniformed officers, carrying a smiling portrait of their murdered colleague, paraded at her funeral, the case shocked and moved the country. It also sparked one of the largest criminal investigations in German history - with results that at first puzzled, then stunned, the investigators.

The only clue was microscopic traces of DNA, found on the centre console and the rear passenger seat of the BMW. And when the samples were finally fully secured, tested and compared with Germany’s central crime database nearly three months later, there was an extraordinary match - from two quite different murder scenes stretching back a decade and a half. The ‘Woman Without a Face’ had, it seemed, struck again…

Well, the case broke wide open yesterday as law enforcement officials announced that they had found a woman whose DNA matched perfectly. And it wasn’t someone that you’d expect. It seems as though this brilliant, ghostlike assassin spent her days as a factory worker, making the cotton swabs police used at crime scenes.

Blunder: The police tracked a phantom killer for a decade, overlooking the possibility that they themselves supplied the DNA, and letting up to 39 killers go free in the process.

Since we first featured this story, additional information as come to light, as follows:

In 1860 there were at least six Negroes in Louisiana who owned 65 or more slaves The largest number, 152 slaves, were owned by the widow C. Richards and her son P.C. Richards, who owned a large sugar cane plantation. Another Negro slave magnate in Louisiana, with over 100 slaves, was Antoine Dubuclet, a sugar planter whose estate was valued at (in 1860 dollars) $264,000. That year, the wealth of southern white men was $3,978.

In 1860, in Charleston, South Carolina 125 free Negroes owned slaves; six of them owning 10 or more. Of the $1.5 million in taxable property owned by free Negroes in Charleston, more than $300,000 represented slave holdings. In North Carolina 69 free Negroes were slave owners.

In 1860 William Ellison was South Carolina's largest Negro slaveowner. In "Black Masters: A Free Family of Color in the Old South," authors Michael P. Johnson and James L. Roak write a sympathetic account of Ellison's life. From Ellison's birth as a slave to his death at 71, the authors attempt to provide justification, based on their own speculation, as to why a former slave would become a magnate slave master.

Source: Robert M. Grooms

The Dramatics were mentioned in the novel "The Algiers Motel Incident," by John Hersey. They were staying at the Algiers Motel, following a performance at Detroit's Fox Theatre, during an alleged murder by members of the Detroit Police Department. This was one of the incidents that sparked the Detroit Riots of 1967.


The Algiers Motel Incident is a 1968 true crime book by John Hersey. The book describes an incident which occurred in 1967 in Detroit, Michigan, at about the same time as the racially charged 12th Street Riot. At the Algiers Motel, approximately one mile southeast of where the riots began, three young black men were killed, and two white women and seven other black men brutally beaten, either by Detroit police or members of the United States National Guard after a report was received that a gunman or group of gunmen had been seen at or near the motel.

Hersey interviewed survivors, members of the victims' families, and some of the law enforcement personnel who participated in the raid, and also consulted forensic reports, in identifying the law enforcement personnel most likely to have been directly involved in the killings. However, none of those actually charged were convicted in subsequent state and federal trials.

Hersey's findings suggest that one of men was probably killed when law enforcement personnel were first entering the building, and may have been mistaken for an armed rioter in the confusion, but that the other two were selected after the building had been secured and then taken away from the group into separate rooms and murdered.

The now demolished Algiers Motel once stood at the intersection of Woodward Avenue and Virginia Park in the geographic center of Detroit.


Ilha de Queimada Grande, nicknamed Snake Island, is a 430,000-square-metre (110-acre) island off the coast of the state of São Paulo, Brazil. It is home to a species of fer-de-lance, the Golden Lancehead (Bothrops insularis), which is one of the most venomous snakes in the world; local legend claims that there are five snakes to every square metre, while a documentary on the Discovery Channel says that in some places there are as many as one snake per square metre. The Golden Lancehead is the only species of snake on the island, yet is considered in danger of extinction since it has no other habitat, and might be wiped out by wild fire. Plans to build a banana plantation on the island fizzled, and, for a long time, the island's only inhabitant was a lighthouse keeper. Currently, the Brazilian Navy bans civilians from the island, though scientists sometimes receive waivers.

A mysterious lost city was discovered in Brazil in the 1700's. The city is allegedly built around an archive containing the blueprint for the survival of the human race.

A Spanish explorer, Sancho Bandeirante, claimed to have discovered the lost city in 1753 in the Mato Grosso jungles of Brazil. He left a detailed description, but no precise location for the community.

