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PART 3 ARCHIVES:

Introduction:

To coincide with Eddie Murphy's new relationship with Rocsi, scandalous excerpts (below) from Paul Baressi's notorious tell-all have resurfaced.

WHO IS PAUL BARRESI?

Former Military-Enforcer-Tabloid Broker-Bagman-Adult Director-Fixer: Paul Barresi has conducted regular, consistent and extremely lucrative business with the tabloids, law enforcement, and celebrities caught up in serious scandals: Michael Jackson, Tom Cruise’s alleged gay lover, O.J., Eddie Murphy, sports doper Barry Bonds (porn star claimed Bonds was the father of her child), California governor Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sylvester Stallone – he had a piece of all of them. And over the course of two decades, he has trafficked in the most sordid, vile, disgusting troughs of decadence and despair the culture of Hollywood has produced – the raw sewage of the star-making machinery, the slagheaps and spill-off of the entertainment-industrial complex.

But unlike most people in this town, there are a couple of things he won’t do if you are straight with him: He won’t lie. He won’t cheat. And he won’t steal. He’ll make his money honestly, the old-fashioned way: He’ll earn it. Meanwhile, almost everyone around him – the movie stars and their man-handlers, the power mavens and their procurers, the agents, managers, aspirants, hangers-on, whores and the lawyers – especially the lawyers – will do anything they think they can get away with.

He can document every relationship he’s forged and every job he has ever done; these aren’t just idle claims or accepted truths. Name a Hollywood scandal in the last two decades and he played a role in it: If he didn’t leverage one of the principals, he brokered some of the inside information. If he didn’t know the targets, he knew the grifters who targeted them, or the P.I.’s or shysters or crooked cops they turned to to get them out of it. Because when a world-class celebrity comes butt-up against the consequences of his infinite desires – and believe me, he will – he will do or say or pay anything to get himself out of it.

That’s where he comes in. He is the bagman. He knows this world like he knows his own skin, and its reek and stench is his oxygen.

He is one of the most sought after interviews in Hollywood today thanks, mostly, to his association with convicted fixer-Anthony Pellicano.

Paul Barresi's Damage Control Allegations-Eddie Murphy (Behind The Scenes):

Backstory:

Donald Tripp was dead, but that didn’t stop Paul Barresi from capitalizing on the gay thief and con man’s life. Tripp had made his living stealing designer-label clothes and selling them for a fraction of their retail worth. Barresi had once bought a $1,000 suit from him for $100. “I didn’t ask him where he got it,” says Barresi, even though I had an idea where he got it. Besides sticky fingers, Tripp had another interesting physical asset: He was a dead ringer for Eddie Murphy. For years, he used his striking resemblance to cadge free drinks, restaurant meals, concert tickets and even sex from gullible Murphy fans from L.A. to New York. “He had doormen [and] bouncers let him in clubs, he had people buy him drinks, he was running all over New York,” Barresi recalls.

Barresi realized he could use Tripp to create a cover story that would make the tranny's abrupt denials of their relationships with Murphy seem less suspicious. They may have thought they were having sex with the Beverly Hills Cop star, but they were actually doing it with Tripp.

Conveniently, the impostor had lived in West Hollywood and frequented nearby drag clubs. It was the perfect explanation of why the tranny's gave such dramatically different stories to the tabs and to Singer. It was also an excellent way for Barresi to keep working for Singer, and billing his law firm $75 an hour. “Hey, my wheels were turnin’,” says Barresi. “I thought of all kinds of different angles… I tried to keep my position with [Singer] alive as long as I could.”

There was just one fly in the ointment: Tripp had died of AIDS a number of years before the tranny scandal erupted. He thus couldn’t be bribed to say it was he, not Murphy, who’d had all those tranny flings. But Barresi figured a way around that problem, too. He lined up a young gay man named James who’d hung out with Tripp.

James, too, was a petty criminal, who, among other things, wrote bad checks. He could attest that he’d been with Tripp when the impostor picked up tranny's for sex. Trouble was, James was too young to have gone to clubs and otherwise served as Tripp’s high-life sidekick during the early to mid-’80s, when some of the tranny's claimed they’d been with Murphy. James had been in grade school during that critical period.

That didn’t faze Barresi. He simply didn’t tell Marty Singer (Eddie Murphy's lawyer) that Tripp was dead, and lied to his partner Brian Wolf about James’ age. “James marched into Singer’s office, back-dated his association with Tripp in a sworn statement and was paid $3,000,” says Barresi. “The foundation of [James'] deposition was false,” Barresi acknowledges. (Singer says he doesn’t recall anything about a guy named James.)

The impostor story came in handy when the tranny's gave their statements to Singer.

Carnal Candy (transsexual) was allegedly paid to say: With absolute certainty that she’d had sex not with Murphy but with a well-known impersonator and an Eddie Murphy look-alike who frequented transsexual clubs in the Hollywood area, according to her declaration.

Ex-dominatrix Carnal Candy ran away from home at 16, became a hooker on the streets of Chicago. She moved to New Orleans, tended bar, worked as a stripper, turned tricks and had an oil rich boyfriend.

In Los Angeles, she got involved in blue movies, rising to underground stardom as a transsexual dominatrix.

Mysterious Murder of Dance/R&B Pioneer:

Change (with Luther Vandross on lead vocals) was an Italian-American post-disco group formed in Bologna, Italy in 1979 by businessman and executive producer Jacques Fred Petrus (1st photo) and Mauro Malavasi.

They were heavily influenced by legendary disco band Chic.

Change was initially formed in 1979 as a studio-band with a revolving cast of musicians, led by businessman and executive producer Jacques Fred Petrus, with the majority of song-writing and production carried out by Mauro Malavasi and Davide Romani. The band’s dual Italian and American identity was a result of a production system, in which the music, excepting the vocals, were written and recorded by Italian collaborators in studios such as Fontoprint Studios, Bologna, Italy. The backing tracks were then taken to the USA where vocals were added by American performers, before being mixed into finalized versions in major studios such as the Power Station in New York.

The band's debut album, "The Glow of Love," was released in 1980. It was composed by a small team of writers. The first single was the million seller "A Lover's Holiday."

The follow-up album, "Miracles," was released in 1981. It was created by the same collection of writers and producers as had worked on the debut album. Due to contractual differences, Luther Vandross refused to sing lead vocals on any of the album's tracks and was only featured on backing vocals on selected songs. After "Miracles," Vandross continued to provide backup vocals for the group until 1981, when he left Change to pursue his solo career.

Petrus wisely hired recently sacked Time members Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis to write and produce what would become "Change Of Heart," in 1984. The album did well internationally. As with previous collaborators, (including future C&C Music Factory writers)-Petrus fell out with Jimmy Jam and Terry Lewis over a financial dispute, reportedly, the duo was never paid in full. Their loss was huge to the group.

In 1986, the Internal Revenue Service (IRS) of the US federal government accused Jacques Fred Petrus of tax evasion. Petrus put his music industry activities on hold and fled to Guadeloupe. Petrus was murdered in the Spring of 1987 in Guadeloupe under mysterious circumstances. He was only 39 years old. The official version from the French police reported that Petrus had been shot at home in Sainte-Anne by a Swiss gunman who had clashed with him earlier the night of the murder at the Petrus-owned club L'Elysée Matignon in Le Gosier.

First Transsexual Supermodel:

Lauren Foster grew up in Durban, South Africa and transitioned in her teens. When asked, she said: At 5 years old, I wanted to be an actress, then at 10, a dancer. By the time she was 21, she was in Paris modeling for fashion designer Yves St. Laurent.

While most Transsexual women would have been content to assimilate into society, Lauren strutted into adulthood in the spotlight and never looked back.

She enjoyed an 11-year international modeling career on the runway and in print; dated royalty, and celebrities; she also ran with the rich and famous. She was the "it" girl, known as the notorious blond on the international party circuit. She also partied at Studio 54 with Sterling St. Jacques.

Foster was the first transsexual to pose for Vogue Mexico in the 1980's. She is currently married (to a wealthy man) and divides her time between Miami Beach and Cape Town.

Foster is currently working on her memoir "Dance Savage-The Life and Times Of An International Transsexual."

Foster has always been black friendly. Above, she's pictured with Grace Jones, Angela Bassett and Natalie Cole.

"DRAMATICS PRODUCER MURDERED-EXECUTION STYLE"

Introduction:

In the 1970's, Tony Hester (1st photo) was a premiere songwriter/producer. He wrote and produced every major hit for the Dramatics with the exception of "Be My Girl," written and produced by Michael Henderson. Hester also produced hits for the Dells. After Hester died, the Dramatics became less successful.

Unfortunately, Hester developed an unshakable drug addiction.

Sadly, in 1980, Hester, 34, was found murdered behind a building (in an alley) on Detroit's East Side. He was shot (execution style) in the front of the head.

Allegedly, Hester was murdered by Black Underworld Gangsta's.

His case remains unsolved.

Backstory:

Tony Hester was to the Dramatics-what Smokey was to the Temptations. He was so successful, allegedly, Barbara Streisand's rep wanted him to produce tracks in the late 70's.

The Dramatics comment on Tony Hester:

Don Davis: "He was also part of a mix down at Golden World. Tony was a young songwriter, and we did a couple of songs together in the Golden World days... Then coming back to town on one of my visits from Memphis back to Detroit, Tony had written a couple of songs and asked 'why don't you let me produce these records for you'."

Ron Banks: "Tony came to the show that Saturday night (at the Music Hall in Detroit), and Don Davis called me next Monday. He said 'Ron, get the group together. You're all going with me and Tony Hester'. We went to Tony's house, and he started playing a song called Whatcha See Is Whatcha Get. It sounded like a carnival song. We said 'we need a hit record', and Tony said 'but this is a hit record'... (They also rehearsed In The Rain that night).

Ron: "Tony played nothing but piano, and he wasn't that great of a piano player. He would never play piano on the set. He played it to write the songs. He was just a great lyric and melody man. He was the perfect fit for the Dramatics... Tony had written songs since he was fourteen years old..."

Tony didn't live long after his success with the Dramatics (and, to some extent, with the Dells).

Don Davis: "Drugs and booze and death. When I met him he was a very clean-cut guy, very meticulous, had a style of playing, a gifted lyric, but got drugs in his life, and from '71-'72 on it was a constant fight with the drugs. Finally, I think, he got with the wrong crowd. He was found dead in the alley."

L.J.Reynolds: "...He had a very bad drug problem and he knew it, and he wanted to share it with everybody in his music. It was a terrible thing, but it did shed a light on the problem. Tony died of gunshot wounds."

Larry Demps: "I think the album (A Dramatic Experience) was his cry for help..."

Source: Soulful Detroit

Joe Stubbs (first photo-center) was the younger brother of Levi Stubbs, lead singer of the Four Tops. Joe was a member of the "Originals."

Marvin Gaye wrote and produced their two biggest hits "Baby I'm For Real," and "The Bells."

Joe's promising career came to a halt when he was involved in a tragic accident.

The accident left him slightly brain damaged. He was able to talk, sing and perform but he was left somewhat childlike and innocent.

Joe Stubbs died in 1998 from a heart condition.

Both of Joe Louis's parents (Munroe & Lillie) were the children of former slaves, alternating between sharecropping and rental farming.

Louis spent twelve years growing up in rural Alabama, where little is known of his childhood.


He suffered from a speech impediment and spoke very little until about the age of six. Munroe Barrow was committed to a mental institution in 1916 and, as a result, Joe knew very little of his biological father. Around 1920, Louis's mother married Pat Brooks, a local construction contractor, having received word that Munroe Barrow had died while institutionalized (in reality, Munroe Barrow lived until 1938, unaware of his son's fame).

In 1926, shaken by a gang of white men in the Ku Klux Klan, Louis's family moved to Detroit, Michigan, forming part of the post-World War I Great Migration.

Although Louis never saw combat, his military service would see challenges of its own. During his travels he would often experience blatant racism. On one occasion, a military policeman (MP) ordered Louis and Sugar Ray Robinson to move their seats to a bench in the rear of an Alabama Army camp bus depot. "We ain't moving," said Louis. The MP tried to arrest them, but Louis forcefully argued the pair out of the situation. In another incident, Louis allegedly had to resort to bribery to persuade a commanding officer to drop charges against Jackie Robinson for punching a captain who had called Robinson a "n*gger."

Drug kingpin Frank Lucas was disgusted with the government's treatment of Louis and paid off a $50,000 tax lien against him.

Of the $4.6 million Joe Louis earned during his boxing career, Louis himself received only $800,000.

"GAY GANG LURED MEN OFF INTERNET FOR HIV THROUGH RAPE & INJECTION"

A gay gang that allegedly lured victims on the Internet and drugged them and raped them to infect them with the HIV virus has shocked the Netherlands.
Police say they have arrested three gay men after four victims, aged 25 to 50, accused them of rape and premeditated bodily harm. In some cases, the victims were raped and then injected with HIV positive blood.

A fourth man who allegedly supplied the three suspects with several liters of GHB, the date-rape drug, and ecstasy tablets was also arrested. Health Minister Ab Klink described the case as “horrible.”

One of the suspects is a male nurse, and each suspect faces up to 16 years in prison. Police and prosecutors say that since the case has hit the media spotlight, eight more victims have come forward. Ronald Zwarter, the police chief of Groningen, where the alleged crimes took place, said two of those accused had confessed.

“Their motive was that it excited them.” Said Henk Krol, the editor of a gay magazine "Gaykrant," said: “These people were drugged, it’s therefore rape, pure and simple. It’s shameful, disgusting and terrifying.

Those who did this are crazy.” The men were invited to gay orgies via the Internet, and were drugged via drinks when they arrived. Meanwhile, many have blamed gay orgies frequent in the Netherlands for a steady increase in HIV/AIDS rates.

 

"ALLEGED GAY & BI GOSPEL STARS IN THE CHURCH-PLAYBOY MANSION, SYLVESTER & AIDS"

Introduction:

According to Atoasttowealth.com: Many gospel artists like members of "The Caravans,"with popular soloists Shirley Caesar, Albertina Walker, Casietta George and Dorothy Norwood-were alleged lesbians, (didn't a poster on the old comment board repeat these same allegations about Shirley Caesar a few years ago?).

Clara Ward was allegedly known to have occasional hookups with women and Rev. James Cleveland allegedly lived a life of homosexuality that the church turned a blind eye to but he created some of the most soul stirring gospel music ever made. These are just a few gospel artists from the past that lived their lives as alleged Christians, sang gospel songs in the name of Jesus but lived total different lives outside of the church and some in the church!

Though many artists from the early 60's and earlier sang gospel music because they ‘love the Lord’, grew up in the church and wanted to spread the gospel, it quickly turned into a money making machine that created more than just records. The gospel music industry became a way of expressing the views of society both political and sexual.

Firstly, gospel music in the black church was very prevalent. Over the years, it became a vehicle in which to express their love for God and salvation for those who listened and sang along. This is evident because gospel music is still a driving force in America and in the black church. Now we have to say that many of the gospel artists from the 1960's, 1970's, and 1980's have touched our hearts.

The artists behind some of the most beautiful and talented voices were called by God to do what they do: sing praises to the Lord. This was not only their calling but their gift. We were supposed to be touched, delivered, saved and ushered into the spirit of God by their music. We do believe that was God’s intention and mandate on their lives.

But… there was a problem. When God gave them the calling to sing gospel music, we are sure He did not leave a clause in there stating they could live the way they wanted in disregard to the Word of God: the bible. It appears singing gospel music was their gift but a vehicle to make a lot of money and express themselves in ways God had not intended and this is in regards to their sexual preferences.

When we take a look at gospel’s King, singer, composer and pastor Reverend James Cleveland, you may first think of his talents and the influence he had on some of the most popular singers today. James Cleveland was the man of the hour and helped many gospel artists to where they are today, but how did he do this? Cleveland was the main instrument back in the days that recruited many talented people. Many men and women flocked to him for inspiration and instruction but it was the groves of men that followed him that gave way to hush hush rumors of his sexual preference for men.

One article stated the GMWA, Gospel Music Workshop of America, found by Cleveland was a place where people came for ‘sexual hook ups’. Rev. James Cleveland may have written over 400 songs and over 100 albums all in the name of Jesus but he allowed and created a place where talents blossoms in exchange for sexual favors.

From what some have stated, GMWA, also known as ‘gay men, women of america‘, was strictly a gospel music gay club and everyone there knew this at one point of another. While James Cleveland pastored a church in Southern California, he had many, many ‘foster’ sons that lived in his home from as young as 13 years old. He catered to the young teenage boys and older who had single mothers and were fatherless. (Sounds pretty familiar to to Bishop Eddie Long’s pursuit). In the end, he had dominated the gospel music industry for 40 years and succumbed to the AIDS virus.

Lesbians and gays in the church were free to live the way they wanted because they had a larger than life figure endorsing it: Rev. James Cleveland. Not every person that came in contact with Cleveland was already gay. Many of the men and women a part of his GMWA or church were ‘turned out’ which created another cycle.

Darly Coley was a student and was mentored by Rev. James Cleveland. He was said to have been very close to James Cleveland and also Bishop Walter Hawkins. He also sang for drag queen disco singer Sylvester.

After it was known James Cleveland influenced homosexuality in his circle, artists like Daryl Coley were bold to come out as he did. Later in years, it surely seems like the hush hush acceptance of homosexuality in the church and gospel music circles made more and more artists more flashy in the way they performed and lived their lives in and out of the church.

In the 1995, Daryl Coley surprisingly admitted openly that he had been inveigled in the gay scene.

While claiming to have abandoned all forms of homosexuality, his church just happened to be under Love Center Ministries of Bishop Walter Hawkins, known for his gay ministry in Oakland, Ca.

Our Oakland Bay area sources will remain unnamed but their story will reveal so much. In the 1960s, a very popular gospel singing group received rave reviews as one of the first trendiest singers in the industry. They would be the Edwin Hawkins Singers and their hit gospel song, “Oh Happy Day."

A book published many years ago, provided some interesting information about Walter Hawkins and his wife Tramaine Hawkins. The book, Black Gospel: An Illustrated History of the Gospel Sound," stated that Tramaine and others allegedly said they would attend gay clubs and gay parades. Though we believe they went for some other reasons, according to the book, she allegedly claimed they attended those events to bring people to Christ. Surprisingly, she allegedly also stated in the book they were invited to Hugh Hefner’s Playboy mansion and would go there to witness to the sinners.

Our source stated Love Center Church was known for young people to flock there because it was an atmosphere where they could be themselves without the strict teachings of other elder church pastors. Love Center was also known for how well their choir could sing and many young people from all over the Bay Area came to sing for the famous family. But what many didn’t know was they were entering a totally gay environment in the form of a church and many of them were ‘turned out’, so to speak.

While Bishop Hawkins provided a laid back environment for the ‘young people’ and the like, he was also a gay man even though he was married to Tramaine Hawkins. Between 1981-1982, word got out in the church community that Tramaine Hawkins (allegedly) caught her husband in their house with another man according to atoast2wealth.com. Soon after they separated, Walter Hawkins started (allegedly) preaching it was “a blessing to be gay” in 1983.

Our source stated in 1984, Bishop Walter Hawkins moved into a new church building and had an inauguration where many of his supporters and church leaders came to share his honor. There, our source stated, they saw disco singer Sylvester and his partner had attended the event as well.

Sylvester had become a regular member of Bishop Walter Hawkins church and at this time in early 80s.

Our source told us that when Sylvester died, there was controversy over where his funeral would take place. Now, after Sylvester found a so called church home he could feel comfortable in, there was opposition to having his funeral at Love Center by the board, members and yes, Bishop Walter Hawkins.

All of them felt it would give the church a bad image. WHAT?! Surely, Sylvester gave sizable donations and tithes and offerings while he was living and now his own pastor is ashamed of doing his funeral? Ultimately, his funeral was performed at Love Center but Hawkins did not perform it; instead Pastor Yvette Flunder did, who at the time was his associate pastor.

"POWERFUL BLACK FIXER & CELEBRITIES LINKED TO GLOBAL PEDOPHILE RING "

Introduction:

According to Scallywag Magazine: Black Fixer Derek Laud (pictured above) was a sadist with an abnormally large manhood and he was particularly violent and without mercy in his treatment of underage boys. Victims would end up in casualty wards (rectum damage). Laud was a leading political fixer and adviser to Margaret Thatcher. He was also employed by other political powerbrokers and celebrities.

As a student, Derek Laud allegedly pimped his classmates to wealthy and influential adults.

"Deceased investigative journalist Simon Regan challenged Laud and other alleged pedophiles. He died after his final tirade against Laud.

One of the alleged victims died in a fire also linked Laud to the abuse he suffered.

Many of the underage children died under mysterious circumstances.

Laud continues to deny these allegations.

European celebrity Jimmy Savile (was the alleged kingpin of this pedophilia ring). Last December, the BBC program "Newsnight" was to air a documentary on Savile's pedophile past but the show was cancelled at the last minute.

Not only were European celebrities involved with this pedophile ring. Allegedly, unconfirmed rumors are circulating that Black and White celebrities (from the U.S.) may have also been loosely affiliated with this ring when they vacationed in Europe.

Backstory:

Jimmy Savile, the kingpin of the above pedophile ring, (pictured directly above) is accused of sexually assaulting spinal injury patients (paralyzed) in their beds and even the corpses of deceased youngsters in hospital morgues.

Savile even rigged Her Majesty's Customs to import illegal child pornography into Britain.

"COMMONLY REFERRED TO AS THE PRETTIEST MAN ON EARTH"

In the 70's & 80's, Sir Lady Java was commonly referred to as "the prettiest man on earth!"

This transgendered nightclub singer (who hailed from New Orleans) took Black Hollywood by storm!

She was booked for celebrity parties and had a popular stage show (erotic dancing and impersonating celebrities); often attended by A-list movie stars.

Allegedly, Rock Hudson and Raymond St. Jacques were in pursuit of Sir Lady Java because she was "pre-op."

She was also pursued by foreign millionaires.

Regarding women, Sir Lady Java said: "In my entire life, only one woman has ever aroused me, Lena Horne!"

Lena Horne attended her stage show, afterward, she said: "Unbelievable, he's so feminine, I can't believe he's really a man!"

 

"GAY SOAP ACTOR PARTIED HARD BEFORE SUCCUMBING TO AIDS"

Robert Christian (also known as Bob and Bobby) was born in Los Angeles on December 27, 1939. He died of AIDS-related complications on January 27, 1983 in New York City at age 43.

Christian had roles on "All My Children," and "Search For Tomorrow," but his biggest soap role was as Bob Morgan on "Another World."

Christian last aired a month before he passed away.

Backstory:

"In Justice For All," Robert Christian had a memorable role as a drag queen named Ralph that Al Pacino represented.

Through "Another World, Christian met fellow actor Howard Rollins, Jr. It was a friendship made in heaven. They partied at the New York gay clubs and patronized homosexual events around the city.

According to Christian's friend Bonnie Greer:

Bobby was one of those New York actors who could play anything. He lived hard, partied hard, and did all the big roles. One day I got a call from a friend saying that Bobby was in hospital with pneumonia. We all thought it was strange. I expected to see him very soon, being his same crazy self, only, maybe a bit weaker from the illness. Bobby died two weeks after being admitted. No one could understand it. He had gone so quickly, so without warning. It was impossible to imagine the New York theatre world or life without him. I had had a massive crush on him, until I met his gorgeous boyfriend, and to be honest, even he didn’t completely erase my feelings for the handsomest Black man I had ever seen.

(JUICIEST BOOK BY A FORMER MOTOWN ARTIST)

Motown Era:

by: Ben Edmonds

When we first encounter Bettye LaVette in her new autobiography "A Woman Like Me," it is the mid-1960s and the Detroit soul singer is being dangled by one foot from the roof of a building 20 stories above Amsterdam Avenue in New York City, her fate in the hands of the furious pimp-lover she was attempting to leave.

She explains in her book how she slept with her first music producer at age 16, also claiming to have slept with Otis Redding, who asked her to marry him even though he had a pregnant girlfriend at the time. She says she was the mastermind behind a party held in order for a young Stevie Wonder to lose his virginity. She talks regretfully about how she never got a chance to add Marvin Gaye to her list of sexual conquests. After hounding him with many invites to her room, he finally showed up, but she just happened to not be alone. “Marvin had finally come for me, and I blew it,” she writes.

She refers to Diana Ross as a stuck up bitch. One evening, G.C. Cameron (first lead singer of the Spinners) and Bettye were at a bar. When he informed her that Norman Whitfield had passed, she replied, "Good." She also has a strong dislike for Stevie Wonder.

Bettye Lavette Quote: "A word about physical violence. I realize it's politically incorrect to admit this, but the sight of a man slapping a woman did not horrify me. Context is everything. In the context of Detroit showbiz culture of the sixties, men slapped their women around.They just did. It may sound radical to say so, but some women needed that. Some women even benefited from that. We all knew-we saw it with our own eyes-that Ted White (producer/husband of Aretha Franklin) was slapping Aretha around. But without Ted's grooming, Aretha would never have been a superstar.

Same with Ike and Tina...Without Ike, there would be no Tina...Tina could have left. She chose to stay because she wanted to learn the lessons he had to teach. And those lessons resulted in her becoming a millionaire many times over"

The book also relates her early struggles in the seedy R&B world of New York and Detroit, a world that she said was full of “producer-pimps,” whom female singers like herself felt compelled to sleep with to further their careers.

She talks vividly about her drinks and drugs, and her tangled romantic relationships with a string of drug dealers, pimps, producers and other artists, including the jazzman Grover Washington Jr. and the vocalist Solomon Burke. She even relates how she worked in a shady “sex clinic” to make ends meet.

Fifty years ago the Detroit music scene was in explosive bloom, and LaVette was one of the city's bright young stars; after giving birth to a baby at 14. She entered the industry at 16. Her commanding voice crashed the R&B Top 10 with a saucy boast called "My Man -- He's a Lovin' Man." The talent it showcased predicted an ascendance that would seat Bettye LaVette alongside her neighbors Smokey Robinson and Aretha Franklin at the table reserved for immortals.

It didn't happen. She continued to make records, some of them great, but none caught the necessary breaks and many were never even released. Everyone acknowledged her dazzling potential, but nobody could give it the proper setting. Her bad luck, some of it self-inflicted, was as tenacious as her talent. The ledge we meet her on is one she would dangle precariously from, metaphorically speaking, for decades.

LaVette is an unabashed sensualist for whom sex -- whether deep, casual or strategic -- has played a part in her life she has no interest in disguising or downplaying. Likewise, she offers no apologies for her fondness for alcohol and the occasional medicinal cigarette.

Her narrative is studded with remembrances of Marvin Gaye, James Brown, Jackie Wilson, Diana Ross (whom she pointedly calls Diane), Otis Redding and other luminaries. Some may wish they had not been remembered. In one sharply recalled scene, the wife (Sharon) of famed Motown songwriter Brian Holland catches him having a rendezvous with Miss Ross at the Twenty Grand nightclub and delivers a savage and very public beat-down of the diva.

The early part of the book paints a vivid picture of a vanished city, the Detroit of Black Bottom and her parents' blind pig, the Graystone Ballroom and Phelps Lounge and Paradise Valley. While big names will grab the attention, her most poignant portraits are devoted to relative unknowns, prisoners on the fringe with her. Like Rudy Robinson, the doomed piano genius who was LaVette's accompanist for many of the leanest years.

"Ooh, that man could make me so angry," she says. "He was a brilliant musician and a hopeless drunk. We argued every single day, and I fired him at least once a month ... for 30 years! But without him, and of course Jim, I wouldn't be the artist you see before you."

Jim is Jim Lewis, and LaVette's relationship with the union official and music aficionado was central to her development. He was her mentor, manager and biggest booster, and it was under his tutelage that a talented know-it-all became an authoritative singer and polished performer fit for any stage in the world.

"It's hard to talk about me without talking about what I learned from him," she acknowledges. "Jim once took me to see (singer-bandleader) Billy Eckstine at the Roostertail. I was 17 and did not want to be there. When we went into the dressing room Jim said, 'Billy, I'd like you to meet a young lady who wants to be a singer.' Wants? I had a record in the charts; Billy Eckstine hadn't had a hit in 20 years! I was offended, but Jim was right. He knew how much I didn't know. I fought him every step of the way, but he made me see it."

LaVette continues: "That's why I can't believe things like 'American Idol.' I know how long it took me to possess, truly possess, even one song, so what 'American Idol' promises in a few weeks is not real.

“No one has enjoyed sex more than I have,” mulls LaVette in the book’s closing pages, looking back on decades of hedonism and hardship with fondness and bittersweet resignation. “I’ve learned to f*ck with the best of them. And yet, unlike singing and cooking, I can’t say that sex is better than ever.”

The Most Dangerous Magazine In The World To Work For:

Doing a trip to the Dominican Republic, an attempt was made on the life of editor Robert Harrison. He was shot but recovered.

Insurance companies cancelled the life insurance policies of everyone who worked for "Confidential," claiming they were 'poor risks.'

There were a number of reported suicides and accidents under such circumstances, since they could be murders.

A "Confidential," writer killed herself the night before she was due in court and Mae West's black chauffeur died mysteriously; the night before court proceedings began.

Leading Man Was A Transvestite:

Don Dailey was born and raised in New York City. He appeared in a minstrel show, and then in vaudeville before his first Broadway show in 1937. He was signed by MGM in 1940.

In 1946 he was taking Linda Darnell's dresses from the Fox wardrobe department. Howard Hughes made him return them, but gave him a gift certificate for $5,000 at a leading department store.

He was teamed with Betty Grable in "Mother Wore Tights," in 1947. He was nominated for an Oscar for his performance in When My Baby Smiles at Me, 1948 – also with Grable. It is said that she also lent him some of her screen wardrobe - the best couture that Hollywood had to offer. Dan became one of the top male leads at Twentieth Century Fox in the early 1950s.

Andre Previn, the composer, tells in his biography how Dailey turned up drunk and in female clothing for the press screening of "It's Always Fair Weather," in 1954. Dailey co-starred with Johnnie Ray in There's No Business Like Show Business the same year, and was close to him afterwards. There were rumors that they were more than friends.

He married his fourth wife, Gwen Carter, in February 1955. In June "Inside magazine," wrote that "After every binge he shows up around the film colony, decked from head to toe in outlandish female attire." In September that year "Uncensored," ran an article dispelling the rumors that he was a transvestite (which was a way of repeating the stories without being sued).

In January 1957 "Confidential," ran "The Night Dan Dailey was Dolly Dawn" claiming that he had danced in a pink tulle dress in a New York gay bar the previous March. Betty tried to save Dailey's career by pointing to his wife and family, but his film career was essentially over by that point, although he continued in television into the 1970s.

In 1976, actress cum gossip columnist Joyce Haber was on television promoting her novel about Hollywood, "The Users." Asked to dish some gossip, she mentioned that one of the top dancer-actors was a closet transvestite with a costly and beautiful wardrobe that many women would envy.

After the suicide of his only son (from his third marriage), he was an embittered alcoholic. He died three years later, just after he had played boyfriend Clyde Tolson in "The Private Files of J.Edgar Hoover," 1977. He appeared in over 60 films.

"GAY PARTY PROMOTER FOUND DEAD AFTER ARRANGING SAUDI SEX PARTIES IN D.C."

by: Ken Layne

Dean Johnson was a six-foot-six bald-headed HIV-positive meth-using porn star and glam-rock frontman known for his New York events such as C.B.G.B.’s “Rock ‘n Roll Fag Party.”

He was found dead in D.C. , and his unidentified corpse sat in a local morgue for days before being identified.

According to the New York Post, Johnson was routinely visiting Washington to run “weird sex parties” for an unidentified Saudi millionaire.

E-mails from Johnson’s computer reveal he’d been going to D.C. regularly “to set up weird sex parties for a wealthy Saudi guy. Nobody knows his identity, but it’s all very suspicious.”

Johnson’s friends in New York suspect he was murdered. He was reportedly watching “Cruising” on DVD — the one about murdering gay prostitutes for kicks — just before his death. He was the second person to die in the same apartment within a week.

Allegedly, rich and powerful men attended these parties.

In certain circles, Johnson was referred to as the "Velvet Mafia," frontman.

EXCERPTS FROM THE BOOK: "WAS JONESTOWN A CIA MEDICAL EXPERIMENT?"

Part 2:

According to author Michael Meiers:

Jonestown was an espionage experiment to determine whether it was possible to establish a large mind-controlled slave labor force. Jim Jones was an operative.

Prior to the purchase of the Guyana property, allegedly, the entire staff of an State Mental Hospital were dismissed and replaced by Jim Jones's personnel. According to mind-control survivors, Josef Mengele programmed inmates there, at that time period. One member of Jones's staff at the mental hospital was allegedly the mother of a disgraced NFL player.

The People's Temple parishioners did NOT commit "suicide," despite widespread belief to the contrary. Most took forced injections under the shoulder blade, and some 30 percent were shot. There wasn't enough cyanide in a glassful of the punch to kill an adult. It killed children. The adults had to be murdered at the People's Concentration Camp by Jones's death squads.

Jones was a Nazi with a KKK father. At the age of five, little Jimmy combed his hair in Hitler's style, and he delivered "funeral orations" over the dead pets of his friends-animals he'd murdered. Jones was Nazi, not "left-wing."

And it was not Jones's corpse found at Jonestown, but a double.

Jones survived the carnage.

Thorazine was used regularly at Jonestown, Guyana group control experiment. Survivors of Jonestown have testified as to its effectiveness. After this gruesome experiment in mind control came to its end with a massacre, large amounts of drugs were discovered. Just one footlocker at Jonestown alone contained 11,000 doses. The authorities prevented chemical autopsies of the bodies to insure secrecy of this sophisticated concentration camp which was used for medical and psychiatric experimentation.

Jonestown was actually a tightly-run concentration camp.

The other half who fled into the jungle were deliberately hunted down and shot in cold blood.

Allegedly, an authority wrote a book, titled "All The Nig*ers Are Dead!" When a reporter asked him to explain the crudeness of that name, he replied, "Sir, that's what they were. Both blacks and whites were n*ggers; that's what any slave is; that's what they were.

Trauma camps are used to breed? and brainwash vicious criminals. They operate in conjunction with Mental Institutions and several orphanages.

In Related News:

Numerous highly skilled secret agents and assassins were recruited from orphanages in the 60's and 70's.

They were trained for two years in weapons, hand-to-hand combat, languages and poisons.

Orphans were targeted because they lacked family ties and were desperate for acceptance and love and they were extremely loyal.

"Brotherhood of The Rose," is based on two brothers recruited from an orphanage by the CIA.

Very good read.

"SHADOWY" (THE DARK NET-NAVIGATED BY HIDDEN WIKI MAP)

by: Adrian Chen

Tor Network, an online anonymizing technology that is often referred to by the much more sexy nickname "the dark net." The dark net is a shadow internet where people can do what they please with little fear of being tracked down and identified up until recently. Activists in oppressive regimes use the dark net, but so do drug dealers, gun dealers, assassins, diamond brokers and pedophiles.

In June 2011, a man called up the Detroit office of the FBI to report a child porn violation, according to documents obtained via a Freedom of Information Act request by transparency agitators Muckrock. The man said he'd found a dark net website called "TSChan," which was hosting child porn.

"He said it looked like child pornography because he could tell the subjects were very young with some in diapers," wrote an FBI agent who conducted a follow-up interview with the tipster.

The guy didn't want to see child porn. He'd just been trying to visit "Silk Road," the dark net drug market we exposed a couple years ago. Which must have been a sort of awkward admission to make in an interview with an FBI agent. But in the process he came across TSChan through a link on a dark net directory website.

The directory was almost certainly "The Hidden Wiki," which is the best map to the dark net. The crowdsourced Hidden Wiki features the following categories—"Markets," "Drugs," "Erotica," etc.—and is the starting place for many dark net newbies.

This isn't to say that people on the dark net are completely impervious. Some vigilante Anonymous hackers exposed the IP addresses of visitors to a dark net child porn site with an elaborate sting last year. And through careful infiltration, authorities were able to take down a dark net drug market not unlike the Silk Road called the "Farmer's Market," in April.

"TSChan," is also no more, apparently chased off the dark net by hackers, according to a note on the Hidden Wiki—it's been moved to a graveyard for "defunct" underage porn websites on the Hidden Wiki.

Source: Gawker.com

(BLACK ESPIONAGE HANDLER)

In 1970, Colston Westbrook (1st photo) became the outside coordinator of an espionage behavior modification experimental group.

He was also the handler of Donald David Defreeze, 2nd pic, (Patty Hearst's kidnapper).

Allegedly, Defreeze was an informant from 1967 to 1969.

Westbrook used beautiful women to lure poor black inmates into the tentacles of his mind control experimental group.

Westbrook: “They accused me of taking sexy-looking black women wearing high miniskirts into the prison. Some of my prime stock (possible recruits) are behind bars. Because if you want to dangle a carrot in front of the inmates to get them to learn and come to meetings, you dangle fine-looking chicks. The SLA women say I tortured the inmates by taking in chicks they couldn’t do anything with. That’s why lesbians were mad at me.”

Colston Westbrook, educated in psychological warfare and the indoctrination of assassination (allegedly) selected and trained a group that became the Symbionese Liberation Army (SLA).

The SLA claimed absolute and sole responsibility for the slaying of Dr. Marcus Foster (with cyanide laced bullets-his heart exploded); and the kidnapping and brainwashing of Patty Hearst.

Ransom demand: Feed the poor people of Oakland. A grocery store took part in the ransom demand and gave out bags of food to hundreds of thousands of people.

In March, 1974, even the SLA had publicly named Colston Westbrook as a CIA and FBI informant.

Westbrook’s prized pupil, Donald Defreeze, admitted being subjected to hallucinogenic mind control-behavior modification experiments.

"NEGRO SPEED KING"

Introduction:

The film "Greased Lightning," was loosely based on Wendell Scott and Charles Wiggins (above). Wiggins suffered unspeakable racism but it didn't affect his talent. He was a major contributor to the race car circuit (he was a race car driver and he worked on Indy 500 cars; he even built his own car "The Wiggins Special").

Backstory:

In the early 20's, Charlie Wiggins was a black shoeshine boy in Evansville, Indiana. Life wasn’t easy. The state of Indiana was controlled by the Ku Klux Klan. In fact, every elected official was a member of the Klan and segregation was considered untouchable by any sensible citizen. Work had already began on a small city located on the Ohio River for (whites only). The Evansville Newspaper held a contest to see who could come up with the best name.

Ignoring the fact that Indianapolis was rumored to be even more segregated than Evansville, Charlie packed up his things, grabbed his wife, and moved to the town that birthed real American racing.

He opened up a shop on the South Side and quickly garnered a reputation for being one of the best. Before long even white owners brought their Indy qualified race cars to Charlie for tuning and advice. Many owners did so in secret or, at the very least, with discretion and as such, no official records were kept as to how many winners Charlie wrenched on. By all accounts, however, you can’t count them on one hand.

The success inspired Charlie to build his own race car – “The Wiggins Special (above).” He tested the car on rough and rutted dirt tracks located throughout the city and reached Indy type speeds with ease. Every year, he entered the car for qualification into the Indianapolis 500 and every year the American Automobile Association rejected his application. They sited an unwritten segregation rule.

Eventually, Charlie found other black drivers and together they formed their own racing association. They raced all over the Midwest and drew large unsegregated crowds. Charlie dominated the series and folks began to call him the “Negro Speed King.”

In 1924, William Rucker took notice of Charlie. William was a black powerbroker that doodled around with the black and white high society of Indiana. Rucker established the Gold & Glory Sweepstakes – an annual 100-mile race of speed and endurance for black drivers on the one-mile dirt track at the Indiana State Fairgrounds.

The KKK didn’t like the attention or the success that Charlie garnered. His shop was often vandalized and he was jumped on a number of occasions. Regardless, Charlie continued to race and pressure the suits at the Indianapolis 500.

In 1930, Harry MacQuinn (a well known white driver) asked Charlie if he could drive the "Wiggins Special," in a race at Louisville. Charlie agreed and drove the car in practice at the event in order to get it tuned. The crowd found out that a black driver was on their track and a lynch mod formed. For his own safety, the Kentucky police arrested Charlie and took him away.

In 1934, “Wild Bill” Cummings asked Charlie to be his crew chief at the Indianapolis 500. The AAA refused Bill’s request, so Bill hired Charlie as a “janitor” and then put him to work on his car at night. Bill ran away with the 500 in one of the race’s best performances ever. Until his death, “Wild Bill” gave all of the credit to Charlie.

In 1936, it all ended… Charlie was involved in a 13 car pileup at the Gold & Glory race. He survived, but his right leg had to be amputated. Charlie went on to champion and train many white and black mechanics and driver’s of the period, but would never race again.

He died in 1976.

"JEALOUS ALCOHOLIC MOTHER MURDERS (TRACK STAR) DAUGHTER"

Introduction:

1993:

Shilie Turner ran every place. She ran to the grocery store for her mother, Vivian King, and came back with two paper bags, filled, in 10 minutes flat.

She jogged to the laundromat with clothing bundles. She bounded past the track trophies and medals piled on the coffee table in the living room, up the stairs in her northwest Philadelphia home, two steps at a time.

"You have to understand," said King, one hand on the portable telephone on her dining room chair. "Shilie was a runner, as simple as that."

Turner did much of her running for the girl's track team, a cherished institution at William Penn High School near Girard Avenue and Broad Street. She ran the anchor leg on several national championship relays. She was going to Clemson University on a full athletic scholarship if she could muster the necessary scores this spring on the Scholastic Aptitude Test. If she couldn't get the scores, top junior colleges were lined up for her.

Shilie planned to run her way out of the ghetto. She was on her way to the Olympic trials.

Allegedly, her mother was not the 'proud mother.' Instead, she was very domineering, often drunk and put Shilie down at every opportunity and humiliated her in front of her friends. According to neighbors, it's as if her mother was jealous of Shillie's future opportunities and growing fame.

And then Shilie vanished without a trace.

Backstory:

Police arrested Shilie Turner's mother and charged her with killing the West Philadelphia track star in their Overbrook home.

Police sources said Vivian King, 42, confessed to investigators that she had fatally shot her 17-year-old daughter, whose body was found in Fairmount Park, 33 days after her mother had reported her missing.

"I was out of my mind," the sources quoted King as telling investigators. ''I'm sorry. I need help."

Turner was shot six times at close range.

King was charged with murder, possession of an instrument of crime and weapons violations. She wore a purple, blue and white jogging suit, a gray hat and handcuffs.

During her arraignment, King stared at the floor and wept. She was held without bail and remanded to the Detention Center.

King's arrest was a shocking twist to a story that began as a missing-child report and captivated people in the city and beyond. Her killing ended her dream of running her way from the inner city to the Olympics.

King, her husband, Clarence Jones, and their 10-year-old daughter went to police headquarters, or Roundhouse, about noon Saturday to talk to homicide detectives after King said she was concerned about rampant rumors that she was responsible for Turner's death. At 4:15 a.m. yesterday, she was arrested inside the Roundhouse.

Her husband, who contracts with The Inquirer to sell newspapers, left and did his job.

Investigators said two guns were recovered from the family house, but according to sources, neither was the murder weapon, believed to be a .38- caliber handgun. That was still missing. King's white Chevrolet was also confiscated as part of the investigation.

According to sources, King said she had killed her daughter at the park, but investigators said she was shot inside the family's rowhouse. They said the shooting occurred during an argument the day King reported her daughter missing.

King was angry at her daughter for coming in late.

Investigators declined to say where in the house they believed the shooting occurred. They refused to release other details. However, sources said a search of the home yesterday turned up bullet holes in the kitchen ceiling and walls. Some bullets were recovered and will be compared to the ones taken from Turner's body.

Turner's stepfather had left for work by the time she returned home about 3 a.m., sources said, and her younger sister was asleep upstairs. The youngster reported hearing something but said she was not sure what.

Before her death, it looked as if Turner, an average student, was running her way to a better life. She had hopes of receiving a full college scholarship and dreams of reaching the Olympics. The head track coach at Clemson University, in which Turner had expressed interest, put her among the top five senior female runners in the country. Three days before her disappearance, she set a regional record for the 800 meters.

Turner was dedicated. She started running when she was 7 and never quit. In 1985, when fourth-graders at William B. Hanna School in West Philadelphia wrote essays on the foods they disliked, one child's words stood out among the denunciations of broccoli and lima beans. As reported in the Philadelphia Daily News, Shilie wrote:

"I dislike candy, potato chips, cake, ice cream and other sweets because they will make me fat and chubby. Too much body fat will slow down my speed and I will get too tired when I am running on the track team."

Shilie inspired others to similar dedication. More than one girlfriend has spoken of how she helped bolster their strength in tough times, including one who said Turner encouraged her to start running competitively again after she had a baby.

"What set her apart was that she was not just a special runner, but a special kid, period," her track coach, Tim Hickey, said after her body was found. "She was special to everybody."

She was a bright star against a bleak urban backdrop, a child who reached deep inside herself and came up with the strength to look hopefully into the future.

When she disappeared, the community raged against the violence of the streets that crisscross her neighborhood, and average citizens, along with political and community leaders, screamed out against the unfairness of it all. At the forefront of the outrage was her mother.

Vivian King was sentenced to 10-20 years in prison.

5 YEARS LATER:

CAMBRIDGE SPRINGS, Pa. — Her face looks noticeably younger than when her daughter was killed more than five years ago.

Twisted locks of black hair, peppered with strands of gray, sit neatly on top of her head. She seems far removed from the person who police and prosecutors say pumped six bullets into her own child.

Tomorrow marks the day five years ago that Vivian King's world came crashing down.

For the second time.

``I'm not holier than thou but I'm not the same Vivian King that left Philadelphia in 1993,'' the 49-year-old mother of two other daughters told the Daily News last week in a visiting room of the State Correctional Institution at Cambridge Springs.

My spirit is free and my hands are not bloody,'' she said in an exclusive interview. ``I sleep at night because I know that I'm innocent. I had the option of taking my daughter's life when she was in the womb but I didn't. I wouldn't wait 17 years to take her away from here.' Yet, King confessed to the murder below.

In January 1993, King reported her daughter missing, sparking a citywide search and national news coverage.

Her daughter was no ordinary teen-ager. Shilie Turner, 17, was ranked among the best high school runners in the country and was considered to be one of the most versatile athletes to ever come out of Philadelphia.

Then, 33 days later, she was found dead in Fairmount Park with multiple gunshot wounds to the left hand and chest, the cheek, head and neck.

Shortly after, the grief-stricken mother gave a detailed confession that stunned the city.

In the confession, King recounted how she and her daughter became involved in a heated argument on Martin Luther King Day in 1993 after the teen came home late. King said she told her daughter she wasn't going to live with her anymore, and that she was going to take Turner to the police station.

As they were driving, ``we were arguing and she was crying and she was telling me how she hated me ... I asked her if she wanted to fight me, but I don't remember what she said.''

The statement said King drove into the park and told Turner to get out of the car if she wanted a fight, and she did. She said they walked into the woods.

``That's when she picked up a bottle and I hit her on the side of the head again with the gun,'' the statement said. ``Shilie fell and must have hit her head on something on the ground. She was just laying there and not saying anything. She was just laying there with her one hand kind of up by her face. Then, I just shot her.''

After shooting her daughter, the statement said, King went home and went to sleep.

In the Daily News interview, King admitted that she was an alcoholic who needed help when her daughter died, but she maintained her innocence.

King said she has found God while in prison and is learning to live with her circumstances.

It's not so unusual that she maintains her innocence all these years later. Many prisoners do, according to defense attorney Berto Elmore.

King was sentenced to 10 to 20 years on Nov. 4, 1993, after jurors found her guilty of third-degree murder, based mostly on circumstantial evidence.

The weapon was never recovered, but several jurors said they were convinced she committed the murder because of King's hostile behavior on the witness stand and how she contradicted herself.

Prosecution witnesses ripped King's credibility and punched holes in her story that Turner never made it home that night.

Still, people asked: How could a mother kill her daughter in cold blood? And how could that same woman fool the city into searching for a child she knew was never coming home?

Those questions and King's tale recently haunted Philadelphians again following the murder of 6-year-old Jacqueline Veney, allegedly by her foster mother, Lisa Price.

Police say Price, 35, who is awaiting trial in the child's killing, confessed to beating her to death and dumping her body in the Schuylkill River. Her body was found in a gym bag near the University Avenue Bridge on Sept. 22, three days after Price reported the girl missing.

King became visibly upset when compared to Price.

``That's going to come up over and over again whenever a child is killed in Philadelphia, but I don't want people comparing me to her because I didn't kill my daughter,'' she said. ``Whatever the public's opinion of me, so be it. It's out of my control.''

A key difference in the cases is that Price, police say, confessed to killing the first-grader and in the month she has been jailed has not recanted. King, on the other hand, confessed to her daughter's murder and two days later claimed she had been coerced. She also claims to have been hung over when she was questioned by homicide detectives.

``Shilie and I had a mother-daughter relationship,'' she said. ``It wasn't a happy-go-lucky house all the time. We had our ups and downs.''

Most of the downs resulted from King's drinking problem, she admits. King said she attends Alcoholics Anonymous meetings at the minimum-security prison where she now lives, located 20 miles south of Erie.

Back in the early '90s in Philadelphia, if King wasn't in a bar, she could be found chugging down corn liquor with friends in a ``speak-easy,''she said.

King admitted she wasn't the most pleasant person to be around a lot of times.

She admitted she was strict with her popular daughter, who attended William Penn High School, and wasn't as supportive as she could have been.

They made me out to be a mother who was abusive, who didn't care about her daughter. They portrayed me as a gorilla mother and Shilie as Cinderella. If I was such a monster she would have ran away,'' King said. ``Shilie was not going to do whatever she wanted to do. Yes, she did have restrictions. She knew she had chores to do and to try and get employment for herself.''

King beams with joy when she talks about her slain daughter, and said her drinking kept her from being more supportive.

While Turner competed in more than 100 track meets in her short lifetime, King only attended a few.

``I attended three or four meets, not many. She always told me that she can't do her best when I'm there,'' she said. ``It wasn't because I wasn't supportive. I was the one who started her at my church with track and field.''

King agreed that her daughter was probably embarrassed for her to be seen at the meets because she was often drunk.

Despite her current circumstances, she readily takes the blame for her predicament.

It was that drunkenness, King says, that put her away.

``I put myself in here with that lie I told,'' she said, referring to the confession. ``If I wasn't hung over I wouldn't have made that statement. It almost seemed like hypnosis. I was interrogated for more than nine hours.''

``I don't believe in my heart that Shilie is rested because I stand accused of her murder and she knows I didn't kill her nor do I know who did it,'' she said. ``I pray that before I leave this earth, if it lines up with the will of God, that I will lie my eyes on the person who killed my daughter. That would give me closure.''

At one point I thought being incarcerated would make me bitter but not at all,'' she said. ``I just worry about what's waiting for me in the street.''

Allegedly, Vivian King was released from prison in 2004.

(BISEXUAL GIGOLO & LENA HORNE)

Introduction:

Denham (Denny) Fouts, the hustler whose name pops up in works by Gore Vidal, Christopher Isherwood was a scandalous bi-sexual gigolo.

"His life as an international party boy and prostitute to the stars started in the late 1920s or early 1930s. While at work at his father’s bakery in Jacksonville, Florida, a German Baron — a cosmetics tycoon, according to Mr. Capote — discovered the young beauty and whisked him away to Berlin. He was 16, and probably did not look anything like ‘Dorian Gray emerging from the tomb’ — a description repeated in both Mr. Isherwood’s Diaries and his autobiographical novel Down There on a Visit.

"After the Baron, he snagged a Greek shipping magnate, whom he robbed with the help of a sailor. He and the seaman then shacked up at a fancy hotel on Capri, where they ran through the small fortune they lifted from the Greek. Once the money ran out, Denham was arrested, but saved by his beauty when Evan Morgan (the Lord Tredegar) took him on. He spent some time with the Lord before bedding a Prince, Prince Paul, eventually King Paul of Greece. Denham wasn’t part of the plan when the Prince became the King, but it wasn’t the end of the road for the intrepid hustler. He was soon after coupled with Peter Watson, margarine millionaire, publisher of Horizon — a literary magazine edited by Cyril Connolly — and collector of modern art. When WWII came around, Watson sent his young lover, along with Connolly’s wife, Jean, to the US for safe keeping, but not before giving him an astounding parting gift — Picasso’s Girl Reading."

Backstory:

Denny Fouts (1914-1948) was handsome, charming, witty, entertaining and moody. He didn’t have money himself, but lived luxuriously off the wealth and infatuation of others. He played a starring role in the pre-war aristocratic bohemian scene in Europe, where the fun was extravagant and being gay was just fine. Denny amazed and inspired such literary greats as Truman Capote, Gore Vidal, Christopher Isherwood, Somerset Maugham and Gavin Lambert, and his personality sparks the fiction, memoirs, diaries and letters of the most noted authors and artists of his day.

Sixty-four years after his death, Denny Fouts is a cult figure in gay culture, best known by the sensational titles pinned on him. Capote dubbed him “The Best-Kept Boy in the World” (also the title of an upcoming book about Denny by Arthur Vanderbilt II). Isherwood and
others repeated Denny’s reputation as “the most expensive male prostitute in the world.”

But this black sheep from Riverside was more than a switch-hitting gigolo, who parlayed his Southern charm and sexual prowess into a succession of glamorous free-rides.

“Fouts was not walking the street. He had longtime lovers whose attraction for him went far beyond the sexual,” says Nick Harvill, an expert on literary references to Fouts who also assembles content-based libraries for private individuals, many in Hollywood. “Denham Fouts was a male version of the courtesan. He is one of the greatest enigmas of the 20th Century.”

The novelist Glenway Wescott described Denham Fouts as “absolutely enchanting and ridiculously good-looking,” who drew attention wherever he went. Evan Morgan, the British Lord Tredegar, took him to China, where Fouts discovered opium, ushering in an addiction that would dog him until his early death at age 34. He was also once pictured in Time Magazine, according to his cousin, with an aristocratic lover hunting lions in Africa.

He went sailing on the Aegean with lover Daisy Fellows, heiress to the Singer sewing machine fortune, and traveled on the yacht of Greek’s Prince Paul. (The lovers eventually got matching tattoos over their hearts.) After a dust-up about Fouts allegedly snorting cocaine in a Swiss hotel, they parted ways, but Paul (then King) still sent Fouts birthday telegrams, which Fouts showed off as proof of his storied past.

Denny Fouts was potently sexy. Watson, his longtime lover and font of money, said he got an erection every time the man walked into the room. Fouts preferred his sex in public places, in danger of getting caught — with man or woman. He was arrested in Portugal once for a public sex act, but immediately released at the request of a cabinet minister. He was more discreet with teenaged boys, a preference several writers recorded.