He said it was designed with mathematical precision and had many advanced physics and chemistry laboratories, along with a manufacturing plant that turned out high-tech scientific instruments, including telescopes, microscopes, medical scanning machines and objects that resemble televisions and computers (in the 1700's). This city was too advanced for the human technology available at the time.

A British surveyor, Col. Percy Harrison Fawcett, set off in search of the lost city in the early 20th Century, but he was never heard from again.

Before embarking on his ill-fated quest, Fawcett did exhaustive research on the Lost City, and concluded that its central building was a library that was treated like a temple, in which there was an archive of documents that were closely guarded at all times.

"Several sources refer to these documents by the title 'After the Upheaval,' or 'Rebuilding The World After The Unspeakable.' These documents are considered a blueprint for reconstruction following a monumental environmental disaster."

One scientist is quoted as saying: "I am convinced that the Lost City of Z is the most important place on earth!"


Masha was living in a Russian orphanage when an American man was allowed to adopt her. He was divorced and no background check was done on him; also no follow-up visits were ever conducted by the New Jersey based adoption agency.

He began sexually abusing her almost immediately, and shortly thereafter, using her in internet child pornography. So much so that the police began a task force to find this poor child who was all over the internet.

The search was profiled on CNN, where police digitally removed the girl’s image leaving only her surroundings in the hopes someone would recognize her location. One picture people were able to identify was a bedspread from a hotel at a Disney theme park.

After several years of this incomprehensible lifestyle, Masha was finally rescued by police.



BERLIN-In 1942, the Nazis decided that forced laborers in concentration camps would work harder if they were promised sex-so they made female prisoners work in brothels for them.

This practice continues today aka Holocaust Porn (read story below).

Although the following story didn't occur in Germany, allegedly, there are a few Nazi brothels that operate underground in Germany where customers can act out their sick prison guard fantasies that includes sex and humiliation (whips and restraints, etc.)-with women attired in concentration camp uniforms.

Other times, the roles are reversed and the women are attired in prison guard uniforms (above) and they inflict pain on the customer.

Fast Forward (Present Day):

Police called to a home in a sleepy village were shocked to find a sex dungeon containing Nazi uniforms & arm bands, whips, chains, sex toys and cattle prods.
Officers were alerted after neighbors reported 'unusual behavior' and 'strange sounds' coming from the four-bedroom semi in Lee Mill, Devon.

Police arrived with battering rams to raid the home but a plain clothes officer knocked on the door and the residents let him in thinking he had an appointment.
The sex 'dungeon' was found in a converted first floor room filled with hundreds of items including whips, gas masks, wooden bats, handcuffs, clothes pegs and shackles.

Police also discovered bondage chairs with straps, straight jackets, sex toys, gimp masks, S&M outfits, shackles, cattle prods and car batteries used to power the toys.

The dungeon was also stuffed with 'various electrical vibrating' items and a recording studio complete with computer equipment and mixing desk.

"The name Enriqueta Martí does not chill all those who hear it but it should. Marti is one of the most dangerous killers in history, a sociopath with a business plan."


Had Enriqueta Martí lived among us today her story would rival those of society’s most vile predators. The media would have relished making us squirm as it documented her depravity and marveled as we crashed servers and skyrocketed ratings in search of details. But she lived in another time. This was Barcelona of the early 19th century, a time of great social upheaval. One that would open the door of opportunity for someone of Martís’ uniquely soulless and entrepreneurial talent.

Serial Killer in Training:

Little is known of Enriqueta Martí i Ripollés before she arrived in Barcelona in the early years of the 19th Century. What is known is that she did not arrive alone. She brought with her a brutal penchant for survival and an equally fierce desire to rise above a poverty that she would soon sadistically twist to her advantage.

She initially found lodging and employment in the homes of the aristocracy. But the role of servant girl did not sit well nor did it last; she was meant for grander things. Martí was nothing if not a quick learner. Her time smoothing the satin sheets and sweeping the great marble floors of Barcelona’s elite gave her the chance to observe. Here was opportunity and it was screaming at her. Her learning curve had to be steep, she had to study, overhear and look deep into the souls of the privileged. She must devise ways in which to provide services to placate those who had everything so that she might suckle at their many riches.

Prostitution and Wealth:

Martís’ first foray into Barcelona’s underside was through prostitution. She quickly realized that although she had no material belongings, her body was a ready source of currency. Her numerous clients included many men of standing, men who would in the future come to her aid and indeed provide ready customers for her horrific product line to come.

Nothing in her life happened by chance, every detail another careful rung in her ascent toward power. Social tensions in the city reached breaking point in 1909. ‘La Setmana Tràgica’ (Tragic Week) would see much destruction of public property and with the increased police presence the discovery of the brothel from which Martí plied her trade. This could have been the end of her upward mobility and aspirations, but the ground work had been well laid. Certain hands had been shaken, certain legalities overlooked and the soon-to-be ‘Vampire of Barcelona’ had her freedom.