Fouts also liked to court scandal. Once, when a Paris waiter reacted disdainfully to the mascara Fouts’ boyfriend was wearing, Fouts ordered a glass of sperm just irk him. In his later opium/heroin/cocaine era, he often wore an American sailor’s uniform or white tie and tails to chic Paris clubs. He frequently went out in Sulka silk pajamas, and fell asleep in them so many times at clubs that he earned the nickname “The Beautiful Sleeping Beauty.”

His connections were as extravagant as his habits. During World War II, Fouts socialized with Isherwood’s crowd of Hollywood moviemakers, actors, and such writers as Berthold Brecht, Tennessee Williams and Aldous Huxley. (Huxley thought enough of Fouts to dream of him 11 years after his death: Denny was riding a white horse next to a cliff and fell into a cave, hurt and in pain.) Fouts once shot flaming arrows from the Paris apartment of writers Paul and Jane Bowles onto the Champs-Elysées, scaring the daylights out of their guests. And the gifts bestowed upon Fouts ranged from Picasso’s “Girl Reading,” which hung over his sofa in California, to suitcases decorated by Salvador Dali.

Fouts’ intimacy with the rich and famous is perhaps best summed up by one anecdote. At noon one day, Fouts and Isherwood popped in on Denny’s lover Lena Horne, before she was even out of bed. “Lena darling,” Denny announced, “I’ve brought a friend to take a shower.” Horne thought it a perfectly natural request.

Sophisticated and spoiled by the finer things in life, Fouts was also scrappy and compassionate. In Los Angeles, he got drunk with Mexican gang members, slicing his arm to become their blood brother, and taking a DUI rap to cover for their accident while joy-riding. He saved the lives of three men fighting a wildfire in California while interred in conscientious objector camp, and accompanied Isherwood on charitable trips to Okie camps. He brought a black friend to Los Angeles restaurants where blacks weren’t allowed.

He sold his Picasso for $9,500 to finance his comeback in Europe. Vidal, Capote, Isherwood and the young Michael Wishart all visited Fouts at his Rue du Bac apartment in Paris — and all witnessed his return to drugs. Wishart the painter wrote a grim account of those times: Denny doing opium, heroin and cocaine. Fouts, with curtains drawn, sharing opium with his dog, Trotsky. Fouts passed out on the bathroom floor, hypodermic needle stuck in his arm. Fouts, with eyes blackened after the electric shock treatment he took to try to cure his addiction.

Fouts became fearful and paranoid. He stopped smoking his beloved opium because it left a smell in the air, and made do with cocaine and heroin. Fouts’ paranoia pushed him to Rome, where he had heard that heroin was plentiful and cheap, according to Wishart (other writers’ accounts vary). Not long after, Fouts’ heart failed when he was on the toilet in his apartment, during a party.

“He died pretty much like Elvis,” says his niece Diane Cunningham.

Sources: Richard Wall & The Advocate

Unsolved Murder For 41 Years:

Jimmy Ruffin (born May 7, 1939) is an soul singer, and elder brother of David Ruffin of The Temptations. He had several hit records between the 1960s and 1980s, the most successful being "What Becomes of the Brokenhearted."

Jimmy Ruffin, 73, lives in England where he continues to tour and perform.

Backstory:

In April 1971, Dorothy Leyden (3rd photo) was brutally raped and murdered in Manchester after going to see Jimmy Ruffin in concert with friends. In her handbag was a towel which Ruffin had thrown into the audience and she'd caught.

Ruffin was asked if he had seen anyone watching Dorothy while he was performing, or acting suspiciously in the club.

The case has been re-opened. Her killer has yet to be found, and the murder remains unsolved. Many locals suspected serial killer Trevor Hardy was the killer, after he confessed to three similar murders before, but DNA tests proved that Hardy did not kill Leyden; therefore, the killer remains unknown.

"ONE OF THE MOST NOTORIOUS COLD CASE MURDERS IN U.S. HISTORY "

On Sept. 16, 1968, a young black woman selling encyclopedias was brutally stabbed to death in the town of Martinsville.

For more than 34 years the murder of Carol Marie Jenkins remained unsolved.

But on May 8, 2002, police arrested Kenneth C. Richmond, a 70-year-old career criminal with a history of bizarre behavior and affiliation with groups such as the Ku Klux Klan.

Investigators said Richmond was implicated in the crime by his daughter, Shirley Richmond McQueen, who witnessed the slaying as a child.

State police detectives, working in a "cold crimes" squad, were led to McQueen by an anonymous letter. When questioned, they said, she finally confirmed what the letter alleged -- that as a 7-year-old, she had watched from the back seat of a car as her father and another, still-unidentified man killed Jenkins.

Detectives said they were convinced of McQueen's story in part because she remembered a key detail which had never been made public -- that Jenkins was wearing a yellow scarf.

McQueen, by then 40, reportedly gave Indiana State Police detectives the following account: Jenkins began to flee when she saw the two men running at her. The other man held Jenkins while Richmond grabbed a screwdriver from the front seat in their car and stabbed her, McQueen said she still recalls what her father said when he returned to the car: "She got what she deserved." When they got home, her father gave her $7 -- one dollar for each year of her life -- to keep quiet about what she had seen.

Residents of Martinsville were relieved that the suspect in the case had not been a Martinsville resident. At the time of the killing, Richmond lived on a Hendricks County farm and was just passing through Martinsville on the night Carol Jenkins died. Martinsville's racist reputation was largely based on the Jenkins slaying, though there had been other racial incidents.

According to a court document, in 1985, Richmond was acquitted of murder in an Owen County case. In 1987, he was accused of attempted murder and found not guilty by reason of insanity in Florida. He was fixated upon castrating himself and eventually succeeded. He has had mental health and alcohol problems and was involved with the Ku Klux Klan.

But Richmond never went to trial for Jenkin's murder. He was declared incompetent to stand trial and on Aug. 31, 2002 he died of cancer.

"2 BLACK BOYS WERE MURDERED ON DAY OF BIRMINGHAM BOMBING"

Forty-nine years ago, on Sept. 15, 1963, a bomb exploded at the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church. The blast killed four little girls and became a tragic marker in civil rights history.

Racial violence broke out on the streets there that afternoon, leading to another, less well-known killing that day. For decades, the circumstances surrounding 16-year-old Johnny Robinson's death remained a mystery-2nd photo.

The family didn't talk about what happened to Johnny just a few hours after the explosion at the Baptist church.

"Back in those days parents didn't discuss that," says Leon Robinson, 60, Johnny's brother. "They didn't set down and talk to us like we talking now. Kept everything inside, you know. So we just had to deal with it ourselves. That's what we did."

Johnny's sister, Diane Robinson Samuels, remembers arriving at the hospital late in the afternoon on that awful day.

"My mama was coming out the door, and she said, 'Your brother dead, your brother dead,' " Samuels, now 62, recalls. "I think it was about four, five cops was there. And she was just beating on them. With her fists, just beating, ''Y'all killed my son, y'all killed my son.' "

Her older brother Johnny was dead, shot in the back by a white police officer.

Earlier in the day: Johnny was hanging around with a few other black teenagers near a gas station on 26th Street. It was a tense scene. White kids drove by, waving Confederate flags and tossing soda pop bottles out car windows. They exchanged racial slurs with Robinson and his group.

There was a lot of back and forth that you might expect between individuals that were sympathetic to the death of the girls and their families as opposed to those individuals who had no feelings whatsoever for what was being done," Gillis says.

Witnesses told the FBI in 1963 that Johnny was with a group of boys who threw rocks at a car draped with a Confederate flag. The rocks missed their target and hit another vehicle instead. That's when a police car arrived.

Officer Jack Parker, a member of the all-white police force for almost a dozen years, was sitting in the back seat with a shotgun pointed out the window. The police car blocked the alley.

Gillis describes what happened next.

"The crowd was running away and Mr. Robinson had his back [turned] as he was running away," Gillis says. "And the shot hit him in the back."

Other police officers in the car offered differing explanations for the shooting.

One said it could have been an accident because the driver slammed on the brakes — jostling Parker, who mistakenly fired the gun. Another officer said the car might have hit a bump in the road.

But other witnesses with no ties to the police said they heard two shots and no advance warnings. Some news reports at the time concluded, mistakenly, that the kids had been tossing rocks at the police.

A local grand jury reviewed the evidence back in 1963 but declined to move forward with any criminal prosecution against the white police officer. A federal grand jury reached the same conclusion a year later, in 1964.

As Virgil Ware, 13, soared down a lonely stretch of road outside Birmingham, Ala., perched on the handlebars of his brother's bicycle, he was unaware of the carnage downtown. It was Sunday, Sept. 15, 1963. At 10:22 that morning, four black girls had been killed by a dynamite bomb set by the Ku Klux Klan at the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church.

The church was a focal point of Birmingham's civil rights turmoil that year, but that unrest hadn't touched Virgil and his coal-mining family, who lived in a modest, all-black suburb and rarely even saw white people. All Virgil had on his mind that day was the money he and his brothers were going to make with the newspaper route they had just secured.

Larry Joe Sims, 16, an Eagle Scout at Birmingham's all-white Phillips High School, wasn't preoccupied with the civil rights movement either. His family quietly sympathized with blacks' efforts to eat at regular lunch counters, attend integrated schools and vote without hindrance. His father, a manager at a Sears store, privately scorned Eugene (Bull) Connor, the police commissioner who turned fire hoses and attack dogs on black demonstrators, some as young as 7. Still, if the Simses lamented the injustices, they didn't challenge them. As a teen, Sims had girls, his guitar and the Beach Boys on his mind.

But by 4:45 that Sunday afternoon, as if caught on the billows of the church blast, Virgil Ware and Larry Joe Sims were hurtling toward another racial tragedy. Succumbing to peer pressure, Sims had gone along with friends to a segregationist rally that day--and now he was holding a revolver that his classmate, Michael Lee Farley, 16, had handed him as they rode home on Farley's red motorbike, its small Confederate flag whipping in the wind. As they passed Virgil and his brother James, 16, Farley told Sims to fire the gun and "scare 'em." Sims closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. Two bullets hit Virgil in the chest and cheek, hurling him into a ditch as the motorbike sped on. "I've been shot," Virgil said. "No you ain't," James said in disbelief. "Just stop tremblin', and you'll be O.K."

He wasn't. Instead, Virgil Ware became the sixth and final black person to be killed in Birmingham that Sunday.

"HORRIFIC & TERRIFYING (DOUBLE MURDER-BLACK BOY LYNCHED)

Introduction:

The Murder of Charlie Keever (2nd photo) and Jonathan Sellers (1st photo) occurred on March 27, 1993, in San Diego County, California. The murders of both boys was solved via a DNA match after a delay of eight years.

Charles “Charlie” Allen Keever (1980–March 27, 1993) was a 13-year-old boy, the youngest of three children. His father and two grandparents died before Charlie's murderer was discovered.

Jonathan Sellers (April 18, 1983–March 27, 1993) was 9 years old. His older half-brother, Alton Williams, later became a cast member on "The Real World: Las Vegas."

Backstory:

On Saturday March 27, 1993, Charlie Keever and Jonathan Seller decided to spend the day bike riding.

Jonathan’s twin sister, also wanted to go but Jonathan said he did not want a girl tagging along so she remained at home (her brother unknowingly saved her life).

Around noon, Jonathan and Charlie departed on their 20-inch royal-blue bicycles and went to Rally's restaurant (a local fast-food restaurant) in the Palm City neighborhood of San Diego.

Afterward, they went to a nearby pet store and played with some of the dogs and cats, chatting with the manager and customers. After leaving the pet store, the boys were not seen alive again.

Police surmise that somewhere along their bike ride the boys were lured or went to a makeshift igloo-like fort made out of brush along the Otay River in Palm City where they were molested and killed.

On Monday March 29, 1993, Charlie and Jonathan's bodies were discovered by a bike rider 10 yards from their bikes in overgrown brush on the west bank of the Otay River. Charlie was on the ground, his head on top of his and Jonathan’s clothing. His genitals were bloody and showed extensive bite marks, the autopsy report concluded he was alive when the bite marks were inflicted on him. Tissue samples found in Charlie’s mouth eventually proved to contain the killer's DNA.

Jonathan was found hanging by a rope (lynched) from a castor bean tree. His legs and arms were bound with rope, his mouth gagged and he was naked from the waist down. A rope was wrapped tightly around his neck and his genitals were damaged.

After the crime remained unsolved for some time, Charlie’s mother, Maria Keever, chose to assume the role of a private investigator on the case. She obtained a handgun, dressed as a homeless person, and then eventually lead police to her choice of suspect, whom police then exonerated.

In March 2001, a DNA database identified Scott Erskine (3rd photo) as a suspect, based on the DNA found at the scene of the 1993 murders. Erskine was already in prison for a rape committed six months after the boys' murders.

In 2003, Erskine went to trial on the charges of two counts of murder with the special allegations of sodomy, oral copulation, child molestation and torture and three counts of special circumstances: torture, sexual assault and multiple murders. He was found guilty.

During the penalty phase of the trial, one juror did not want to give Erskine the death penalty, so the judge declared a mistrial for the penalty phase portion of the trial.

In April 2004, a new jury convened voted unanimously for the death penalty. On September 1, 2004, a California judge sentenced Erskine to death row and he was sent to San Quentin State Prison.

SCOTT ERSKINE-A KILLER'S BACKSTORY:

Scott Thomas Erskine grew up in Southern California. When he was five years old, Erskine darted into traffic on the Pacific Coast Highway in Long Beach and was hit by a station wagon.

He remained in a coma for 60 hours. Although physically he appeared recovered, he frequently complained to his mother about headaches, and he experienced "black out" moments where he couldn't remember what he was last doing. At the age of 10, he started molesting his 6-year-old sister, forcing her to perform oral sex upon him. He soon began abusing her friends, threatening to kill them if they told anybody. Erskine attended Southwest Junior High School in San Diego, California and was placed in "special classes" for the emotionally disturbed. At 15, Erskine escaped from a juvenile detention facility, pulled a knife on a 13-year-old girl and raped her. The next morning, he assaulted a 27-year-old female jogger with a knife.

In 1980, while on his way to interview for a camp counselor's position, Erskine beat a 14-year-old boy unconscious during an attempted rape. He also raped another inmate while imprisoned. Erskine begged the San Diego judge at the time to spare him from adult prison. Despite his mother's pleas to send her son to a mental institution, Erskine was sentenced to four years in prison; he was paroled in 1984.

In 1993, Erskine invited a woman, who was waiting for the bus, into his home and held her hostage for several days, repeatedly raping and sodomizing her before letting her go. He was quickly arrested. He was convicted of rape and kidnapping, declared a sex offender, and sentenced to 70 years in prison. As a convicted sex offender, Erskine had to submit his DNA to a database.

In March 2001, the San Diego Cold Case squad reopened the investigation of the unsolved murders of nine-year-old Jonathan Sellers and 13-year-old Charlie Keever. The police tested cotton swabs found in Charlie's mouth that contained semen. Since it was determined the boy was not physically mature enough to produce sperm, the semen could only have originated from the killer. The DNA sample was entered into CODIS, and was matched to Erskine.

Erskine awaits execution on San Quentin's death row.

"BLACK LT. COL. MURDERED BY KLAN"

Introduction:

Lt. Col. Lemuel Augustus Penn (September 19, 1915, Washington, D.C. – July 11, 1964 in Madison County, Georgia) was a decorated veteran of World War II and a United States Army Reserve officer who was murdered by members of the Ku Klux Klan in 1964, nine days after passage of the Civil Rights Act.

At the time of his murder, Penn, 48, was the assistant superintendent of Washington, D.C. public schools and the father of two daughters and one son, Linda, 13, Sharon, 11, and Lemuel Jr., 5.

Backstory:

Lemuel Penn was driving home, together with two other black Reserve officers, to Washington, D.C. from Fort Benning where they were on a summer camp. Their Chevrolet Biscayne was spotted by three white members of the United Klans of America-James Lackey, Cecil Myers and Howard Sims-who noted its D.C plates. "That must be one of President Johnson's boys."

Howard Sims, one of the white killers evidently motivated by racial hatred, said then. Klansmen followed the car with their Chevy II. "I'm going to kill me a nig*er," said Sims.

Just before the highway crosses the Broad River, the Klansmen's Chevy II pulled alongside the Biscayne. The Klansman, Cecil Myers, raised a shotgun and fired. From the back seat, Howard Sims, also a white member of the Ku Klux Klan, did the same.

Penn was shot to death on a Broad River bridge on the Georgia State Route 172 in Madison County, Georgia, near Colbert, twenty-two miles north of the city of Athens. Soon Lackey, Cecil Myers and Howard Sims were identified as the ones who chased the trio of Army reservists.

Sims and Myers, both members of the Ku Klux Klan, were tried in state superior court but found not guilty by an all-white jury. Federal prosecutors eventually charged both for violating Penn's civil rights. They were tried and found guilty by a federal district court jury. Sims and Myers were sentenced to ten years and served about six in federal prison. Howard Sims was killed with a shotgun in 1981 at age 58. James Lackey died at age 66 in 2002. Cecil Myers is still alive.

(NEGRO SETTLEMENT & PEOPLE MYSTERIOUSLY DISAPPEARED)

Introduction:

An African American settlement located on the banks of the Canadian River (in what is now Cleveland County, Oklahoma) disappeared without a trace.

Maps (above) from 1879, revealed a settlement. The settlement was reflected from several decades, and then as suddenly as it appeared-it disappeared from the maps and the pages of history.

Backstory:

For 30 years, this small and mysterious black community lived in Indian Territory, just north of the Chickasaw Nation. They were not transients because a number of cartographers documented them for more than three decades. Then they vanished----with no trace, and no local knowledge of who they were. And what was this settlement really called? Surely those who lived there called it something---but what? Who were the people and where did they go?

"BLACK UNDERWORLD" (NOTORIOUS QUEEN PIN TURNS LIFE AROUND)

Jemeker Thompson-Harston: A long time ago, I was one of the biggest, most successful drug dealers during the 80's. I had no fear of the drug underworld. It was about the "Benjamins". I had been married to one of the most well known drug dealers in Los Angeles, who was killed at age 27, but his death did not stop or scare me.

I was the one who got him started selling weed and cocaine; so it was easy for me to keep the business going after his death. I went on to sell heroine.

I had a man in Atlanta, Miami, Detroit, Chicago and a few in Los Angeles... It wasn't about sex--it was all about material things and M-O-N-E-Y. Money controlled me, not the sex. If I slept with a man, he had to give me something; a house , a car, a mink coat, a piece of jewelry or something. Because I already had everything a person could want, I wasn't about to just give away my body for nothing.

My "toys" were a Rolls Royce, Benz, Excalibur Clinet, trucks, jewelry and a Rolex. I felt I was at the top of the game when I opened my own hair company, Hair Distributors Inc. I was successful, the only black hair company selling and importing Italian hair in L.A.

...BUT THEN an ex-boyfriend, who I once lived with, got busted for transporting drugs. He gave me up in exchange for his freedom.

I was living for the devil. I said, before I turned myself in, they'll have to kill me, so I went on the run for 18 months, until I was arrested at my son's sixth grade graduation.

I told a friend I could not do 15 years, I had never been to prison; I didn't even know the system, but after going to trial as a first time offender, I was found guilty and sentenced to 15 years.

On August 22, 1993, while still incarcerated, I received Christ and was baptized and filled with the Holy Ghost in a small little town near St Louis. I began confessing all my sins to the Lord, seeking His face, meditating on the Word, fasting and praying, listening to His voice, studying the Word, sharing the Word, teaching, leading lost souls to Christ, to God be the glory. Today He is still molding me for His purpose...

WHO I AM TODAY:

Today I am an anointed woman of God. God has given me many gifts to be used for His glory. It's about my personal relationship with the Father today. Because of who I am in Christ, His LOVE, JOY, PEACE, and GENTLENESS lives inside of me.

Book Pick!

This is an excellent book of crime, betrayal and redemption. "Queen Pin," is written by David Ritz; the same man who wrote Marvin Gaye's biography. Jemeker's story is also depicted in an A&E documentary. Available for purchase at Amazon.

"NEGRO LEAGUE FUGITIVE-ON THE RUN FROM THE FBI-NEVER CAPTURED!"

David Brown (born June 9, 1895) was a left-handed pitcher in Negro league baseball.

Considered one of the better pitchers in negro league history, he was also known for serious off-the-field problems. His career came to a premature end when he became a fugitive after allegedly killing a man in 1925.

He was regarded as a "timid nice guy" who did not cause trouble, but during his time with the Dallas Black Giants he was involved in a highway robbery. Although Brown was reported to have become a fugitive, Rube Foster agreed to pay $20,000 for Brown's parole and he became a member of Foster's Chicago American Giants.

Brown's career came to an abrupt end in 1925. He went to a bar one night with Frank Wickware and Oliver Marcelle. Marcelle was a third baseman with a reputation for trouble off the field. A fight erupted at the bar, possibly involving cocaine, and Brown killed one of the participants. Wickware and Marcelle were questioned the next day at the ballpark, but Brown had disappeared.

The FBI searched for Brown but he was never officially seen again.

In 1927, a Pittsburgh Courier column solicited opinions for the best black baseball player of all time. On April 2, John Henry Lloyd announced his list which included Dave Brown. When the Pittsburgh Courier announced a similar list in 1952, they included Brown on their second team.

Place, date and cause of death are unknown, though speculation states that it occurred in Denver (1930) under mysterious circumstances.

James Newman was a brilliant mathematician, the man who introduced the mathematical concept “googol” and “googolplex” (aka “google” and “googleplex”) to the world, and a friend of Albert Einstein’s. He was also a notorious philanderer with an insatiable appetite for women and fast cars, a man who challenged intellectual and emotional limits, and a man of excess who oftentimes fell victim to his own anxiety.

Jenniemae Harrington (above-top of book cover) was an uneducated, illiterate African American maid from Alabama who began working for the Newman family in 1948—and who, despite her devout Christianity, played the illegal, underground lottery called “policy,” which she won with astonishing frequency. Though highly implausible, these two dissimilar individuals developed a deep and loyal friendship, largely because of their common love of numbers and their quick wits.

Theirs was a friendship that endured even during an era when segregation still prevailed. For James, Jenniemae provided a particular ease and shared sense of irreverent humor that he found difficult to duplicate with his beautiful, intelligent, and artistic wife, Ruth. And when the Newman home was darkened by the tensions of the political climate during the Cold War, or by James’s affairs, or by Ruth’s bouts of depression, it was Jenniemae who maintained the point of gravity, caring for the family’s children when their parents were often lost in their own worlds.

From Jenniemae’s perspective, James offered more than just a steady income. He became an unlikely and loyal friend. He taught her to read, and he drove her to and from his upscale suburban house and her home in the impoverished section of Washington, D.C. (and sometimes, much to her chagrin, in his Rolls-Royce), after she had been raped by a white bus driver.

Intrigued by her uncanny wins at the lottery, James even installed a second telephone line in the house so that Jenniemae could keep track of her bets—a decision that raised a few eyebrows at the time.

"WAS MASS MURDERER ALSO 'DRY RUN' ASSASSIN & SANCTIONED JACKAL?"

During a certain time period, convicted Zebra-Manchurian Candidate Jesse Lee Cooks while on parole was also in New Orleans for four months before being found and arrested in Chicago. Cooks arrived in New Orleans sometime in November 1972 and left sometime in March 1973.

Cooks is yet another fugitive freshly out of prison and allegedly on the run from law enforcement but was able to travel across country with ease without any known source of income most likely on deadly clandestine counter-intelligence missions.

Cooks may have been an agent provocateur moving covertly.

Cooks had a high number of body counts.

Rewind:

Five men (including Jesse Lee Cooks), calling themselves the "Death Angels," were arrested and convicted of a l973-74 six month racially motivated crime spree involving kidnap, rape, mutilation and murder of 23 random victims, 14 of whom died.

The term "Zebra" came from a police radio code set up to alert police about communications related to these crimes, but was widely thought to be a reference to the black-on-white nature of the attacks. One of those shot and severely injured was the future Mayor of San Francisco, Art Agnos.

"INT'L FUGITIVE" (THE BLACK D.B. COOPER YOU NEVER HEARD OF)

41 Years On The Run:

On November 23, 1962, Friday night, the day after Thanksgiving, George Wright, (above) then 19 and from East Orange, New Jersey, and three accomplices: Walter McGhee of Sylvan Avenue in Asbury Park, Elizabeth Roswell (McGhee’s live-in girlfriend), and Julio DeLeon of Munroe Avenue in Asbury Park; were involved in the commission of multiple armed robberies.

The four suspects first robbed the Sands Motel in Englishtown of $200. They then made their way to the Collingswood Esso gasoline station on eastbound Route 33 in Wall, At around 9:25 PM, during the second robbery, McGhee fatally wounded Walter Patterson, a 42-year-old World War II veteran and Bronze Star recipient who lived in Howell. Patterson was a father of two teenage daughters. Patterson had relieved his brother Harry C.

Wright, armed with a sawed-off .22-caliber rifle, and McGhee, armed with a .32-caliber pistol, were both wearing women’s pantyhose over their faces when they assaulted Patterson.

McGhee fired two shots during the robbery. Patterson was shot once in the abdomen before the four got away with $70 in cash. Police later determined it was a shot from McGhee’s pistol that led to Patterson’s death.

The four were all arrested two days later. On December 13, 1962, Wright was indicted on state charges along with his associates. McGhee, as the triggerman, was charged with Patterson’s murder and sentenced to a life prison term in February 1963, but was paroled in August 1977.

Wright, as one of the holdup men, was also charged with murder.
On February 15, 1963, Wright reportedly changed his plea from Innocent to No Defense to the charge of murder, in order to evade a jury trial that could have resulted in the death penalty. Wright was subsequently sentenced to 15 to 30 years’ incarceration.

On August 19, 1970, between 10 p.m. and 11 p.m., after serving over 7 years and 6 months of his sentence, Wright joined three inmates and "just walked out" between bed checks from a state prison farm at Leesburg State Prison, now known as the Bayside State Prison in Leesburg, New Jersey. Wright escaped with his future hijacking accomplice, George Brown, who was serving a three-to-five year sentence for a 1968 armed robbery conviction. Allegedly they stole the prison warden’s car to get away. They made their way to Detroit, then a hotbed of radicalism, where they became affiliated with the Black Liberation Army.

On Monday July 31, 1972, Wright, then 29, together with:

George Brown, then 28, of Elizabeth, NJ, (alias Harry Singleton) with whom Wright escaped from prison.

Joyce Brown (aka Tillerson), then 31, of Spartanburg, SC, accompanied by her 2-year-old daughter.

Melvin McNair, then 23, born in Greensboro, NC.

Jean Carol Allen McNair, then 25, from Winston-Salem, NC, accompanied by her 1-year-old daughter and 2-year-old son boarded Delta Air Lines Flight 841 in Detroit. The DC-8 flight was bound for Miami.

Wright was dressed allegedly as a priest and, using the alias the Rev. Larry Darnell Burgess, he smuggled a handgun aboard the flight in a hollowed-out Bible. One passenger described the apparent ringleader as a black male, about 30, wearing a black mohair suit which others described as a clerical outfit. The pilot of the hijacked Detroit-Miami flight, Capt. William Harold May, then 41 and a 20-year Delta employee, said Wright was the group's leader.

The hijackers, allegedly members of the Black Liberation Army, seized the plane as it approached Miami, where they demanded that FBI agents (dressed only in bathing suits) deliver $1 million ransom to the plane; the FBI complied. The hijackers allowed the 86 hostage passengers to leave the plane in Miami, but kept the flight crew. They then ordered the plane to fly to Boston, where they refueled and took on an international navigator. They then directed the plane to Algiers, the capital of Algeria, where they sought political asylum since that government had shown compassion towards those struggling for liberation.

May told reporters that two of the hijackers smoked marijuana continuously during the flight, and commented, “They said they were revolutionaries, that America is a decadent society and they didn’t want to live here anymore.” Upon arrival in Algeria, Melvin McNair had parting words for his pilot: "We're famous," he said, "Send us a copy of your paper."

On Wednesday August 2, 1972, federal complaints of air piracy charges were filed in Miami, naming the five accomplices as defendants.

The Flight 841 hijacking was a copycat of a similar incident two months earlier, involving the hijacking of Western Airlines Flight 701 from Los Angeles to Seattle on June 3, 1972 by Black Panthers Willie Roger Holder, a black Vietnam veteran, and Catherine Marie Kerkow. The hijackers claimed they had a bomb in an attache case and demanded $500,000. After allowing all 97 passengers to get off in San Francisco, they flew to Algeria where they were granted political asylum. The Algerian government confiscated and returned $488,000 of the ransom money to US officials. On January 25, 1975, the two hijackers, carrying passports under the names Leavy Forte and Janice Ann Forte, were arrested on illegal entry charges by French police. On April 15, 1975, a French court refused a US extradition request for the pair on grounds the hijacking was a political act. In July 1986, French authorities moved to deport Holder to the US after he completed his sentence for 1984 assault charges. Kerkow was never extradited.

On September 26, 2011, Wright was arrested in Mem Martins, Portugal after 41 years on the run, as the result of a combined task force that introduced cold-case evidence from New Jersey. The task force matched Wright's fingerprints from the New Jersey prison with the fingerprints on the ID card issued by the Portuguese government. The United States sought his extradition, with the possibility that he will finish the remaining 22 years of his sentence. However, the request was denied on the grounds that Wright is a Portuguese citizen.

Wright, who lived under the name of José Luís Jorge dos Santos, had no known occupation, but allegedly at one point owned a BBQ chicken restaurant, sold items at a stall along a popular tourist beach, worked as a bouncer at a local bar and, similar to Melvin McNair, coached youth in American basketball. He married a Portuguese-English translator who was 13 years younger and, together, the couple had two children. His neighbors knew his first name was George, but did not know his history, assuming he was African, not American.

In 2010, a documentary titled "Nobody Knows My Name," was made about the hijacking. According to Mikhael Ganouna, producer of the film, Wright's hijacking accomplice, George Brown, lives in Paris but isn't worried about being extradited because he has already served his sentence.

THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION ALREADY DECIDED?"

For 17 seconds, Phoenix, AZ (CBS) News affiliate KPHO ran a lower third graphic that showed President Obama winning the Nov. 6th election over Gov. Mitt Romney with 99% of the precincts reporting (screenshot above-on the bottom).

The lower third graphic appeared at 3:31 p.m. on October 19th, during an episode of "The People's Court."

Conspiracy Theory: Has the Presidential candidate been pre-selected? Or, was the station running a test of their broadcasting functionality in preparation for broadcasting the election results?

"WOMAN LOSES ARMS & LEGS-BUTT INJECTIONS TO BLAME"

Introduction:

LOS ANGELES: Apryl Michelle Brown is now a quadruple amputee after her quest to get a bigger backside went horribly wrong, almost costing Brown her life.

As told to “Essence Magazine,” Brown says she was always called “pancake” booty by friends and family growing up. So, when she got enough money, Brown decided to buy a bigger butt. “I didn’t know if I wanted to look like Janet Jackson or J. Lo.”

In 2004, Brown found an unlicensed person to inject her. The person pumped industrial-grade silicone into her buttocks. Over time, the injected area became increasingly painful and infected. It led to Brown having to undergo lifesaving surgery in which all of her limbs had to be removed.

Now, Brown wants to help other women suffering with body image problems and help them be informed. “I was left here for a purpose,” she says. “I have to get the word out.”

Backstory:

A woman has been left a multiple amputee following back-alley cosmetic surgery that went horrifically wrong.

Apryl Brown suffered life threatening infections after having silicone implants injected into her buttocks.

The procedure was carried out by an unlicensed practitioner in Los Angeles, she said, with complications leading to several stints as a hospital inpatient.

It was during those hospitalizations that she suffered the agonizing infections.
‘I got the butt implants eight years ago,’ she told NBC. ‘For five years, I lived in pain. Excruciating pain.’

The mother-of-two said that the back-alley procedure was carried out at a ‘pumping party’ by a back-alley doctors.

‘They call it medical grade silicone,’ she said, ‘but a lot of it is industrial grade silicone.’

Last year Brown’s health deteriorated to the point that she was left with no choice but to have all of her limbs removed.

Once a cosmetologist and fashion designer, Brown hopes to get through her devastating ordeal and begin a new career as a motivational speaker.

She said she credits her words of her family and friends for giving her the strength and will to survive, adding: ‘We don't validate each other.

Convicted: Kimberly Smedley was faces five years in prison for running an illegal butt-injection practice.
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We really don't know how our friends feel about us, unless we have very expressive friends.’
In the past year, several cases of illegal butt-injections have come up.

Among the notorious figures was Kimberly Smedley, 45, who pleaded guilty in March to charges she operated an illegal butt-injection practice out of hotel rooms in Baltimore, Washington, Detroit, Philadelphia and New York. She kept the silicone in a water jug for the procedures-and used 'super glue with cotton balls to prevent silicone leaking out' of the women's flesh.

Smedley was investigated last year after one woman fell seriously ill from receiving silicone injections.

She was arrested at a hotel in Washington D.C. as she was preparing to see customers for treatments.

Smedley, who faces five years in prison, will be sentenced in July.

Illegal silicone injections, often used by sex workers and those in the transgender community to alter their appearance, are incredibly dangerous and can even be life-threatening.

Photo Credit: Essence Magazine. Source: Daily Mail

(NUMBER ONE DEPROGRAMMER IN U.S. HISTORY-IS A BLACK MAN)

Introduction:

Theodore (Ted) Roosevelt (born in 1930) is widely considered to be the "father of deprogramming." The majority of his cases consist of deprogramming cult members, hostages, POW's (if necessary). Criminal proceedings against Patrick have resulted in felony convictions for kidnapping and unlawful imprisonment.

Backstory:

Born in what he calls "a red-light district" in Chattanooga, Tennessee, he was surrounded by "thieves, prostitutes, murderers [and] pimps. From the time [he] was old enough to remember, [he] saw people being killed, shot up, cut up, beat up. The place was so bad even the police didn't want to come there."

He had a speech impediment, which set him apart from the other children. Until he was sixteen, no one could understand what he said, which made him "shy and backwards and miserable and embarrassed" for most of his childhood. According to Patrick, after being taken to countless faith healers, witch doctors and voodoo practitioners, the final straw was an embarrassing spin the bottle game. The bottle pointed to him and the girl wouldn't kiss him. He then decided to take his problem into his own hands.

His speech improved, and with it his confidence and interpersonal skills. He dropped out of high school in tenth grade to help support his family. After working in a variety of jobs, he saved enough to open a nightclub called the Cadillac Club with his cousin. The venture was successful, and eventually he sold his share of the business to his cousin. Patrick was the co-chairman of the Nineteenth Ward in Chattanooga. He planned on opening a restaurant and cocktail lounge; however, according to Patrick, his political enemies obstructed this.

At twenty-five he left his wife and infant son in Tennessee and went with a friend to San Diego, California. There he started the Chollas Democratic Club to assert the rights of the Black community. Perhaps their main accomplishment was picketing supermarkets and other stores to get them to employ Blacks. After he had saved enough money, he brought his wife and children to San Diego. Other organizations he started in San Diego were the Logan Heights Businessmen’s Association, the Junior Government of Southeast San Diego and the Volunteer Parents Organization (VPO.)

During the Watts Riots in 1965 the VPO was instrumental in keeping the violence from reaching San Diego. For his efforts in the Watts Riots Patrick was awarded the Freedom Foundation Award, which ultimately led to his job as the Special Assistant for Community Affairs, under then-Governor Ronald Reagan.

Despite a lack of formal education and professional training, Patrick was hired by hundreds of parents and family members to "deprogram" their loved ones. A high school dropout, Patrick based his techniques and practices on his own life experience. According to Ted Patrick, in a TV debate with members of the Hare Krishna group), he said: "How I got into deprogramming was through my own son. All outdoor boy, couldn't nothing keep him in the house. Then one day, he was psychologic... psychologically kidnapped by a cult."

In this interview, Patrick also explained that his quest to understand cults led him to speak to "witches, warlocks, healers" and in fact, he went "all the way to New Orleans" to the same person his mother brought him to for his speech impediment. He also stated that he spent time in a religious group and after a week "...didn't know where I were, nor how I got there...I was hook." Patrick stated that this research and his understanding of the mind from his ongoing struggle with his own speech, was the background for his work in deprogramming.

On June 12, 1971, Mrs. Samuel Jackson contacted Patrick to file a complaint concerning her missing son, Billy. As Billy was nineteen, the police and FBI would not look for him. Billy was involved with the cult known as the Children of God, which had approached Patrick's son Michael a week earlier. Patrick contacted other people whose relatives were in the cult and even pretended to join them to know how the group operated. This was when he developed his method of deprogramming. He ultimately left his job to deprogram full-time.

Patrick, became one of the pioneers of deprogramming.

"WHITE SLAVE CHILDREN"

by: Erica Taylor

President Abraham Lincoln issued the preliminary order for the Emancipation Proclamation on September 22, 1862. Although by January 1st the document was signed, it was a few years before black freedom was recognized in the South.

One of the first tools for change was education. Now that former slaves could be taught to read and write, funding was needed for the schools. In New Orleans, abolitionists sold pictures that showed very light-skinned mixed-race slave children longing to read. To the naked eye, the children appeared to be Caucasian.

The 25-cent photos were taken and distributed in the mid to late 1860’s in order to draw more money and sympathy from rich whites in the North for the black slaves of New Orleans. The children were posed in ways that would be ‘appealing’ to sympathetic whites. The National Freedman’s Association, the American Missionary Association and officers from the Union Army fostered the propaganda.

Four mixed-race children were used in the pictures, like 11 year-old Rebecca Huger, who had worked in her father’s home during slavery. She was carefully seated next to patriotic symbols of freedom while the caption read “Oh, how I loved the old flag.” The other children were Charles Taylor, Rosina Downs and Augusta Broujey. In a few of the photos, the children were paired with darker-skinned slaves, or former slaves, then sent on publicity tours raise monies.

The signs even sometimes read “White and Black Slaves” to build a sense of urgency among whites. The photos sometimes went into detail about the slave’s life and ownership. For instance, Wilson Chinn, an older dark-skinned slave was described as 'about 60 years old' (4th photo) with the initials of his former 'owner' branded on his head with a hot iron. There were stories of cuts and lashes on the bodies of the slaves in the picture to build sympathy. There were also stories of progression and education for some of the children, highlighting their ability to learn like that of white children.

The U.S. Library of Congress currently holds many of the photos.

Photo Credits: Library of Congress

"BLACK ENTERTAINER PASSED FOR WHITE!"

Ina Ray Hutton (above) led the Melodears, one of the first all-female swing bands to be recorded and filmed. She passed as white throughout her musical career, as the leader of several bands from the 1930s through the 1960s. But when Hutton was a child, United States Census records called her and her family “negro,” and “mulatto,” when the Bureau used that term. Her family occasionally appeared in the society pages of a black newspaper. As of this writing, other biographies of Hutton do not acknowledge her black heritage.

Hutton was born Odessa Cowan at her parents' home in Chicago on March 13, 1916. Her mother, Marvel (Williams) Cowan, was a newlywed housewife, married to Odie Cowan, a salesman. By the time Odessa was three years old, she and her mother were living with her maternal grandmother, and her step-grandfather, a dining car waiter for a railroad. That year, Odessa’s sister, June, was born at home. When the census taker arrived a few months later, their father was not recorded as a resident of the family home.

Odessa and June grew up among black neighbors on Chicago’s South Side. Their mother played piano in dance halls and hotel ballrooms. Odessa studied dance with a prominent black teacher and choreographer, Hazel Thompson Davis. The Cowans' hometown black newspaper, The Chicago Defender, first wrote glowingly of Odessa’s performances when she was seven. But the next year, despite the fact that she had the same South Side address into her teens, mentions of Odessa Cowan in the Defender disappeared. By some accounts, that was the year she was “discovered” by a white vaudeville producer.

In 1930, at age 14, she made her Broadway debut with Gus Edwards at the Palace Theater in New York. As Ina Ray, at age 16, she was a featured singer and dancer in George White’s “Melody;” at 17, she joined the Ziegfeld Follies. In 1934, when Ina Ray was just 18, the manager Irving Mills formed an all-female band and made her the leader. Mills added “Hutton” to her stage name, to capitalize on the notoriety of Woolworth heiress Barbara Hutton. The group was called Ina Ray Hutton and Her Melodears.

Hutton toured with the Melodears for five years. Known as the “Blonde Bombshell of Rhythm,” she conducted her band with her whole body, changing costumes several times each show, from one strappy, sequined gown to the next. In the 1940s Hutton went brunette and led a male band. But the novelty of all-female bands still held enough appeal that Hutton organized another one in 1951 for “The Ina Ray Hutton Show” on television, and earned five Emmys. The show aired on the west coast for four years, and for a summer season nationally on NBC. Hutton continued as a singer and bandleader through the 1960s.

Hutton died of complications from diabetes on February 19, 1984, at Community Memorial Hospital in Ventura, California. She was preceded in death by her fourth husband Jack Curtis, and by her sister, the singer June Hutton.

"DID DR. MAX GERSON DISCOVER THE CURE FOR CANCER IN 1928?"

Disclaimer: We do "not" endorse nor encourage the treatment/therapy mentioned in the following article.

Introduction:

Was the cure for cancer discovered in 1928? The cure for virtually every other chronic disease was discovered earlier-by one man! His name is Dr. Max Gerson and he's lost in history.

According to Gerson, there was a far reaching conspiracy to discredit his work, Why? Cancer is the biggest moneymaking disease.

Backstory:

Dr. Max Gerson, who in 1928 made a startling discovery that his safe natural treatment for cancer patients held enormous promise. He was getting people well by using something that could not be patented-vegetables. At this time in history, a bill was appropriated for $100 million dollars to anyone who could show promise and results in treating cancer. Dr, Gerson in 1946 presented 5 terminal cases and 5 additional patient's records showing his effective treatment and cure for all of these cases. Well, guess what? The Pepper-Neely bill was defeated by four senators who were medical doctors.

Also of note, radio announcer Raymond Gram Swing who was in the room, was as astonished as any of the others and made a broadcast that night detailing these events and Gerson's effective treatment. Two 2 weeks later, Swing was fired from his job.

Gerson died in 1959, eulogized by long-time friend, Albert Schweitzer M.D.:

"I see in him one of the most eminent geniuses in the history of medicine. Many of his basic ideas have been adopted without having his name connected with them. Yet, he has achieved more than seemed possible under adverse conditions."

As Dr. Gerson continued to treat and cure tuberculosis patients, word spread. A well known and well respected physician set up a carefully monitored, in-house, hospital trial to replicate the results of the Gerson Therapy, but the diet wasn't working. The patients made no progress towards recovery; several actually worsened. The hospital was on the brink of ending the trial when a nurse was caught sneaking prohibited food into the ward. Once the Gerson Therapy diet was strictly enforced, the patients rapidly responded to treatment. Of 450 lupus vulgaris patients - patients suffering from a hideous incurable disease-446 were cured.

After Gerson's death, his daughter Charlotte Gerson continued to promote the therapy, founding the "Gerson Institute" in 1977.

TRUTH OR MISINFORMATION?

Dr. Max Gerson described his approach in the book "A Cancer Therapy: Results of 50 Cases." However, when Gerson's claims were examined by the National Cancer Institute (NCI), they found that his records lacked the basic information necessary to systematically evaluate his claims. The NCI concluded that his data showed no benefit from his treatment. The therapy is scientifically unsupported and potentially hazardous.

Gerson's therapy has not been independently tested or subjected to randomized controlled trials, and thus is illegal to market in the United States.

Attempts to independently check the results of the therapy have been negative. A group of 13 patients sickened by elements of the Gerson Therapy were evaluated in hospitals in San Diego in the early 1980s; all 13 were found to still have active cancer. An investigation by Quackwatch found that the Institute's claims of cure were based not on actual documentation of survival, but on "a combination of the doctor's estimate that the departing patient has a 'reasonable chance of surviving.'

The Gerson therapy can lead to several significant health problems, that can lead to death as well as serious illness; especially to pregnant women.

*To learn more about Dr. Gerson and his work, go to youtube and watch the video "THE GERSON MIRACLE!"

"SECRET SOCIETY" (HUMAN SACRIFICE?)

According to Forbiddenknowledge.com

The fatal overdose of River Phoenix on Halloween night leaves hanging a host of questions concerning his death. Why is it, for instance, that three days later medical examiners announced that autopsy tests were inconclusive - but ruled out foul play. If the cause of death was unknown, how could the coroner possibly dismiss the possibility of murder? Toxicology tests revealed that the morphine levels of the cocaine and heroin ingested by Phoenix were respectively lethal. The day after he overdosed, the question reverberated on Hollywood streets: "Who killed River Phoenix?"

The conclusion that Phoenix died of an accidental overdose seems premature. No one knows how the narcotics were administered. No needle marks were found. The identity of his supplier is known. He is not some shadow melting back into narco-obscurity. Five witnesses, according to unconfirmed reports, accompanied Phoenix to a West Hollywood apartment at 10:40 p.m., on October 30, before departing for the Viper Room. One homosexual Los Angeles tabloid reported that the drug dealer who gave Phoenix the fatal dose "has been seen back in action at the club." If so, why wasn't he so much as questioned by police?

Media interest in the Family was eroded by false reports that Argentine prosecutors had been hamstrung by a lack of medical evidence. In fact, the death of River Phoenix coincided with investigations of the Family spreading across Latin America. The last thing the cult needed was a popular junkie film star shattering the news vacuum in the U.S. media by expanding, in some Hollywood fanzine, on his sexual initiation in a cult with notorious international political connections.

In fact, River Phoenix had a reputation for talking too much. In the press, the Phoenix family has distanced itself from Berg's flock, emphasizing their separation from the Children of God. "We were flower children," John Phoenix (River's father, who refuses to tell reporters his true name) told People magazine in September, 1987: "We were full of faith and loved everybody." John Phoenix was so deeply rooted in the cult that he was named "Archbishop of Venezuela" by the group. Rainbow Phoenix, River's sister, told Life in August, 1987 that she debuted as a performer at South American shopping plazas. "We used to sing and hand out pamphlets," she said. "But after two years in Venezuela, the family wanted out of the cult." Arlene Phoenix, River's mother, complained, 'the guy running it got crazy. He sought to attract rich disciples through sex. No way.'"

The veneer of bohemian innocence was shattered in 1991 when, in Details magazine, River recalled his childhood in the cult. He admitted in this interview that he had intercourse at age four and sex with other children until the age of 10.

River Phoenix violated the cult's stricture of secrecy by discussing his early sexuality with reporters. Two years later, on All Hallow's Eve, at the most critical period in the Family's history, he was poisoned with a drug overdose. Had he lived, River Phoenix could have proven to be a dangerous liability to the cult, confirming reports of sexual abuse and child prostitution circulating throughout South America, but largely snubbed by the domestic press. Moses Berg's Family sleeps with powerful political allies.

(HAVE ALBUM COVERS PREDICTED THE FUTURE?)

In September of 2001 (same month and year as 9/11) the rap duo "Coup," released their album "Party Music." The cover (above) depicts two planes crashing into the World Trade Center. This album was released a few days before 9/11. Coincidence?

OBITUARY" (COMIC DIED OF AIDS)

by: Conor McKeon

16 years ago, comedian Charlie Barnett's life was cut tragically short, the end to a drug and doubt-fueled means that had reduced one of the most naturally gifted performers of a generation to an AIDS-stricken, debt-ridden smack addict.

Yet in spite of the sordid details of his demise, it is his Barnett's talent, fearlessness, and generosity — to his audience, his disciples, and his craft — which carry his legacy.

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It took a Village to raise Charlie Barnett.

Born in 1954 to an alcoholic mother and mentally ill father, he lived with his grandmother in the coal mining town of Bluefield, West Virginia until age 11, when, finding little importance in schoolwork, he dropped out and headed north, to be with his mother in Boston. But the socioeconomic obstacles for a black post-pubescent sans education or responsible guardian are nearly insurmountable, and at 19 he is lucky to be alive.

He soon lands in Greenwich Village and begins performing in Washington Square Park which, since the post WW2 Bohemian influx, has served as Ground Zero for some of the most creatively innovative performance art the city/country/planet has to offer, a tradition which continues through the late 70s and early 80s. Each afternoon, artists of every conceivable discipline — poets, jugglers, poet-jugglers — flock to the Park's amphitheater in search of an audience.

In 1980 SNL comes calling. Freshly appointed Executive Producer Jean Doumanian is immediately transfixed by the electric ease with which Barnett prowls the stage. She asks him to return for a reading, an impossibly anxiety-inducing experience on its own, and doubly so when you're borderline illiterate.

Driven by fear of embarrassment (“I read good,” he later explains to People Magazine, “but I read slow…”) an ashamed Barnett skips the second audition and, in the immediate years following, he harbors a debilitating jealousy of Eddie Murphy, the man hired in his stead, whose meteoric rise Barnett feels should have been his.

Shaken, but not deterred, he goes back to work, in the streets. He lands the role of Tyrone Bywater in the 1983 comedy "D.C Cab," the first writing/directing effort from Joel Schumacher, after producers happened upon him performing a set on top of a trash can. He inks a three-picture deal with Universal, and lands the recurring role of 'Noogie' Lamont on the uber-popular "Miami Vice." Finally receiving the opportunities conducive to his gifts, Barnett's jealousy of Murphy dissipates: Whereas only a few years prior he was unable to read any articles involving Murphy, he now tells Jet Magazine, “Now that I'm making it, I watch Saturday Night Live every Saturday.” Allegedly, after a drug fueled rage on the set of "Miami Vice," he was banned from the set.

On March 16, 1996, at just 41, he passed away, succumbing to a heroin addiction and the contraction of AIDS.

Mysterious Murder of R&B Drummer:

Al Jackson, Jr. (November 27, 1935 – October 1, 1975) was a drummer, producer, and songwriter. He is best known as a founding member of Booker T. & the M.G.'s.

Jackson became one of the most important and influential drummers in the history of recorded music at Stax, providing an instantly recognizable backbeat behind the label's artists which included Rufus Thomas, Carla Thomas, Eddie Floyd, Sam & Dave, Otis Redding, and blues guitarist Albert King, who Jackson also produced. In the Seventies, Jackson co-wrote and played on several hits by Al Green, including "Let's Stay Together," and "I'm Still in Love with You."

On September 30, 1975, Al Jackson was scheduled to fly to Detroit, Michigan, to produce a Major Lance session, when he heard a reminder on the radio about the Joe Frazier–Muhammad Ali fight that night. Jackson called Detroit to delay and said he was going to watch "The Thrilla in Manila" on the big screen at the Mid-South Coliseum.

Though still legally married, Jackson was estranged from his wife. In July 1975, his wife had shot him in the chest. He decided not to press charges, but was in the process of a divorce and was planning to move to Atlanta, Georgia, to begin working with Stax singer/songwriter, William Bell.

Jackson attended the screening with Eddie Floyd and Terry Manning, and after the boxing, he returned home to find intruders in his house. He was reportedly told to get down on his knees and then was shot fatally five times in the back. Around 3:00 a.m. on October 1, Barbara Jackson ran out in the street, yelling for help. She told police that burglars had tied her up and then shot her husband when he returned home. Police found nothing in the house out of place and Al Jackson's wallet and jewelry were still on him.

The man believed to have pulled the trigger had reportedly known someone in Memphis and after robbing a bank in Florida, told them to meet him over at Al Jackson's house. Tracked through Florida to Memphis and then to Seattle, Washington, the suspected triggerman was killed by a police officer on July 15, 1976 after a gun battle.

"KLAN CASTRATION"

On April 10, 1956 seven members of Joe Pritchett's KKK (cell) assaulted Nat "King" Cole while he was singing to a white audience at the Municipal Auditorium in Birmingham. The assault was supposed to be part of a much larger attack involving one hundred members who were supposed to overpower the band and the police, but only seven showed up. On April 18, four of the assailants were sentenced to 180 days in jail and a $100 fine, the maximum for their assault charge, and three others were fined for conspiracy and weapons charges.

The cell's most infamous attack came on Set. 2, 1957. In a move to counter attempts by the Rev. F.L. Shuttlesworth to desegregate Birmingham schools, six members of the group abducted Edward "Judge" Aaron (1st photo) from Birmingham and took him to their "lair" -- a small dirt floor house outside of Clarkesville, Alabama. There, by the glow of lamplight they performed a castration on him.

The event was supervised by Exalted Cyclops Joe Pritchett, (2nd photo) wearing a red trimmed Klan robe. The scrotum was preserved as a souvenir, while turpentine was poured on Aarons wounds. Aaron was left for dead on the side of the road until a motorist found him and drove him to a local hospital. Joe Pritchett was found guilty of the crime and sentenced to 20 years in prison Oct. 31.

The jury only took 40 minutes to deliberate the case. Judge Alta King gave him the maximum penalty, 20 years in prison. The judge stated the offense was one of the worst crimes he had encountered in his 35 years of experience. Klabee Jesse Mabry, who had participated in the assault on Nat King Cole; Bart Floyd, who was the one who actually performed the castration in order to become a Captain within the group; and Grover McCullough drew identical sentences.

William Miller, another recently appoint Captain, and John Griffin, who stood guard outside the shack and did not know the details of what happened until after the fact, turned states evidence and got terms of probation. Those sentenced to jail exhausted their appeals in 1959 and began their prison terms in 1959. In 1960 the parole board ruled that they would have serve one third of their sentence-six years and eight months-before they could be considered for parole.

However, the inmates began receiving preferential treatment after George Wallace became governor, and the parole boards decision was reversed in July 1963, after Wallace had made his first appointment to the board, Mabry was released in February 1964, and the others in 1965.

(SINISTER CELEBRITY DEATHS & NEAR FATAL ACCIDENTS?)

Rewind:

According to Ike Turner: Janis Joplin was an average person. Ike adds: "I don't believe she was on heroin. I know she drank Southern Comfort like it was going out of style but I never saw nor heard of her using needles."

"I never thought Janis overdosed on drugs. I always believed the Mafia had something to do with her death, or politicians."

"She had started being very bold onstage, talking about fuck the government. Real bad!"

"When I saw her in Beaumont, TX., I told her to stop bashing the government because "they" don't like it when you do stuff like that."

"A few weeks later, she was dead!"

Backstory:

Within a few years, between 1968 and 1976, many of the most famous names associated with (Pop, Rock and R&B) movement were dead or involved in near fatal accidents. Jimi Hendrix, Otis Redding and Janis Joplin were all at the Monterey Pop celebration, summer 1967.

Paul Williams (above right-back row) of the Temptations also died mysteriously.

Family and friends accepted the musicians depressions or accidents as having to do with alcohol, drug usage, or both. Was anything added to their beverages or drugs to cause personality changes and eventual suicides?

Almost every death was shrouded with unanswered questions and mystery.

Persons around the musicians had strange backgrounds and were often suspect.