Child Prostitution and Murder:

And so the darkest chapter in the life of Enriqueta Martí began. Again, feeding off information she gleaned from her exposure to the depravities of the rich she set to move into an entirely different line of work. She was no longer the poor girl who swept and polished, she was now a woman of some means. Her various apartments throughout the city would be put to good use as she cleverly switched lodgings and personas to protect her horrible secret.

If all the stereotypes about witches were to personify then the result would probably pale against Enriqueta Martí. For now she was putting her experiences of fulfilling the dark sexual cravings of her illustrious clients behind her; instead pushing an entirely new offering to the fore.

Her targets became children, young children from Barcelona’s destitute Raval Quarter. She would prostitute them to the pedophiles and deviants who had for so long protected and frequented her brothels. She could at once appear impoverished, dressed in rags to entice her prey and then as evening fell, attend the lavish galas of the El Liceu (Barcelona Opera House) as gentry.

Barcelona’s Forgotten Children:

As abhorrent as her new business venture was, still much worse was to come. Not content with satisfying her male clients she set about attending to the cosmetic needs of their wives and mistresses. She slaughtered a great number of her foundlings and extracted from them certain base ingredients.

Body fat, blood and ground bone were rendered to create a line of various elixirs and facial crèmes. But again, this was no chance endeavor - this was calculated cruelty for optimum gain. Martí knew that certain dark voids of high society craved the perceived age-slowing benefits of infant flesh; this was simple supply and demand.

Marti continued unabated before finally being discovered in 1912 by a vigilant neighbor who alerted police. Only two children were ever saved from the Barcelona witch's clutches, girls who were witness to scenes that no amount of artificial blood could ever do justice.

The fact that Enriqueta Martí was killed by fellow inmates as she awaited sentence was of little comfort to the families of those who died and of even smaller consequence to those who abetted her.


Fernando Gómez, El misterio de la calle Poniente (The Mistery of Poniente Street)- Spanish.

Marc Pastor, La mala mujer (The Bad Woman)-Spanish.


They are on their first holiday to Kenya, a country they say is "just full of big young boys who like us older girls."

Hard figures are difficult to come by, but local people on the coast estimate that as many as one in five single women visiting from rich countries are in search of sex.

Allie and Bethan -- who both declined to give their full names -- said they planned to spend a whole month touring Kenya's palm-fringed beaches.

The white beaches of the Indian Ocean coast stretched before the friends as they both walked arm-in-arm with young African men, Allie resting her white haired-head on the shoulder of her companion, a six-foot-four 23-year-old from the Maasai tribe.

He wore new sunglasses he said were a gift from her.

"We both get something we want -- where's the negative?" Allie asked in a bar later, nursing a strong, golden cocktail.

Meanwhile, Bethan sipped the same local drink: a powerful mix of honey, fresh limes and vodka known locally as "Dawa," or "medicine."

She kept one eye on her date -- a 20-year-old playing pool, a red bandana tying back dreadlocks and new-looking sports shoes on his feet.

He looked up and came to join her at the table, kissing her, then collecting more coins for the pool game.

Many of the visitors are on the lookout for men like Joseph.

Flashing a dazzling smile and built like an Olympic basketball star, the 22-year-old said he has slept with more than 100 white women, most of them 30 years his senior.

"When I go into the clubs, those are the only women I look for now," he told Reuters. "I get to live like the rich mzungus (white people) who come here from rich countries, staying in the best hotels and just having my fun."

At one club, a group of about 25 dancing men -- most of them Joseph look-alikes -- edge closer and closer to a crowd of more than a dozen white women, all in their autumn years.

"It's not love, obviously. I didn't come here looking for a husband," Bethan said over a pounding beat from the speakers.

"It's a social arrangement. I buy him a nice shirt and we go out for dinner. For as long as he stays with me he doesn't pay for anything, and I get what I want -- a good time. How is that different from a man buying a young girl dinner?"


Lesbian sex tourism is evident in Lesbos (Mytilini) in Greece, Bangkok and Pattaya in Thailand.

Despite the AIDS epidemic all over the world, this hasn't slowed down sex tourism: The primary destinations for female sex tourism (sugar mommies) are Southern Europe (mainly Italy, Greece, Republic of Macedonia, Croatia, Turkey, Israel, Slovenia, Spain, Ukraine, Azerbaijan, Kherson, Crimea) also Lebanon, the Caribbean (led by Jamaica, Barbados and the Dominican Republic). The top fantasies for white women are Marlboro men and Mandingo types.