Phil Ochs just happened to be touring Africa when a native "robber" jumped after him and cut his throat so that it affected his singing? The most political symbol of protest against the war in Vietnam, songwriter for Bob Dylan, Joan Baez, and many others, is selected from millions of U.S. tourists for assault to his vocal chords.

Stevie Wonder, Eric Clapton, and the Dave Mason band, many others suffered near fatal accidents.

According to Mae Brussell: The nine years in which the musicians allegedly overdosed, drank themselves to death, drove over cliffs, hung themselves, choked, crashed their motorcycles, went insane, or freaked out without any reasonable explanation, were the same years that the FBI and CIA waged a domestic war against any kind of dissent.

Janis used to say that her speed experience was induced by a man. He had been the cause of it. He had brought her lower than she had ever been in her life. Her involvement with the young man started in the spring of '65. He was a very sharp brain and questionable character, engaged in some rather odd activities. Neither his history or his name was his own. He set up a fraudulent international pharmaceutical company in Canada to obtain drugs. He was also a methadrine addict. Janis was an exceptionally vulnerable girl. It had taken Janis about seven months from the time she returned from New York to degenerate into a vegetable, an eighty pound spastic speed-freak.

Robert Hall, a private detective in Hollywood, was killed by a single bullet on July 22, 1976.

So far, there has been a wire service news blackout on the implications of Hall's murder.

Hall's inquiry revealed the drugs were coming from two pharmacies with which he had been employed.

Hall used to own a drug store in Hollywood with co-partner Jack Ginsburg, an admitted pornographer, who was charged with Hall's murder.

Within moments of Hall's murder, his name was linked with possible murder for hire, kidnapping plans for millionaire financier Robert Vesco's son, gun running to Vesco in Costa Rica, the unsolved stabbing of actor Sal Mineo, blackmail, the lost safe deposit box of Howard Hughes that could contain his original will, Beverly Hills financier Thomas P. Richardson (recently convicted of a $25 million stock fraud). Hollywood's most famous celebrities in drug and sex scandals, exposures of televisions stars and high Washington officials, drug traffic from Los Angeles to the Malibu community, international sports events, the Los Angeles Police Department (one of their former agents is now retired, heads the Police Science Department at L.A. Valley College and supplied the fatal weapon used to kill Hall), a possible plot to kidnap Bernard Cornfeld (associate of Robert Vesco), past contacts with Mickey Cohen, the long drug addiction of singer Eddie Fisher, contract employment of Hall by Howard Hughes Summa Corp., the two burglaries of Hughes headquarters in Van Nuys and on Romaine Street. contract for the CIA.

At the time of Hall's murder, his possessions included tranquilizer guns, drug loaded darts that fire gas canisters, electronic bugging equipment of all kinds, and a wide variety of chemical formulas.

Many of the musicians had the potential to become political. There were racial overtones to the black-white sounds, the harmony between people like Janis Joplin, Otis Redding, and Jimi Hendrix. Black music was the impetus that got the Rolling Stones into composing and performing.

According to High Times Magazine: Carl Colby, son of the late CIA director William Colby visited Bob Marley backstage.

While the band prepared for the concert, a gift was delivered, according to a witness at the enclave – a pair of boots for Bob Marley. Conspiracy theorists believe that Marley’s cancer can be traced to the boots: “He put his foot in and said, ‘Ouch!’ He pulled a length of copper wire out – it was embedded in the boot.”

Had the wire been treated chemically with a carcinogenic toxin? The appearance of Colby at Marley’s compound was certainly provocative. [And so was Colby’s subsequent part in the fall of another black cultural icon, O.J. Simpson, nearly 20 years later. At Simpson’s preliminary hearing in 1995, Colby – who resided next door to Nicole Simpson on Gretna Green Way in Brentwood, a mile from her residence on Bundy – and his wife both took the stand to testify for the prosecution that Nicole’s ex-husband had badgered and threatened her. Colby’s testimony was instrumental in the formal charge of murder filed against Simpson and the nationally televised fiasco known as the “Trial of the Century.”

(CONTINUED)

Mae Brussell wrote the above article on dead R&B/Rock Icons. Brussell and Dorothy Kilgallen were the greatest (female) investigative reporters in history. Both women died under mysterious circumstances.

Backstory:

Without a doubt Mae Brussell stands as one of the premier researcher and investigative journalists. She can be accurately described as one of the forerunners of what is now accepted commonly as citizen journalism in the current blogging world.

Brussell was the granddaughter of I. Magnin of the I. Magnin clothing stores, Mae grew up in comfort.

The course of her research took her through black ops such as Jonestown and the Symbionese Liberation Army (SLA) to Nazi collaboration and technical assimilation into the current American landscape. Through government sponsored terrorism, false flag ops, the destruction of the 60's counter-culture; Charles Manson, the Zebra, Zodiac and the Son of Sam murders as a tool of terror, along with assassinations of prominent leaders and satanic ritual abuse and murder. Her expertise became so good that she began regular radio broadcasts of a show that featured her research. She became so effective by naming names and putting together the pieces of the horror puzzle, that she received death threats one of which was from Sandra Good from the Manson family.

On December 16, 1970, Mae's daughter Bonnie Brussell was killed in an automobile accident which Mae believed was a warning to her. Other more egregious threats were launched towards her when she exposed linked elements of the U.S. military to satanic cults and practices.

Developing such a keen eye and investigative acumen, she predicted many events that occurred before they happened, such as:

• In August 1977, Mae discussed Jim Jones and the Peoples Temple move to Guyana. She speculated it might be a training camp for assassination teams. This was more than a year before 913 members of the church were massacred on November 18, 1978.

• On March 29, 1981, much of Mae's broadcast was spent discussing the power-struggle within the Reagan Administration and asked who will kill off their team members first. The following morning President Reagan was shot in Washington D.C.

• On May 29, 1968 Mae confronted Rose Kennedy at the Monterey Peninsula Airport and handed her a note telling her Robert Kennedy would soon be assassinated. A week later he was shot to death at The Ambassador Hotel in Los Angeles.

While in the midst of a far-reaching investigation into a Presidio molestation case (involving military brass) Mae was hit with a fast-onset cancer and died on October 3, 1988; she was 66 years old.

You should know and remember that there are many different compounds and viruses that can cause cancer and can be most effectively modified to aggressively attack the body with very high resistance to treatment. As a tool of covert assassination it is exceptional as it is easily written off in medical forensic examinations.

"COVER-UP? HOLLYWOOD SCANDAL & MURDER-YOU NEVER HEARD OF!"

Actor Albert Dekker appeared in over 70 films.

S&M Murder-1968:

Albert Dekker was found kneeling in his tub. In each arm was a dirty hypodermic needle. A noose was around his neck, a scarf covered his eyes and a horse's bit was in his mouth with the reins tied tightly behind his head.

A leather belt was around his neck, another around his chest and leather ropes connected the two. A third leather belt around his waist was tied with a rope to his ankles, which were tightly bound.

The rope then went back up his body, his manacled hands were in handcuffs.

The word "WHIP" was written in red lipstick on his right buttock above two needle marks. Around his nipples were drawings of sun rays, also in lipstick.

On his chest were the words "Slave," and "Cocksu**er."

A vagina was drawn on his lower belly.

$70,000 in cash was missing along with a tape recorder and expensive photographic equipment.

Yet, this murder was hushed up and quickly ruled a suicide.

Employees at the CIA's Langley, Virginia, headquarters don't have to stand in line to get tickets to superstar events (Beyonce, Jay-Z, Lady GaGa, etc.). They have a top-secret ticketron outlet for concert appearances.

"THE BLACK CHARLES MANSON? (ADOPTED BY MALCOLM X'S COUSIN)

Introduction:

A black racist group that called itself De Mau Mau, targets and murders 12 whites in unprovoked attacks in 1972.

Backstory:

"The scenes evoked grisly memories of the Manson killings. In August, Retired Insurance Broker Paul Corbett, his wife and sister-in-law were found dead, each shot in the back of the head with a .25-cal. gun, in the pantry of Corbett's $100,000 home in the fashionable Chicago suburb of Barrington Hills. A fourth victim, Corbett's stepdaughter, was dead in the blood-spattered kitchen, shot in the chest with a .30-cal. weapon.

A month later Machine Designer Stephen Hawtree, his wife and teen-age son were executed in a similar fashion in the basement of their rural home in Monee, Ill. In both instances there was no apparent motive for the slaughter.

Ballistics tests not only linked the two crimes but added two more. Police determined that the same weapons used in the Corbett and Hawtree killings were involved in the murders of Michael Gerchenson, 19, a sophomore at Southern Illinois University who was found shot to death in May on a stretch of highway near West Frankfort, Ill., and Specialist Five William Richter, 23, who was fatally shot in September while sleeping in a pickup truck parked next to an expressway in suburban Chicago.

Fearing that the murders were the work of a Manson-style gang, some residents of Barrington Hills were even said to have started carrying shotguns to cocktail parties. Last week the gang theory gained some credence. Chicago police announced that they had arrested nine black youths who are members of a little-known group that calls itself "De Mau Mau." The leader was Hakim Jamal (top photo).

Cook County Sheriff Richard Elrod described De Mau Mau as a group of disgruntled Viet Nam veterans. Racial hatred, he said, "could have been one of the primary motives" for the slayings. "I can see no other apparent motivation."

" In addition to the ten Illinois murders, authorities speculated on possible connections with a home invasion at Grand Island, Nebraska, which left two victims dead and one wounded.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

Hakim Abdullah Jamal (1931 – May 1, 1973) was the name adopted by African-American activist Allen Donaldson, who was a cousin of Malcolm X.


Jamal wrote "From the Dead Level," a memoir of his life and memories of Malcolm X. He was romantically involved with several high profile women, notably Jean Seberg, Diana Athill and Gale Benson (above). Jamal was shot dead in 1973.
Donaldson was born in Roxbury, Boston, in 1931. His father was an alcoholic, and his mother abandoned him when he was six. He started regularly drinking alcohol when he was ten and became a heroin user at 14. In his early twenties he spent four years in prison. Finally, his violent temper led to his committal to a mental asylum, after two attempted murders. He later underwent a conversion to the teachings of the Nation of Islam and renamed himself Hakim Jamal.

Though married to fellow-activist Dorothy Jamal, Jamal had several significant affairs. He had a brief relationship with actress Jean Seberg (above). His wife phoned Seberg's father to try to bring an end to the affair. He moved to London during the late 1960s where he met Gale Benson, daughter of the British M.P. Leonard Plugge. They began a relationship which is said to have involved the total domination of Benson by Jamal. Benson's brother described a "strange act" that Jamal performed with her.

He laid her across two chairs, head on one, legs on another, and as I watched, she seemed to go into a sort of coma. She was quivering—and she wasn't acting. Hakim said that being able to do this was proof that he was God.

The writer V. S. Naipaul later described Benson as Jamal's "white-woman slave." Benson traveled to America to raise funds, but was unsuccessful. Shortly after her return she was murdered. Jamal was not a suspect, but it was alleged that a black militant had ordered her death because she was causing "mental strain" to Jamal.

On May 1, 1973, Jamal was killed when four men burst into his apartment in Boston and shot him repeatedly. Police attributed the crime to a factional dispute, linked to Jamal's attacks on Elijah Mohammed. It was blamed on a group known as De Mau Mau. Five members of the group were convicted of involvement in the murder.

Jamal is a character in the 2008 film The Bank Job, in which he is played by Colin Salmon.

GAY ACTOR WAS HIRED TO SEDUCE MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR."

Introduction:

J. Edgar Hoover (known as Gay Edgar Hoover behind his back) allegedly hired struggling actor Sal Mineo to seduce Martin Luther King, Jr. for blackmail purposes. Earlier, Hoover had tried to get compromising photos of King and an gay civil rights activist. The plan failed.

Allegedly, Mineo showed up at several functions where Martin Luther King, Jr. spoke; at one of the events, he introduced himself.

King was unimpressed despite Mineo's celebrity.

Basically, the ploy didn't work because Martin Luther King, Jr. was heterosexual and ignored Mineo's flirtations.

Backstory:

Actor Sal Mineo was stabbed to death in a parking lot after signing on to play Sirhan Sirhan in an upcoming movie regarding JFK. (CIA assassination and post-hypnotic programming were the major themes of the movie.)

Mineo became convinced that Sirhan was innocent. The movie production disagreed and Mineo pulled out of the picture (despite signing an earlier contract). After his murder, the media revealed his homosexuality and the murder was classified as an "gay bashing."

Gay Bars were closing in fear, and Hollywood stars took refuge behind locked doors. A former authority figure claims "Sirhan was hypno-programmed using hypnosis, drugs and torture by a Mind-Control Specialist.

After a lengthy investigation, a black pizza deliveryman Lionel Ray Williams (above) was arrested for the crime. In March 1979 he was convicted and sentenced to 57 years in prison for killing Mineo and for committing 10 robberies in the same area. Although there was considerable confusion as to what witnesses had seen in the darkness on the night Mineo was murdered, it was later revealed that prison guards had overheard Williams admitting to the stabbing. Williams had claimed that he had no idea who Mineo was. Rumors that the attack was in response to Mineo soliciting Williams for sex were unfounded.

There has been speculation that Williams is connected to the unsolved murder of actress Christa Helm (above), who was murdered in the same neighborhood in a strikingly similar way, one year later on the very same day. Williams was not arrested until after the murder of Helm.

At the time of her death, Helm was dating Frankie Crocker (above), Mick Jagger, Joe Namath, George Hamilton, Jack Nicholson and Ryan O'Neal.

Wealthy gambling czar/gangster-Mickey Cohen claimed to be a friend of the late Sal Mineo. The former hit-man contacted the press after Mineo's death.

Cohen was also cozy with Jack Ruby.

And Cohen controlled the Santa Anita race-track where Sirhan was employed.

Sirhan and Cohen were allegedly close to Desi Arnez. In 1966, Sirhan wrote in his notebook that he landed a job at the stables "Corona Breeding Farm," (before the RFK assassination).

The stables were co-owned by Desi Arnez, Buddy Ebsen and Dale Robertson and several ultra conservatives.

Sal Mineo's killer was paroled in the early 1990s, but was imprisoned again for criminal activity.

"THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF A NEO-SOUL/R&B SINGER"

Introduction:

Ephraim Lewis was set to be a star. While his debut album "Skin," released in 1992, failed to generate massive commercial success, it highlighted the immense talent of this British singer and led many to compare his pure ability to that of Michael Jackson and Luther Vandross.

It was believed that the only reason the album had failed to sell tremendously well was due to poor writing and production, Elektra Records sought to resolve this issue, sending Ephraim to California to work with some of the best in the business.

His talent was so pure and genuine, he could sell out European venues without a hit song.

Unfortunately, Ephraim was never to finish the second album . On March 18, 1994, Ephraim Lewis (was pushed or fell) from a balcony in Los Angeles and smashed his head against the pavement, going brain-dead.

Backstory:

Ephraim Lewis (1968 – 18 March 1994) was an English soul/neo-soul and R&B singer and songwriter. He was one of many highly anticipated performers that emerged in the early 1990s. However, he died with only one album to his name.

Born in Wolverhampton, Staffordshire, England, Lewis, known for possessing a higher-timbred, yet rich voice and impeccable diction, that drew comparisons to fellow English musician, Seal. He signed with Elektra Records in 1992 and his debut Skin was released on 21 April of that year.

Lewis died on 18 March 1994 in Los Angeles in what was ruled a suicide. The coroner ruled that Lewis had jumped from a fourth floor balcony. The exact events that occurred on that day are disputed.

The LAPD were present during his jump and what exactly transpired has not been agreed upon.


Some reports indicated that Lewis had been stunned with a Taser after a hyperactive exchange.

His death remains a controversial mystery to this day.

Lewis was buried on 21 April 1994.

"FRAMED?" (THE MAN WHO DISCOVERED R. KELLY)

Introduction:

Black record executive David Hyatt (1st pic) discovered R. Kelly.

Allegedly, he wanted to form a black owned distribution network-independent of the big 4 record labels. This would have made black executives and artists rich beyond their wildest dreams; this angered the powers that be.

Shortly after this announcement, he was arrested and convicted of drug trafficking.

He says he was framed.

Backstory:

Barry Hankerson had used his company to launch the career of R&B singer R. Kelly in 1992, after he had made a move to buy out his rival, fledgling artist manager and record executive David Hyatt, who had discovered Kelly. Both saw the lucrative potential of Kelly and wanted to manage him. Hyatt, the owner of independent label Tavdash Records, refused to give him up, and was subsequently arrested and convicted of federal drugs and conspiracy charges in July 1993. He is currently serving a life sentence in prison; in one recent interview, he claimed that he had been framed.

In The Words Of David Hyatt:

My name is David Lincoln Hyatt. I was arrested for the first time on a felony offense in New York City at l p.m. on July 13, 1993 at the age of 43. Offense? Drug conspiracy, originating in OHIO.

After leaving the United States Army on April 15~1972 and after having served honorable during the Vietnam era, I attended college for several years majoring in electrical engineering .I worked for the U.S. Postal service during my College days, worked for the New York Transit Authority under the C.E.T.A. program for Vietnam Veterans, and worked for the State of New York for five years without any tardiness, sick leave or bad reports. I left the job with the State of New York, to form my own Record label called Tavdash Records and I purchased a recording studio called Davia Studio, in Miami, FL.

I found it necessary to travel to several States to take a personal look at the various talent I was told about. My Studio manager Peter McBean who had been recently fired for collecting a large amount of money, for the Recording Studio and not turning it over to the company, had directed me to Akron, Ohio to meet with a few Rap Artist, which was one of the ways made available for him to repay the money taken from the Studio. In fact, such flight, became common place to the point of a routine... once a artist got my attention, I would hop on a flight and go to wherever he/she or they were. It always worked out good that way and I never once had a problem.

On arriving in Akron Ohio, in 1991, I was introduced to a Rap Group. After listening to them, I was very impressed and immediately arranged for them to start recording at a local Studio called "Prime Time."

I was not at all familiar with Akron, Ohio, so I was given a driver who was a friend of one of the rap artists, he took me from the Hotel to the studio. I then started contract talks with their lawyer and my lawyer; I was also introduced to many others who had expressed interest in the music business. As I stated earlier, I was arrested on July 13, 1993, that day was a big surprise and nightmare for me. The government claimed that my former studio manager was involved in drug trafficking in Akron, Ohio and that I was the BOSS-of the drug operation. I can't imagine anything more preposterous.

After my arrest, the government searched my home, Recording Studio and Office in Miami, FL, and my apartment: and office in New York City. The searches, carried out with minute thoroughness, did they find drugs? No, and why? The answer is very simple: because I was not involved with drugs. I proceeded to trial and was in for a rude awakening. Felons were paraded in court, many of them thieves and admitted drugs dealers, and in exchange for their testimony against me, they were given promises of 'no time' or the least amount of time possible.

I was convicted and sentenced to life, without the possibility of parole. In other words, I can leave prison only when I am "deceased" dead and gone. Mind you, I received this "death.' sentence despite the fact that there wasn't factual nor tangible evidence presented in my case.

Everything I owned (home, studio, etc.) was seized. Nothing is left for my kids: Davin, Tasha, Tecia, Maxvon, Ian and Davia.

"BLACK NAZI'S?" (BLACKS FOUGHT ALONGSIDE NAZI'S?)

by: Mary Mitchell

Introduction:

Black and Muslim Nazi troops were prevalent in the Eastern Front in 1944. According to historians they were treated better and respected more than black troops in the U.S. Army who could not eat at the same table as whites and sleep in the same tents.

Black soldiers in the German Army were treated humanely and had all the rights given to German soldiers.

Backstory:

In the 1920's, there were 24,000 Blacks living in Germany.

Hundreds of the African Rhineland-based soldiers intermarried with German women (above) and raised their children as Black Germans. In Mein Kampf, Hitler wrote about his plans for these "Rhineland Bastards." When he came to power, one of his first directives was aimed at these mixed-race children. Underscoring Hitler's obsession with racial purity, by 1937, every identified mixed-race child in the Rhineland had been forcibly sterilized, in order to prevent
further "race polluting", as Hitler termed it.

Hans Hauck (above-right), a Black Holocaust survivor and a victim of Hitler's mandatory sterilization program, explained in the film "Hitler's Forgotten Victims" that, when he was forced to undergo sterilization as a teenager, he was given no anesthetic. Once he received his sterilization certificate, he was "free to go", so long as he agreed to have no sexual relations whatsoever with Germans.

Although most Black Germans attempted to escape their fatherland, heading for France where people like Josephine Baker were steadily aiding and supporting the French Underground, many still encountered problems elsewhere. Nations shut their doors to Germans, including the Black ones.

Some Black Germans were able to eke out a living during Hitler's reign of terror by performing in Vaudeville shows, but many Blacks, steadfast in their belief that they were German first, Black second, opted to remain in Germany. Some fought with the Nazis (a few even became Lutwaffe pilots)! Unfortunately, many Black Germans were arrested, charged with treason, and shipped in cattle cars to concentration camps. Often these trains were so packed with people and (equipped with no bathroom facilities or food), that, after the four-day journey, box car doors were opened to piles of the
dead and dying.

Once inside the concentration camps, Blacks were given the worst jobs conceivable. Some Black American soldiers, who were captured and held as prisoners of war, recounted that, while they were being starved and forced into dangerous labor (violating the Geneva Convention), they were still better off than Black German concentration camp detainees, who were forced to do the unthinkable-man the crematoriums and work in labs where genetic experiments were being conducted. As a final sacrifice, these Blacks were killed every three months so that they would never be able to reveal the inner workings of the "Final Solution."

In every story of Black oppression, no matter how we were enslaved, shackled, or beaten, we always found a way to survive and to rescue others. As a case in point, consider Johnny Voste, a Belgian resistance fighter who was arrested in 1942 for alleged sabotage and then shipped to Dachau. One of his jobs was stacking vitamin crates. Risking his own life, he distributed hundreds of vitamins to camp detainees, which saved the lives of many who were starving, weak, and ill--conditions exacerbated by extreme vitamin deficiencies. His motto was
"No, you can't have my life; I will fight for it."

"BIZARRE DEATH"

The victim was found dead at 6:30 am, December 1, 1948, under a street lamp at Somerton Beach in Australia. Nothing more is known about this man; including the meaning of the uncrackable secret code he left behind.

Police noticed that all his clothes' and identification marks had been removed. They were eventually and painstakingly able to link his jacket to America, which was strange because his dental records and fingerprints didn't match anyone who'd ever lived there... or anywhere else in the world. It was like this guy had never existed.

The autopsy revealed exceptional health, a half-digested pastry in his stomach, and congestion in his brain and stomach that would have been consistent with poisoning.

Every breakthrough seemed to increase the mystery. They discovered a brown suitcase that had apparently belonged to the man, but that only revealed more clothes with the tags removed.

A set of numbers (below) were also found on the victim.

The cops also discovered a secret pocket in the man's pants, which contained a scrap of paper with the words "Tamam Shud" printed on it (the words meaning "ended" or "finished").

The most recent attempt to solve the case found the letters aren't random, just some mysterious cipher nobody was familiar with.

For 64 years, this man's identity and the case remains unsolved.


(FIRST BLACK FEMALE SERIAL KILLER-17 MURDERS & COUNTING)

1911:

Clementine Barnabet, confessed on the witness stand that she had split open the heads of a Negro, his wife and four children. She further assisted in the murders of four members of another Negro family in a remote area.

With screams of hysterical laughter, the girl rocked back and forth in the witness chair. Between fits of laughter, she said the Randall family had refused to obey church orders. Later that night, she crept upon their cabin with an ax concealed in the folds of her cotton wrapper.

She came upon the sleeping husband and wife and before either could arouse, she split their skulls open with an ax. The children started to cry, she swung the ax until they were scattered in bits throughout the room.

Acting on her own amazing confession that she killed 17 persons with her own hands and directed the killing of 23 more, in her twisted mind, she thought she would gain immortality by sacrificing human life.

By her own admission she is the head of a cult known as the “Church of the Sacrifice,” which is composed of Negro religious fanatics.

The cult has no regard for the law.

“We weren’t afraid of being arrested,”“because I carried a ‘voodoo,’ which protected us from all punishment.”

As many women belonged to the cult as men, and they shared equally with the men in the sacrifice of human lives.

It is regarded as significant that most of the murders were committed on Sunday nights, presumably, cult members had worked themselves into religious frenzy at their meetings.

It is believed that the (later) victims were chosen indiscriminately.

Usually the head of a family would be marked for slaughter and every person found in the house when the members of the cult descended upon it would be killed. All the victims wore horribly mutilated. Heads and limbs would be separated from the torsos and strewn over the house.

Oct. 25., 1911 — Clementine Barnabet, the self-confessed “axe woman of the sacrifice sect,” was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life imprisonment. She confessed to seventeen murders, but testimony introduced at her trial revealed that she had actually killed 22 people.

The jury agreed that Barnabet was responsible for her crimes. It is speculated that 300 people were slain by the “sacrifice sect” within the last six years.

“I am the axe woman of the sacrifice sect,” She shouted from her prisoner’s stand, where she was guarded by three deputies. “I killed them all, men, women and babies, and I hugged the babies to my breast. But I am not guilty of murder!”

Source: unknownmisandry.blogspot.com

"BIZARRE, MYSTERIOUS, BAFFLING & UNSOLVED"

Introduction:

On Christmas Eve, 1945, the Sodder family home burned down. The cause was traced to defective wiring despite the fact that Christmas tree lights were still on after the fire started. The oldest two sons and daughter and the youngest daughter survived, but the five middle children were missing and no trace of their remains were found. Believing that the fire was a cover for the abduction of their children, George and Jennie Sodder (top photo) spent a fortune on detectives to investigate.

Several pieces of evidence and eyewitnesses backed up George's kidnapping belief. In 1968, a photo was mailed to the surviving family; on the back was the message: “Louis Sodder." Detective C.C. Tinsley was hired to investigate the photo and where it came from, but he vanished and was never seen again.

A billboard describing the family mystery was erected near the site of their house.

Local law enforcement did not do any investigation into the children’s whereabouts. The coroner's report declared them legally dead.

George Sodder eventually died in 1969; Jennie in 1988.

Suspects: None known, but speculation suggests the kids were abducted by an illegal child-selling agency with help from the local police. Two months before the fire, the Sodders had an argument with another Fayetteville resident who tried to sell them life insurance. He warned that their house would burn and the children would vanish. He was also a member of the coroner’s jury which ruled the fire accidental.

Backstory:

Other than music that plays from a loudspeaker mounted on a storefront in the center of town, the streets of Fayetteville, W.V., are quiet as Christmas Eve approaches. Inside, they talk of presents and parties, and inevitably, what really happened to the Sodder family on Christmas morning 60 years ago.

Everyone has an opinion about the fire. These are the facts: When George and Jennie Sodder went to sleep on Christmas Eve in 1945, nine of their 10 children were with them. One son was away in the military.

George Bragg, a local writer and author of West Virginia Unsolved Murders, tells the story of that night's events: "Jennie woke up. She heard a noise. Somebody had thrown something on the roof. She got up and checked that out, and went back to bed. She woke up about a half-hour later, and she smelled smoke. She got up and realized one of the rooms where their office was [located] was on fire. She screamed for her husband and woke him up, and they both hollered upstairs where two of the boys were."

Neighbors reached Chief F. J. Morris at the Fayetteville Fire Department a little after 1 a.m. By then, it was already Christmas. Firefighters were told that children were trapped inside, but no fire truck was sent until 8 a.m. — seven hours later. Chief Morris is long dead. But another retired fire chief, Steve Cruikshank, tried to explain the delay. He says the fire department didn't even have a siren back then. When somebody called to report an incident, an operator would take the call and rouse a firefighter, who would then have to reach fellow firefighters one by one.

The Sodder parents and four of their children escaped. But five of the Sodder children, ages 5, 8, 9, 12 and 14, were never seen again.

What happened next unfolded in such a way as to almost guarantee that the story of the Sodder fire would be forever surrounded by misinformation, wishful thinking and rumor.

All that remained of the Sodder house was a basement full of ashes. A brief, informal search took place, but instead of the skeletons they expected to find, firefighters encountered just a few bones and pieces of internal organs. The family was never told that anything was found. Because it was Christmas, a more thorough search was postponed.

The fire marshal told the Sodder family to leave the site as it was. He said authorities would come back and finish inspecting things later.

But the father, George Sodder, ignored the fire marshal. Less than a week later, he bulldozed four or five feet of dirt onto what was left of his home. The family planted flowers, a shrine to their lost children.

Two years later, George Sodder saw a newspaper photo of school children in New York and became convinced that one of the children was his missing daughter Betty. He jumped in his pickup and drove to Manhattan. Despite his insistence, he was not allowed to see the child.

But Sodder became convinced that his children were still alive — if not in New York, then somewhere else. He and his wife hired a string of private detectives to search for the children.

Around the same time, Fayetteville Fire Chief Morris added a bizarre twist to the story. According to Unsolved Murders author Bragg, Morris told the Sodders that he had recovered a body part from the site of the fire and buried it in a box there.

If the box of remains could be recovered, that would be proof that the children had died that night. The family could finally move on. George Sodder and a private investigator asked Morris to show them where he'd buried the box.

"They got together and dug the box up," Bragg says. "They took it straight to a funeral home and asked the person in charge there to open the box and examine the interior. When he did open that box, he found what looked like a fresh beef liver."

That's when newspapers got hold of the story. Strangers began reporting that they'd seen the Sodder kids around the country. None of the leads went anywhere.

Today, there are no longer any traces of the 1945 fire at the former site of the Sodder house. Cars speed past a new white house at the end of a gravel driveway. A few Christmas decorations hang here and there around the house, but nothing stands out.

But for decades, a huge reminder of the tragedy stood at the site: a billboard. The Sodders purchased the billboard in 1952. It featured black-and-white photographs of each missing child and an account of the fire. It also offered a $5,000 reward for information leading to the recovery of any or all of their children. For years, people would pull over and walk up to the billboard, Bragg says. "When you walked up to that sign, you were looking right into the faces of the children," he says.

The billboard fed new rumors: The children had been sold to an orphanage. They were taken to Italy. Some even suggested the mafia had somehow been involved.

And through it all, the Sodder family clung to hope. After all, no one had seen the children at the windows, crying for help. But that's not unusual, says West Virginia State Fire Marshall Sterling Lewis. He says that when young children feel heat and smell smoke, they are likely to hide. "We find them under beds. We find them in closets. We find them crawled up in the bathtubs," Lewis says.

For the rest of his life, George Sodder traveled the country, tracking down rumors of his missing kids. He died in 1969, his wife, Jennie, 20 years later. After her death, the billboard came down.

The youngest child who survived the fire, Sylvia Sodder Praxton, didn't want her voice recorded for NPR's story. What she did want: to fulfill her parent's wish to keep the story alive.

So every Christmas, the people of Fayetteville go over what happened that night, repeating the same reasons for believing their version of the story. Without physical evidence, they can't say for sure, but fire professionals are convinced the blaze that took place in 1945 probably cost the Sodder children their lives.

For some, the children died 60 years ago. For the family and many of their neighbors who grew up looking into the faces of the Sodder children, and who firmly believe the children are still out there, this could be the Christmas they finally come home.

Source: NPR

"SECRET SOCIETY?"

Introduction:

Howard Hughes retained attorney Paul Laxalt; they never met (an invisible client).

Hughes paid Laxalt's law firm $180,000 and an $10,000 monthly retainer and $60,000 in additional fees to kill a State Civil Rights bill that would have been beneficial to Blacks.

In Related News:

Within the last several years, another billionaire allegedly financed an anti-Affirmative Action bill.

Instead of wearing white robes, rich racists (throw millions) at anti-minority bills.

Backstory:

Howard Hughes apparently represented the interests of a criminal syndicate that secretly controlled "Crown Interests" to advance their New World Order Agenda.

Mormons were given top-level positions in Hughes' organization.

Mormons were above reproach in the 1960s and 1970s.

The images of the Osmond family, broadcast across America, personified their clean morals and lifestyle. The vast majority of Mormons (and the general public) remain unaware of how the "Crown," and its allies in the Illuminati were using this image as a front for their Clandestine activities.

Frank William Gay was the most powerful Mormon in Hughes' organization and an alleged CIA front man and Mormon Mafia Don; he also ran Summa Corporation as its CEO.

Gay's son, Robert was the founder of-Mitt Romney's "Bain Capital."

"SECRET & EXCLUSIVE PLACES-CLOSED TO THE PUBLIC"

14 Year Waiting List:

Contrary to popular belief, Disneyland has a full liquor license which is used when the place closes down to the general public to accommodate private parties. But there is one place in Disneyland that is always open to sell booze: Club 33. Club 33 is a private club located in the heart of the New Orleans Square section of Disneyland.

Officially maintained as a secret feature of the theme park, the entrance of the club is located next to the Blue Bayou Restaurant at “33 Royal Street” with the entrance recognizable by an ornate address plate with the number 33 engraved on it. Fees for joining range from 10 – 30 thousand in US dollars and membership comes with a car park. If you want to join the club, you have to go to the end of the fourteen year waiting list.

Counterfeiting, Money Laundering, Drug Smuggling, Weapons?

Room 39 or Bureau 39 is arguably one of the most secretive organizations in North Korea that seeks ways to obtain foreign currency for Kim Jong-il, North Korea’s Chairman of the National Defense Commission. Room 39 was established in the late 1970s. It has been described as the lynchpin of the North’s so-called “court economy” centered on the dynastic Kim family. It is unknown how the name originated.

Very little is known about Room 39 due to the secretive nature surrounding the organization, but it is widely speculated that the organization uses 10 to 20 bank accounts in China and Switzerland for the purposes of counterfeiting, money laundering, and other illicit transactions. It is also alleged that Room 39 is involved in drug smuggling and illicit weapon sales. It is known, however, that the organization has 120 foreign trade companies under its jurisdiction and is under the direct control of Kim Jong-il. North Korea has denied taking part in any illegal activities. Room 39 is believed to be located inside a ruling Workers’ Party building in Pyongyang, the capital city of North Korea.

"WORST AFRICAN AMERICAN MASS MURDERER IN HISTORY-43 DEAD"

Introduction:

Previously, David Burke (above) had worked for an airline in Rochester, New York, where he was a suspect in a drug-smuggling ring that was bringing cocaine from Jamaica to Rochester via the airline. He was never officially charged, but is reported to have relocated to Los Angeles to avoid future suspicions.

Backstory:

Pacific Southwest Airlines Flight 1771 was a commercial flight that crashed near Cayucos, California, United States, on December 7, 1987, as a result of a murder-suicide scheme by one of the passengers. All 43 people on board the aircraft died. The man who caused the crash, (David Burke), was an angry former employee of USAir.

Burke had been terminated by USAir for petty theft of $69 from in-flight cocktail receipts, and had also been suspected of other crimes. After meeting with Raymond F. Thomson, his supervisor, in an unsuccessful attempt to be reinstated, he purchased a ticket on PSA Flight 1771, a daily flight from Los Angeles to San Francisco. Burke's supervisor was a passenger on the flight, which he took regularly for his daily commute to and from work.

Using his unsurrendered USAir credentials, Burke, armed with a loaded .44 Magnum revolver that he had borrowed from a co-worker, was able to use the employee security bypass checkpoint at LAX. After boarding the plane, Burke wrote a message on an air sickness bag which he probably gave to Thomson to read before shooting him:

Hi Ray. I think it's sort of ironic that we ended up like this. I asked for some leniency for my family. Remember? Well, I got none and you'll get none.

As the plane, a four-engine British Aerospace BAE 146-200, cruised at 22,000 ft over the central California coast, the cockpit voice recorder (CVR) recorded the sound of someone entering and then leaving the toilet followed by the sound of two shots being fired in the cabin. This was when Burke must have shot Thomson to death.

The co-pilot immediately reported to air traffic control that a gun had been fired on board and no further transmissions were received. The CVR recorded the cockpit door opening and a female, presumed to be a flight attendant, told the cockpit crew "We have a problem." The captain replied, "What kind of problem?" A shot was fired, presumably killing the flight attendant, and a male voice announced "I'm the problem," and two more shots are heard that either incapacitated or killed the pilots. Several seconds later, the CVR picked up increasing windscreen noise as the airplane pitched down and accelerated. The flight data recorder (FDR) indicated the control column had been pushed forward, causing the aircraft to dive.

A final gunshot was heard followed not long after by a sudden silence which indicated that the plane had exceeded the speed of sound. It is speculated that the final shot fired by Burke had killed the airline's chief pilot who was also on board as a passenger and who may have tried to reach the cabin to save the aircraft.

Forty-three people, including Burke, were killed in the shootings and plane crash, making David Burke the worst African-American mass murderer in US history.

David Burke was survived by seven children (by as many women). He never married.

Mom's Mabley's Link to Black Underworld Queenpin & Gay Party:

Back in the 1940s, when an after party for a “Moms” Mabley show was raided by police at a nightclub owned by D.C.’s “female Al Capone,” Odessa Madre, the attendees weren’t ready to go home, so they kept the (gay) party going at the Howard Theatre.

At least that’s what Marc Powers, director of marketing for the Howard Theatre, has gathered from accounts from those who knew Jackie “Moms” Mabley, and those who were part of the Howard Theatre community in its heyday.

“Moms Mabley played the Howard Theater,” Powers said. “When that got shut down they were like ‘damn, where are we going to go? Might as well just go back to the Howard!’”

The party was unofficial, there was no written record. Powers said it’s an important part of the recently restored theater’s distinguished history. D.C.’s most notorious madam (Queenpin) treating her good friend — a top comic who confirmed suspicions she was a lesbian before she died — to a smorgasbord of her favorite things.

Though Mabley was not closeted, she wasn’t known as a lesbian to most of her fans, as her onstage persona was quite the opposite. But off-stage, Mabley was known as a pioneer, dressing androgynously and appearing in drag in movies like “The Emperor Jones.”

The assumed original location of the party, Madre’s flagship “Jill Joint” — a nickname for an establishment that trafficked in illegal gambling, drugs, liquor and prostitution — the “Club Madre” was located at 2204 14th St., N.W., the site of the new Mova lounge.

“The club offered liquor by the shot, numbers by the book and girls by the hour,” The Washington Post published in a 1980 piece on Madre. “The late comedienne Jackie ‘Moms’ Mabley performed there free, spending her days in Washington as Odessa’s guest. The two became like sisters.”

“We’re talking about a three-decade relationship, here,” Powers said of the companionship that Madre and Mabley shared from the 1940s through the 1970s.

“We don’t know if Odessa (2nd photo) was at ‘the Madre’ at the time,” Powers said of the after-party, which Powers described as a “hen party.” “She had rooms, clubs, and restaurants all over the city. …She had moving, rotating circles. But Odessa was the host of the party.”

After the club was shut down, Mabley was not interested in going to bed.

“She always keeps the party going,” Powers said. “She’s notorious for that.”

Powers said, according to accounts, it was Mabley herself who was able to secure the key in the middle of the night.

“She gets the key somehow — maybe from a night manager — and has the party upstairs in the Howard Theatre’s balcony,” Powers said.

Additional Information:

Moms Mabley was one of the most successful entertainers of the Chitlin' circuit, earning $10,000 ($50,000 in today's dollars) a week at Harlem's Apollo Theater at the height of her career. Her cover version of "Abraham, Martin and John" hit #35 on the Hot 100 on 19 July 1969.

At 75 years and 4 months old, Moms Mabley became the oldest person ever to have a Top 40 hit.

She had four children (aside from the two who were given up for adoption when she was a teenager) and five grandchildren.

Source: The Washington Blade & Steve Gibson

"COLD CASES" (UNSOLVED)

-On Nov. 16, 1974, a bow hunter found Kimberly Benoit at the bottom of a wooded embankment in the town of Florida, not far from Route 2. Benoit was 18 and living in North Adams, one town over from Florida, and was unemployed and living with friends. No one reported her missing for several days because her friends believed she left on her own volition but police did get involved when she did not pick up her unemployment check. She was found at the bottom of a wooden embankment, strangled, and fully clothed. She was not sexually assaulted.

-On October 7, 1976, Cynthia "Rocky" Krizack, 17, was walking from her home to the library at Williams College in Williamstown when she was abducted. On Halloween of that year, a mink trapper found her body in a condition remarkably similar to Benoit's. Krizack was found at the bottom of an embankment in Windsor, MA (15 miles away from Williamstown but not on a connecting highway), fully clothed except for her feet, and strangled. It is possible that a green BMW was seen near where Krizack was kidnapped.

A third case which may or may not be connected to either or both of these murders is Lynn Burdick, who was also found dead in a similar manner.

I wonder if perhaps the person who committed these murders was a hunter? They were both found in hunting areas during hunting season. Could it be someone coming in from outside the Berkshires to hunt? Many of the major crimes perpetrated in this area have been committed by people coming in from the NYC area.

These cases remain unsolved.

"THE CURSE OF PLAYBOY PLAYMATES"

Introduction:

For most glamour models, an appearance on Playboy magazine's centerfold is the pinnacle of their career.

But the title of "Playmate Of The Month," seems to come with a terrible curse.

Three Playmates have been murdered, four have died from overdoses, four were victims of car accidents, 12 died from illness including cancer, and one died in a plane crash.

Here is a partial list of the centerfolds, the curse was set upon.

Backstory:

Pat Sheehan (above) dated a string of famous men, including Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby and Elvis Presley. Playboy's Miss October 1958 died a year ago from a heart attack, aged 74. She had also suffered from cancer.

Connie Kreski was a former nurse and "Playmate Of The Year," who once dated actor James Caan. Connie died of lung cancer in 1995, aged 48.

Star Stowe (above) dated Gene Simmons (Kiss). After appearing as an Playboy centerfold in 1977, things went horribly wrong.

She started stripping, prostituting and taking drugs.

A serial killer strangled her in 1997.

THE LIST: (DEATH & TRAGEDY)

Claudia Jennings:

The model and actress was a Playmate of the Month in 1969 and Playmate of the Year in 1970, a title which many thought would catapult her to stardom.

Unfortunately, Claudia's acting career never moved beyond the B-movies she became associated with, and when she split from Monkees songwriter Bobby Hart, her life quickly began to unravel.

She began using drugs, and an attempt at winning back her fame in 1979 failed when television executives decided against hiring her as a replacement for Kate Jackson in the hit show Charlie's Angels.

Jennings died in a car crash later that year when she fell asleep at the wheel of her Beetle convertible.

Elisa Bridges:

The model was Playmate of the Month as a 21-year-old in 1994, and went on to become a regular star in a number of Playboy publications over the next few years.

However, her very successful modeling career was brought to an abrupt end in 2002 when she was found dead while staying at the Los Angeles mansion of a friend of Hugh Hefner.

In its obituary, Playboy said that the 28-year-old model had died of natural causes.

But the coroner's report revealed that she had actually died of a cocktail of drink and drugs, including heroin.

Kirsten Imrie:

The stunning Page Three model became Scotland's first star of Playboy after shooting to fame in the late Eighties. The world was her oyster as she rubbed shoulders with the rich and famous. But as her glamorous friends became older and wiser and left behind the days of excess, Kirsten spiraled out of control.
Constant cocaine abuse at party after party left her not only addicted to the drug but deep in debt.

By 2000, she was sleeping rough on a park bench in London, living off discarded food and hand-outs.

Linne Ahlstrand:

The blonde was Playmate Of The Month in July 1958 and managed a brief movie career. But she died, aged 30, from cancer in 1967.

Jean Cannon:

The 38DD model died from cancer at the end of 2005, aged 64. She was Playmate Of The Month in October 1961.

Tonya Crews:

Brought up on native American reservations, Tonya became a Playboy centerfold in March 1961. She died in a car crash five years later, aged 28.

SHADOWY: (WORLD'S MOST DANGEROUS DRUG USED ON MANCHURIAN CANDIDATES?)

Was Marcus "Markie" Wayne Chenault (the killer of Martin Luther King, Jr.'s mother) a Manchurian Candidate? He was photographed spitting in his parent’s faces during his murder trial. Less than 5 feet tall, sly, and harmless, Markie wouldn’t harm a fly, yet, he shot and killed Dr. Martin Luther King’s mother in church. Markie (top photo) had had been programmed to kill Dr. Martin Luther King, Sr., but he had been uncustomary out of his position in the church pulpit when Markie’s iatrogenic killer alter was triggered.

All of Markie’s family members were associated with the branches of U.S. Armed Services. Markie was too short and nearsighted to qualify for any type of military service. The senior Chenault was a long term employee of the Atomic Energy Commission’s (AEC) “Mounds” laboratory in Miamisburg, Ohio, 15 miles south of Dayton. The Mounds Lab was part of the S Factor, Stanford Research Institute (SRI). It was directed related to the VRIL Maiden’s Wonder Weapons and research. His mother was a nurse like James Holmes’ mom, Arline.

Markie was a real life Mr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde case. When he had been arrested, police asked Markie about a long scar on his skull. Markie had no recollection of the scar and where it had come from. Markie had undergone some type of unknown remarkable invasive brain surgery that he couldn’t recall. When asked if he killed anyone, Chenault could not remember, he responded accepting responsibility for the homicides with unbelievable glee and joy. Smiling, he said, “I assume I did, I assume I shot someone.” Also, a day after the Batman massacre, it's being reported that killer James Holmes asked his cell mates, why am I here?

Markie had been linked to a group of Black mind control assassins, “The Troop," being run out of an Top Secret hangar. “The Troop's” hit list targeted most of America’s leading Black religious and spiritual leaders.

It's being theorized that Scopolomine aka "The Devil's Breath," is allegedly being used on Manchurian Candidates, including: (Marcus Wayne Chenault & Wayne Williams). This drug is considered the scariest drug in the world. Under the influence, you follow instructions (mind control) via a handler.

Scopalomine is colorless, odorless and tasteless and can be easily dissolved in drinks or sprinkled on food. Victims become so docile, they have been known to help thieves rob their homes and empty their bank accounts. Women victims have been drugged repeatedly over days and gang-raped or rented out as prostitutes.

In a common scenario, a person is offered a drink laced with the substance and wakes up miles away, extremely groggy and with no memory of what happened. The victim soon discovers that they have handed over jewelry, money, car keys, and sometimes even made multiple bank withdrawals to their assailants.

This drug has also been used as an truth serum and Nazi's used it in interrogations.

This drug is based in Colombia and is derived from borrachero trees.

It's illegal in the U.S. and impossible to obtain on the black market.

Source: The Truth About Black Assassins.com & ConspiracyPlanet.com

Introduction:

Stevie Wonder was the third son of a cleaning lady, Lula Mae Hardaway.

Born in a sharecropper's shack in Alabama during the Great Depression as the illegitimate child of a teenage mother and an absent father, "motherless" Lula was passed back and forth between relatives,unwanted and unloved, before giving birth to three sons herself by the age of 20.

As a teenager she was sent to Chicago where she married a much older man who abused her and forced her to work as a prostitute. Determined to build a better life for her children, she eventually made her escape to Detroit.

Born in 1932 in Hurtsboro, Alabama, and abandoned shortly thereafter by her unmarried teenage mother, Lula Hardaway was raised by a maternal aunt and uncle. They died when she was about 12 years old; at 13, she made a long train trip to Chicago to live with the father she had never met. Their reunion lasted two weeks. Hardaway next went to stay with a paternal aunt in Indiana, where she was put to work as a seamstress in a local textile mill. Pregnant and unmarried at 14, she was thrown out of the house. Once again she relocated to a relative's home, this time in Michigan. There, 17-year-old Hardaway met Calvin Judkins, a street hustler in his 50s. They married and quickly had two children; younger son Steveland was born prematurely, and his infant blindness may have been the result of too much oxygen in the incubator.

Rewind:

Once, early on, when Lula was prostituting on the street, she was approached by a large man, rough trade for sure, he came toward her and said: "I don't know you, and so, b**ch, why you here?

Lula stood her ground He was quiet for a moment and then smiled a thin smile. He said: "Tell you what, my name's Oscar. Everybody knows me. I'm easy to find. Like I said, this is my street. I worked hard for it. If you run your own business, that's fine but if you're going to be around here, then you need to pay a little rent every once in a while.

Lula said nothing.

Backstory:

One night, an old man pulled up. He began to talk to Lula, asking her polite questions, she had a bad feeling about this man. Nevertheless, Lula got in his car. Out of nowhere, he balled his fist and struck her, hard, right on the point of the jaw. He started screaming, 'I'm going to get what I'm paying for. He hit her again, and again, until she stopped struggling. Finally, he gave up, and shoved her from his car.

Oscar appeared from the shadows and asked, that old man did that to you? Lula nodded.

A few nights later, she saw the old man again, he gave her a look of disdain and then stared straight ahead.

Abruptly, Oscar materialized and walked around to the driver's side and leaned down into the old man's face. Suddenly, in a flash, Oscar pulled the man from the car and started beating him up. When he crumpled to the ground, Oscar kicked him repeatedly in the ribs.

Lula started paying Oscar the rent.

A white customer started coming around on a regular basis. He was polite, soft spoken and sober.

He came back the next night, and the next, and others after that. Same drill each time. Twenty dollars, a drive, a conversation.

One evening, he asked her if she had children, she said, all boys. I'm married and I'm trying to raise them the best I can. Stevie's special; he's blind. But you'd never know it, the way he gets around.

It was a month before he told her his name (Pete). It was the same night he asked if he could meet her children. A few days later, Lula took the kids to the park at a prearranged time. The boys played, after a while, Pete's pickup pulled up, he came no closer, per their agreement, but simply leaned against the truck and watched.

The next night, Pete took her to his sprawling house.

Over dinner, he told her, I want you and your children to come live with me.

What? Lula looked at him as if he had suddenly announced he was from Mars.

Just then, Lula realized how little she knew about this white man who had basically supported her for the past few months ($80 a week).

He had never as much kissed her.

And now, in 1953, a Negro woman and her three young sons were going to move into his house.

"I think you've lost your senses," Lula said.

He pleaded his case: "I know we can't be together in public but I know that I can provide for you. There's a guest house out back. You and your boys could live there. We'd find a school for your boys. We'd get some help for Stevie. I'll give you a place to live and pay you on top of it. I know you need help. You can't live like you've been living. I've seen the bruises on your face and your arms from your husband and violent johns. Your husband is no good for you, you told me yourself, he beat you into submission to force you into prostitution."

Lula told him that he was talking crazy and to take her home.

A few nights later, there was a knock on the door. Lula's husband (Judkins) answered it; he found three white men standing in the hallway. Judkins was stunned.

What's this all about?

I want to see Lula, Pete said.

By then, Lula had appeared at the door. Her hand flew to her mouth when she saw who it was.

Pete brushed passed Judkins and stepped into the apartment. Lula, get your children together and come with me, he said.

Judkins couldn't believe his eyes and ears. Now wait just a damn minute.

The two burly farmhands stepped closer to Judkins. One placed a hand on Judkins shoulder. Judkins got the message.

I came because I know you're scared of him. Just get the kids and the things you need and come with me.

That's not it, Pete. Going with you, it won't work out. We can't be together.

Pete walked toward the door. He stopped and looked Judkins in the eye.

"You ever lay a hand on her again, I will kill you."

Judkins didn't blink. Get out of my house!

The door closed behind them. Judkins turned and looked at his wife. "Woman, you done gone to the dogs for sure."

Source: "Blind Faith."

'Dionne Warwick's ex-boyfriend has major mob connections'

For over a decade, Dionne Warwick was romantically involved with the notorious Louis Giovanni "Gianni" Russo.

Russo was raised in Rosebank, Staten Island. He claims that he has Mafia connections and that his uncle was a soldier in the Gambino crime family. There are claims that the Gambinos persuaded Francis Ford Coppola to cast Russo as Carlo Rizzi in the 1972 movie "The Godfather."

Russo claims that he has personally known three popes, five United States Presidents and every Mafia boss in the United States. He also claims to have had romantic trysts with Marilyn Monroe, Zsa Zsa Gabor and Liza Minnelli. Over the years since the beginning of his career, he has owned a Las Vegas restaurant called "Gianni Russo's State Street." Russo claims to have successfully defeated 23 federal criminal indictments on a variety of charges stemming from alleged organized crime associations.

Russo is also an accomplished singer. In 2004, he released a CD called "Reflections," that pays homage to Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra.

In Related News:

Dionne Warwick's number one hit "Deja Vu" was co-written by Isaac Hayes.

Dionne Warwick notes that opera diva, Leontyne Price, is an maternal cousin.

The "(Theme from) Valley of the Dolls," was unusual in several respects. It was not written by Burt Bacharach and Hal David, it was the "B" side of Dionne Warwick's "I Say a Little Prayer" single, and it was a song that she almost didn't record. While the film version of Valley of the Dolls was being made, actress Barbara Parkins suggested that Warwick be considered to sing the film's theme song.

The song was to be recorded by Judy Garland, who was fired from the film. Warwick performed the song, and when the film became a success in the early weeks of 1968, disc jockeys flipped the single and made the single one of the biggest double-sided hits of the rock era and another million seller. At the time, RIAA rules allowed only one side of a double-sided hit single to be certified Gold, but Scepter awarded Warwick an "in-house award" to recognize "(Theme from) Valley of the Dolls" as a million selling tune.

During the 1970s, Dionne Warwick was known to be a good friend of now deceased singer Karen Carpenter (The Carpenters).

Over the years, Dionne Warwick has been linked to former Philadelphia Eagles great Timmy Brown (who was also allegedly linked to Diana Ross), French singer-songwriter Sacha Distel, actor Philip Michael Thomas (Miami Vice) and Seagram heir and CEO Edgar Bronfman, Jr.

"BLACK UNDERWORLD" (THE JONES BROTHERS)

In 1946, the Jones brothers were at the top of the $25 million-a-year policy syndicate in Chicago. The three brothers, Edward, George (above), and McKissack (Mack), started out small, running a policy station from the back entrance of their "Jones Brothers Tailor Shop." Lead by brother Ed, the Jones trio turned a nickel game into a sophisticated business enterprise, which included the Jones Brothers Ben Franklin Store on 47th Street, the world's only black owned department store.

The brothers made high level civic and social connections, but the glamorous and lavish lifestyle of the Jones boys couldn't be separated from the criminal activity that created it. Kidnappings, death threats, corrupt politics, violence, and jail time were also prominent in the brothers' lives.

In 1917, four members of the "Vril," secret society met in a cafe in Vienna. Three men and one woman were in attendance. They met under a veil of mystery and secrecy.

Maria Orsic (3rd photo) later became the leader of the Vril society.

In 1945, Maria Orsic and the Vril Circle mysteriously disappeared.

Did Maria Orsic resurface at the Robert F. Kennedy assassination?

Sirhan Sirhan said the infamous young maiden in the polka dot dress (who bore a remarkable resemblance to Maria Orsic) acted as an handler who controlled his mind.

The Vril Society set up beautiful females as: Mediums, mind control programmers, handlers and remote viewers because of their delicate constitutions, heightened nervous sensitivity and spiritual awareness.