For African American women, the top destination for female sex tourism is Jamaica. Even moreso after "How Stella Got Her Groove Back," was released several years ago.

Source: Reuters


Mary Reeser, born in 1881, was found almost completely consumed by fire in her Florida home in 1951. The odd thing about the discovery of her body was that part of her left foot was left completely unscathed, and the extremely high temperature required to cremate a human body did not cause damage to the room or objects around the pile of ash which remained.

The FBI investigators called in Professor Krogman from the University of Pennsylvania’s School of Medicine, in the hopes that he might explain the mystery. He said: “I find it hard to believe that a human body, once ignited, will literally consume itself — burn itself out, as does a candle wick, guttering in the last residual pool of melted wax [...] Just what did happen on the night of July 1, 1951, in St. Petersburg, Florida?

We may never know, though this case still haunts me. [...] I cannot conceive of such complete cremation without more burning of the apartment itself. In fact the apartment and everything in it should have been consumed. [...] I regard it as the most amazing thing I have ever seen. As I review it, the short hairs on my neck bristle with vague fear. Were I living in the Middle Ages, I’d mutter something about black magic.” The mystery has never been solved.


The Devil’s Footprints was the name given to a peculiar phenomenon that occurred in Devon, England on 8 February 1855. After a light snowfall, during the night, a series of hoof-like marks appeared in the snow. Strangely, the "thick" snow fall could "not" cover these footprints for some reason.

These footprints, measuring 1.5 to 2.5 inches wide and eight inches apart, continued throughout the countryside for a total of over 100 miles, and, although veering at various points, for the greater part of their course followed straight lines. Houses, rivers, haystacks and other obstacles were traveled straight over, and footprints appeared on the tops of snow-covered roofs and high walls which lay in the footprints’ path, as well as leading up to and exiting various drain pipes of as small as a four inch diameter.

Reports of similar anomalous, obstacle-unheeded footprints exist from other parts of the world, although none is of such a scale as that of the case of the Devil’s Footprints.


'What would stop two hearts instantly without leaving a mark or sign anywhere?'

The Lead Masks Case was the name given to the events which led to the mysterious deaths of two Brazilian electronic technicians: Manoel Pereira da Cruz and Miguel José Viana. Their bodies were discovered on August 20, 1966.

A boy named Jorge da Costa Alves (who was 18 at that time) was flying a kite at the Morro do Vintém (Vintém Hill), in Niterói, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil when he found two dead men. Immediately, he made his way back home and called the police. Soon the spot was full of police officers, firefighters and journalists.
The bodies were next to each other, slightly covered by grass. They were wearing suits, lead masks and impermeable coats. There was no sign of violence to the bodies or to the surrounding area. Next to the bodies, the police found an empty bottle of water and a packet containing two towels. The masks were a type typically used for protection from radiation, and it is these masks that have given the case its name. Police found a small notebook stating: "16:30 estar no local determinado. 18:30 ingerir cápsulas, após efeito proteger metais aguardar sinal máscara", which translates to "16:30 be at the agreed place. 18:30 swallow capsules.

No obvious injuries were discovered at autopsy; however, a search for toxic substances was impossible as the internal organs of the two victims were not properly preserved.

The bodies were exhumed and tested again, and this time they tested for radiation, but nothing was found.

Initially, the bodies were found on a "bed" made with palm-tree leaves.

The autopsy did not show any signs of violence, poisoning, organic failure or radiation contamination.

A priest and parapsychology professor said that they could have been making an experiment to see to the "other world" some people apparently say that there is a very strong light for which protection is needed, and that people who make that experiment take some kind of drug before.

Apparently, four years before, a television technician died in the same place in similar circumstances; no signs of violence, no other objects and a lead mask. He was trying to catch a "television signal" without any electronics and he died after taking a round pill.

The second batch of exams was made one year latter.

In 1980, Jacques Vallée went to the area to study the case, it was clean of vegetation and imprints of the bodies were on the ground as if the ground had been burned.

Source: Above Top Secret

In the mid-eighteenth century, hunters in the Ochamchir region of Georgia (a Province of Russia on the edge of the Black sea) captured a ‘wild woman’ who had pre-historic features, a massive bosom, thick arms, legs, and fingers, and was covered with hair. This ‘wild woman’, named Zana by her captors, was so violent at first that she had to spend many years in a cage with food being tossed to her.

Eventually, she was domesticated and would perform simple tasks, like grinding corn. She had an incredible endurance against cold, and couldn’t stand to be in a heated room. She enjoyed gorging herself on grapes from the vine, and also had a weakness for wines, often drinking so heavily she would sleep for hours. As Colin Wilson points out in The Encyclopedia of Unsolved Mysteries, this is likely how she became the mother of many children to different fathers.

These children usually died when she tried to wash them in the freezing river. The villagers started to take her children away from her and raise them as their own; unlike their mother, the children developed the ability to communicate as well as any other villager. Zana died in the village about 1890; the youngest of her children died in 1954. Her story was researched by Professor Porchnev who interviewed many old people (one as old as a hundred and five) who remembered Zana, as well as two of her grandchildren.

The grandchildren had dark skin, and the grandson, named Shalikula, had jaws so powerful that he could lift a chair with a man sitting in it. It is believed that Zana may have somehow been a surviving member of an previous-evolutionary state of man.


A man who was convicted last month in the assault of a transgender woman in 2007 was sentenced in San Francisco Superior Court this week to 17 years and eight months in prison, the maximum sentence under state law.

Judge Donald S. Mitchell imposed the sentence on Donzell Francis, 41, Monday, January 25.

On December 23, a jury found Francis guilty of forcible oral copulation, robbery, assault causing great bodily injury, and false imprisonment. The victim has been identified as Lena H.

Francis is also suspected of raping transgender woman Ruby Ordenana and then strangling her to death in 2007.

Ordenana, 24, of San Francisco, whose legal name was Rudy Ordenana, was found dead in the 1600 block of Indiana Street, near Interstate 280, in March 2007, according to police.

During the assault case, Francis's DNA was tied to three other sexual assaults of transgender women, including Ordenana.


The Frederick Valentich disappearance is an event that occurred on October 21, 1978, in which 20-year-old Frederick Valentich disappeared in unexplained circumstances while piloting a Cessna 182L light aircraft over the Bass Strait to King Island, Australia.

Prior to his disappearance, Valentich reported via radio that he had encountered an unidentified craft which was moving at the same speed of his plane, and which hovered over him. No trace of Valentich or his aircraft was ever found.

Shortly before Valentich’s last reported contact, plumber Roy Manifold set up a time lapse camera and tripod on the shoreline in order to photograph the sun setting over the water. When his pictures were developed they appeared to show a fast moving object exiting the water.

Manifold gave the time that the pictures were taken as being approximately 6:47 pm (18:47 hrs), or 20 minutes before Valentich reported having difficulties. Moments before a strange noise terminated Valentich’s communications, he said: “My intentions are – ah – to go to King Island – ah – Melbourne. That strange aircraft is hovering on top of me again (open microphone for two seconds). Oh my God! It's still hovering over me and it's not an aircraft!”

Valentich was never heard from again.

What was the strange object hovering over Valentich? Conspiracy theorists insist that it was an UFO.


There have also been several human deaths associated with "Clapman Wood Mystery." Since the 1960s the area has experienced a rash of UFO sightings, reports of people experiencing nausea or the sensation of being pushed by unseen forces, or witnessing patches of strange gray mist developing suddenly on pathways through the woods

Some people have also reported a strong sense of being followed. Studies have revealed slightly elevated levels of background radiation in the area, which is surprising since the area is situated on chalk which is normally low in radiation.

Three deaths have occurred either in or close to the woods and have since become part of the lore surrounding it. The first death was in June 1972 when police officer Peter Goldsmith disappeared while hiking in the region. His body was discovered 6 months later.

The second death was that of Leon Foster whose body was discovered in August 1975. He had been missing for 3 weeks.

The third death was of Reverend Harry Neil Snelling, the former vicar of Clapham. He disappeared in October 1978 and his body was not found until 3 years later. English coroners ruled open verdicts in all three cases.


The Bridgewater Triangle is an area of about 200 square miles within southeastern Massachusetts in the United States. Since colonial times the area has been a site of alleged paranormal phenomena, ranging from UFO and “black helicopter” sightings (including many with multiple points of corroboration including police and a local news team), to poltergeists and orbs, balls of fire and other spectral phenomena, various “bigfoot” sightings, giant snakes and ‘thunderbirds’, as well as the mutilation of cattle and other livestock.

Central to the area is the mysterious and largely untouched Hockomock Swamp, which means “the place where spirits dwell,' and which was called “The Devil’s Swamp” by early settlers. The Triangle also has been known to house several Indian burial grounds.

One of the most common phenomena reportedly observed in the area is “ghostlights” or what otherwise matches the description of will-o’-the-wisp, which are typically seen in boggy or swampy areas. The behavior of this phenomenon is consistent with mysterious lights allegedly observed within the Bridgewater Triangle, including those which are said to appear along train tracks every January.

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