"WOMAN PLAYED IN NEGRO LEAGUES"

Toni Stone (July 17, 1921 – November 2, 1996), also known by her married name Marcenia Lyle Alberga, was the first of three women to play Negro league baseball.

Toni Stone graduated from Roosevelt High School in Minneapolis, Minnesota. She married Aurelious Alberga, a man forty years her elder and one of the many people who did not want her playing baseball. She had always been referred to as a “tomboy” growing up and consequently received the nickname “Toni” because it sounded like “tomboy”. She enjoyed the name and eventually adopted it as her own. ”I loved my trousers. I love cars. Most of all I loved to ride horses with no saddles. I wasn’t classified.

Toni Stone’s playing career began when she was only ten years old when she participated in a Catholic Midget League, which is similar to today’s Little League. She moved on to play for the Girl’s Highlex Softball Club in Saint Paul, Minnesota. By the age of fifteen, Toni Stone played for the St. Paul Giants, a men’s semi-professional team. Stone soon began playing on Al Love’s American Legion championship team.

She began her professional career with the San Francisco Sea Lions (1949), where she batted in two runs in her first time up. Toni soon became discontented with the owner of the Sea Lions after she did not receive the pay she had been promised. She quit the team and joined the Black Pelicans of New Orleans. After a short stint with the "Black Pelicans," Stone joined the New Orleans Creoles (1949–1952). She was signed by Syd Pollack, owner of the Indianapolis Clowns, in 1953 to play second base, the position Hank Aaron played for the team two years earlier. She did this as part of a publicity stunt. The Clowns were compared to the Harlem Globetrotters of the basketball world, so having a woman on the team attracted more fans.

During the fifty games that Stone played for the Clowns, she maintained a .243 batting average, and one of her hits was off the legendary Satchel Paige. All of these accomplishments may make her “one of the best players you have never heard of," according to the NLBPA website.

Stone's contract was sold to the Kansas City Monarchs prior to the 1954 season, and she retired following the season because of lack of playing time.

After the 1954 season, Stone moved to Oakland, California to work as a nurse and care for her sick husband, who later died in 1987 at age 103. Toni died on

November 2, 1996 at a nursing home in Alameda, California. She was 75 years old.

Stone was the first female player in the Negro Leagues, and she was not met with open arms. Most of the men shunned her and gave her a hard time because she was a woman. Stone was quite proud of the fact that the male players were out to get her. She would show off the scars on her left wrist and remember the time she had been spiked by a runner trying to take out the woman standing on second base. "He was out," she recalled.

Even though she was part of the team, she was not allowed in the locker room. If she was lucky, she would be allowed to change in the umpire’s locker room. Once, Stone was asked to wear a skirt while playing for sex appeal, but she would not do it. Even though she felt like she was “one of the guys”, the people around her did not. While playing for the Kansas City Monarchs, she spent most the game on the bench, next to the men who hated her. “It was hell,” she said.

Toni Stone became one of the first women to play as a regular on a big-league professional team in 1953. In 1985 Stone was inducted into the Women’s Sports Foundation’s International Women’s Sports Hall of Fame. In 1990 she was included in two exhibits at the Baseball Hall of Fame, one on “Women in Baseball” and another on “Negro League Baseball." In 1993 Stone was inducted into the Women’s Sports Hall of Fame, as well as the Sudafed International Women’s Sports Hall of Fame. In 1990, Stone’s hometown of Saint Paul, Minnesota declared March 6 “Toni Stone Day." Saint Paul also has a field named after Toni Stone located at the Dunning Baseball Complex.

"GAY ONLINE HOOKUP-LEADS TO MURDER?"

Larry Bland (24) was killed in his home on Chicago's South Side. Bland was shot in the head and police report "no leads" but his mother believes this was a result off an online hookup.

Josephine Bland (above with son) says her son was "consumed" with online (gay) hookup sites such as Adam4Adam. He spent hours every day and often invited men into the home he owned. The mom was so disturbed by the behavior she eventually moved out. "I said if you don't stay off the party line," Bland says. "I'm moving out. And that's what I did, he was on every day, all day."

The grieving mother says her deceased son rented out the first floor apartment to help pay the mortgage, and, both apartments frequently hosted "young boys and grown men" at all hours.

"I just want to know who killed my son," she cries. "I'm praying for them and I'm praying for my family."

Adam4Adam has become the go-to site for gay black men.

This online hookup site was also featured prominently in the Michael Sandy murder case because the would-be-killers trolled the chat room looking for potential victims. They eventually lured Michael Sandy to his death.

Source: Rod 2.0

"WAS A BLACK ASSASSIN INVOLVED IN JFK ASSASSINATION?"

The best available eyewitness testimony, that of Amos Euins, confirms that it was the 'elderly negro' (2nd photo) who fired shots at the motorcade from the Texas School Book Depository. Although he did not specify a particular window, another witness, Arnold Rowland, associated the negro with the so-called ‘sniper’s perch’ in the southeast window of the sixth floor. Within half an hour of the assassination, a report that a black man had been the assassin had reached New York. By the time this report was being carried by the national media, however, a concerted effort had begun to identify a white man, alleged Communist Lee Harvey Oswald, as the assassin.

The role of the 'Elderly Negro' as the Depository shooter is consistent with the evidence of US military cryptographer Eugene B. Dinkin that the assassination was originally intended to have been blamed upon EITHER a black man or a Communist. I argue the assassination was carried out at ground floor level by vehement racists-opponents of Kennedy’s civil rights policies headed in Dallas by General Edwin Walker-who hoped that, by setting up a black man to take the fall, they would unleash a wave of anti-negro violence that would help restore Jim Crow in the South and destroy the civil rights movement.

However, within fifteen minutes of the assassination the federal government agencies that had nurtured the local racist conspiracy to kill Kennedy intervened to ensure that a white man was identified instead as the shooter. Although the federal government had shared the conspirators' goal of eliminating the country's formidably independent president, it was not willing to allow the fallout to take the form of a racial conflagration. The only viable alternative to the negro shooter scenario was to go after a 'Communist' instead.

Bonnie Ray Williams (black man-above), is brought to the
Dallas authorities for questioning shortly after the murder of President
Kennedy:

Police: "Mr. Williams? Please take a seat. Please be aware anything you
say can, and will, be used against you in a court of law. Do you wish to
have an attorney present?"

Wms.: "No sir, I do not need an attorney. I understand clearly what I may
say can be used in a court of law."

Police: "Where were you from 11:30 till approx. 12:30 p.m. today?"

Wms.: "I was up on the 6th floor eating a chicken lunch. I was alone and
had no reason to believe anybody else was up there with me. I got nervous
and realizing I could not see well from that spot, headed down to the 5th
floor to watch the motorcade"

Police: "You realize that approx. 5 minutes before the assassination, a
black man, probably you, was seen twice moving around near the window?"

Wms.: "I cannot say for sure what time I headed down to the 5th floor but
it was before the murder, for sure."

Police: "Is it possible you were watching the doorway while Oswald
assembled the rifle? Is it possible that no one was at the window at the
time of the murder?

Wms.: " I do not believe anyone was on the 6th floor at the time of the
murder. I think you are trying to frame Mr. Oswald! There was not enough
time for Lee to assemble the rifle, move boxes into position, as well as,
hide under some goddamn box! I did not see no boxes around the window! I
think you people did it after the murder! I told you, man, the shots come
from the Grassy Knoll and the building across the street! There was no
goddamn Oswald anywhere near the 6th floor!"

Police: "Listen carefully, Williams! You're life could be in danger! The
same people threatening to kill Oswald, may also want you dead! Take our
advice: Talk to NO ONE about the 6th floor situation. NO ONE! Remember,
you're fingerprints could be found on the rifle, the boxes,etc. We may
even find a photo of you holding the rifle, pistol, newspaper, etc. in a
backyard. We might find your head on the photo! Maybe the brothers will
deny you watched the motorcade from the 5th floor! Maybe, Mr. Frazier gave
you a ride to work today! Maybe you had a package of curtain-rods! Maybe ,
we find you in a movie theatre tomorrow morning resisting arrest. Maybe,
Ruby might bring you sandwiches and coffee Sunday morning. You understand,
boy? Now get going!"

Source: elderlynegro.com

"ANOTHER ROTHSCHILD HEIRESS LEFT HER FAMILY FOR BLACK ENTERTAINER"

Introduction:

Despite the uproar over rapper Jay Electronica and Kate Rothschild, this isn't the first time a Rothschild heiress has abandoned her family for a black celebrity. History is repeating itself.

The moment she first heard Thelonious Monk play the piano, Baroness Pannonica de Koenigswarter walked out on her own life, including five children, and devoted herself to the jazz genius. The Rothschild family disowned her.

Backstory:

In 1948, however, something happened. On her way to the airport after a visit to New York, Nica stopped to visit a friend, the jazz pianist Teddy Wilson, who played her a recording of "Round Midnight" by a then unknown jazz pianist, Thelonious Monk. Unable to believe her ears, she listened to it 20 times in a row and was bewitched. Having missed her plane, she never went home again. Abandoning her husband and five children, she moved into a suite at the Stanhope hotel and set about trying to meet the man who had made this extraordinary record. Naturally, it took a while to track the erratic Monk down.

It wasn't until 1954 that she finally laid eyes on him, having flown to Paris for the privilege. Did he live up to her dreams? Oh, yes. He was, she said, "the most beautiful man she had ever seen". From that moment, there was no going back. For the next 28 years, Nica devoted her life to Thelonious Monk. In her eyes, he could do no wrong. He was a genius, pure and simple, and there was nothing she would not do – no money she would not spend, no place she would not go – to make his life easier.

Nica became known as the Jazz Baroness. Charlie Parker died in her apartment. She lived with 306 cats. Twenty-four songs were written for her. She raced Miles Davis down Fifth Avenue. She also went to prison so he wouldn't have to.

Monk had a devoted wife, Nellie, from whom he never officially separated.

And why did Nellie put up with it? Nobody knows.

Monk's last years, when his mental health became so bad that he disappeared from the jazz scene altogether, were spent at Nica's cat-infested New Jersey home. But at his funeral – Monk died in 1982, from a stroke – Nellie and Nica sat side by side in the front row of the church and mourners paid their respects to each of them, as if both were widows.

Nica never recovered from Monk's death, she would die four years later.

Nica's niece (Hannah Rothschild) has written a book regarding this story, titled: "The Baroness: The Search For Nica, The Rebellious Rothschild."

Source: The Baroness: The Search For Nica, The Rebellious Rothschild."

Drag King: (Double Life)

In the late 1940’s, she starred in show business, both as Bobby Minton the male impersonator, and as Gladys Bentley. She was once considered a sophisticated cabaret singer who specialized in risqué’ songs. In an interview, she admitted to receiving hormone injections three times a week to accelerate her return to womanhood.

It was once reported that Bobbie Minton wrote a book titled, “Twilight Zone of Sex”. This book was suppose to detail her life experience growing up as transgendered. She was told after a doctor's visit:“Your sex organs are infantile. They haven’t progressed past the stage of those of a fourteen-year-old-child."

Prior to a sex change operation, she once wrote, “For many years, I lived in a personal hell. Like a great number of lost souls, I inhabited that half-shadow no-man’s land which exists between the boundaries of the two sexes”.

She also pointed out, “I violated the accepted code or morals that our world observes…I was a big, successful star – and a sad, lonely person – until the miracle happened and I became a woman again.'

Here's an insight into the life and times of Gladys Bentley (or Bobby Minton):

Black Underworld:

The swinging doors of the infamous (black underworld) nightspot swung open. Excitedly, a well-dressed player entered the room and roared "Any of you seen my bottom woman?" Complete silence fell over the patronage of the bar as the well-dressed man stared at his reflection on the mirrored walls. As he gazed, he straightened the wrinkles from his attire.

The man began to repeat himself, "I said, have any of you seen my bottom woman?" At this point, he did a strange thing, he smiled and pushed his hand deep into his coat pocket, exposing the imprint of a pistol. When I see that b**ch, I'm going to blast her ass!"

I'm going to murder her and that n**ger she's been cheating on me with!

He stormed towards the bathroom, kicking the door open and slamming it behind him. He crashed the trash can into the mirror, cutting his hand.

He roared! I found you, you can't hide from me! You been out of pocket for a minute, where is my money? I'm going to murder you, he spat. Eerie blood curdling screams, thuds, and screeches escaped from behind the door.

A patron said, his name is Charlie Brown, he used to be one of the most dangerous dudes in the game. He was a hell of a Mack. We go way back. He was my cell mate in the pen, but one night, when no one was looking, somebody got to him. They made a bitch out of him.

He's been a nut ever since. He's a schizophrenic pimp.

He's the pimp and he's the whore you hear screaming in the bathroom.

Source: Jimi Starr

"WAS ED SAVITZ THE (PEDOPHILE MENTOR) OF JERRY SANDUSKY?"

Edward Isadore Savitz (also known as Uncle Eddie, Fast Eddie and Dr. Feel Good) (February 22, 1942 – March 27, 1993) was a businessman who was arrested for paying thousands of young men for either engaging in anal and oral sex or for giving him dirty underwear, which he kept in pizza boxes in his apartment.

Ed Savitz had an apartment on Rittenhouse Square and for years was known by the male youth of the area through word of mouth as a quick source of cash. From as far back as 1975, he offered teenage boys money, concert tickets and football tickets for their soiled underwear, and various sexual acts including: oral and anal sex, slamming his penis in a door, penis sword fights, or urinating on him,

Savitz mostly targeted boys from the Grays Ferry neighborhood and even had a St. John Neumann High School yearbook, which he used like a catalogue, circling the pictures of boys he wanted to see and promising referral fees for bringing them to him.

Savitz was first arrested in 1978 on an indecent assault charge. His record was expunged after completed a rehabilitation program. In 1990, he was found not guilty on charges relating to the purchase of a minor's soiled underwear.

The neighbors in his high-rise apartment building complained of young boys entering and leaving his apartment at all hours of the day and night. One neighbor described the boys she saw as mostly "heavy metal types," who wore black leather clothes and chains and had long hair. Savitz told neighbors that he was a social worker, helping the boys.

Savitz's third arrest followed a six-month investigation by the city's sex-crime unit. By early March 1992, investigators had gathered enough evidence to install a wiretap and hidden video camera in his home. On March 25, detectives watched as Savitz offered to pay two 15-year-old boys for oral sex. Police burst into the apartment and took him into custody. Savitz was charged with crimes of involuntary deviate sexual intercourse, sexual abuse of children, indecent assault and corrupting the morals of a minor.

Police found 5,000 photographs of boys and 312 bags of soiled boy's underwear at Savitz's apartment and a rented storage center nearby. His arrest also caused an AIDS scare in the Philadelphia area due to the large number of individuals that he had sexual contact with. AIDS hotlines were flooded with calls after his photo was released.

Bail was set for three million dollars, and Savitz was released. He was arrested again the next day when bail was raised to twenty million dollars after complaints involving two teenagers were verified.

Although Savitz tested HIV-positive about a year before his arrest, he continued to have unprotected sex with boys until his arrest.

The trial was set to begin April 5, 1993, but Savitz died of AIDS in a prison hospice a week before on March 27.

After the Penn State sex abuse scandal, an article in the New York Daily News featured allegations by one of Savitz's alleged molestation victims (Greg Bucceroni) that in 1979 Savitz brought the boy to a fundraiser near Harrisburg for the Second Mile Foundation, which had recently been established by Penn State Defensive Coordinator Jerry Sandusky. Sandusky and Savitz knew each other (along with Lawrence King); they all belonged to the same pedophilia network.

On Par With Female Assassins:

The Dahomey Amazons, or Mino, were a Fon (a major West African ethnic and linguistic group in the country of Benin, and southwest Nigeria) all-female military regiment of the Kingdom of Dahomey (now Benin), which lasted until the end of the 19th century. They were so named by Western observers and historians due to their similarity to the semi-mythical Amazons of ancient Anatolia and the Black Sea. The Mino were recruited from among the ahosi (“king’s wives”), of which there were often hundreds.

They trained with intense physical exercise. Discipline was emphasized. In the latter period, they were armed with Winchester rifles, clubs and knives. Units were under female command. Captives who fell into the hands of the Amazons were often decapitated. The French army lost several battles to them due to the female warriors’ skill in battle that was “the equal of every contemporary body of male elite soldiers from among the colonial powers." The last surviving Amazon of Dahomey died in 1979.

"INSIDE THE KING OF DIAMONDS" (STAR STUDDED STRIP CLUB)

by: Francisco Alvarado

A prodigious bare ass gyrates hypnotically in the face of San Francisco 49ers tight end Vernon Davis, whose huge body is sprawled across a red-velvet and gold-painted chaise. A buddy enthusiastically slaps dollar bill after dollar bill onto the glistening butt of Blac Chyna, a stripper whose light-brown skin contrasts with snow-white hair and Betty Boop eyelashes. At a nearby table, NFL rookie of the year Cam Newton and his posse dump their own mountain of green stacks onto a gaggle of nude dancers.

Rick Ross's "Stay Schemin'" booms through the wide expanse of King of Diamonds, a massive strip club bordering I-95 near Miami Gardens. The acrid aroma of California medical-grade chronic mixes with the sweet scent of designer perfume, while a boisterous crowd of a thousand watches two burly African-American women pummel each other in a boxing ring. Dollars flutter to the ground everywhere, accumulating like puddles in a rainstorm. There are so many loose bills that floor hosts — nattily dressed in black slacks, white dress shirts, and bow ties — sweep up cash with push brooms. Even the ring is littered with dollars, which the winner of the amateur boxing bout gets to keep.

Behind a velvet rope in the VIP area, Disco Rick carefully watches the action. Once a hit-making Miami booty bass pioneer, the pudgy 47-year-old in gray jeans and a leather jacket stamped with KOD's crest now makes his living corralling exotic dancers.

"This club is just one giant vending machine," Disco Rick says, grinning. "Everything in here is about money. It's more than just a strip club. It's the Super Walmart of entertainment complexes."

This indoor Colosseum of naked pleasures is frequented every week by a who's who of African-American pro athletes and rappers, from Drake to Lil Wayne to Miami's own Rick Ross and from boxer Floyd Mayweather to Denver Broncos running back Willis McGahee to Philadelphia Eagles wide receiver DeSean Jackson. In turn, the celebs draw throngs of real and wannabe hustlers to a place that's by all estimates the largest black strip club in America, where more than 200 dancers, bartenders, and staffers ply their trades in a 50,000-square-foot warehouse of decadence.

"It's not your typical strip club," says Lee "Q" O'Denat, founder of WorldStarHipHop.com. "It's like going to a party at LIV [at the Fontainebleau Miami Beach resort], but only bigger and with a lot of beautiful naked girls."

Behind the velvet curtains, KOD's rise to becoming a hip-hop and pro sports cultural icon is the tale of an octogenarian nightclub impresario's latest success after a career marred by accusations of mob ties, political corruption, and prostitution. It's also the story of a phoenix-like rebirth for Disco Rick, whose music career died before he found an even more profitable line of work.

But even as KOD's national fame peaks — thanks to a star turn by its most famous stripper on a cable television news program — cracks are forming in the kingdom. That stripper, an athletic marvel named Tip Drill, whose acrobatic routine inspired gasps, has quit and is threatening a lawsuit after smashing her face on the floor during a dance gone awry. Rival strip clubs, meanwhile, are cloning KOD's formula and trying to steal its hip-hop glory. And the health of its infamous owner is quickly deteriorating as he weathers numerous legal fights.

As Disco Rick watches the packed house throwing fistfuls of cash into the smoky air, though, he doesn't seem particularly worried.

"There is no recession when you're looking at naked women," he crows in a deep baritone voice. "Tonight you might see at least a couple hundred thousand dollars hit the floor."

On a recent Tuesday afternoon, Disco Rick reclines on one of the black leather VIP sofas on the first floor of King of Diamonds. Seven days a week he's at the club, and between managing the strippers and shepherding the rappers and quarterbacks, he gets three hours of sleep many nights.

"If I sleep, then a bi**h might get away with some money," he says.

Rick scrolls through text messages as he tries to answer a simple question: How did KOD get this big, this fast? There's one real answer, Rick explains knowingly: Jack Galardi.

"I wish I could spend some time traveling with him or hanging out with him at his ranch because I would learn a lot," he says reverentially. "My boss man has the blueprint for building successful clubs."

Galardi isn't well known in Miami, but he should be. In Las Vegas, he's been dubbed by local writers a "low-budget Hugh Hefner" and "the Buddha of the strip club industry." Galardi owns more than two dozen cabarets around the country, including Pink Pony South, Crazy Horse Saloon, and Jaguar. In Dade he owns KOD and the Pink Pony in Doral, and he's fighting the City of Marathon to expand to the Keys.

Thanks to the rise of Rick Ross and the relocation of Cash Money and Young Money records from New Orleans. Galardi renovated his Miami Gardens space to include a tattoo parlor, a barbershop, a sex toy store, and a basketball half-court. He smartly hired Terry Elliott Sr. and Charles "Pop" Young — rapper Trick Daddy's father. Elliott and Young had been managing Diamonds, a hole-in-the-wall strip club in North Miami, where Disco Rick sometimes threw parties hosted by local NFL stars such as former Miami Hurricanes standout Willis McGahee.

Elliott and Young persuaded Galardi to name the new venue King of Diamonds. On Thanksgiving night 2008, the club opened its doors. But both men realized something was still missing: To really become the 305's hip-hop strip central, they needed the right face.

A sheet of paper is taped to the white door of the DJ booth on the second floor of KOD, near the private VIP skyboxes overlooking the gargantuan lap-dance den. It reads, "To all dancers: This is not a hang-out."

The night that KOD exploded onto the hip-hop scene's radar, Rick says, was most likely January 30, 2009. It was the weekend of Super Bowl XLIII in Tampa, and with Disco Rick's contacts in pro sports and the hip-hop world, he knew he could organize one hell of a party.

"A lot of these dudes grew up on my music, so it wasn't hard to get them to do a party for me when I needed them to," he says. The event was hosted by McGahee and attended by several of his former Hurricanes teammates, as well as his then-fellow players from the Baltimore Ravens.

Before long, sites such as WorldStarHipHop.com began writing about the insane bacchanals and publishing photos of rappers and NFLers partying there. In the street-cred-obsessed world of rap, it was the best advertising possible.

"It's an adult playground for them and their fans," says O'Denat, AKA Q. "You have to remember that the dancers are a big part of hip-hop culture."

Adds rapper Brisco, an early adopter of the KOD scene: "There are a lot of spots to chill out in there. And the women are just beautiful. I know that's my main attraction."

Soon, Disco Rick found his star performer: an elfin West Palm Beach girl named Kenisha, who went by the stage name Tip Drill. According to Rick, she began dancing when she was 18. He spotted her at Diamonds. "She wasn't doing tricks when she started," he says. "But she learned from the others. And she has swagger about her. Tip Drill knows how to draw people's attention."

She would develop a routine unmatched in Dade: With a figure-skater's muscular legs, Tip Drill would climb the pole, slide upside down, and flip acrobatically while stripping. The eye-popping routine helped KOD's reputation skyrocket. "Before she does her first trick, money is already flying," Disco Rick boasts. "Nobody can beat her."

When Miami hosted Super Bowl XLIV in early February 2010, Sean "P. Diddy" Combs took over. The club was packed all weekend with rappers, athletes, and their posses dropping $1,000 to $2,000 for VIP tables.

Nine months later, the club hosted Lil Wayne's homecoming after his release from Rikers Island following a one-year term for carrying a concealed firearm. A YouTube video showed rappers pulling up in Maybachs, Mercedes-Benzes, Bentleys, and a $2.4 million Bugatti Veyron. Birdman, Wale, Brisco, Drake, Waka Flocka Flame, and DJ Khaled all sipped Cristal Rosé straight from the bottle. Cash rained down in biblical proportions.

Since then, Lil Wayne has been a regular patron. During last year's Memorial Day weekend party in South Beach, he and pal Drake hosted WorldStarHipHop's sixth anniversary. "They made it rain $250,000 that night," Disco Rick boasts. The first Monday of 2012, Lil Wayne had a ringside seat at the main stage. He spent $29,000 on strippers and gave one a $1,000 tip.

No one has done it bigger at KOD than Rick Ross, though. For his birthday in 2010, the Boss arrived by helicopter, which touched down right in the parking lot. A year later, on January 31, P. Diddy hosted Ross's next birthday bash, where a crew of rappers allegedly dropped $1 million. By 3 in the morning, Disco Rick says, Elliott had to call in a Brinks truck to deliver more cash.

"Everybody did their thing that night," Brisco says. "Everybody showed out."

KOD's fame grew as the rappers name-dropped the club in their songs. On his track "Miss Me," Drake spits, "Call the King of Diamonds and tell [Blac] Chyna it'd be worth the flight/I'll be at my table stackin' dollars to the perfect height." Lil Wayne lets the world know his party schedule includes "LIV on Sundays and King of Diamonds Mondays" in a guest verse on the remix of "Hustle Hard" by Miami rapper Ace Hood.

Rick Ross took it a step further, releasing a hit song where he gives himself a new nickname: The King of Diamonds.

For all its hip-hop fame, how much money actually comes through KOD? It's not an easy question to answer. The company isn't publicly traded, and Disco Rick declines to talk about exact profit margins. Considering hip-hop cred largely balances on boasts of huge fortunes, cutting through the hype isn't easy.

Still, there are hints about the amount of cash that flows through. Consider the scene on the night of March 5, when Vernon Davis, Cam Newton, and thousands of others packed in to watch women fight amid the stages of twirling dancers. Around 2:45 a.m., a line of tricked-out cars stretched from the parking lot to Miami Gardens Drive. KOD was charging $100 per parking space and a $60 cover charge; some patrons ponied up $150 to skip the lines. That was before they bought their first drink or lap dance.

The club makes enough money nightly to employ a large stable of workers: 18 bartenders, more than 24 waitresses, and 25 security guards on the payroll. More than 200 exotic dancers work as independent contractors.

Every stripper is charged a tip-out fee to dance. On a typical Monday, the club charges them $60 for the first half-hour. That rate increases $10 every half-hour until midnight. After that, it's $20 every half-hour until closing time. So if 60 dancers started their shift at 10 p.m. and ended it at 6 a.m., KOD would collect $19,800 in tip-out fees alone.

Despite the fees, strippers know they can make a haul on a good night. Sunni, an Atlanta stripper who began dancing at KOD four months ago, says working at the club has been an "awesome experience."

"The most I made in one night was $6,000," Sunni says.

KOD also earns money by renting out the club to outside promoters who organize parties featuring rappers. "You have to book a party with the artists to keep the buzz going," Disco Rick says. "It's like booking porn stars at a regular strip club."

Promoters usually get the cover charges and parking fees, while KOD keeps the booze profits. Take WorldStarHipHop's party last Memorial Day weekend. The fete was organized by TIG Entertainment, an Atlanta-based promotions company, and MVD Inc., a public relations and events firm from New York City. The promoters charged $50 a head for general admission and $100 for VIP access. The bottles and naked women were extra.

Massah David, a partner in MVD, declined to discuss the details of the revenue-sharing deal. "But it was definitely worth it," she says. "It was a good, substantial amount [of money]."

A lithe exotic dancer with long blond hair and light-brown skin sashays over to a VIP table, peels off her black latex minidress, and flashes a wide smile. As dollar bills flutter around her, a floor manager with a dust broom sweeps up the pile of cash.

The stripper's name is Skrawberry. "I really can't dance or do tricks," she confides. "I rely on my great personality and a lot of sex appeal."

Skrawberry's national fame peaked January 30 when, along with Tip Drill, she snuck onto a national cable broadcast during the heated Republican primary, earning headlines across the web and a viral video. The pair's success represents everything the hundreds of girls twirling at KOD hope to achieve: six-figure incomes and hip-hop fame. Skrawberry and Tip Drill have a combined 52,354 followers on Twitter, where they wax poetic on their daily lives, from the celebrities they want to sleep with to when they have to go to the bathroom. (And Skrawberry now writes a weekly advice column for New Times' culture blog, Cultist.)

"Pu**y is power," Disco Rick says. "I tell the girls not to act like groupies because they are the stars here."

Skrawberry has been dancing on and off at King of Diamonds for the past two years. She left her job as a sales clerk at Macy's in 2007 for a career in getting naked. "I went from selling clothes to selling ass," she says. "I was wild. I'd go to the strip clubs after a night of partying at the regular clubs. I'd be tipsy, and before you know it, I was onstage with my clothes off."

She has bounced around several black strip clubs in Miami but regularly works Monday nights and big events at KOD. "Dancing is a gamble," Skrawberry says. "One Monday I may make more than $3,000 but the next Monday don't make any money. But the dry spells are very rare."

Although she declined to disclose her annual income, Skrawberry says she makes enough to rent a condo in midtown Miami, buy designer clothes, and get her hair and nails done weekly. If she pulls in $3,000 a week for 52 weeks, her annual income is easily $156,000. "I'm on cruise control right now," she says.
In a recent interview on Star Power Radio, an Internet station based in Atlanta, Tip Drill boasted that stripping one to two nights a week can bring her $8,000. "On my birthday, I made close to $12,000," she tells the hosts. That means she could make $416,000 a year.

Tip Drill is a bona fide hip-hop celebrity. Her routine has been featured on sites such as WorldStarHipHop.com, and she has been name-dropped on Twitter by Drake and other A-list rappers. She appeared next to Nicki Minaj in the video for "Beez in the Trap."

On January 30, Skrawberry and Tip Drill went mainstream. After a night of partying at LIV, they stopped by Jerry's Famous Deli on Collins Avenue for breakfast. The hosts of MSNBC's Morning Joe — former U.S. Congressman Joe Scarborough and Willie Geist — were taping a segment before the GOP primary when Skrawberry yelled, "Who is Newt Gingrich?" She and Tip Drill were still drinking from a $450 bottle of Moët pink champagne left over from their soiree.

The pair enjoyed weeks of viral Internet fame. Then, for Tip Drill, it all went wrong.

On February 19, while doing her routine in front of hundreds of fans at KOD, her legs slipped and she fell face-first from the ceiling onto the stage.

"At first I thought she was gone, but then when I got closer, I heard her moaning," Skrawberry recalls. "That's when I felt her bones all fractured. It felt like glass."

Tip Drill suffered facial fractures including a broken jaw that had to be wired shut for six weeks. News of her nasty spill quickly spread through the hip-hop universe, with Drake tweeting, "Praying for my homegirl Tip Drill one time." Miami rapper Plies hosted a fundraiser to help pay for her medical bills. Disco Rick made T-shirts that read, "We love Tip Drill."

His best dancer, though, would never return to KOD.

Tip Drill and Skrawberry stand on a sofa, hands in the air, inside South Beach nightclub Dream. It's April 4 — six-and-half weeks after her gruesome injury — and the stripper is out of the hospital, grinning, shaking her ass, and showing no signs of disfigurement. Every VIP table is packed. The DJ is playing an old-school set: Uncle Luke's "Scarred" follows Disco Rick's "Wiggle Wiggle." Patrons sip pink champagne, cognac, and tequila, and weed smoke hangs in the air. It's Tip Drill's welcome-back party.

She is fully clothed in an all-black hipster ensemble featuring tights ripped at the sides, a graphic T-shirt, and a black baseball cap. At a nearby table, a group of dudes throws dollar bills in her general direction for the hell of it. Dream's bar backs furiously pick up the bills. Tip Drill tells New Times that she doesn't plan on dancing anymore. She declines to talk about KOD because she claims she's intent on suing Galardi and his enterprise. "I'm not gonna say it's the greatest club in the world," she says dismissively.

Can KOD remain on top of the hip-hop world without her? Her lawsuit would be just the latest legal headache for Galardi. He's suing the City of Forest Park in Georgia because its elected officials passed a law banning liquor sales at strip clubs. Galardi also has an ongoing defamation countersuit against Larry James White, his former lawyer and landlord in Atlanta, who in 2007 filed a suit accusing Galardi of being a racketeer, a purveyor of prostitution, and a briber of public officials. White did not return two phone calls to his Atlanta office seeking comment.

The strip club tycoon is in poor health, according to Stanford, his friend in Vegas. In 2008, he was diagnosed with throat cancer. He lost 70 pounds from radiation treatments, Stanford relays. "He's also got this horrible double vision that is limiting his ability to read, watch television, or drive," she says. "He's pretty much retired, spending most of his time at his ranch, which he calls Circle G."

KOD doesn't have the Miami hip-hop scene to itself anymore, either. Last summer, a new club called G5 opened in the old Diamonds space and began hosting its own rap-fueled parties, trying to take KOD's crown. Rick Ross hosted a bash there in March, and a fully clothed Tip Drill MCed a party alongside VH1 reality star Evelyn Lozada on April 9. Pop, KOD's ex-manager, has also taken over Rachel's Steakhouse & Cabaret on Miami Beach just in time for Memorial Day weekend, when the city gets packed with African-American visitors.

For now, though, the carnival still rages on at KOD.

On March 10, Disco Rick celebrated his birthday in grand fashion. With eight strippers behind him, he invited all the female customers also partying for their birthdays to join him onstage. "We're gonna find out what y'all got," he said.

A half-dozen ladies, including a heavyset girl in a tight zebra-print minidress, hopped onstage. Disco Rick looked at her and said, "You're gonna take that animal suit off and show us you the baddest bitch in here." He opened a backpack and pulled out a thousand one-dollar bills wrapped in cellophane. "The first one who shows us her pu**y gets this stack."

The large woman obliged, lifting her skirt to reveal a round bottom. She jackhammered her ass while holding onto the pole. "That's right, big girl, show 'em what you got," he shouted. "Show these skinny bitches you run this motherfucker!"

Once the commotion died down, Disco Rick announced his search for a new talent to take Tip Drill's place as KOD's main attraction.

And on April 12, he tweeted to his 2,276 followers: "I'm starting a new set of dancers with me and I'm looking for the best girls from city to country!"

The top candidate is probably Blac Chyna, whose star has taken off since Drake name-dropped her in "Miss Me." Hip-hop magazine XXL recently published a photo spread of her.

"She's been featured at other clubs under the KOD name," Disco Rick says. "That girl is doing great."

In two weeks, when Memorial Day weekend brings one of the largest black parties in the nation to South Beach, KOD expects to make a mint. Lawsuits, changing fads, disgruntled strippers — none of it matters much to Disco Rick.

"We are known across the world," he says. "Everybody wants to come party here, and every stripper wants to work here because they want to make money."

Galardi — who is notoriously media-shy and declined multiple New Times interview requests — has been dogged by controversy throughout his 50-plus years in adult entertainment. He has fought allegations of being tied to the mob, paying off politicians in Nevada, and condoning prostitution in his clubs in Tampa. But through it all, he's built an empire of strippers.

Private jet companies that cater to the affluent and rich often hire VIP liaison's (model types) who are on call 24/7. VIP liaison's coordinate flight schedules for wealthy businessmen, politicians, celebrities and professional athletes. VIP liaison's travel all over the world: Dubai, Europe, South America, etc. Salary: $100,000 and up per year.

Debbie Harry claims she accepted a ride from Ted Bundy in the early ’70s, but freaked out after noticing the car didn’t have any handles on the inside. She explains: The hairs on the back of my neck just stood up. I pulled the door handle from the outside. He tried to stop me by spinning the car, but I was able to fling myself out. Afterwards I saw him on the news; it was Ted Bundy.

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"SEX TOY CONSPIRACY" (HIGH RANKING OFFICIALS!)

The 15-year-old daughter of a Vatican official mysteriously disappeared in 1983 and the case remains unsolved.

But a top official at the Roman Catholic Chuch claims he knows why Emanuela Orlandi (above) was snatched off the streets of Rome.

"This was a crime with a sexual motive," declares Father Gabriele Amorth. "Parties were organized with a Vatican gendarme acting as the 'recruiter' of the girls.

"The network involved diplomatic personnel from a foreign embassy to the Holy See. I believe Emanuela ended up a victim of the circle."

There have been rumors that a notorious gang kidnapped the tragic teen to force Vatican officials to repay a large loan from an underworld boss.

But Amorth insists the virginal schoolgirl was an innocent victim of organized crime kingpins and foreign dignitaries who used her for their own perverted pleasures.

"It led to the murder and then the hiding of her body," Amorth says.

On the morning of 14 May 2001, the parish priest of the Gregory VII Church near the Vatican discovered a human skull of small dimensions and lacking a jaw in a bag with an image of Padre Pio in a confessional. Ercole Orlandi, Emanuela's father, died in 2004, one month after giving his last interview. Sightings of Emanuela in various places have been reported over the years, even inside Vatican City, but all have been unreliable. The Orlandi case is still unsolved.

On 14 May 2012, Italian police exhumed the body of gangster Enrico De Pedis, having received a tip-off that the tomb contained clues as to the fate of Emanuela.

SPYCRAFT: (THE ANTI-CHRIST?)

Aleister Crowley headed a satanic/secret society empire. When he was born, his mother referred to him as "The Beast," and his nickname was "666."

Many people considered him the real life "anti-christ."

Allegedly, Crowley was a British Intelligence agent; Secret Agent 666.

Jim Morrison had a bust made of Crowley and Ian Fleming (James Bond creator) requested that Crowley assist a M15 agent on a top secret mission; the request was denied. Crowley's image also appeared on a Beatles album.

It's also been rumored that Crowley was aligned with the Nazi's and operated out of an covert lab in later years.

Crowley was an ardent racist who conducted black masses.

Among Crowley's papers, there was a description of tying a Negro to a tree, cutting a hole in his stomach, then inserting his penis.

"THREE TERRIFYING STORIES"

Introduction:

Sadly, black women were raped by white mobs during the Civil Rights era. None of these incidents are included in Civil Rights history. Two terrifying stories below.

Recy Taylor (above) is an African American woman from Abbeville in Henry County, Alabama. On September 3, 1944, she was kidnapped while leaving church and brutally gang raped by six white men.

Backstory:

1. Recy Taylor was walking home from the church on September 3, 1944, with her friend Minnie Thompson, and Daniel's teenage son, when a car pulled up on the side of the road. In the car was US Army Private Herbert Suckett and six other men, all armed. Lovett accused Taylor of cutting "that white boy in Clopton this evening." This accusation was false, as Taylor had been with Daniel all day.

The seven men forced Taylor into the car at gunpoint and proceeded to drive her to patch of trees on the side of the road. They forced her to remove her clothes saying "Get them rags off, or I'll kill you and leave you down here in the woods". After she was forcibly undressed, Taylor begged to return home to her family, including a husband and an infant child. The assailants ignored her requests, all removed their clothes, and watched as Lovett ordered Taylor to lie down and for her to "act just like you do with your husband or I'll cut your damn throat." She was raped by six men, including Lovett.

Taylor's kidnapping was reported immediately to the police by Daniel. Daniel identified the car as belonging to Hugo Wilson, who "admitted to picking up Taylor and, as he put it, carrying her to the spot" and pinned the rape on six men, Dillard York, Billy Howerton, Herbertt Lovett, Luther Lee, Joe Culpepper, and Robert Gamble. Even though three eyewitnesses identified Wilson as the driver of the car, the police did not call in any of the men Wilson named as assailants, and Wilson was fined $250. The black community of Abbeville was outraged at the actions taken by the police, and the event was reported to the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) in Montgomery, Alabama. The NAACP sent down their best investigator and activist against sexual assaults on black women, Rosa Parks.

The trial took place on October 3-4, 1944, with an all-white, all-male jury. However, none of the assailants had been arrested, which meant that the only witnesses were Taylor's black friends and family. Taylor's family could not identify the names of the assailants, and since Sheriff Gamble "never arranged a police line-up, Taylor could not identify her attackers in court." Also, the $250 bond Gamble placed Wilson and his accomplices under "were issued late in the afternoon, the day after Taylor's hearing," After five minutes of deliberation, the jury dismissed the case.

In the months following the trial, Taylor received multiple death threats, and her home was firebombed by white supremacists. Taylor, along with her husband and child, moved into the family home, where her father and siblings would help protect Taylor from other death threats. Her entire family was afraid to go out after dark, and Taylor wouldn't leave even during the day.

She not only feared the threats from the angry vigilantes of the town, but also the threats from her attackers the night of the assault. Benny Corbitt took guard in a tree every night with a gun guarding Taylor and her family until daybreak. Taylor and her family assumed they would live the rest of their lives in fear.

After various other newspaper publications and widespread knowledge of the attack, black activists started writing to the then Governor of Alabama, Chauncey Sparks. Sparks had promised during his election campaign to "keep the federal government's nose out of Alabama business", so after numerous attacks including comparisons of the Henry County's police to the Nazis, "Governor Sparks reluctantly agreed to launch an investigation."

After Chauncey Sparks launched an investigation, Sheriff Gamble was interviewed again about the measures he took to ensure justice on the behalf of Recy Taylor. Gamble falsely claimed that he started an investigation of his own immediately after the attack. He also claimed that he had arrested all of the men involved in the rape two days after the assault, and that he had placed Hugo Wilson, the man identified as being the owner of the car, under a $500 bond. He also accused Taylor of being "nothing but a whore around Abbeville" and that she had been "treated for some time by the Health Officer of Henry County for venereal disease." Later, other white men from Abbeville identified Taylor as an "upstanding, respectable women who abided by the town's racial and sexual mores."

Investigators interviewed the alleged rapists, and four of the seven men "admitted to having intercourse with Taylor, but argued that she was essentially a prostitute and willing participant."

Others, including Herbertt Lovett, denied knowing anything about the attack. However, one of the assailants, Joe Culpepper, admitted that himself and the other rapists were out looking for a woman the night of the attack, that Lovett got out of the car with a gun and spoke to Taylor, that Taylor was forced into the car and later forced out of the car and made to undress at gunpoint, was raped and later blindfolded and left on the side of the road. Culpepper's retelling of the story was directly in line with Taylor's original account. However, even with this information including several of the alleged assailants testimonies, the attorney general "failed to convince the jurors of Henry County that there was enough evidence to indict the seven suspects when he presented Taylor's case on February 14, 1945." The second all-white male jury refused to issue any indictments.

The black community was shocked at the second dismissal of Taylor's case. The news coverage of the second hearing was more hostile towards Taylor based on the false claims of her being a prostitute.

 

 

Introduction:

Betty Jean Owens is an African American woman that was brutally raped by four white men in Tallahassee, Florida during 1959. Her trial was significant in Florida, and the South as a whole, because the white men were given life sentences for their crimes. This severe of a sentencing had not occurred for white men in the South accused of raping black women previous to Owens' case. For example, in the case of Recy Taylor (story above), who was gang raped by six white men in Alabama, the men were never found guilty of any charges and released from jail with minimal fines.

Backstory:

2. On May 2, 1959, four white men, William Collinsworth, Ollie Stoutamire, Patrick Scarborough, and David Beagles, set out together to find a black woman to sexually assault. They approached a car at Jake Gaither Park armed with shotguns and switchblades. Patrick Scarborough pressed his shotgun against the African American driver's nose and ordered the occupants out of the car. Four African Americans stepped out of the car, two men and two women. All four people in the car were students at Florida A&M University. Scarborough forced the two black men to kneel on the ground, and David Beagles held the two black women at knifepoint. Scarborough ordered the black men, Richard Brown and Thomas Butterfield, to leave and they slowly drove away.

The two black women left at the hands of the four white men were Edna Richardson and Betty Jean Owens. Edna Richardson broke free of the men and ran into a nearby park, leaving Betty Jean Owens alone with her attackers. Beagles threatened to release her only if she did what they wanted her to do. They drove her to the edge of town and subsequently raped her seven times. Edna Richardson and the other two male students were able to make it back to their car and went to the local police station to report what had happened to them. The officer on duty that night was a nineteen-year old intern, Joe D. Cook, Jr. To the surprise of many people, he called for back up and searched for Owens. The officer spotted the assailant's car and a chase ensued. Eventually, the men pulled their car over and the muffled screams of Owen could be heard from the car. She was bound and gagged on the backseat floorboard.

The four men were then arrested and taken to jail. The four men did not take their arrest seriously and joked with each other on the way to prison. All four men confessed in writing to having abducted Owens at gunpoint and raping her.

After FAMU students learned of the attack on Owens, a small group planned an armed march to city hall. This armed march would symbolize their protection of black womanhood with guns as the whites protected white womanhood. Other student leaders argued against an armed march and instead planned a “Unity” demonstration. Fifteen hundred students entered the Lee Auditorium to demand justice for Owens, and the student leaders announced that they would petition the governor for a “speedy and impartial trial.”

More than 200 black spectators entered the courtroom that day to watch the trial. A nurse accompanied Owens because she was still undergoing treatment for injuries, as well as depression.

All four men pleaded innocent to the shock of the spectators in the courtroom. The plea of innocence made a jury trial mandatory. This case was significant because for the first time in Florida, a judge sent white defendants charged with raping a black woman to jail to await their trial.

Previously, Florida had never executed a white man for raping a black woman, and many thought that this could be the trial to change that.

On June 12, 1959, Betty Jean Owens testified on her own behalf in front of four hundred witnesses. She retold the events of the attack to the jury in detail. She told the jury, “I was so scared, but there was nothing I could do with four men, a knife, and a gun…I couldn’t do anything but what they said.” The defense attorneys worked diligently to prove that Owens had consented to the attack and argued that if a rape did occur that she would have sustained more serious injuries. The doctors that treated Owens told the jury that her injuries resulted in a five-day hospital stay and that she was in a terrible condition. When the prosecution rested its case, the defense attorneys claimed that the state had failed to do anything but prove sexual intercourse had occurred and called for an acquittal. Judge Walker denied the motion and the defense was set to return the next day to present their case.

The defense attorney claimed that the boys were intoxicated and that their taped confessions were inadmissible. However, under cross-examination, David Beagles admitted that his confession was voluntary. The defense tried to present the men as reputable and incapable of committing such a heinous crime. In another attempt to sway the jury, they characterized Owens as a jezebel, and therefore could not have been raped. The jury read the verdict out loud: “guilty with a recommendation for mercy.” The “recommendation for mercy” part of the sentence kept the four men from facing the electric chair. Judge Walker deferred sentencing for 15 days, and sent the four men to Raiford prison, now Florida State Prison. On June 15, 1959, Judge Walker sentenced all four men to life in prison. Following the sentence, Owens told reporters, “I feel better now for the first time since it happened. For the first time I feel safe.”

In 1965, David Beagles (right) was paroled. Four years after he was released, he tracked down an African American woman that he thought was Owens and murdered her and buried her in a shallow grave. However, he murdered Betty Jean Robinson Houston, an entirely different woman.

Photo Credit: Historic Images

"THE INTENTIONAL BLINDING OF A BLACK SOLDIER"

Introduction:

In 1946, an African-American World War II veteran named Isaac Woodard was blinded in the small town of Batesburg, South Carolina. The recently discharged sergeant had talked back to a white bus driver. This infraction of southern racial etiquette earned Woodard a beating from the police. When he resisted the mistreatment, he was struck across the forehead with a blackjack and jailed. The twenty-seven-year old suffered two ruptured eyeballs and permanent loss of sight. A local lawman was tried on federal charges, but was acquitted by an all-white jury.

This episode was but one example of the numerous injustices done to returning black veterans.

Backstory:

3. Technical Sergeant Isaac Woodard, Jr., returned to the United States in early 1946. The lanky twenty-seven-year-old had survived fifteen months of duty with the U.S. Army in the Pacific theater. He had not fought on the front lines—few African Americans during World War II were allowed to serve in the combat arms—but as a military longshoreman, he had earned a battle star by unloading ships during the campaign against the Japanese for the remote and dangerous island of New Guinea. He received his discharge at Camp (present-day Fort) Gordon, Georgia, on the afternoon of 12 February.

The young soldier boarded a Greyhound bus that evening headed for Winnsboro, South Carolina. Located to the north of Columbia in Fairfield County, this place had been home to his family for several generations.8 Woodard was born there in 1919. He attended grade school for five years. At age fifteen, he moved to North Carolina, where during the Great Depression he joined the Civilian Conservation Corps. He returned to his birthplace in 1940 and found a job working at a local lumberyard. He was married in 1942. That same year he was drafted into the Army. After undergoing induction at Fort Jackson, Woodard left South Carolina for basic training in Georgia and service overseas.9 He would never see his native state in the daylight again.

Exactly what happened on the bus remains unclear. Nighttime had fallen, and the vehicle contained a mixture of civilian travelers and discharged soldiers from Camp Gordon. Some of the latter raised eyebrows by talking together in racially integrated groups. A bottle of whiskey apparently passed hands, but nobody knows exactly who imbibed. The driver, A. C. Blackwell of Columbia, claimed that he had seen Woodard drinking in his rear-view mirror, that he had heard him swearing, and that the disruption had offended a white female passenger. Woodard denied consuming any alcohol, and several witnesses testified to his sobriety. All agreed, however, that the sergeant attracted the driver’s ire after he had asked if there was time for him to empty his bladder during a stop. The driver said Woodard made the request in a vulgar manner by asking if he could "take a piss."

"Boy, go on back and sit down and keep quiet and don’t be talking out so loud."

 

Blackwell testified in court he had told the soldier. Woodard’s reply reveals how military service had reinforced his sense of masculinity, leading him to challenge the prevailing southern custom that allowed whites to address black adult males in diminutive fashion.

"God damn it, talk to me like I’m talking to you. I’m a man just like you," he testified he had said.

When the bus stopped at Batesburg, a small town about thirty miles to the west of Columbia, the driver asked the soldier to step off and talk with two local lawmen, Chief Linwood Shull and Officer Elliot Long. Woodard testified that one of the policemen struck him when he tried to tell his side. A soldier sitting on the bus supported this sequence of events. Shull said that he had only shaken a blackjack at Woodard because he would not be quiet, was using profanity, and reeked of alcohol. According to the chief, the soldier had created enough of a disturbance outside of the bus to warrant arrest regardless of what had occurred on the bus. He grabbed Woodard by the arm and led him away. Officer Long stayed behind to question a white soldier.

All parties agreed that the most violent encounter took place after the pair rounded a street corner out of sight of the bus. Whether by accident or intent, Shull twisted his prisoner’s arm. The chief said his attention was diverted when he looked back to see if Officer Long was following. Woodard said he had angered Shull by answering "Yes" instead of "Yes, sir" to a question. He also admitted that he "lit into" the chief and tried to take away the blackjack.13 In fact, he claimed to have successfully removed it only to have Officer Long arrive with a gun. Shull made no attempt to hide the fact that he hit Woodard in the face with the weapon. He testified that he had acted in self-defense. Exactly how many blows were struck is unknown, but the force of one or more of them ruptured both eyeballs. After gaining the upper hand, Shull took the soldier to a jail cell for the night.

Woodard had difficultly seeing when he awoke the next morning although the police claimed he could walk without assistance. Rather than taking him immediately for medical treatment, they hauled him before the local magistrate, who charged him with drunk and disorderly conduct. Woodard pled guilty and was given the choice of paying $50 or serving time in jail. He had only $44 in cash, however. The judge took the available money and suspended the remainder. The police escorted Woodard back to his cell where they attempted first aid with a hot towel and eye drops from a local pharmacy. His condition did not improve, and at some point a local physician examined him. Later during the same day, apparently on the advice of the doctor, the police drove him to the veterans’ hospital in Columbia. Woodard underwent treatment there for two months. He emerged completely sightless in April.

What would he do for the rest of his life? How would he earn a living? The young veteran had only five years of formal schooling, and his civilian and military work experience was limited to manual labor jobs requiring vision. Woodard’s wife apparently saw little hope or future in the situation. She obtained a legal separation from him in May. By this time, however, Woodard had already moved to the Bronx section of New York City where his parents now lived. In late April, he sought assistance from the local branch of the NAACP.

In September, the NAACP began making plans for Woodard to speak before audiences across the country. The national tour would raise money for a trust fund and increase awareness of the dangers facing black veterans.

The trial began as scheduled. Woodard was the chief witness for the prosecution. After he told his story, two doctors from the veterans’ hospital and one from Batesburg testified. They described the injuries to their former patient’s eyes. The latter—Dr. W. W. King—undermined the case against Shull by testifying that a single blow could indeed have caused the blindness. His presence also contradicted Woodard’s statement under cross-examination that a physician had not treated him in Batesburg. The prosecution rested its case without calling the other witnesses who had claimed Woodard was sober or who had seen Shull strike the soldier at the bus stop. The lawyers planned to use these testimonies during the rebuttal phase of the trial.

Although the first defense witness to testify was the driver, who gave an unflattering description of Woodard’s behavior, Shull’s lawyers made the soldier’s actions on the streets of Batesburg the of crux their argument. According to them, Woodard’s vulgarity and refusal to obey Shull’s instructions to be quiet at the depot provided sufficient grounds for arrest. Moreover, his attempts to take away the blackjack justified the level of force used. Shull admitted under oath that he had used the weapon and that "I could even have stuck my fingers in his eyes."23 He expressed regret that Woodard had lost his sight.

Officer Long weakened the case somewhat by contradicting an earlier statement he had given to the FBI. Subsequently, two witnesses from the Batesburg courtroom, including the judge who had presided, provided damning evidence. Woodard had pled guilty to being drunk and disorderly. The defense concluded by calling three character witnesses, one of whom was a black preacher from Batesburg.

The prosecution’s rebuttal witnesses did little to help Woodard. They had been sitting on the bus, and the defense lawyers had made Woodard’s behavior on the street the central issue. Clearly, the U.S. attorneys presented a weak case. Sapp had even managed to mispronounce Woodard’s name in his opening statement to the jury, and he ended his closing argument by telling the jury he was just doing his job by presenting the case.

Although the defense attorneys built a persuasive argument that Shull had not violated Woodard’s constitutional rights, they were not content to rest on reason or the evidence. They laced their closing statement with raw appeals to racism. Woodard was a member of the "inferior race." Worse, he lived in New York. "That’s not the talk of a sober nigger from South Carolina," one of the lawyers said.

The jury took twenty-five minutes to deliver a verdict of "not guilty" to the cheers of spectators. The twelve would have returned sooner, but Judge Waring, sensing the outcome, decided to take a twenty-minute walk.25 Woodard wept with what remained of his eyes.

Woodard now faced a lifetime of blindness. He considered using the money that had been donated to go into the restaurant business or open a newsstand. In March 1947, he went to the Avon School for the Blind in Connecticut where he learned basic survival skills like reading Braille. He disappeared into obscurity from there. According to the Social Security Death Index, he passed away on 23 September 1992 in New York City after having lived forty-six years in darkness.

Martin de Porres was a lay brother of the Dominican Order who resided in Peru. Among the miracles he is said to have performed, including healing sick patients, is his ability to be in two places at once – literally. Martin de Porres was seen in distant places like Mexico and Japan while he remained at home in Peru. De Porres would provide proof of the journeys in his other body by means of a detailed description of the locations. Martin de Porres was canonized in 1962.

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Backstory:

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